All Hands On Deck

Root ducked fast as Shaw lunged for her, the tall brunette managed to maneuver to the other side of the rowboat without falling out into the ocean or capsizing the boat thankfully. Shaw groaned loudly and hissed at Root, they were playing cat and mouse, and the perky psycho was winning at this moment. They were seated across from each other again. Shaw took both oars in her hands and rowed hard until the little boat was in the middle between the mainland and the small island. As soon as the motion stopped, Root quickly grabbed one of the oars and pushed it between her and Shaw. She felt she needed a barrier to prevent the overly amorous firecracker from lunging at her again. Shaw grabbed onto the oar and started slowly pulling it hard, inching it closer to her, the cat drawing the mouse to its clutches. Root knew she was no match for Shaw’s strength.

“You can spank me with the oar if you want,” Shaw said while raising her eyebrows and locking eyes with Root.

Root realized she needed to let go of the oar because Shaw was using it to pull her closer to her, which was not good, especially if she was going to kiss her again. Root didn’t know if she could handle any more Shaw kisses. The Shaw kisses were way too intense, and all she wanted to do as move in and live in them forever. Her brain did tell her repeatedly they were only kissing because of a jellyfish sting, still the logical parts of her body where losing majorly to the erotic parts. On the other hand, bless the jellyfish that stung her favorite primary asset and for her crush being so strong and pushing Lionel out of the way. Root didn’t want to think how Lionel would have been in this situation; it would have been a horror movie, the messy, really gory, gross kind.

Before Root knew it, Shaw started tugging on the oar again. Her grip was solid and firm. It was a tug of war, and Root was losing. Every inch Shaw pulled hard on the oar brought her prey that much closer to her. Soon there was no barrier between them. Shaw had a predatory look on her face as she inched closer to Root. It was clear to see the libido charged firecracker was in pain as sweat continued to pour off her body, with occasional winces and labored breathing. Root wished there was something she could do to help Shaw. Except for the obvious as she wasn’t entirely sure if that rare sex heat craze thing was causing physical pain, as in saying the line of blue balls, or if it was more psychological like the impending doom delusions.

“Are you in pain? You know, anywhere specific?” asked Root; she could tell Shaw was trying a different approach this time instead of lunging at her again.

Shaw inched up off her seat then crawled the short space of the rowboat to kneel in front of Root.

“I’m hot, just like an oven. I need some lovin’. I can’t hold it much longer; it’s getting stronger and stronger…” Shaw gently placed her hands on Root’s thighs, which caused goosebumps explosion all over the taller brunette’s body.

“Sameen? Are you okay?” Root reached and put her hand on Shaw’s forehead to check her temperature, an action that seemed to incite the fevered woman even more.

“When I get that feeling…” Shaw reached up and gently took Root’s hand from her forehead and placed kisses in the palm of her hand.

“Oh, gawd…” Root had a feeling where this was going now, and she had to stop herself from giggling, fearing that would spur on the engorged petite firecracker even more.

“I neeeed sexual healing. Let’s make love tonight, cause you do it right,” Shaw then trailed kisses from Root’s hand up her arm.

“I hope The Machine can’t pick up any of this, and definitely not Samaritan, think of the blackmail material. Sameen Shaw…spoken word singing Mavin Gaye to one analog interface,” Root shook her head; she couldn’t shake the extreme goofy grin on her face.

Clearly, Sameen was out of her mind right now. And clearly, this jellyfish brain is the only thing on the planet that could surrender one lethal primary asset Shaw into a silly hot mess, still dangerous just in a sexed-up horny toad kind of way.

“I got sick this mornin’, a sea was stormin’ inside of me,” Shaw paused and looked deeply into Root’s eyes, “Baby…I think I’m capsizin’,” Shaw took that moment to slowly reach out and snake her arm around Root’s waist, then gently pulled their torsos together.

Okay, Root thought that was totally unfair. She could understand the groping, grabbing, pinching, and sucking, but this, low guttural spoken word fuck me lyrics move, this jellyfish infused primary asset was not playing fair by any means. Root felt pretty defenseless against sexy make-out songs being dished out by one gorgeous primary asset.

