Hot Tub Therapy
Shaw’s brain started waking up, like an old light bulb that blinks several times to get to full wattage. First, her brain noticed that she was very warm and had pleasurable sensations going on throughout her whole body. Then an alarm siren went off in her head when she realized the sensations were skin on skin, a feeling unlike any other sensation in the world. When her brain finally booted back up again, to her horror, she realized she was practically lying completely on top of Root. Her head was using Root’s chest as a pillow, one arm draped across her torso and her legs, even her legs betrayed her and were entwined with the hacker’s bare legs. And to top it all off, she was still topless from the massage. When she lifted her head, she noticed another horrific image; she had actually drooled on Root. Then she felt Root shift, building a small amount of friction between their legs. She realized her v-commander was definitely trapped between the hacker’s legs. Shaw hesitated for a moment, reveling in the exquisite torture of the heat building up between her legs. Not to mention her head was pounding, either from a lack of blood, that flooding lower regions, or those damn fruity drinks. She really couldn’t tell if Root was asleep or faking it or wet dreaming all over her.
“What the hell, Root?!” Shaw finally decided to sit up and looked around for the sheets.
Root didn’t wake up right away. Shaw grabbed the tail end of the sheet and jerked it around her torso and waist. She then pushed her foot into Root’s ribs.
“What? What’s going on? Harry in trouble?” Root sat up with messy hair and sleepy eyes.
“Did you drug me last night?” asked Shaw angrily while glaring at Root.
“Drug you?” asked a confused and bemused Root, she ran a hand through her matted hair, still having trouble opening her eyes sufficiently to look at an angry Shaw.
“How in the hell did I end up sleeping in here?”
“Sameen, you fell asleep during the massage, like dead asleep. I couldn’t wake you. Fusco told you those fruity drinks were strong,” Root sat up more fully and leaned back against the headboard, leaving her long, bare, exquisite legs on display and showing off a pair of black boy shorts underwear.
“So, you just took an opportunity…” Shaw looked at Root very flustered.
However, before she could finish, Root jumped in, “To sleep, yeah. Once again, it is my room and bed.” Root loved seeing Shaw so flustered, not to mention she looked utterly adorable with bed hair and wrapped in a sheet. It took all her will power not to pounce on the petite woman. Flustered Shaw might be her favorite, or annoyed Shaw or messy Shaw from either lack of sleep or hunger; okay, she loved all the Shaws.
Shaw grit her teeth, if Root used that excuse one more time. Shaw did remember the massage vaguely. She thought she must have been completely blitzed out drunk to agree to a Root massage that involved her getting topless. Although, I’m sure her body had taken over the controls at that point and wanted nothing more than to have Root topless as well, an image she tried to shake from her head. And how in one day had she been topless twice in Root’s presence, three if you count the bra swapping.
“I was a perfect gentleman. I covered you up and moved as far away from you as possible,” said Root while spreading her arms across the headboard.
“No, proper etiquette would have been for you to sleep on the couch,” Shaw made a pointed face with squinted eyes.
“What and miss the rom-com possibilities?” Root said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“My most detested genre,” spat out Shaw.
“Sameen, you’re pretty compact. There was still so much space. I had no idea during the night you would be the one doing all the spooning and drooling on me,” the tall brunette had to throw that in with complete glee in her voice.
“That’s a lie,” said Shaw soaked with venom.
“Is it Sameen?” said Root as she pointed to a wet patch on her tank top and smiled too broadly. “Do you want to see another wet patch?” Root raised an eyebrow and lowered her eyes to cast a glance downwards.
“NO. I’ll pass.” Shaw rolled her eyes, as much as she wanted to look to verify this information, she turned her head.
Root thought she might try and diffuse the situation. “Sameen, you probably did it out of self-preservation. I tend to kick all the covers off the bed, so I bet you were just cold. Okay? And once again, disappointingly, I didn’t see anything. I might have felt everything…” Shaw shot her a menacing glare. “…nothing happened, ask The Machine.”
