Jellyfish Hangover
When Root and Shaw finally made it back to the resort property, the still sexually charged firecracker had a severe look on determination on her face to get Root somewhere private. The tall hacker could tell the jellyfish sting was taking its physical toll now on the petite primary asset; she had become dehydrated from all the sweating and becoming even more belligerent. Root was getting worried; she wanted to get Shaw back to the room to rest and not for the sex showdown that the jellyfish brain firecracker was pushing. Shaw pulled the tall hacker fiercely through the lobby, and she let profanities fly at warp speed when Joan spotted them, the doctor's assistant started running to stop them.
"Sam! Sam!" Joan rushed over to two women racing through the lobby.
Shaw kept barreling through the lobby with no intention of stopping for the doctor's assistant.
"Sam? Could you stop for a minute? Sammy, please a word." Joan called out for the two women to stop in the lobby. "The four of you have missed two activities today."
Joan sprinted in front of the pair and stopped, which caused Root to slam into Shaw. Shaw pulled Root to her waist roughly and held on tight. Joan took in the appearance of the two women; both had extremely disheveled clothing and hair. And both women were completely soaked in sweat. Root had hickeys and bite marks up down her neck and chest. Shaw still had a slight one on her neck from the day before, and her shirt was wide open. Both women were also breathing heavily. They both looked like teenagers caught in the back of a fogged-up car. Root discreetly tried to untangle herself from Shaw since they were still undercover, but the jellyfish sexed-up asset wasn't having it. Shaw held onto Root with both hands roaming all over on the taller woman's body.
Joan looked at them suspiciously and asked, "Where are your husbands?" with a false look of concern on her face as she reached out and touched Root's shoulder.
Shaw immediately and brusquely shoved Joan's hand off Root. It just so happened to be over the scar that Shaw had given Root, which made the hacker smile unknowingly.
"Golfing," Root said quickly, once again very discreetly pushing her hand down in between Shaw's to pry their bodies apart, even just a centimeter of distance. And still, Shaw wasn't having it, running her hand down Root's backside to land on her ass and grip it possessively, which Root hoped was out of sight of the obnoxious woman Joan. There was the part of her brain that didn't care if the doctor's assistant saw what the hand was doing.
"I thought Sammy was on bed rest because of the severe jellyfish sting?" asked Joan very suspiciously, her eyes roaming over Root's body.
One petite fired up firecracker shot her death stares and managed to slip her hand down the backside and inside of the hacker's shorts, which elicited a quiet moan from the tall hacker that she tried to pass off as a cough.
"She is. The sting has made her really loopy. She keeps hallucinating and mixing people up, right now she actually think's I'm Lionel…" to Root's shock, honest amusement and complete unbridled arousal, Shaw leaned over and nuzzled her neck, "…so I'm …uh…" it was extraordinary difficult for the tall hacker to form any thoughts or sentences, "… I'm trying to...get her back to her room...so she can get some more morphine and rest."
The tall hacker hoped this line worked, or maybe they would just be seen as cheating spouses. Hopefully their covers weren't blown. If their covers were blown, she did smile to herself, thinking how Shaw was going to digest that their mission was revealed because she couldn't keep her hands and mouth off one analog interface. Root was pretty sure Shaw would never believe her without documented video footage as proof.
Joan gave a very skeptical look at this explanation by Root. The doctor's assistant then leaned and whispered into the tall brunette's ear, and ironically it was Root's implant, so she didn't hear much of anything, "You could have done so much better, like me."
However, one petite firecracker heard it and, without missing a beat, took her hands off Root and decked Joan right in the face. Joan wobbled over and fell down, unceremoniously on her bottom with a loud thud and shocked gasp.
"If you didn't, I was going to," Root looked down at Joan and stepped over her body, "C'mon sexed-up sweetie, let's get you cooled off." The tall hacker gave a much-appreciated smile to her favorite primary asset and pulled the shorter woman near her.
"If she touches you again, I'm shooting her," Shaw leaned up and grabbed Root's upper lip in her mouth and sucked on it.
