Anonymous said: star thingy for root x shaw please? :)
bc i’m self indulgent trash, hooker!au (and before you all start sobbing, its NOTHING LIKE thismeansnothingtome's fic)
Shaw opens the door of the hotel room; Root glides in. She gives Shaw a casual once over and raises a questioning eyebrow. “More bruises,” she comments, gesturing at Shaw’s partially healed black eye. Shaw smirks.
"More questions?" She answers, raising an eyebrow. Root puts down over pocket book and slips out of her high heels, padding towards Shaw on expensive thick carpet in delicate bare feet. She carefully cups Shaw’s face and leans down to kiss her gently.
"I forgot," she murmurs apologetically. Shaw doesn’t answer. She just leans forward, pushing herself upwards, and kisses Root hard. Root grins and acknowledges the command. Her hands drop down from Shaw’s face; one rests on Shaw’s neck, as the other rests on Shaw’s hip. Shaw hisses quietly as Root presses into warm flesh; Root realises she has pressed on a bruise. She breaks the kiss and pulls up the tank top. All of Shaw’s left side is a large bruise, faded, and a greenish tinge, but still visable. Root strokes the delicate flesh neatly; Shaw shivers again, though this time it’s less in unexpected pain and more in expected pleasure.
"One day you will have to tell me what you do," Root murmurs. Shaw makes to pull back, but Root does not release her hand around Shaw’s neck. "But for today, no questions." She adds quietly.