“The waves are risin’ and risin’…” Shaw placed kisses along Root’s collarbone.

“Never took you for a Marvin Gaye fan,” Root didn’t know how to stop this crazed romantic onslaught, even though she loved every second of it.

“I like Nina Simone too…Are you hip to what I’m sayin’, If you are, then let’s start swayin’,” before Root could answer, Shaw pounced on her mouth and started kissing her fiercely. The tall brunette let out a loud moan which spurred the sexually charged firecracker even more. Root couldn’t help herself; she kissed back just as strong. They were both completely lost in each other. Shaw lifted her mouth just a sliver from Root’s mouth and then grabbed Root’s hand and placed where she needed it the most.

“Root…please…”

Before Root could take her hand away, they were both jostled hard to one side while Reese and Fusco’s rowboat slammed into them.

“Need some help there, Ms. Hanky Panky?” said Fusco interrupting the two women, Shaw sprawled on top of Root after they were jostled over.

“We are just getting to the hanky panky part Lionel,” Shaw leered down at Root, “You need to leave so I can worship this fine piece of ass.”

Both Reese and Fusco made mildly disgusted faces at Shaw, then looked to Root, who just shrugged while pinned down under her favorite primary asset.

“I don’t like the Freaky Friday switch, it’s creepy,” said a creeped out Fusco. He reached out and pulled the two boats together.

Reese then swiftly swung his leg around and straddled both boats; he then motioned to Fusco, who moved to lift Shaw off of Root. This proved impossible, so Reese took an oar and pried the two women apart from each other. He then reached for Root, she reluctantly followed his lead, sat up and swung her leg over to the other boat, then she slapped Reese in the face, by accident but yet on purpose. She did have a volcano of sexual frustration pent up now from all this Shaw jellyfish adventure.

“Whoops, sorry John,” Root had to stop herself from saying that she almost had Sameen, she had to remember she needed to be taking care of her injured primary asset and not letting her boundaries blur.

“Shaw said to help her from you…remember,” Reese said in his super-serious low whisper voice. “Grab Fusco’s hand…Root c’mon.” The helper monkey tried his most reasoning look on Root, who shrugged her shoulders and changed boats.

What they didn’t expect was one super sexually charged female primary asset swinging an oar at them trying to bash their heads in for stealing her sexual relief.

“John, does she act like she wants me to go,” Root had to mock John.

“Root…I’m just intervening like Shaw asked. It’s the jellyfish talking,” John had concern in his eyes for his teammate, so Root followed his lead.
Reese reached out and stopped Shaw’s hand, “Shaw, we are just trying to help you.”

The jellyfish infused primary asset took one look at Reese raised her oar to try and smack him. They started dueling with their oars against each other.

“John, maybe at this point…you know…I should just help her before she ends up seriously hurting you or Fusco or probably both,” said Root while nodding to the detective. Root couldn’t believe she was suggesting this, well she could since she wanted nothing more in the world to help Shaw with this particular problem.

“Listen to the lady, John,” Shaw spoke in a low tone to Reese with a smirk on her face.

“Shaw, I’m following your orders,” said John sternly to his shorter female teammate.

Root let out a big sigh, “He’s right, Sameen. You did say that, let’s head back to shore, maybe get you some more morphine.”

Shaw begrudgingly gave up her oar to Reese and sat down, scowling at him the whole time. Fusco seemed to let out a sigh of relief as he and Root settled in and started rowing towards the shore behind Reese and Shaw.

As soon as John’s rowboat hit the shallower water, Shaw jumped out and started running down the beach. Reese was too slow on the draw to even come close to catching her. He slammed down his fist on the sand and watched as Shaw took off in the distance.

“Shaw ran off down the beach, looks like she’s heading off the property,” Reese was breathing heavy into the communication link. “If the two of you go more north in the boat, you might have a better chance of getting closer. I’ll head that way.” Reese took some deep breaths and scrunched up his face looking at the distance he was going to have to run after Shaw.

Shaw kept running until she came upon a beach bar, right on the beach. The place was packed, wall-to-wall with a younger crowd, looked like spring breakers having a massive karaoke contest. She looked up and saw a banner that read, ‘Battle of the 80’s Jams Karaoke Contest’. She looked to the side and could see Reese running towards the bar from a distance. Shaw scanned the bar and found a young woman she wanted something from, so she dragged her to the bathroom.