Root's hands unconsciously went up and cupped Shaw's face. Then she had to scold herself and bring them down. "Shaw, c'mon. Let's go to the room," the tall hacker tugged the jellyfish brained woman along the hallway.
As soon as they turned the corner and got in front of the room, Shaw put arms around Root's waist while the hacker opened the door. Since Shaw was leaning most of her weight on Root when the door flew open, they stumbled in. Then the sex-craved delirious primary asset swung the tall brunette around and started hungrily kissing her while slamming her against the nearest wall. Root tried her best to get away, once again it was the most pleasurable torture on earth, but Shaw did need some rest and probably a massive cold shower pronto.
"Oh, Ms. Groves, Ms. Shaw, there you two are…Oh my," said a shocked Finch while catching his two female co-workers make out aggressively against the wall.
"Jesus Christ!" Shaw slammed her fist into the wall as she pulled back from Root's lips very angrily and begrudgingly.
"Well, close he did create a god of sorts," smirked Root while she stroked Shaw's face in a calming way.
"Are you both all right? I just heard from Mr. Fusco, and he was worried about Ms. Shaw." Finch looked alarmed. "And he can't find Mr. Reese."
"And he's not going to find him," said Shaw tossing off her open button-down shirt to the floor, wearing just her bikini top and glaring at Harold.
Harold looked very uncomfortable, even though technically it was a bathing suit top; he averted his eyes from primary asset Shaw.
"Ms. Groves, I guess I don't need to ask if Ms. Shaw is still under the jellyfish influence," Shaw moved to the side of Root and wrapped her arms around her waist, one hand slipping under the hacker's shirt while the other held on tight. Harold's eyebrows shot up, "I can only imagine Ms. Shaw is going to be quite upset when she returns to her sound mind." Harold made a slightly shocked and tiny disgusted face while watching the shorter woman grope the taller woman, "…Perhaps, we shouldn't replay all the details for her."
Root looked disappointed, "Harry, we've got years of harassment and blackmail material on Shaw now, don't be a party pooper," Harold looked back at her with a disapproving look. The tall hacker sighed loudly, "Shaw pushed John down a hatch, and she said it was yours?" Root looked very intrigued at Harold while still managing Shaw's roaming hands.
"Oh my," Harold said with wild eyes.
"Is that true? Harry?" asked Root, momentarily catching one of Shaw's hands and clasping it with both of her hands.
"Yes, yes, it is. If that's the case, uh something has been…never mind. I was able to figure something out. I believe that might be of interest…" Harold was about to continue.
"You people are not getting what's right in front of your faces. The world is about to end as you know it," Shaw mumbled half of this as her face was buried in Root's back, and her hands continued to wander lasciviously over the hacker's stomach, inching higher, "Root and I need to be alone now Finch."
"Shaw, wait. What exactly are you saying?" asked Root, although all she wanted was a cold shower herself. She was getting a little uncomfortable with Shaw all over her in front of Harry; she couldn't control her body's reactions to the biggest turn-on of her life.
"Root, I am in pain now…" Shaw then placed her hand on Root's ass and pulled her forcibly into her body hard, keeping her hand on the hacker's ass and roughly massaging it, "…we're going to destroy each other before the world is destroyed."
Harold looked even more aghast and embarrassed this time; he looked like he wanted to flee the room immediately.
"Uh…what are you thinking, Harry?" Root asked Harold, although Shaw bit down hard on her shoulder to get her attention. "Okay, fine…sexual destroying will commence soon." Root didn't want this to be a lie, but she hoped this might get the petite fired up firecracker to keep talking, "Shaw, what are the scientists doing?"
"Did no one see the movie 'Gravity'?" Harold and Root looked over to their petite co-worker, somewhat confused. "Yeah, Sandra Bullock crashed back down to earth looking lean and toned in underwear, but they don't show you the aftermath. The technology mass chaos it caused." Shaw went back to sucking on Root's neck.
Harold and Root looked at each other, both heads racing with thoughts.
"Thinking along those same lines, that was my thought sans the Sandra Bullock film reference." Finch straightened his glasses on his nose. "Ms. Shaw might be onto something in her impending doom state."
