Breakfast In Bed
Hearing a knock on the door, Root and Shaw parted abruptly. Shaw groaned loudly, 'You hear that? It's my soul dying, Root'
Root grinned, 'Well at least she bothered to knock this time,' She said, running her thumb along Shaw's arm, her other hand clutching hers, cherishing human contact after two weeks of being stuck in that house alone.
'Come on in,' She called to the doctor, Veronica, who entered the room carrying her medical equipment, and set them on the table just beside Root's bed.
Shaw was eying the equipment suspiciously, making sure they're all proper for use; wouldn't want Root to survive so far then die because of a stupid infection.
'Well,' She got up, unwillingly letting go of Root's hand, 'I better let the doctor do her job,' She repeated Root's words, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
'I'll see you in a bit, sweetie.' She heard her perky psycho say as she closed the door behind her.
Veronika let her in after a few minutes, reassuring her that Root's wounds were healing just fine, and that she just needs some more rest. Shaw was more than happy to give it to her. They had all the time in the world, now that Samaritan was destroyed.
The rest of the day passed by quickly, Shaw filled Root in about how they were able to defeat Samaritan, told her about how she killed Jeffery, and finally told her about John's death.
'He was a hero, Sameen,' Root had whispered to her, noticing how Shaw's voice broke while delivering the news.
'That he was.' Shaw had replied, ending that conversation. She wasn't ready to talk about the loss of her friend, her brother, just yet.
Root fell asleep first, since no matter how hard she tried to convince Sameen that she was totally okay, it was clear she needed more time. Shaw watched her for a while; it was becoming a habit of hers to watch the perky psycho sleep. She felt like it was her duty to protect her, to watch over her.. Besides, Root looked really innocent when she was in deep slumber, no one would imagine she was a reformed killer for hire.
Shaw ended up sleeping in an uncomfortable position in the chair, since Root's bed was way too small, and she really didn't want to bother Root anyway. Not that Root would've minded.
Shaw opened her eyes as she felt the light streaming through the windows, her entire body was sore, and not in a good way. Her neck and back were cramped, and her hand was numb as she had fallen asleep holding Root's. She groaned; how disgustingly romantic.
She tried to gently untangle her hand from Root's so she wouldn't wake her, but Root was already awake, and looking at her with those intense bright eyes of hers.
'Good morning, sweetie,' She whispered, still drinking in the sight of her, not breaking eye contact.
Shaw coughed, uncomfortable. Damn Root and her intense gaze. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' She said defensively.
'Because, you look so beautiful in the mornings. Well, more beautiful than usual,' She flirted, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
Shaw couldn't help but laugh, 'How do you even have the energy to flirt as soon as you open your eyes?'
'It's a talent,' She smirked, then winced as her stomach grumbled loudly, 'I'm hungry, but I'm not eating any of Veronika's meals even it that means I have to starve to death,' Root grimaced, Veronika's cooking was worse than being shot, and that was terrible.
Shaw flinched; she was sick and tired of hearing the word 'death' and Root in the same sentence. Noticing how Root quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at her- the woman really didn't miss anything -Shaw ignored Root's unspoken question and made a show of groaning while getting up from the confining chair, 'Don't move a muscle, I'll go find us something edible, '
She closed the door behind her and tiptoed around the house trying to find the kitchen. The horrendous smell of something burning worked as good as breadcrumbs in leading Shaw to where the kitchen was. Turns out Root wasn't exaggerating after all, death by starvation was definitely better than what Shaw was seeing through the crack in the door, where Veronika stood, trying to make pancakes, or more accurately, trying to extinguish the burning pancakes. Shaw looked at Veronika for a few seconds, trying to contain her laughter then remembered that a normal person would try to help, not laugh. But hey, she was far from normal as she can get.
Veronika turned, still frantically trying to use towels to kill the fire rising from the cooking pan, and saw Shaw leaning against the door, a huge smile plastered on her face.
'Well don't just stand there,' She squealed, distraught. 'Go get the fire extinguisher from the hallway,'
Shaw turned lazily, still finding the situation funny, and went back into the hallway, carried the extinguisher and put out the fire.
'And I thought Root was just being extra,' She laughed as she threw the pancakes in the rubbish bin.
'I'm a doctor, not a chef, if you're judging my cooking skills, you can cook your girlfriend her food, if you love her so much,' Veronika huffed, but a small smile fought its way to her face.
'I do,' Shaw breathed out, shocked she was actually able to say it, to a stranger no less. 'I do,' She repeated, more firmly this time, avoiding Veronika's eye contact; She had never acknowledged her feelings out loud for Root before, especially not in front of someone she barely knew.
Turning away from Veronika, she started opening the cupboards, searching for clean bowls, then she opened the refrigerator and took out all the ingredients she needs.
Root sat up in her bed, eying the chair Sameen had slept in, it was probably more comfortable than that stiff bed. She tried to stretch her arms out, but winced as the needle in her hand sank in deeper, and a small pool of blood formed on her skin.
The door swung open, and in came Shaw balancing a large tray on one hand and trying to close the door with another.
Root smiled at her adoringly, 'Sameen, you didn't tell me you were practicing to be a ninja,'
'Shut up,' Shaw shot back, placing the tray on the table, 'I cooked you breakfast, you don't get to annoy me,'
Root took a closer look at the tray. There were two plates of scrambled eggs, french toast, unburned, delicious-looking pancakes and two cups of freshly squeezed orange juice.
She stared at her girlfriend in shock, 'You cooked for me?'
'Well, someone had to and it wasn't going to be Veronika, she burned the pancakes and..' Shaw started to justify but was stopped by Root who was pulling at her hand to get her to come closer to the bed. Shaw begrudgingly obliged and Root grabbed her neck, pulling her down and kissing her passionately, on her lips, then started kissing and biting her soft neck spots and Shaw shivered, 'I can see just how hungry you are,' she joked, as she pulled away, leaving Root pouting adorably at her, 'But you gotta eat real food, come on I'll help,' She helped Root sit properly on the bed, adjusting the pillows behind her back, then placed the tray in her lap and started cutting the pancakes into small pieces.
Stabbing one piece with a fork, she handed it to Root, who had her mouth open and was looking at her in what could only be described as a puppy face.
Even Shaw can't resist a puppy, so she just fed Root the piece, rolling her eyes; what a spoiled brat.
She stabbed the second piece, with a little bit more force, and looked at Root who was pouting at her, 'I need my rest, Sameen. Doctor's orders,' she purred as Shaw stuffed her mouth with more food.
And that's how she ended up feeding Root the entire breakfast in bed, while Root just sat there like a puppy, looking at Sameen like she's the most precious thing in the world.