“Stop,” Shaw ground her teeth, her anger was boiling at this point. “I don’t want a recap. And where are your hideous pajama bottoms?” It was bad enough looking at the impossibly long, lean, bare swoon-worthy legs, and it was even more intoxicating realizing those legs were just wrapped around parts of Shaw’s legs, which ran tiny shivers up and down Shaw’s body.
“You made me take them off…” Root said in a seductive tone.
“Stop,” Shaw didn’t want to know anything she said to Root while drunk or half asleep, mostly because it was probably laced with more truth than her every day non-drunk conversations and didn’t want to hear what her brain might be thinking about Root. Then she noticed Root’s underwear, which looked familiar, “Root, is that my underwear?”
“Hope you don’t mind, these are comfy,” Root said suggestively to Shaw.
Shaw yanked at the sheet to pull it off the bed to use a cover to the bathroom, which proved difficult since Root was partially sitting on it and didn’t seem to want to move. Shaw gave a huff and then brought out some maximum strength to pull so hard she got the rest of the sheet and, in the process, toppled Root over the edge of the bed. Shaw was pretty pleased with herself as she grabbed one of Root’s tops and headed to the bathroom. Before she slammed the door, she let the sheet drop to the floor, putting her bareback on display for Root.
*****
Shaw exited Root’s bedroom with her hair matted in a bedhead mess, wearing the hacker’s shorts and shirt begrudgingly. She did not expect both Reese and Fusco to be in the kitchen. And she didn’t expect Root to follow her out in only her underwear and tank top. They all four stopped and had a brief uncomfortable silence.
“Is this a coming out party?” asked Fusco with a mischievous glee to his voice. Reese couldn’t help but smile as he discreetly looked away from his two female co-workers and their disheveled, partially clothed states.
“Sorry to disappoint Lionel, but Shaw had one too many fruity drinks and passed out in the ladies’ room. I just brought her here to sleep it off. Your wife remains faithful to you,” smirked Root to the detective. “Much to my disappointment.”
Shaw squinted her eyes hard at Root like there was ever a time she couldn’t hold her liquor, especially stupid fruity drinks.
Root moved to get around Shaw to head towards the kitchen, “Is there any coffee?” However, Shaw grabbed her arm roughly, nodded to down Root’s body.
“Root, put some pants on,” Shaw seethed out. It was bad enough she had to gawk at the impossibly delicious legs; it was quite another matter for them to be on display for the guys, not to mention her underwear, which she was getting back from the hacker.
Root went back into her bedroom to grab Shaw’s despised pajama bottoms. And as she exited the bedroom to head to the kitchen, there was a knock on the door. Root walked over to answer and was pleasantly surprised by the guest.
“Hello, Ms. Groves,” Harold stood in the hallway in his maintenance resort uniform. He glanced down at her Grumpy cat pajama bottoms, looked mildly bewildered, and stepped inside.
“Good to see you, Harry, I was getting worried,” Root couldn’t help notice that Harold looked perhaps a little tan, and his face appeared somewhat relaxed.
“I thought I would come in person to deliver an update. I’m quite happy everyone is together,” Finch looked between the four of them standing around the kitchen area as he walked closer.
“Yeah, we’re having brunch,” joked Fusco while taking a bite of a granola bar he found on the counter. Shaw reached over and nabbed one for herself, while Root went in and got some coffee behind John.
“Finch, do we finally have something to do besides getting in touch with our feelings,” said Reese while Shaw smirked and nodded her head in agreement.
“I believe so. I need assistance on retrieving something buried pretty deep,” said Finch while pulling out a map from his inside jacket pocket and spreading it out on the countertop. “There is a signal coming from somewhere in this area about 30 meters underwater.”
“What could be buried underwater sending off a signal?” asked Root staring at the map intrigued.
“I haven’t a clue, yet we need to check it out. I’ve gone ahead and procured scuba diving equipment,” Shaw looked pleased, at least something besides more therapy. “However, you both have therapy sessions first, so we will meet up afterward on the south side of the beach, a bit more secluded for our needs.”
“Finch, this sounds urgent. I think this takes precedence over our cover therapy sessions,” said Reese with an almost pleading nature to his voice and eyes.
