All Hands On Deck

Root and Shaw inched closer to the door opening, Zoe Morgan aka The Fixer strolled a little more to the door and smiled at both of them, her eyes lingering longer on the tall hacker.

“I was wondering when someone might come to look for John,” the tall fixer smirked. “I heard someone kneed him in the groin, batted him with an oar, and then threw him down this hatch,” Zoe pointedly looked at Shaw and tilted her head.

Shaw winced subtly through Zoe’s full description of her jellyfish antics. The more she kept hearing about yesterday, the more she didn’t want to know. She could also feel Root’s eyes on her, even though her head was throbbing with a massive headache and exhaustion felt like a heavy weight covering her entire body there was a strong sexual hum coursing through her body. She wanted Root right now, and then she wanted a nap. However, pancakes would help since the other two weren’t an option at the moment.

“How’s the big lug doing?” asked Root with concern in her voice. She had heard so much about Zoe Morgan, however, never had the chance to meet the legendary fixer yet in the flesh.

“He’s fine, nothing like a little TLC,” once again, both women couldn’t help notice that Zoe was pantless, with the long men’s shirt barely covering her lower regions and her designer underwear. “He’s in the shower right now, want some pancakes?”

Shaw moved forward, her whole body brushing up against the tall hacker, which caused Root to hide a smirk. Shaw walked past Zoe further into the hatch with Bear following behind her.

Root moved closer to Zoe, “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet the legendary Zoe Morgan, fixer extraordinaire and one special friend to John,” Root’s tone took on a seductive octave when referencing the last part.

Zoe smirked at Root, “You’re even prettier in person. The last time I saw you was through a window, spying with John,” the fixer crossed her arms against her chest. “And apparently, you’re damn good at a taser I hear, I’ll have to get some tips.” Zoe winked at the tall hacker, “I can see why Shaw likes you.” Root was sure she could feel Shaw rolling her eyes further in the hatch, while she couldn’t conceal a blush creeping up on her face.

Shaw had no idea her face sparked up with the mention of the heavenly carbs; it was the only thing not making her head pound and ache in pain. Zoe walked back through the doorway towards the light and delicious smells of fluffy batter cakes cooking.

Root hung back for a second and looked up, “Hey, Lionel! Want some pancakes?” she shouted even though the high volume of her voice made her grab her head in pain. She could barely make out the detective’s face at the top of the ladder above ground.

“Why am I not surprised there’s a brunch going on with you people in an underground bunker in the middle of a jungle,” Fusco’s trademark sarcasm was beaming intensely down the tunnel as he lowered himself down the ladder.

“So, do you want blueberry or plain?” Root yelled back, again holding her head.

Lionel made a scowling face, shook his head while descending on the ladder and into the madness of his teammates.

Once they stepped into the open space from the tunnel hallway, they were quite surprised to find themselves in a very upscale what could only be described as a condo. There was tasteful artwork on the walls, a dog bed for Bear in the corner, and fully decked out library shelves with one of those cool ladders on one long wall. Just about every other luxurious amenity a person could think of from big-screen televisions, a sound system to the state of the art open kitchen area where Zoe was tossing flapjacks on the stove.

Reese walked out of one of the hallways drying his head with a towel, dressed in casual trendy resort clothes. He looked up and saw almost the whole gang; he raised his eyebrows and turned to Zoe.

“John, your rescue mission has arrived,” Zoe smiled to John as he walked over and took the spatula from the tall fixer’s hand. She got a hint and moved toward one of the hallways, “Excuse me while I get into something less comfortable.”

Root roamed around the hatch, checking out rooms, the bookshelves, and everything else. Bear and Fusco trailed behind her. She was happy to see there was an exercise room, a computer room, several guest bedrooms, fully stocked food and weapons storage, and full surveillance room for the entire island; Harry sure knew how to build a secret underground lair. All that was missing was a vine hanging from the jungle to pull a secret cave wall moving to reveal another hidden entrance with a keypad. And maybe a submarine that turned into a car or motorcycle that could race on land.