Finch thought for a moment to collect his thoughts and avert his eyes from seeing Shaw grope Root. There so much PDA; it was uncomfortable.
He then proceeded, "Back in the 1850s there was a cable that ran from the US to Europe for the telegraph. Of course today, those cables have been replaced with fiber optic cables. Even with the advancement of satellite technology, a huge majority of international data is still made by these undersea cables. Newer ones are being constructed all the time. The object you found scuba diving, the tiki necklace object, might be a location device for the cables, a beacon of sorts. What if Samaritan cut those cables? Our world would change drastically instantly. And if satellites were comprised…"
"Samaritan could easily take control…" Root wondered out loud with a worried expression on her face.
"Samaritan could launch the world into a minor technology dark ages. It would cripple large amounts of data, people, and regions." Finch paused for dramatic effect. "If they could somehow have only their cable or satellite remain operable, the whole world would fall to their feet. If they found all the fiber optic cables and destroyed them or took them over, the world would be isolated from each other."
Harold finished his theorizing and looked to the two women. One woman was completely oblivious in only a bikini now (shorts discarded off to the side) and still getting even more amorous somehow while the other woman looked torn between processing thoughts and ripping off her clothes.
"So Ms. Shaw is right, those scientists aren't here to save the world, they are here to destroy it, to some degree possibly," said Harold dimly.
"Score one for the jellyfish brain," Root smiled while leaning her head back into Shaw, who used this access to her advantage.
"Go. Now Mr. Glasses." Shaw pushed Finch towards the exit.
"Ms. Shaw has spent too much time with Mr. Fusco," Harold adjusted his glasses and moved towards the door.
"Sorry, Harry. Duty calls," Root gave Harold her trademark non-wink.
"Ms. Groves, need I remind you that Ms. Shaw is not in her sound of mind," Harold moved closer to the door.
"Yes, Harry. Sadly, I'm strongly aware," Root tilted her head to Harold, "Trust me."
As soon as the door closed, Shaw stripped off the bikini; Root stood frozen, seeing the completely nude form of her favorite primary asset. A completely naked Shaw then sauntered over and started undressing Root. The tall hacker was in a tizzy, she placed her hand on Shaw's forehead, and the sexed-up firecracker was burning hot. And she tried extremely hard not to ogle the naked Shaw in front of her that desperately wanted to have sex with her, sadly that was not her Shaw.
"Shaw, we need to get you into a cold shower," Root pleaded, somewhere in there hopefully the real Shaw was coming up for air.
"Only if you're in there with me…completely…au natural," Shaw gently tugged the strings and pulled Root's top off and started placing kisses along her chest, getting lower and lower to her breasts.
It took all of Root's will power to bring her hands up and push against Shaw and her aggressive chest kisses with all her strength. She then bent down quickly, and with all her might swooped the petite kissy firecracker up and put her over her shoulder, she wobbled for a moment then regained her footing. Good thing shooting two guns helps with core strength. Thankfully, she didn't get any fighting back from Shaw. Instead, the horned up asset used this advantage to tease and slip her hand under Root's shorts. When Root got them to the bathroom, she lowered Shaw down her body slowly, every inch of naked skin sliding over each other caused shudders for both of them she could feel. Shaw started kissing any inch of Root again while the tall hacker guided her in the shower.
Before Root could turn away, the shorter woman hooked her fingers in her shorts and pulled the tall brunette into yet another weak in the knees kiss. This kiss was a little different than the other kisses; it was slower, much more tender, actually frolicsome; a complete surprise from the heated, demanding kisses from earlier. Besides her best effort to remain in caregiver mode, Root couldn't help but get wonderfully lost in the languid, exploratory kiss Shaw was orchestrating. Then suddenly Shaw pulled back and had a very strange look on her face.
"Sameen, are you okay?"
Before Shaw could answer Root, she leaned over and threw up in the shower. The tall brunette reached out and pulled back the shorter woman's long hair and put her hand on her bareback.