“No, Mr. Reese. Please, keep up your cover with Ms. Groves. You are both scheduled after each other, so at least that will be in a somewhat timely fashion.” Finch left the map, as he knew they wanted to study it. “I need to get back to my post.” Finch smiled gently and turned to leave.
All four of them watched as Finch left the room, then Root turned to Fusco and Shaw, “Looks like you two are up first for hot tub therapy,” Root said while eyeing Shaw, “Shaw, hope you’re going to wear that black bikini again.”
Fusco watched his fake wife make hard, squinty eyes at Looney Tunes; he then walked around to nudge the shorter woman to get moving gently.
“C’mon wifey, let’s get you some food before our therapeutic soak.”
Shaw let Fusco lead her out of the room before responding to the annoying hacker with a harsh rebuttal.
Root watched them leave and then turned to Reese, “John, should we decide on an issue we need to discuss or wing it?” The hacker unwrapped a granola bar and started munching on it while looking at Reese with a grimace on his face.
“Let’s just wing it,” the last thing Reese wanted to do was to prepare for his therapy sessions, which he didn’t want to attend to in the first place. For an action-packed job, he’s had to be in fake therapy at least three times; and that number was way too high.
*****
Shaw and Fusco liked to avoid therapy period, let alone a therapy that involved stewing in hot bubbling water. They arrived at the hot tub, or spa as some people say before Dr. Tinswell showed up. Thankfully, it was outdoors, fairly secluded, and had a view of the beach off in the distance. Fusco and Shaw went over some basics while getting into the small bubbling pool.
“We’ve got four kids remember,” said Fusco lowering himself into the spa. He was wearing long, swim trunks and already had sunburned arms from playing golf twice with a red burn around his neck, making his chest look pastier white. Shaw had to hold down a chuckle looking at his ridiculous sunburn on her partner.
“Lionel, that means people have to believe we’ve had sex four times,” said Shaw as she took off her shirt and shorts revealing a black bikini.
Without missing a beat, Fusco started trailing off names, “There’s Lionel Jr., Leo, Barry who goes by Bear and Sam, short for Samuel,” Fusco splashed some water in his face as he tried to get comfortable in the spa.
“We’re horribly unoriginal with our fake children’s names,” Shaw whispered to Lionel as to be not heard by Dr. Tinswell, who was fast approaching. The petite primary asset then lowered herself into the spa and sat as close as she could to Fusco without having to actually touch him.
Dr. Tinswell got closer and looked over some notes so Fusco whispered back, “I never get to go undercover like this, it’s kind of fun,” Lionel smiled at Shaw, “You said we.”
Shaw just rolled her eyes at him but also couldn’t help a little smile emerge on her lips.
“Deep undercover mob cartel, now that’s fun,” Shaw whispered back to Fusco while she played with the bubbles popping up on the surface of the water.
When Dr. Tinswell turned around to face Shaw and Fusco, they were both playing with the bubbles popping up in the spa.
“Now this might be unorthodox, some say this hot tub therapy; however, I find being in the warm water unleashes some buried truths, the truths we might not even be aware we are hiding or harboring.” Dr. Tinswell put her notes on a chair and addressed the fake couple. “Let’s take twenty deep breathes. Deep long breathes. Let’s get centered.”
Shaw had never taken so many deep breathes in her life as she had in the past 48 hours. She did a quick glance to Fusco and they both started their deep breath rotation. Halfway through the breathing, Tinswell lowered herself into the spa, still taking the deep breathes herself seriously. When they got to twenty, Tinswell looked at both of them.
“Can you both tell me what you like about being married to each other?” Tinswell asked both of them.
Shaw and Fusco looked to each other as if playing their own silent game of chicken, who would go first.
Fusco knew his co-worker would not go first, as he probably imagined the lethal petite woman had never wanted to get married, never thought about it, and probably never would. So he chose to speak up first, “I like being married. The thing about being married is that you’ve always got someone who’s got your back. You finally got your own team. I mean, you’re born into a team, your family, but when you find someone who wants to be on your two-person team, that’s something special.” Fusco stopped for a moment, he cast his eyes down, and a wave of sadness seemed to cover his face. “Of course, when you find out your teammate wants to be traded to another team…” Lionel looked off and couldn’t make eye contact with Shaw or Dr. Tinswell, “Maybe you didn’t keep up your side and didn’t always renegotiate contracts to make sure your team was happy, then that’s on you.”