Shaw watched her mayhem twin in the kitchen to make sure he didn’t burn the pancakes, “Reese, what is Zoe doing here? How did Bear get here?”

Root, Fusco, and Bear joined them again in the kitchen after their brief hatch tour. The tall hacker walked past Shaw and couldn’t help place her hand on the petite asset’s lower back and let it linger while moving around her to get to the refrigerator. Shaw wanted to grab Root’s wrist, but couldn’t decide if it was to twist it or shove it down her pants; she had a lot conflicting ideas along with her jellyfish hangover migraine in her head. Root opened the refrigerator to look for something to drink.
Fusco sat on a barstool and watched Shaw monitor Reese while he cooked.

Harold’s voice startled everyone, and they looked around to see him walking in through another hallway, maybe there was a secret cave moving wall thing entrance.

“I asked Ms. Morgan to bring Bear,” Finch continued to walk in carrying a briefcase and small box, which he sat on the long table between the kitchen and living room.

“Where in the hell did you come from?” asked a surprised Shaw.

Root came up behind her to stand so close she was practically leaning on the shorter woman. Shaw pushed her ass out to shove Root back. However, this just made the hacker grab onto her waist and pull their lower regions together. The petite asset thought thankfully; no one was paying attention to them since Harold entered the hatch. Shaw shoved away from Root, who followed her and just smirked.

“Harry, this is cryptic even for you,” teased Root, she then walked back to the refrigerator and lightly nudged Fusco to come over, she pulled out the juice and other breakfast related essentials. She motioned for the detective to set the items on the long table.

All eyes stared at the mysterious man in glasses.

“I have not been entirely forthcoming about this trip. And I might have fabricated a large portion to bring you all here…well, not here specifically, I had hoped to keep this safe house a bit more…safe and secret.” Shaw and Reese gave Finch hard stares, “Okay, the whole trip has been a ruse from the beginning. I thought everyone could use a break, so I fabricated the story of the scientists to get everyone away for a vacation.” Harold sheepishly looked over to his friends and teammates to gauge their reactions.

“No one was ever in danger?” asked Reese in a surprised tone while pausing to flip the pancakes.

“Why not just say you wanted to take everyone on vacation?” asked Shaw with a confused look on her face. “I’ve said before we needed a vacay. And again, that you needed some sun.”

“A vacation with a purpose seemed like a better idea,” said a hopeful Harold as he sat down at the long table.

“Oh, thank god we can stop all the silly, nonsensical therapy sessions,” relief set into Shaw’s voice while Root just shrugged, coming over and setting the table for brunch.

“The therapy sessions seemed like a good way to bond as a team,” said Harold thoughtfully.

“Except, you excused yourself from them, not fair Harold. Not cool,” Shaw pointed the finger at Harold.

“So not an all hands on deck situation at all?” It was hard to tell if Reese was disappointed or relieved.

Finch opened up his briefcase and pulled out some papers.

“Ms. Shaw discovered a real threat. There is a threat here now,” Harold put some papers and a tablet on the table, “It’s completely unexpected, but it might appear someone is here to destroy these underwater sea cables and kill anyone that gets in their way.”

“I knew this would turn into a mission, never dull a moment with you guys,” Zoe had remerged now wearing a lovely elegant sundress; she walked over and stood next to John. “No bacon for Shaw?”

Shaw glared over to Reese. Root walked by and set a package of bacon to cook in front of the tall primary asset just as he smirked.

As the team ate, they discussed theories over the underwater sea cables and Samaritan’s possible and likely involvement. The food seemed to help with Shaw and Root’s jellyfish hangover, although after-effects still lingered. While Harold, Reese, and Zoe looked over some maps of the island and Fusco took Bear out for a walk, Shaw took her chance to investigate the hatch.

Shaw wandered over to the bookshelves where there was a large selection of vinyl records.