Reese huffed and puffed up to the bar; he scanned the crowd for Shaw. Moments later, Root showed up, “John, where is she? Is she here?” Root looked flustered.

Up at the front of the bar, there was a stage where a woman was murdering Madonna’s ‘Material Girl’, which it appeared the rowdy crowd was getting restless and anxious for the song to be over.

Shaw stomped up to the stage with a wild look in her eye. She got the attention of almost every man and quite a few women with sweat pouring and glistening off her rippling muscles. Her tiny beach shorts, bikini top with a plaid button shirt open, and tied in a knot in the middle, resting on her cleavage, was also extremely eye-catching. The petite fired up firecracker bounded up to the stage and shoved herself towards the microphone before anyone else had a chance, she then looked out to the crowd. She talked to the DJ, picked her song, then took out her hair scrunchie and thrashed her head up and down, raking her fingers through her silky smooth jet black hair, giving it a feral, smoldering look. This action garnered the attention of the whole bar, especially one analog interface that might have had drool dripping down her chin.

The DJ came over the speakers, “Okay, campers!! We’ve got a new contestant who looks particularly hot,” the DJ put his hand over the microphone and turned to Shaw with some concern in his eyes, “You don’t have an actual fever, do you?”

“Oh, I’ve got a fever all right,” Shaw gave the DJ a wicked smile. “Just play the damn song, dude.”

“She says this song goes out to one…pain in my ass,” the DJ tilted his head and shrugged.

The music queued up, and the song started. The 80s beat revved up, the lyrics to the song popped up on the screen in front of Shaw; she grabbed the microphone and took a rock star stance as if she was born for it. She scanned the entire bar as if looking for something to hunt and destroy, and then she found it. She locked eyes intensely and motioned with her fingers to eyes to let her prey know she was clocked. The tall brunette was heavily breathing, having just run down the beach and busted into the bar with John. Root shook her head while trying to hold down a smile. The motion by the petite compact woman on stage did not go unnoticed by the crowd who then turned to Reese and Root, the rowdy crowd trying to decipher which of the pair was being serenaded.

♪“Oh-oh, oh-oh…oh-oh…yeah yeah…yeah yeah…yeah yeah…”♪ Shaw began to sing, Reese and Root looked stunned, their mouths were almost open and dropped to the floor.

Reese turned to Root said in an amused tone, “How come Shaw never sings to us?”

“She doesn’t sing to you?” Root could not wipe the dumbfounded look on her face as she saw her favorite primary asset on stage singing like a bonafide rock star. This was the most surreal thing she had ever seen, the hottest surreal thing she had ever seen, although, whenever Shaw takes a small army down, that is pretty hot too.

♪“I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger…that keeps me awake at night…Are you the answer? I shouldn’t wonder…when I feel you weeeet my appetite…”♪
Root could feel her cheeks burning watching Shaw on stage, shooting her sex eyes while drawing out the word ‘wet’ just for her.

“Uh, Tall Drink Of Water, I think Shaw is singing this right at you,” Fusco said to Root, who haven’t even noticed the detective had joined them at the bar. The tall brunette was capturing every second of this spectacular event to her memory hard drive.

♪“With all the power you’re releasing…It isn’t safe to walk the city streets alone…”♪

“You can say that again with you two,” said Fusco while Root jabbed him in the ribs.

♪“Anticipation is running through me…Let’s find the key and turn this engine on…”♪

“Root, you better stall that car for your own good and hers,” Reese turned to face Root, who couldn’t peel her eyes off her rock star firecracker.

“You’re a real cock block, John; you know that right?” remarked Root back to Reese without looking at him.

Shaw thrashed on the stage while singing near-perfect pitch to the old 80s cheesy song, slinging her messed up bedroom hair side-to-side and continuing to only focus on one person in the crowd. All of Shaw’s rock star antics were just fueling and egging on the more and more rowdy crowd.