Root then stepped into the shower, still partially clothed, grabbed onto Shaw by the waist, and tried her best to clean up the temporary sick badass primary asset. It was kind of gross Root thought, however she kind of never felt closer to Shaw, and she was pretty sure this would never be spoken of again, which brought a sad smile to her face. Her lethal primary asset would not want to know what was going in this shower right now.
*****
The smell was what woke up Shaw first, not the fact that almost all her limbs felt like they were trapped and shackled. The oppressive, offensive odors assaulting her senses outweighed the limb trappings. She realized her head was partially lying on the mattress and something else. Her head was pounding. Everything felt foggy. She lifted her head up slowly and realized it was Root's arm she was sleeping on. Just great, she thought, well she assumed it was the tall hacker's appendage. It had to be Root's arm as the familiar chestnut brown wavy hair was also partially in her face and the familiar pang in her stomach whenever the other woman was near her. Her stomach and hormones sometimes were the greatest traitors to her brain and body. Why in the hell was she handcuffed to the bed? And shackled to Root? What she could tell by looking down was that Root's other arm was wrapped around her waist tightly. She had no idea why she was shackled to Root, and it was starting to piss her off.
Shaw tried to remember, but everything was coming up completely blank. She remembered getting stung by the jellyfish and Root urinating on her, had she requested that action? A feeling of unbridled anger started washing over her because anger was her constant. She had no idea why she would have agreed to be tied to Root, and she desperately wanted to know. She couldn't fathom on why she would ever agree to be locked into this far too intimate forced spoon situation with someone. However, there had to be a reason. Unless, of course, Root drugged her yet again. Although her gut was hurting from lack of food, it was also telling her that wasn't what happened.
"Root?" Shaw's voice sounded weak. It was also the driest, felt like there was a desert sand storm in her mouth.
"Sameen?" Root's voice sounded pretty weak too; the taller woman sounded either hung-over or sleep-deprived, probably both. "How are you feeling?" The big spoon moved her head, brushed her nose against the little spoon's neck. Shaw did not want to admit even in her own hung-over state; she felt a small shiver from this action.
"Pissed off…thirsty…sticky. Very sticky." Shaw tried to lift her hands, but there was very little room to move being handcuffed to the bedpost. And her other hand attached to a long chain attached to her leg, which was holding onto Root's bare thigh much to her grimace. The fact that it was latched onto the hacker's thigh in between both of her legs was also irritating, yet also begrudgingly comforting or arousing, could go both ways. Shaw's head and stomach were aching so much she couldn't tell up from down.
Everything was moist and grungy; Shaw had sweated nonstop for hours as the doctor predicted, and vomited too. Root had helped her change clothes twice, and the sheets then gave up. Now the two of them were practically melded together with soaked, awfully fragrant clothes that might need to be burned.
"You can let go now," Shaw turned her head slightly to try and look at Root, "You smell terrible."
"Well, you did throw up on me," Root said with a sweet, genuine smile that could be heard through her voice. The big spoon began to peel herself off the little spoon's back; even she made a slightly disgusted look on her face at their state and smell. "I think this room might need to be fumigated."
Root leaned up and unshackled both of Shaw's hands. Shaw immediately withdrew her arm from in between Root's legs, without making eye contact. She then moved to get some distance between them on the bed. However, she moved a tad too quickly, and her head screamed out in pain. Shaw cupped her head in her hands.
"What the hell happened?" asked Shaw, she knew from her gut she was not going to like to hear what transpired over the last twelve hours. She had a feeling it was going to be even more messy, smelly, and ugly as the two of them right now.
"I'm not even the one that got stung, and I feel like a truck hit me. You are one hard gal to keep up with…hard really being a keyword," Root said while stretching out her limbs, she was sore from being tied up as well.
Shaw didn't want to admit that the tall hacker, while despite smelling disgusting, actually looked pretty attractive sweat-soaked, sleep-deprived with hair matted in several directions.