“It’s quite the collection Harry has here. Look two of your favs, Marvin Gaye and Nina Simone,” Root came up behind Shaw then moved slightly to her side to face the petite asset while she continued to peruse the shelves.

“How did you know…” Shaw looked over to Root with a stern look on her face.

“You might have mentioned it to me yesterday…” Root couldn’t help a broad smile across her face, “…or sang to me.” The tall hacker moved in close to the petite firecracker; she kept her hands in her short pockets even though she wanted to reach out and run her hands over Shaw’s back and lower. Root looked over and saw the boys and Zoe were still busy going over the maps, she took her hands out of her pockets and put one hand Shaw’s waist once again and one on the bookshelf.

“Getting awfully handsy today,” Shaw stilled for a moment but didn’t move away. Since they were both wearing shorts, standing this close with the legs bumping each other, the skin on skin contact was wreaking havoc on both of their libidos.

“Guess I miss all the contact from yesterday, besides no one can beat you in the handsy department…” Root made a gesture to her neck and chest with all the hickeys and faint bruising from Shaw’s sex-crazed jellyfish infused state. The hacker noticed that Shaw wasn’t moving away or taking her hand off her waist.

“Uh, what Marvin Gaye song did I sing?” Shaw hoped in every bone of her body that wasn’t the one she feared it would be. She pretty much knew the cringe-worthy answer before Root uttered the embarrassing song title.

“Sexual Healing,” Root slipped one finger in the waistband of Shaw’s shorts and rubbed her finger back and forth, “it does help relieve the mind…and make you feel fine…” The hacker zoned in on the petite firecracker’s incredibly kissable lips and almost reached her destination if Shaw hadn’t blinked and took one tiny step back, breaking the sexual haze between the two of them. And thankfully, while the boys and Zoe were still engrossed in the maps, they were pouring over.

Shaw took a deep breath. She needed some of that remedy that Marvin Gaye sang about and knew the hacker had been too for a long time. Lucky bitch Reese got his last night. She was losing her mind now, not only her body around Root. Shaw didn’t know which throbbing area was worse, the one in her head or the one in her lower regions. She guessed probably the one in her lower regions.

Root was very surprised that Shaw remained so close to her at the bookshelves, maybe the jellyfish side effects were still lingering around. She had to admit to herself and Shaw; she was missing all the physical contact from yesterday. And she still had a killer headache from it. Maybe they could just make a plan today then take the rest of the day off at the beach. Harold had admitted this was a vacation after all.

“Harry, what’s the plan of action?” asked Root, really hoping for the rest of the day off. She had been so consumed with Shaw’s jellyfish sex-crazed antics that she didn’t notice the Machine hadn’t been talking to her much in the last few days. Maybe the Machine was in on Harry’s vacation idea; she had to ask her later.

“Well, so far, the Roth couple seems most likely our perpetrator so…” Harold couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Don’t say it, Harold,” Shaw warned the man in glasses.

“…there is another group session in 20 minutes,” Harold finished despite death stares from Shaw and Reese.

“Harold, no. You just said we are on vacation. Couples therapy with Fusco is more work than actual work,” Shaw shook her head and then winced, forgetting it hurt to move her head.

“Hey, at least I didn’t try and bash your skull in with an oar,” said the defensive detective.

Root went and stood on one side of John while Zoe was on the other side. “Don’t worry, Zoe; I think John and I will be getting divorced soon.” The hacker looked over to her favorite primary asset, who just shrugged and looked away.

Finch glanced at all her teammates and thought maybe group therapy sessions weren’t the team bonding experiences, he thought.

As the group walked back to the resort, Shaw caught Reese slightly alone with Zoe chatting away with Root up ahead and Finch and Fusco talking about Bear and his love for the beach.

“So I heard I owe you an apology, for…uh…kicking you around,” Shaw said a little sheepishly towards Reese.

“You did get in some good jabs. You were pretty determined. And you had told me to make sure nothing happened while you were under the influence.” Reese looked over at Root, who was talking with Zoe. “Just following your orders, although you did seem pretty focused on Root…” Reese smiled at Shaw knowingly.