Shaw watched Lionel closely; she had never heard him talk about his ex-wife. There was what she detected sadness in his eyes. She knew she had to do something since they were in front of Tinswell, plus she kind of didn’t like seeing Fusco sad. So Shaw reached over and put her arm around Fusco’s shoulder. In return, Fusco put his head on her shoulder. Shaw couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes and shaking her head, then tried to play if off to Tinswell. “It’s okay, Fus…uh fuzzy bear.” Oh, she’s going to regret that action, especially if it got back to Root.
“And you Sammy?” Dr. Tinswell asked Shaw gently a few moments to let Fusco regain his composure.
It took a moment for Shaw to realize she was being addressed, “I uh…like the team back thing,” Shaw didn’t want to think of Root, but her brain snuck her in there anyway, especially the hacker’s long, lean backside. She did feel Root would always have her back, no matter what, even though she never asked her for help. That thought tied her stomach in knots, which felt somewhat pleasurable yet, at the same time, torturous.
“There are a lot of things about me that…uh, he didn’t know anything about, things he wouldn’t understand, things he couldn’t understand, things he shouldn’t understand. I didn’t think anyone would want to be mixed up with someone like me. I’m a loner. A rebel.” Shaw furrowed her eyes together, concentrated hard on the hot tub bubbles popping up in front of her; she moved her hand back and forth over them. She made eye contact with Fusco. “Then I became a part of this team and…things changed, maybe even inside…I don’t know. It doesn’t suck sometimes.” Shaw cast her eyes down to the water again.
“My wife aint’ a poet but she packs a punch with words sometimes,” Fusco had a genuinely warm smile directed at Shaw; he patted his fake wife on the back.
They had to endure a few more rounds of questions; then, finally, their time was up. Dr. Tinswell left to take a quick break before her next session, which, of course, was with Reese and Root.
As soon as the doctor was far enough out of hearing range, Fusco said to Shaw, “Nice work there, Shaw. Although, I’m a little surprised you were quoting Pee Wee’s Big Adventure,” Fusco raised his eyebrows to the petite firecracker.
“Saw it when I was a kid. It’s about a guy who only needs his bike and nobody else. It left an impression,” said Shaw as she spread her arms out full wide; she gripped each side of the hot tub.
Fusco had moved over to the other side after Dr. Tinswell had vacated. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the relaxing feel of the water.
Shaw’s senses tingled, and she knew Root must be behind her, and sure enough, her instincts were correct. Shaw turned around in just time to see Root taking off a thin shawl type of thing she was wearing over her red bikini, the red bikini left little to one’s sexual imagination much to Shaw’s surprise. Before she knew it Root swiftly and smoothly got into the hot tub and was already sitting practically on top of Shaw, once again ignoring any personal space boundaries. The petite primary asset did not want to acknowledge that feeling Root brushing up against her repeatedly while both of them were barely clothed in warm bubbling water made everything seem out of focus; well, except the throbbing between her legs. And then Shaw realized to her horror that she still had her arms outstretched, and Root was leaning her head against her arm, thus appearing that she might be enjoying this contact. She pushed the hacker’s head off her arm; she then crossed her arms in front of her chest. Root watched this action while she licked her lips while she managed to rub up against Shaw a few times with her arm and leg.
“How did your hot tub therapy go, Shaw? Did you and Fusco declare any deep feelings?”
“Yeah, about how much we dislike certain co-workers, it was a real bonding moment,” Shaw said while pushing Root’s leg away, which only caused the hacker to outstretch her arms this time, putting her arm behind the shorter woman’s head.
Fusco shook his head and got out of the hot tub, fearing the two women would start fighting or something else much worse.