♪“I can feel you breath…I can feel your heartbeat faster…faaaaster…take me home tonight…I don’t want to let you go ‘til you see the light...”♪ Shaw grabbed the microphone hard, and her eyes bore into Root’s so fiercely that the tall brunette felt an electric shiver run up and down her entire body.

Root so desperately wanted to believe that despite Shaw being blitzed out of her mind on jellyfish brain, she could have picked any of the hot-bodied people in this crowded bar to sing to, or several of them. Yet she was singing this whacked goofy song directly to her.

♪“Take me home tonight…listen honey…just like Root say…be my little baby…”♪ sang Shaw while she looked at Root like she could eat alive, all night. The two of them were only staring at each other like they were the only two people in the bar, possibly the world.

“I thought you usually say, sweetie,” smirked Fusco to Root, who was so flabbergasted by her name mention that a goofy, unabashedly adoring, high wattage radiating smile was plastered across her face.

The crowd was starting to get into a frenzy with the pumped up song and pumped up antics on stage that Shaw was orchestrating, and they were getting a pretty good idea it was the tall brunette female she was singing to and not the tall dude who looked like he just got back from Malta.

♪“I don’t get frightened by all this darkness…I don’t get nightmares, don’t mind to sleep alone…I need your company, a guardian angel…to keep me warm when the cold winds blow…”♪ Again, Shaw thrashed her silky, wild bedhead of hair from side to side and ran her hand over her six-pack abs, which solicited many hoots and hollers from the audience from both genders.

For the next chorus, Shaw put her hand inside her open shirt, over her breast, leaned over the microphone, and continued to sing directly to one gorgeous hacker who had blitzed out heart eyes beaming at her.

♪“I can feel you breath…I can feel your heart beat faster…TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT…I don’t want to let you go ‘til you see the LIGHT…take me home tonight…listen honey…just like Root say…”♪

Root then yelled as loud as she could, ♪”Be my little sweetie…be my little sweetie…”♪

Everyone in the bar turned to look at her, cheering and screaming enthusiastic support of the tall brunette’s addition. Then the music interlude wailed through the bar.

“Nothing like an 80’s saxophone solo,” Fusco got into the song and bopped his head along, tapped his foot, and even swayed his hips while Reese turned and shook his head at his partner.

As soon as the saxophone solo ended, the whole was bar singing and yelling the lyrics. Loud cheering was being directed at the two women; the whole bar was clearly shipping these two love-struck women.

♪“Just like Root say…I say, just like Root saaaaaaay…”♪

Shaw pointed to Root with a twinkle in her eyes. Root beamed back to her. Someone in the crowd yelled to get a microphone to the tall hottie.

♪”Be my little sweetie...baby my darlin’…oh oh oh oh oh…”♪ Root yelled out to Shaw, who did an air kick, the crowd whooped, cheered and clapped thunderously even more.

“Again, just when I think life with you people couldn’t get any weirder, one of you or both of you takes it to the next level. Who knew we had two secret wannabe rock stars on our team,” Fusco couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

Reese looked confused but couldn’t hold down a smile while watching Shaw entice the excited spring breaker crowd even more with an old 80s cheesy song.

♪”I feel the hunger…it’s a huuuuuunnnggggeeeeer…” the sexually charged jellyfish firecracker, shook her fingers through her hair, sweat continued to pour off her like a tiny waterfall which only made her look like an oiled up goddess. Shaw kicked one leg and knocked down the microphone stand, then tore her shirt open while blaring the next chorus directly at Root with the back up of the whole bar singing too,♪ “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT…I DON’T WANT TO LET YOU GO ‘TIL YOU SEE THE LIGHT…”♪

The crowd continued to yell and repeat the chorus several times while wildly cheering as Shaw dropped the microphone, vaulted off the stage, and dashed to Root. The crowd then chanted, ‘KISS KISS KISS’ to the two women as they circled each other. Shaw ducked before Reese could grab her; she then kicked him in the knee. The jellyfish infused primary asset clawed at Root’s shirt, she pulled her sexual asset out of the bar, before the guys could get a hold of either of them. The crowd was in favor of the two women, so they kept making body blocks to Reese and Fusco. Almost everybody in the bar wanted to help the singer with her hunger and the tall brunette who was beaming out sunshine aimed at the starving, ravishing wild dark-haired petite woman.