“I think the correct term is out of my mind,” Shaw knew where he was looking, she glanced over to Root and immediately felt her temperature go up. The petite firecracker cursed that damn jellyfish, the scenery of this island, the lack of clothing, all the freakin hickeys and bite marks she kept seeing littered around Root’s next and upper torso. Shaw kind of desperately wanted to make all those marks again and remember it this time.

“Or maybe….you secretly want to be an 80s karaoke singer and…” Reese smiled, looking at Shaw.

“Reese, finish that sentence, and I’ll knee you in the groin again…in front of your lady friend,” Shaw smiled back at Reese with a slight evil glint in her eyes.

*****

When the team arrived back at the resort, Root and Shaw had migrated to walking next to each other. They didn’t notice the rest of the group had stopped to wait for Bear to run around before heading indoors.

“Once again, I ask. Where are your husbands?” asked a rather pissed off Joan who glared at Root and Shaw through a black eye. She was standing in the lobby; she looked as if she had been waiting for them.

The Analog Interface and Petite Primary Asset looked around and didn’t know where Reese and Fusco had gone. Shaw once again cursed her jellyfish hangover as she had been just watching Root walk and nothing else. What the hell was wrong with her brain?

Root hadn’t realized the boys weren’t behind them anymore. She had been watching Shaw, who kept looking back at her, so she wasn’t about to let go of that potential eye sex thing.

“Two wayward couples who think they are at swingers retreat instead of saving their marriage retreat,” seethed a bitchy Joan to both Root and Shaw.

Shaw studied the massive black eye that Joan was sporting. She leaned over to Root and whispered, “Did I do that?”

“I’m going to sue both of you for everything you have and everything your poor pathetic husbands have, you cheating bitches,” said the extremely angry assistant.

“I’m guessing that would be a yes,” Shaw whispered back to Root, who nodded.

“And I’ve got all the proof to get a big payday,” Joan said with an evil glint in her eyes.

Joan held up her phone, and a video started playing of three of them in the lobby from yesterday. Shaw moved her face quickly to the phone to see more closely; she literally couldn’t believe her eyes. There she was in the public lobby groping and sucking on Root. The scene looked utterly foreign to her, and yet at the same time, it didn’t which was odd. And there it was, she decked Joan hard and then kissed Root hard. To say she was having a massive internal crisis was an understatement. She ran her hand over her face. There was one thing to be told a verbal collection of what her twelve hours of sex heat crazed jellyfish antics consisted of; it was completely different actually to see it pixelated. To see herself running her hands all over Root’s body, to see the tall hacker repeatedly try and disengage and discreetly push her away. However, when she pulled Root into a kiss, she saw her teammate lose her self-discipline and give in a little. She wanted to do that again and be able to remember it.

Just then, Dr. Tinswell entered the lobby and noticed the tension between the three women. She summoned the three women to her room to have a private talk.

The last thing Shaw’s throbbing head needed was a private talk with the doctor over her failing fake marriage. Or her attraction to another fake married woman. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

Root watched Shaw and smiled. This whole scenario was all too amusing for her. She thought maybe at this point she could just declare she was leaving John and then perhaps continue the couples counseling with Shaw, which the petite firecracker would never agree to, which also amused her.

Dr. Tinswell sat, facing all three women. Joan sat in a chair while Root and Shaw shared a small couch. “I’ve heard some very troubling news in regards to both of your marriage’s workshop progress. Joan has informed me that quite possibly the two of you have not been honest to yourselves, your husbands, and most of all...to your life’s journey,” Dr. Tinswell had a solemn, earnest look on her face while looking back and forth between Root and Shaw.

Shaw was about to lose her shit with this woman. It was bad enough she had to pretend to be Fusco’s wife, and now she’s accused of cheating on him with Root.