Shaw moved to get out of the hot tub and to get away from Root in a red bikini because that was something she couldn’t unsee, and her damn hormones had that on auto-play already; her hormones were such bastards at times. As Shaw shifted to move, so did Root so that their bodies kept brushing up against each other. Finally, Shaw had enough and reached under the water and pulled hard on Root’s leg to submerge the hacker. However, the taller woman grabbed onto, the shorter woman’s leg, which prevented her from standing up. Shaw lunged for the side while Root came up behind her flinging her long dripping hair. Shaw spun around and grabbed onto Root’s bikini bottom; she slide her hand underneath the fabric of the side, the action elicited a moan from the taller woman.
“If you don’t let me get out of this germ-infested soup brew, I’m going to rip this, and you’ll have to have your therapy session with John and the doctor lady pantless.”
They both stared intensely into each other’s eyes; Root didn’t want to break the contact as she was enjoying having Shaw’s hand almost literally down her pants. She moved her hand on top of Shaw’s.
“You do realize that means it would be the second article of clothing you have torn off me in the last 24 hours,” Root said rather smugly to Shaw.
The petite primary asset removed her hand as fast as she could from Root, which was kind of awkward since the taller woman’s hand wouldn’t get out of the way.
Root did realize much to her disappointment, they had to stop this, Tinswell could be back any minute, and it might look a little weird two supposedly straight married women practically wrestling each other in the spa. Then again, it might just be something off one of those housewife shows. Maybe they could play off they were fighting over or for their men, although as talented as she was at fooling people, Root didn’t think even she could pull that one off. Shaw had roughly gotten a hold of her wrist, so she took the chance with her other hand to cup the shorter woman’s ass, which of course, only made petite firecracker angrier. When Shaw twisted her wrist a little, she held down a wince and let go of Shaw entirely. The petite primary asset stepped back, breathing heavily while giving some space between them. She turned around and pulled herself out of the spa. The hacker splashed some water as the shorter woman walked by. When Shaw was out of sight Reese appeared in his demure, classy long board shorts, he took off his shirt and eased into the hot tub while smirking at Rook.
“I’m surprised she hasn’t killed you yet in your sleep,” Reese said with a nod to Root.
“I am too,” Root smiled at John. She had a feeling John knew almost as soon as she knew herself about her feelings for Shaw, he’s a guy that might not talk much, and when he does, it’s at a very low register; but he’s damn intuitive and observant.
Suddenly, Dr. Tinswell appeared and ready for their session. She started it the same way she started Shaw and Fusco’s with the deep breathing; then, she settled in and started asking questions of Reese and Root.
“What do you each like about each other?” asked Dr. Tinswell while focusing on them.
Reese internally begged that Root would go first, and thankfully she did.
“John is incredibly loyal, to a fault almost. He’s incredibly dependable, again almost to a fault. I used to be…mean, kind of unkind about that. In the past year, I have come to appreciate his loyalty and dependability. Even when he might be mad or annoyed with me, he’ll still be there to help. I compare you to a dog sometimes because they are one of the finest species,” Root realized she wasn’t making anything up; over time, she had grown to appreciate and even like John.
“What about the monkey reference?” asked John with a slight smirk directed at the hacker.
“Sorry about that one,” Root looked down and then back up again into Reese’s eyes, “If I haven’t said it before…thank you, John, for everything you do…and for always…Harold.” She was truly thankful that Harold had the greatest protector always to keep him safe.
“Who’s Harold?” asked an intrigued Dr. Tinswell.
“Uh…a friend,” said Reese.
“Our dog,” Root said, realizing she and John said different things at the same time. “He’s more than a friend; he’s family.”
Dr. Tinswell seemed to buy that, so she moved onto Reese’s answer to the question, “John, what is it about Sam that you like?”
“She’s unpredictable…to a fault almost.” Reese looked over at Root; he had a kind smile on his face. “She has great timing. I’m glad we’re on the same team.” Reese continued smiling at Root, who smiled back at him.
“He’s terribly romantic,” Root smiled back at Reese.
“That’s excellent. Now let’s see you express that emotion physically,” pushed Dr. Tinswell.
“Doc, I don’t think that is necessary,” Reese looked truly uncomfortable as did Root a little.