The way Root said the word 'hard' made Shaw think there was a lot to the last twelve hours that she didn't want to know anything about. Shaw only made fleeting eye contact with Root. It was pretty embarrassing to think she threw up on Root; she shuddered to think of any other disgusting things she might have done in her jellyfish doomed heat state. And the hacker was still here, holding onto her to make sure she didn't harm herself. It was somewhat suffocating, yet also something else she didn't want to label, still freaky suffocating, and she thought it was kind of nice too; so many conflicting ideas her head felt like a tennis match. Both her head and stomach felt like they were spinning or turning over and over, like thinking of Root being nice for being here and then pissed she was still here. For the one person, she never wanted to be seen weak in front of, she made a bang-up job of destroying that image entirely in the last twelve hours she feared.
"You overcome your shyness about sharing the bathroom…" Root smirked and was going to continue, but Shaw gave her such a severe look she changed directions. "Do you remember anything from the past 12 hours?"
Shaw shook her head slowly because any fast movement was too painful. Damnit, Shaw thought, her mind was completely blank. She had no idea what transpired since she was on the beach being carried off by Reese and about half of what was said in the doctor's office.
Shaw looked down and noticed she was wearing Root's hideous Grumpy Cat pajama bottoms. "Root, why in the hell am I wearing your hideous pajama bottoms?" Especially since the tall hacker wasn't wearing any pajama pants, and Shaw found it was hard not to stare at those impossibly long swoon-worthy legs.
"You soaked through three pairs, after this one, you were going to have to go nude…"
"Don't finish, my head is about to detonate," Shaw somewhat begged to Root.
"My head doesn't feel great either, I think we're both dehydrated," Root couldn't help it, she had to add, "we both released a lot of fluids in the last twelve hours."
Shaw felt anger and arousal flare up with the last comment, she couldn't look at Root, "Was there a good reason you handcuffed me to the bed?"
"You asked me to," Root could tell Shaw was having a time processing all this info "…I think because you didn't want to hurt anybody…like Joan." Root smiled big at Shaw. "The doctor said he was very impressed with your stamina during the whole sting, never seen anything like it."
"How comforting," Shaw deadpanned.
"And you didn't have a heart attack during the episode, so that was a plus," Root stood up off the bed.
Shaw slowly glanced around the room. "Why is all my stuff in your room?"
"That wasn't me, Fusco did that. He said since you hadn't spent the past two nights with him, that's a trial separation. Plus, I had to keep changing your clothes in hopes of your fever breaking."
Shaw's eyes started to wake up and focus fully, she noticed the tall hacker's neck was littered with hickeys and bite-marks; also, lower along her chest too, she inwardly groaned and also felt a heat burn in her stomach. She motioned to Root's neck with her hand uneasy and almost shy like.
"You probably don't want to know about that yet," Root said with a trademark smirk laced with a sympathetic head tilt.
"I don't think I've ever needed a shower as much as I do right now," Shaw got up slowly from the bed.
"You and me both," Root followed Shaw into the bathroom.
Shaw turned around and scowled, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Guess I got used to going to the bathroom with you," smiled Root.
Shaw rolled her eyes, then pushed Root out of the bathroom and slammed the door, which made both women wince and grab their heads in pain on opposite sides of the door.
Again, Shaw decided right then she did not want to know all the details over the past twelve hours. She started peeling the disgusting clothes off her and was surprised the one piece of clothing that was the most drenched, of course, was her underwear, damn Root, she thought. In fact, despite the pounding headache, the extreme hunger pains, and sore muscles, her whole body had an inflamed reverberate thing going on, like a wave of heat that she didn't want to think about. A sexual hum that was hard to ignore, so maybe getting some details on what happened in the last twelve hours wasn't such a bad idea, even though Shaw didn't want to know the gory details. She knew one thing for sure; she needed a steak pronto.
When she came out of the bathroom, the bedroom door was open, and Root was hanging out at the bar with Fusco, thankfully this time the long-legged hacker had put shorts on.
"Hey! It's Eddie Money's best cover band," Fusco pointed to Shaw with thumbs up as she exited the bedroom, "Shaw, I had no idea you had such a great voice, you too Cocoa Puffs," he grinned pretty big, holding down a hard laugh.
Shaw looked horrified; her eyes darted back and forth between the detective and the tall hacker.
"She doesn't remember? Is jellyfish brain sting like blacking out or something?" Fusco looked disappointed he didn't get to relive the past twelve hours of Jellyfish Brain Shaw with her.