“I think Joan is mistaken, I was merely escorting Sammy her to room, and the morphine along with the deadly jellyfish sting made her loopy. Sammy leaned onto me because she lost her balance at one point. From a certain angle, I guess it looked suggestive. However, I think what Joan was sorely mistaken.” Root gave a sympathetic look over to Joan with a weak smile, which Shaw knew meant she wanted to shoot the annoying woman in the kneecap.

“I’ve got proof right here,” Joan walked to Dr. Tinswell and aggressively shoved her phone in her face. The annoying assistant started frantically scrolling through her phone. “Something is wrong…where is the video?? It’s gone?? How could it be gone?” The assistant became obsessed and started swiping her fingers and hand over the phone harshly while cursing at it at the same time. “These lying bitches did something to my phone,” Joan turned and looked stunned to Dr. Tinswell.

While the doctor tried to calm down her assistant, “She remotely wiped the phone,” Root leaned over and whispered to Shaw, “And the hotel surveillance feed where the pesky assistant got the video.” The hacker noticed a shit-eating grin on the primary asset’s face.

Shaw barely had enough nicety left in her to excuse herself to find her sweet husband with Root trailing behind her and Dr. Tinswell apologizing for her overzealous assistant.

*****

Finch and Zoe had followed the two fake married couples to their next group session. Zoe was going to help Finch do some more background research while the fake married couples had their next therapy session. The Fixer was amused, watching three of them have grumpy faces, while one face quirked into a small smile.

“Chin up kids, this could be fun. And I already called dibs on the longest massage John.” Root passed them and entered the room, lined up with massage tables and other necessary amenities for the relaxing therapy session.

Reese didn’t look happy; he looked over at Zoe, who raised her eyebrows. She whispered to Shaw, “Root kind of enjoys these therapy sessions, doesn’t she?”

“Root likes torture period,” Shaw scowled then turned to Fusco. “NOT that I know.”

“Sure thing, babycakes,” Fusco smacked Shaw on the behind and moved into the room, cackling to himself. The petite firecracker was seething at her fake husband.

“I’m going to become a widow soon,” Shaw said to the shocked face of Harold and amused face of Zoe before entering the room, leaving John behind.

“Honey, are you coming?” Root asked as she poked her head out of the room and outstretched her arm for John to take, she then winked at Zoe. Root pulled John into the room; he looked back at Zoe with what can only be described as a ‘help me’ face.

Once the couples got situated on the massage tables, one ready to give and one prepared to receive. Dr. Tinswell had instructed it didn’t matter which gender wanted to go first. Any gender could go first; they weren’t playing the rules wives together then husbands. Shaw decided to take her turn first, so Fusco was looming over her cracking his knuckles.

“Leaving the sports bra on pudding pops?” asked Fusco with amusement in his voice. He then whispered so only his fake wife could hear, “Didn’t figure you for the shy type Shaw, unless, of course, you’re trying not to over excite Coca Puffs over there so we can pay attention and see if this Roth couple is up to anything.”

Shaw didn’t want to think that she had already had one topless massage with Root just two nights ago, seemed like ages ago now. Her brain didn’t let her forget that she did end up bare-chested and agreeing to let Root straddle her and forcibly grope her. She had to stop this line of thinking, or she would be thinking of Root while Fusco massaged her, and that seemed like a gross idea.

Dr. Tinswell walked through the room, expanding on more of her thoughts to the couples, “Massage is such a valuable tool in life. It rejuvenates, it relaxes, and most importantly, it arouses.”

Shaw didn’t want to sneak a glance at Root, but she did before she put her head down on the table, of course, the perky psychopath was already staring at her with those damn eyes. All the couples followed the doctor’s instruction for a thorough and way too long massage where four people were concerned. Shaw almost fell asleep during her massage by Fusco, while Root spent too much time pointing out some sunspots that John might want to get checked out.

Then it was time to switch partners, so Fusco got on the table, and so did Root.

“Lionel, if you have a George Constanza ‘it moved’ moment, do not tell me,” Shaw growled out at her fake husband.

“Believe me. I won’t. I’ll have shrinkage all the way,” the detective lowered his head on the table and prepared to be hammered by his petite, fake wife.

