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    Who Hurts Who?

    Who Hurts Who?

     

    Shaw walks into the library and can’t stop herself from looking toward the Faraday cage.  She sees the hacker and reformed killer-for-hire, grateful that Root can’t see the vibrations that flow through her the moment they occupy the same space.  She puts on her ‘angry face’ and pretends to ignore her.  Shaw, the former government assassin does ‘angry’ well.  Root, relaxed behind the desk perusing the many books available to her, peers up and smiles.   

     

    “You’re later than usual, Sameen.   Bear was worried.”  Root smirks as she watches Shaw give the dog a vigorous rubdown.  Shaw looks around the library, searching for Harold and Reese. 

     

    “The boys are off doing recon for another Number.  It’s just us for now…alone…hours to kill. Those hands are welcome over here.”  Root teases Shaw, attempting to lure her closer to the cage.

     

    Shaw stands upright while Bear goes back to his bed.  “Harold should have called me.  It’s been days since we’ve had a number.  I need some action.”  Shaw inwardly winces as she realizes the opening she has left for Root.

     

    “Sweetie, I have some action for you right over here.  They will be gone a few hours…no chance for interruption.”  Root winks at her then closes her book and walks to the entrance of the cage.  She stares past the anger in Shaw’s eyes and recognizes the uncertainty. She knows that Shaw’s default is anger, but she’s not afraid. 

     

    Shaw looks to the floor awkwardly, cursing the sudden blush on her cheeks.  “I told you we have to stop.  I don’t do relationships.” 

     

    “Sameen. Look at me.”  Root speaks firmly, but softly. “We are different than other people.  We accept who each other is.  I have zero desire to change you.  You don’t scare me.  And you don’t have to be afraid of me.”  She stares at Shaw’s face and grins, willing her to make eye contact, “I want you just the way you are.  Wild.  Untamed.” 

     

    Shaw’s ears burn bright red as she raises her eyes to meet Root’s.  Her insides thrilled with the burning that only Root can cause…the burn through her body that she craves.  Unfortunately, the burning comes with confusion…and that she could do without.

     

    Since the moment Root zip tied her to a chair and threatened her with that hot iron, the flame was lit.  The weeks of seeing her in that cage every day did damage to her self control.  Root’s endless sexual innuendos have been torture for her and she finally succumbed to the crazy woman last week.  Oh. My. God.  It has never been so good!  She found herself inventing excuses to visit the library a lot more than was necessary.  She couldn’t get enough of this woman…this dangerous woman.  The word ‘addiction’ popped into her head and that was unacceptable to her.  Shaw doesn’t need other people.

     

    Shaw looks at her with pursed lips and a blank stare as Root goads her, “Sameen, I hurt you too good, didn’t I. Well, the feeling is mutual.  So get angry, then.  Come in here and make me pay.”

     

    Root grins and steps backs as the door clicks to signal that it’s been unlocked.  Shaw hesitates, then enters and sighs…she knows she can’t stop.  At least not today. 

     

    As she begins to disrobe Root, she asks, “How long are you going to let Harold think he’s keeping you here against your will?”

     

    Root pounces, stripping Shaw quickly of her shirt and embraces her.  She tastes her mouth, savoring the soft lips that bring her so much pleasure, while running her long fingers through Shaw’s hair.  Their skin sizzles as they twist around each other…leaving bite marks in the most of private of places.

     

    Breathlessly, Root groans, “The only question that needs to be answered is, who is going to hurt who first.”

     

    And then they do.

     

     

     

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