“Agree. How about John and I go back to our room alone, and we will report back later,” although, just to appease the doctor and to hopefully expedite an end to this therapy session, Root leaned over and gave a short, lingering kiss on John’s lips.
John shook his and squinted his eyes hard at his fake wife. Thankfully, Joan emerged from around the corner and went over to whisper something to Dr. Tinswell, who then had to excuse herself and thanked them both for an enlightening session.
Shaw had been around the corner out of sight watching her teammate’s session and didn’t like seeing Root lean over and kiss Reese on the lips, what the hell was that for; it’s not like the world was at stake or anything. The flame she had burning all over body left, and a chill ran up her spine when she saw the hacker do that action. Suddenly, Fusco appeared and startled her.
“I’m sure those fruity drinks are still leaving your brain a little fuzzy there partner, just so you know; you’re staring at Coca Puffs pretty hard. Are you spying on their therapy session,” asked an amused Fusco.
“Just making sure our teammates are safe,” Shaw didn’t even believe her own lie.
As Tinswell left, followed by Joan, Root and John moved to the other side of the hot tub and outstretched their arms to relax. Joan managed once again to touch both of their arms on the way out. As soon as they closed their eyes for a brief moment, they felt someone practically dive bomb into the small hot tub causing major waves in the small space. Root didn’t have to open her eyes to know it was Shaw, and she couldn’t hide her wide grin because she was certain that meant the petite firecracker saw her kiss John. She noticed that Shaw sat somewhat close to her, well close for Shaw.
“I can’t believe it’s been over 48 hours since I fired a gun,” said Shaw while watching her teammates.
“And it’s been over 48 hours since I had my hands on some computer hardware. Maybe it’s good for us to unplug and uncock. Recharge our batteries,” Root opened her eyes to stare at Shaw, and once again move closer, so their legs were touching.
“I’m always fully charged,” remarked Shaw as she bumped her knee against Root’s knee. She didn’t know how much longer she could take all this physical contact with the hacker with no payoff; she was seriously rethinking her no sex with Root rule. She might seriously have some kind of spontaneous sexual combustion if she didn’t put her mouth on several key body parts of Root.
“That you are,” Root replied to Shaw while she bumped her knee back to Shaw’s. She wished Reese wasn’t in the small pool with them. Root was beginning to feel almost confident that if she did lunge at Shaw, things might escalate. That if she sucked on Shaw’s neck again at this moment, they might disappear back to her room for a few days. The hacker was past just wanting Shaw now; it was fast becoming a primal need, especially after all this touching, brushing, sucking, and rubbing up against each other.
“Hate to bust up the threesome, but Glasses says he needs us now on the beach. Keep your suits on, it’s diving time,” said Fusco as he motioned for his teammates to follow.
*****
As the four teammates approached Finch on the beach, they saw three sets of scuba diving gear ready for them. Shaw and Reese were experienced divers, so they started instructing Fusco how to put on his gear and what to do and what not to do. Shaw glanced over to Root.
“Are you coming?” Shaw asked Root as she put on her scuba diving gear, and the hacker, in return, walked over and helped the shorter woman fasten the equipment in place. The shorter woman rolled her eyes, yet however, begrudgingly took the assistance.
Before Root could answer, Finch, spoke up, “No, Ms. Groves is needed on shore with me.”
“Sounds like I’m landlocked. Good luck, Shaw,” Root grabbed the regulator and gently positioned it in front of Shaw’s mouth, which surprisingly the petite primary asset opened and allowed in as the tall brunette pushed it in slowly. Of course, Root would rather be putting something else in Shaw’s mouth, and that message was delivered pretty clearly to the shorter woman. Shaw then brought up her hand to reposition the regulator and shake her head to Root, who smiled her cocky smile in return.
As soon as the three teammates were geared up, Finch gave them exact area coordinates to look for something unusual or unexpected. The three of them walked out slowly into the ocean and disappeared.
“Harry, am I needed onshore? Or are you worried about my implant? You know it’s perfectly safe to scuba dive, allowing I don’t go past a certain depth,” Root had put on shirt and shorts over her red bikini, she turned her head to study Harold.