"I'm not sure, Lionel. She doesn't remember, so let's ease her into the last twelve hours," Root said while lightly squeezing Shaw's arm and moving around to the kitchen.
"Or not at all," Shaw huffed. The petite sociopath kind of wanted to yank her arm away from Root, however, she also kind of wanted more because of the leftover sexual hum that was coursing through her body, she wanted to keep down the casual touching from Root. Okay, she admitted the sexual hum had been there way before the jellyfish sting, damnit.
"Well, let's just say you didn't take it easy on us. I've got bruises, and poor Reese might not be able to have kids," Fusco chuckled a little at that thought.
"Has he come back yet?" asked a concerned Root.
"Haven't seen the dark knight," Fusco sipped his coffee. "He's not in the other room?"
"We might need to go rescue him from the hatch if Harold hasn't already," said Root while rummaging around looking for something to eat and drink.
"What hatch?" asked a confused Fusco.
"There's a hatch," Shaw blurted out.
"You remember the hatch?" asked a now confused Root to Shaw.
"Again, do none of you people do research or recon for your missions?" Shaw pinched the bridge of her nose in her trademark frustration pose. "My head is killing me; this is worse than a hangover."
"What's that horrible smell?" asked a grossed out Fusco.
"It's her," said Shaw gruffly to Root.
"Smelly Puffs, please spare us," Fusco scrunched up his nose towards Root, who shrugged then shuffled off to the bathroom.
As soon as Shaw heard the water running in the shower, she looked over at Fusco. "Okay, Lionel. What was the most embarrassing thing I did over the last twelve hours that you saw?" asked a cautious Shaw.
"You got pen and paper, or that notepad open on your phone?" a bemused Fusco retorted back to her.
Shaw gave her best, 'I'm going to murder you a thousand times' stare at Fusco.
"Maybe Smelly Puffs is right, maybe some things are better left unknown," Fusco said somewhat kindly to Shaw.
"Did I steal Harold's glasses or something? Knockdown a little old lady?"
"Hey, it wasn't that bad. The only one you really harassed was your girlfriend, so…"
"She's NOT my girlfriend," Shaw gritted through her teeth so hard it sounded like they would turn to dust.
"Really? Because you were all over her for twelve hours. I haven't seen that much tongue action and groping outside of a Skinamax movie," again, Fusco was way too amused for Shaw's sake.
"Need I remind you, it's one of the most painful stings on the planet, and it should have been YOU," Shaw wanted nothing more for her fake husband actually to get the jellyfish sting now.
"Well, I'm sure Cocoa Puffs was much happier having you try to get into her pants than me," joked Fusco to a very non-amused angry petite primary asset.
"Lionel…"
"I'm joking. You think I would turn to her…no way. She's nuts."
Shaw grabbed the back of Fusco's head with her hand just about to slam his head onto the counter.
"Shaw! What's going on?" yelled Root coming out from the bedroom, wrapped in a towel with wet hair.
The enraged petite asset looked up at the tall hacker and felt the anger mostly melt away, especially seeing Root in a towel. Okay, brain, she thought, the jellyfish reverb after-effects need to stop pronto.
"I was enlightening her on the last twelve hours," said Fusco shaking his head and out of Shaw's hard grasp.
"Lionel, I told you that wasn't a good idea. Shaw…didn't mean to interrupt, proceed," said Root nonchalantly as she walked back into the bedroom to get dressed.
*****
After grabbing a quick breakfast on the go, because despite the angry petite primary asset saying she was fine, she looked like she was nursing a massive hangover. Ditto, on the tall hacker, Fusco thought, so he forced his teammates to stop and fuel up. The three teammates headed out to the property to find the hatch and Reese.
As the three teammates walked to the hatch through the forest, Fusco was far behind Root and Shaw and out of earshot.
Shaw matched her pace with Root and lowered her voice, "Okay, just tell me the most embarrassing thing I did in the last twelve hours, just get it over with," accompanied with an exasperated, kind of pleading look in her eyes.
"Shaw, what does it matter?"
