Cuddling? Yeah right.
Soon enough it was time for Root to be moved into another room, the one with the bigger bed.
She was insisting she was totally okay to walk on her own; She had been shot, not paralysed.
'Root you have two bullet holes in your gut, so shut up and let me do my job,' Sameen growled, sounding overprotective even to her own ears..
'Your job? Your job as what exactly?' Root asked, arching one perfect eyebrow at her.
'As your.. You know,' Shaw said, trying to avoid the word, knowing Root will tease her the moment she says it.
But Root was relentless, 'As what? My good friend?' She winked at her and Shaw laughed. The psycho never knew how to wink properly.
'If you keep this up, I'm breaking up with your ass,' Shaw shot back, biting the inside of her cheek, as she realised she admitted exactly what Root wanted her to say.
Root smirked that lope-sided smile of hers, and started getting off the bed slowly; Veronika had come in earlier and taken out her IV.
She stood shakily, her legs were cramped from sleeping there for too long, and her knees gave away.
She felt Shaw's steady arms clutch her, preventing her from crashing to the ground, and she put her arm around Sam's waist, using her girlfriend to keep her standing.
She took one step forward and wobbled, losing balance again.
'Okay, that's it,' Shaw said and before Root could know what was happening, Shaw had hauled her ass off the ground and she squealed with surprise as Shaw put one arm under her legs and another supporting her back. Root placed her arms over Sameen's neck, 'You're going to need one hell of a massage after this,' she breathed in her ear, as Shaw felt her neck tingle with goosebumps because of Root being so close to her.
'Nah, you weigh nothing, you're like a twig,' She answered, as she walked with Root across
the room and opened the door, 'But, I won't say no to that massage.'
They passed Veronika in the hallway, who raised her eyebrows at them and smiled, 'The
room is just right over there,' she pointed towards a door at the end of the corridor.
Shaw nudged the door open with her foot, as her hands were a bit full, and entered the
room, which was a significant upgrade from the hospital-like room they were in before. It
had a queen-sized bed, definitely better than the hospital cot, a small couch and a large closet.
'I'm going to have to promote you after carrying me like your bride, Sameen,' Root whispered seductively, nibbling on Shaw's ear.
'I don't do marriage, Root,' Shaw said and heard the unintended harshness in her voice.
Root brushed it off, 'A few years back you didn't do relationships, sweetie,'
Annoyed that she had a point, Shaw shut her up with a kiss, before setting her gently on the bed. She then worked on removing the blanket, tucking Root in then covering her so she
wouldn't get cold.
'Join me,' Root whispered, tugging at Shaw's hand.
'Um, I don't think you're ready for that yet, I mean for your stitches,' Shaw said, surprised at Root's forwardness. But why would she be; it's Root.
'I didn't mean that, Sameen,' Root said accusingly, 'I just want you to be here with me,'
'Why?' Shaw deadpanned.
'It's part of your job requirements,' Root replied curtly.
Shaw cursed herself; she had dug her own grave. She wasn't used to not having a sarcastic reply ready to be delivered. Root was the only person who has ever rendered her speechless, the only person she couldn't say no to.
Giving in, she took off her shoes, and climbed into the bed, where Root has moved over to give her some space.
As soon as Shaw settled in and covered them with the blankets again, Root snuggled in closer, breathing in Shaw's scent; she smelled like beer and gunpowder, mixed with the clean fragrance of soap. The shorter woman begrudgingly put one arm around Root's back, pulling her closer, using her free hand to play with her perfectly wavy hair.
'I can't believe I'm doing this,' Shaw muttered. She was never the one to show or express emotion through anything, except for sex. Meaningless, no-strings-attached sex.
But with Root, so many strings were attached she might as well be a goddamn puppet. She knew Root needed emotional support, and if that included cuddling, Shaw was ready to give it to her.
They both fell asleep in each others arms, Shaw finally able to get some rest, since that was ripped away from her the moment she thought Root was gone.
A sudden voice in Root's cochlear implant made her eyes spring wide open.
'Are you ready?' The machine asked, still using Root's voice to communicate.
'Can you not do that? Use my voice, I mean.' Root whispered, so she wouldn't wake Shaw up. It was very odd hearing her own voice inside her head, and as much as she appreciated the machine choosing her, it was getting uncomfortable. Besides, she knew Shaw was going to throw a fit when she knows what comes next, she didn't want her sociopath to get even more agitated when she hears the machine using her voice.
The machine obliged, switching to another man's voice, 'Are you ready?' She asked Root again.
'Absolutely,' Root replied, looking at Shaw, 'But she isn't. She won't let me do this.'
'Tomorrow, 8 am. Be there.' The machine delivered, shutting off again.
Root sighed, as she leaned in to Shaw's sleeping figure, savouring the last moments of peace she has, before Shaw wakes up and starts freaking out about what she has to do.
It was time to go on missions again.