“I would rather not risk it, Root.” Finch knew using her preferred name would garner her attention and also, possibly induce a warm reception in being left out of the underwater expedition.
“I shouldn’t probably tell you then that yesterday I jumped off a cliff,” Root shrugged with a small smile to Harold.
“Yes, I’m well aware of you and Ms. Shaw’s reckless hiking. You two need to be more careful, although I highly doubt you will,” Finch looked down at the tablet he was holding, he showed it to Root so she could see the trackers placed on their teammates and how close they were getting to finding the signal buried out to sea.
“Any idea what they might find out there?” asked Root while still staring at the tablet before handing it back to Finch.
“Not any substantial guesses,” said Finch as he stood and gazed out to sea.
Root and Finch stood on the beach, keeping watch over the shoreline and waiting for their teammates to come back up.
Suddenly, after about thirty minutes, Reese emerged from the water carrying Shaw in his arms; he started throwing off his gear as he went with Fusco trailing behind him picking stuff up.
“What happened?” asked Root as she rushed towards Reese and Shaw.
As soon as they got some distance from the water, Reese put Shaw down on the beach, “Shaw got stung by a jellyfish.” Reese had a very concerned look on his face. “One of the worst kind as far as I could tell.”
“She was saving my ass,” Fusco huffed, he was out of breath and a worried sick look on his face as he looked down at Shaw. “It should have been me.”
“That’s because I knew this would kill your wimpy ass,” Shaw spat out very hoarsely and between labored breaths. Root dropped to the sand and started examining Shaw’s body, looking for stingers from the jellyfish. Harold looked on with a horrified expression on his face.
“Maybe someone needs to, you know…on her,” Fusco made a motion with his hands as his puzzled teammates stared at him.
“Lionel, if you’re referring to urine, that can make it worse if the stingers are still in her skin. Does anyone have their room key card on hand?” asked Root, Fusco and Reese checked their pockets. Fusco especially looked on confused. Harold handed over a room key card.
Root took the key card and moved over to examine Shaw’s leg. “Sameen, I’m going to try and remove all the stingers, hold on.”
Root motioned to Reese and Fusco to help hold down Shaw; she then scraped off minuscule tentacle stingers attached to Shaw’s leg while the shorter woman thrashed in between Reese and Fusco. However, the thrashing slowed down once all the stingers were removed. Root put her hand to Shaw’s forehead with a very concerned look on her face.
“Now urination might provide some relief before carrying her up to the doctor, at least a very brief small relief,” Root turned to Fusco and Reese with somewhat stoic faces while all three bending over the petite woman.
Gritted through her teeth, Shaw spat out, “No. Nobody do that. I’m fine,” again through very labored breathing.
Of course, all three teammates could tell Shaw wasn’t fine, she looked in extreme agony. “I got you, partner,” Fusco started to untie his long swim trunks.
“You know I will too Shaw,” Reese looked on concerned.
“No, no,” Shaw unsuccessfully not playing off her pain at all as sweat poured off all over her body. She kind of hated that she only wanted one of them to help, “Just do it…Root.”
Root was completely shocked by this request but then jumped into action to squat over Shaw’s leg.
“Boys, could you turn around and make a little privacy wall please,” Root slid down her shorts and bikini bottom. “You know if you wanted to see me completely bottomless, you just had to ask.” She positioned herself over Shaw’s leg and let nature take its course. Root stared into Shaw’s eyes when the petite firecracker looked her way.
“Do not make eye contact with me while you do that,” Shaw barely managed to force out in between jolts of intense pain.
“Can’t help it. Helps me concentrate.”
“You’re such a freak,” just then a small wave of relief hit Shaw as the bodily fluid hit her leg, “Oh God!” Shaw didn’t realize she said this so loud, and she was unprepared how this gross act relieved a little of the explosive pain. And a little helped a lot when this much pain was involved.
“Hope this isn’t a fetish for you,” Root tired to lighten the moment as she pulled her bikini bottom and shorts back on and moved over to check Shaw’s vital signs and wipe some sweat from her face. She then stood up and put her hand on John’s shoulder.
“Let’s get Shaw to the doctor,” Reese bent down and picked up Shaw in his arms.