Root let Shaw pull her along off the beach into the trees. Suddenly, Shaw stopped and turned to Root, only focusing on the hacker’s lips.

“Let’s go to the hatch,” Shaw kissed Root briefly, sucking on the hacker’s upper lip before a slight pull and letting go. This action left the tall brunette completely weak in the legs.

“There really is a hatch?” asked Root as Shaw interlaced their fingers together, and they started off walking deeper into the trees.

“I’ll show you.”

They ran deep into the trees until not much sunlight was getting through, and the foliage was getting thicker. Shaw stopped abruptly in her tracks and got down on almost all fours running her hands over the ground. Then she found it, the opening as Root looked on in amazement.

“There really is a hatch,” Root looked pretty confused and surprised, “what is it?”

Just then, Reese appeared from behind one of the trees. He stepped towards Shaw as she twisted the handle of the hatch, popped it open. Shaw then quickly lunged and pushed Reese down the deep hole.

“Sameen!” Root yelled after watching her male teammate fall down a mysterious hole, “Reese!” She grabbed Shaw’s arm, “What’s down there? Is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine, and he’s taken care of a few hours. Let’s go back to our room,” the still sexually charged firecracker planted a searing yet beyond pleasurable kiss on Root’s lips, leaving them tingling like chili pepper powder had been smeared on them. “It’s one of Finch’s secret lairs that he doesn’t think any of us know about; there are provisions down there to last at least 20 people for 50 years or more.”

Root looked on in bewildering amazement, was what Shaw just said true? Or was it jellyfish brain talking? That did sound like Finch.

*****

On the way back to the resort, trekking through the small forest amongst the trees, the two female teammates both stopped very suddenly when they heard muffled voices off in the distance. They both quickly lowered to the grass and scanned the area.

“It’s the scientists,” whispered Shaw to Root’s non-implant ear.

Root hoped maybe the jellyfish brain was wearing off since Shaw seemed to be coherent at the moment. However, it had only been a few hours, even though it felt like days already.

“Let’s find a place to hide, see if we can hear what they are saying,” Root looked around and found a tree log hollowed on the ground but filled with debris; she started scooping out to make a hiding place for the two of them.

Shaw moved over and started helping, “Four hands are better than one,” said Shaw in a pretty obscene bedroom voice while pressing her entire body against Root’s backside and nuzzling her nose along the hacker’s neck.

Okay, so the jellyfish effects had not worn off at all by any means, Root thought. The tall brunette crawled into the hollowed-out tree first, pushing up to the front, which gave a great vantage point on watching the scientists in what seemed like some of an outdoor retreat meeting. Root continued to be surprised by one petite compact primary asset as she crawled up into the hollow tree. Shaw settled on top of the hacker with all her weight instead of sliding in next to her. Root didn’t want to admit how good it felt having Shaw’s body on top of her body; she needed to focus on keeping them safe and finding out why these scientists were doing out here.

Root and Shaw couldn’t move, or the scientists would see them. Root couldn’t believe it, but Shaw was onto something. She didn’t know if Shaw had figured something out about the scientists before she got stung by the jellyfish or if the sting was bringing this information to the forefront; either way, there was something off about these scientists. Root didn’t like they were trapped for the moment; she couldn’t tell how long the scientists were going to be. And she didn’t want to risk them finding her and Shaw because she didn’t know how many people were involved and their skimpy beach attire left them gunless. Plus, it was a good spot to listen to what was going on old school style, not phone jacking. They got lucky finding this hollowed out tree log that was just long enough to conceal them. The hacker didn’t think it was a great idea for Shaw to climb on top of her to squeeze in and then plant herself so firmly, she thought they could have fit side by side better and less inclined to more groping.

They both laid in the hollowed-out tree log watching, breathing quietly and listening.

“Shaw? Let’s try and get as much information as we can. Do not run out and be quiet, okay?” Root whispered and hoped Shaw could hear her.

Root wasn’t entirely sure Shaw was listening to her, she could hear and feel the petite firecracker’s breathing picking up. And then she felt Shaw rhythmically rubbing up against her. Root shook her head; Shaw couldn’t possibly be doing what she thought she was doing?