"It matters to me. Root, c'mon…what happened?"
"I don't think any of it was that embarrassing…it was kind of fun…"
"Root..." this was a higher-level warning; there were a few different levels on how Shaw said the tall hacker's name. This tone was getting into the red area.
"I guess it all depends on where you stand on 80s karaoke vs. dry humping," Root motioned her hands like weighing two different imaginary objects.
Shaw's groan was so loud. "Dry humping?" she hoped she didn't say it loud enough for Fusco to hear.
"To complete fruition," Root lowered her voice to a husky timbre and stared intensely at Shaw, "If you know what I mean."
Shaw rolled her eyes; she thought sometimes the hacker could be such a dork, an awkward horny teenage dorky guy, like the Farmer Ted geek from that one 80s movie.
Shaw whispered back, "Please, tell me it was at least in private," she scolded herself mentally; it sounded like her hormones just took over and completely ran wildly rampant.
"It was, well, we were hiding from the scientists, so I couldn't get away from…you," once again, Root leaned and to whispered this, of course, to make it look like she was discreet from Fusco, but Shaw knew it was to invade her space and be close to her.
"Great, so I humped you a like a dog in heat," Shaw shook her head, then she realized that just made her head throb harder and her lower regions.
"You were in heat, sweetie," said Root sympathetically while putting her arm around Shaw's shoulder.
Shaw noticed that the last twelve hours must have had an effect on Root, too, as the hacker seemed to be touching her more.
"The pleasure was all yours, okay, a little mine too…" Root then got serious for a moment, "I was worried about you. However, you probably kicked that jellyfish's ass harder than anyone has ever had it before. In true Shaw fashion, you were a sight to behold."
Root gave Shaw that look that always made the petite asset uncomfortable; it was an all-encompassing look that shut out the world, silenced everything.
Shaw had to tear her eyes away finally, "Not sure about that. I'm pretty sore today," she stretched her arms out and rotated her head.
Root's eyes roamed up and down over Shaw's body as they walked. "And you can take me home any night."
Shaw groaned. She had no idea why such a dork as this woman turned her whole body into one giant goosebump. And maybe when she felt stronger she would ask about the other embarrassing thing, her throbbing head didn't want to know right now.
As they approached the hatch, it was clear that while Shaw knew about the hatch, she didn't know exactly where it was. Or how to get into the hatch, that part of the last twelve hours was gone too. The three teammates searched for a little until they finally stumbled upon the hatch opening buried under some debris. It took all three of them to push the top open; they all three then peered down the long drop downwards.
There was a ladder leading down the long deep tunnel drop. Shaw volunteered to go first.
"Hey, be careful," said Root to Shaw with a concerned tone.
"Well, if we survived the last twelve hours, I'm sure this will be easy, right?" said Shaw as she looked up to Root, who was making those eyes at her that she found extremely uncomfortable at the same time as wanting to kiss her. The petite primary asset started making her way down the ladder.
When she hit the bottom, it was mostly dark except for slivers of light bouncing off the concrete walls. Her senses were alerting her that there was no dangerous threat, mostly because she thought she could smell…pancakes? A small light came on further down the tunnel with a door being opened, illuminating that the tunnel was quite nice, lined with artwork.
Then suddenly, Shaw heard the patter of paws on concrete, and before she knew it, she felt something jump on her, and she was getting licked in the face. She looked down and saw it was Bear, happily greeting her.
"Bear? What are you doing here?" Shaw asked a very confused with a huge smile spread across her face.
"Bear?!" shouted an excited Root from the top of the ladder.
Then loud stomps were heard being plopped down on each step as the hacker excitedly hurried down the ladder.
Root landed, and Bear pounced on her with the same enthusiasm for Shaw. Then a silhouette started foaming from the end of the tunnel. Both women stood up, hands-on Bear to stare intensely at the figure at the end of the tunnel from an opened door.
"Shaw, it's good to see you again. This must be Root," smirked the woman with long wavy, dark blonde highlighted bed hair, scantily clad dressed only in a man's dress shirt.
"Zoe?" asked Shaw, with Root beside her with surprised eyes.