“Glad to hear it,” said Shaw while she smacked Fusco’s ass so hard that he let out a small yelp.

The husband of the older couple, Fred, was on the table now after administering his wife’s massage on the first round. Dr. Tinswell pretty much instructed the second half of spouses the same way as she did in the first round. Betty, the older woman who Root and Shaw had met out by the beach the first day, tried to be working her hardest on her husband’s massage. Betty’s husband became very vocal about it pretty much, causing everyone in the room to get uncomfortable except Dr. Tinswell. The older man started moaning very loud as Betty worked his lower back, then his legs. “Betty, Betty, yes, that’s the spot,” the older man moaned on and on.

Shaw couldn’t help the slightly disgusted look on her face as she massaged her fake husband, she looked over at Reese who mirrored her image. Then she looked at Root who had a peaceful smile on her face as her fake husband gave her massage, Shaw noticed that the hacker did go topless.

“Remember everyone…. rejuvenate, relax, arouse,” the doctor walked and talked through the room again.

“Too much arousal coming from Fred if you ask me,” deadpanned Shaw to Fusco.

Dr. Tinswell congratulated everyone on a successful massage then she left rather suddenly to help Betty and Fred with further instruction. The Roths got dress quickly and left the room with Fusco and Reese hot on their trails. Root had to get dressed, so Shaw stayed behind as well.
Before Root could get off the massage table, Shaw walked over and jammed her elbow into the hacker’s back.

“Guess, I owe the Machine for erasing that file,” after lodging her elbow in hard, Shaw then started moving it around more gently.

Root was taken aback by the sudden hands-on action of her favorite primary asset on her back. “Apparently, The Machine dislikes Joan as much as we do,” she tried to hide her smile as much as she could to the dark-haired petite temporary masseuse.

Shaw put her elbow firmly onto Root’s back and added pressure. “Sometimes a massage can help when you’re not feeling all that great.”

“Good to know,” Root replied, “…does it also help with extreme unresolved sexual release doctor?”

Shaw pressed even more firmly, pushing her elbow further into the hacker’s back. Root let out a combo yelp and moan, pleasure, and pain melting together as it always seemed with her favorite primary asset. Then Shaw moved her hands to massage with firm pressure and more pleasure.

“If you could tell The Machine…uh, thanks for me,” Shaw ran her hands slowly all the way down Root’s back and continued until she got to the towel then slid her hands underneath both the towel and the hacker’s underwear. She tried to control her shudders as her hands continued to slowly slip underneath Root’s black bikini briefs.

Root’s breathing quickly picked up, and a few drawn-out moany sighs escaped from her mouth with a few whispered ‘Shaws’ in between. The petite firecracker squeezed and released the hacker’s firm buttocks a few times as her hands ran circles over the smooth ass. Then her hands slowly made their way back up Root’s torso, moving to the side to reach under the table, leaning down at the same time, so her lips were nearly touching Root’s back. Then Shaw was just about to get on the table to straddle the hacker when an extremely annoying voice broke her sexual haze trance.

“THIS is what I’m talking about! Doctor, look at THIS!” Joan looked at Root and Shaw in shock and shook her head violently as she looked out in the hallway for Dr. Tinswell and went to retrieve her boss.

When Joan returned to the room and entered, pulling Tinswell with her, she immediately yelled. “Look at them!”

“Joan…” Tinswell sounded a bit exasperated by her assistant as she entered the room and saw Root alone looking up from the table at them.

“Where did she go?” Joan demanded with a seething look at Root.

“What are you talking about? I must have fallen asleep after Tinswell’s very informative massage counseling. I think John went to get me some water.” Root looked around, bewildered with her best deer caught in headlights look on her face.

“No, that’s a lie! Sammy was just here! She was giving Sam an erotic massage! Sammy had her hands down Sam’s pants for fuck’s sake!”

Root couldn’t help but smirk because one petite primary asset did indeed have her hands down her underwear, and she wanted to shoot this woman for interrupting the groundbreaking moment.