“Sameen?! You’re not dry humping me, are you?” whispered Root with a stunned look on her face.

“I’ve wanted to hump you since the day we first met. Well…shoot you or you hump you…I think they’re both considered foreplay where you’re concerned,” said Shaw in between labored breaths.

Root was having trouble not turning over and changing this dry humping into wet humping.

Shaw put both her hands on each side of Root’s head and had her full weight on the hacker.

“Sameen, this time. I might kill you, which is pretty unfair since you’ll kill me for this even though I’m not doing anything, literally nothing,” said an exasperated Root.

“If you’re going to talk…tell me where you wish your hands were…and your mouth…on me,” Shaw leaned down, nuzzled between Root’s hair and sucked the back of her neck.

“Sameen, seriously??!” Root whispered out as quietly and demanding as possible.

Root peered out through a big hole in the tree, they were still surrounded, and the scientists were still searching and milling around. Shaw was breathing hard on the back of her neck in between sucking, her bare legs rubbing up against her bare legs. The worse part, of course, was Shaw seductively pushing herself for release against her ass. Her ass was having all the fun. Although Root admitted, her whole body was pulsating and throbbing in the most delicious yet tortuous ways. If she were a guy, she was pretty sure she would have already sprayed down the tree trump in a rather crude way. Her clothes were all drenched again from Shaw’s excessive jellyfish sweating, and she knew from the past few hours of Shaw’s intense attentions her bottoms would have to be thrown away.

Shaw’s movements started getting more frantic, and much to Root’s surprise, her feisty crush was getting quite vocal, which was going to put them into actual danger.

“Sameen, I can’t believe I’m saying this…keep your moaning down.”

“Root, oh gawd…Root….yes…keep talking…you can even talk nerd,” said Shaw in-between labored breaths.

“Sameen…this is worst than getting shot in the shoulder, you know,” said Root while she laid her head down on the tree.

Shaw let out a moan that was getting way too loud. Root knew she had to do something. So pushed off the bottom of the hollowed-out tree as hard as she could, she slapped her hands onto Shaw’s ass and held tight, she used her feet and every ounce of strength she could to flip her position, Shaw was still on top of her, but now she was on her back.

“Ohhhh, yeah…this is sooooo much better,” Shaw barely missed a beat as she positioned herself on Root’s thigh and began frantically moving toward her goal again.

The horny firecracker started up her rather loud moaning again, so Root had no choice put to cover her mouth with her mouth in hopes of diminishing the sounds so they wouldn’t be detected. Root almost felt guilty for sliding her tongue in Shaw’s mouth; however, she didn’t really have a choice as her crush was already deeply tongue stroking her mouth. The muffled moans started getting louder as Shaw got closer and closer, so Root kissed her deeper. Root then had to hold down her own outburst as pleasurable pain ransacked her body. They both were still, both trying to calm their breathing; there were so much heat and sweat between them.

“Let the record show; I didn’t touch you,” Root already making her defense case.

“You just had your tongue in my mouth,” Shaw trailed kisses up and down Root’s neck, getting close to her mouth again.

“That doesn’t count, that was an audio precaution for our safety,” Root looked out the hole and noticed some time in between Shaw’s antics the scientist dispersed and the surrounding area was clear. So the hacker motioned for the two of them to exit the hollowed-out tree log.

Root had trouble standing on her wobbly legs.

“I’m pretty sure I have the equivalent of blue balls,” said Root while looking down at the wet patches along with her shorts and leg.

“Blue bean. I can take care of that,” Shaw dropped down on her knees and positioned herself in front of Root with her hands on the tall brunette’s waist.

“Shaw, no. We got to get going back. We need to talk to Harry and tell him what we saw,” Root said, although seeing one petite primary asset kneeled before her was quite the sight to behold.

“You’re right. Let’s back to the room. Where we can destroy each other for a few days,” said Shaw standing up and then giving a firm squeeze to Root’s ass.

Root had to admit, she might miss this jellyfish infused Shaw, she was one hell of a roller coaster ride; of course, so is the original Shaw.