“Dr. Tinswell, I don’t understand where these unfounded scandalous acquisitions are coming from. It’s a lot of negative energy being directed towards me.”

Joan flared her nostrils.

“Joan, do you have another one of your fixations? Do your mantras. Or this will be last your last retreat,” Dr. Tinswell looked to her assistant with firmness and also with a hint of compassion.

As soon as they left the room, and the coast was clear, one of the cabinets in the room popped open.

“Sameen, are you coming out of the cabinet?” asked a bemused Root.

Shaw glared at Root as she pulled herself out of the small cabinet bringing along with her some towels falling out.

“There are some benefits of you being so compact,” Root smiled at the compact Persian. Shaw didn’t glare or scowl at her, so she decided to push a little further, “Do you want to continue your thank you massage in private?” The hacker hoped her voice stayed firm, flirtatious, and not shaky like she was feeling. She was trying for bold even though Shaw’s ministrations had left her with fireworks and sparklers going off inside her body.

“Sure, why not,” Shaw didn’t want the hacker to think she was overly excited, which of course, she was. Her body was releasing fluids everywhere. She might just take the hacker on the table right here and now if she didn’t think that annoying twat was going to interrupt them again.

Root looked completely stunned, and she knew not even her jellyfish adventure hangover could squish her joy.

Shaw leaned over to Root, invading her personal space, her face was very close to the hacker’s. “Go lay down on your bed,” the petite firecracker said lowly and slowly, “I’ll be there soon.” She stared intensely into Root’s eyes then locked in on wantonly leering at the hacker’s lips, before leaving the room.

Root almost wondered if the jellyfish was still talking because she couldn’t believe her ears or that Shaw had just given her a brief massage. Or had Shaw just lusted after her lips? She was going to have to take advantage of this thank you massage; this might be her best opportunity yet.

When Shaw arrived at Root’s room, the lights were turned off, and there were candles lit everywhere. The petite primary asset couldn’t help a small smile that spread across her face. Of course, this dork ran over and tried to make this thank you massage some big romantic thing. Where in the hell did Root get all these candles? The room was filled with a nice scented candle smell wafting throughout the room, thankfully clearing out the funk from the night before of excessive ugly sweating and vomiting. She noticed the nerd even had her phone softly playing what could only be described as make-out music. Was that Nina Simone? Shaw shook her head and sauntered over to the bed where Root was sprawled out face down, completely bareback, with the sheet stopping at her waist. She had no doubt that Root would have stripped down nude under that sheet.

Shaw was just about to speak when she looked down at Root and realized the hacker was fast asleep. She was mesmerized by the angelic sleeping face, specifically that nose, well the whole face. She was very disappointed Root had fallen asleep, yet she knew how utterly exhausted she was and she bet the hacker was too or even more so. And she couldn’t shake the post jellyfish headache. Shaw heard too many stories of Root taking care of her yesterday. She was impressed the hacker kept running after her, fending off all kinds of intense gropings and sexual misconducts, it did indeed sound exhausting. She had to admit; she was pretty impressed with her fellow teammate; she didn’t know whether she would have had the stamina or the discipline to fight off such aggressive sexual advances if the tables had been reversed. The thing about Root, she tended to be all flirt and with little action so far, which was pretty respectable considering they were on the same team. Sure, she invaded personal space a lot of the times, but she wasn’t handsy, well not really until today. Shaw walked around the room and blew out all the candles, and then she got kind of a mischievous glint in her eyes. She took off all her clothes then very slowly and gently crawled into bed with Root. The petite firecracker lifted the sheet carefully to leer at the tall hacker and got confirmation that she was indeed naked, good to know she wasn’t disappointed on that front. Shaw stared longingly at the hacker’s luscious nude form, trying not to drool once again all over the sheets openly. She wanted to run her hands down Root’s body, yet she also wanted to let the exhausted woman sleep. She watched the hacker for a few minutes, and before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep.