Chapter V.

I'm sorry about how long it's taken to write this upcoming chapter. It is my first time writing smut so its taken me a long time to come to terms with how this would read. I hope you enjoy. And, once again, I'm sorry for the wait. By the way, this chapter is basically pure smut. Be aware. If it isn't your thing, stay tuned til next chapter.

You've been curious. More curious than you usually are. Sameen is acting a lot more domestic than you know she felt comfortable with, but you wouldn't dare complain. It's not much, but you know the difference by now. She's resigned to considering your company as work related and moved closer to having a normal relationship. One that's not analyzed by consistent domestic activity, but merely by the fact that she's not acting against your relentless advances. Maybe she's gotten used to your banter, you think. Yet, still, you wake up to go looking for her, to make sure that she is in fact there. There have been too many times that you wake in worry of whether she's gone to fight Samaritan on her own. Your subconscious has a funny way of waking you early to find her lying exactly where she had set up her cot. You remember the day you first saw Sameen again and your body chills you to the bone. It felt like a dream, really. All those times you had asked the Machine for a location and nothing. No trace. No lead. All you had was Harold's perspective of the situation and it didn't sit right with you. You knew she was more than that. Shaw had never given up fighting for "Research," the Machine, and your allies. She's always showed genuine interest in your whereabouts. You kept that close. Sometimes there wasn't a way for you to figure out whether or not she was going to give you the light of day. She's shied away from you since you'd retrieved her from the safe house. And it's terrible because you feel like bursting. Ever since the Machine has given her an alternate identity, you've been thinking about her more. More so since she's usually out when you're in the safe house. You worry. Excessively. You've written it into your own code, "Shaw does her own protecting." But that doesn't seem to always work with you. You can't accept that she's out there fighting without you by her side. You've asked her multiple times if you could join her in her quest for specific numbers, those specific to Samaritan origin, yet she declines. In the grand spectrum of things, Shaw is becoming more of herself. Although you are happy with the fact that Shaw is back with a vengeance, you do miss being able to have an excuse to be around and take care of her all the time. When Shaw first came back you spent nearly all your time with her; you miss being that close to her. Now that Shaw is determined to defeat Samaritan, she spends most of her time away on missions. You do hear her sometimes when she comes in late at night. On a handful of occasions, she's passed by your room on her way to her cot and just stood there while you pretend to be asleep. She hasn't come all the way in to check if you're awake, just stood there. Part of you wants to ask why but at the same time, you're more anxious to see what she would do or what she's thinking about. You don't mind waiting.

You've found Shaw is still stricken with night terrors. You've only woken up twice to calm her down but it's the usual, "let's go back to bed." Shaw hasn't completely told you everything about what Samaritan did to her and you're sure that she hasn't confided in anyone else. You know it makes her feel weak when you find her after a night terror so you've learned to calm her down and go back to sleep. No questions asked. Lately she's been getting more distant from everybody so, of course, you've taken it upon yourself and followed her a couple of times and got caught almost every time. When you see her on the field she's on fire, singeing and setting fire to all around her. It's almost as if her anger is showing its physical side in a more destructive way. It's hot watching her obliterate everything in her path. When she finally does catch you and you both make eye contact, her expression softens for just a moment and then she's off chasing someone or something else. Recently you've been making extra effort to be around her, well, for as long as you can, that is. When you can't sleep at night or stay up writing code, your mind wanders to Shaw. Temptation has seeped through your pores and settled in your nerves. Instead of fighting it—as you generally do for the sake of Shaw's annoyance—you let it govern you. Lately, the hunger to be close to Shaw has been pushed over the brim and effectively made you persistent in showing Shaw that you are there. On the days where it is overwhelming, you find yourself sneaking into Shaw's cot even if she's not there. The nights she is there, you wake to find the space adjacent to you empty but you try to not let it bother you. Shaw does know how much you care for her and what things like sleeping aside her means to you so she doesn't counter. If anything, you think she's gotten used to it.

Another night of restlessness. Involuntarily, your body responds to your impulsivity. You cautiously make your way into Shaw's bed, moving dangerously slow to prevent waking her. Shaw twitches and your body tenses with your breath stuck in your throat. No movement follows; she's asleep. You lay beside her curled up in a ball. You still haven't gotten the nerve to lay facing toward her. Too risky. The warmth of her body permeates the space between you both and sinks into your cold bones. You miss her body. It's odd. Less and less words were exchanged and a physical conversation was taking over. Shaw has been getting bold and catching you off guard to drag you away. Suddenly, words aren't necessary. One minute you're being swept off your feet and rushed to a place of her choosing and stripped. Leaving you destitute. And when she is done pulling every orgasm out of you that she can, she studies your face. The fire you see in her when she's on her missions diminishes to mere embers. She hasn't let you lay a hand on her and you've respected her space but don't like the fact that she rejects reciprocated touching. You usually do the dominating, and as much as you enjoy this new side of her, you're craving to touch her skin and bring her to ruin.

Your fingers hover over Sameen's shoulder before meeting her skin to outline her bones. You've memorized the contours of her body by now but still cannot keep your hands from wandering. You lean in closer to her and press your lips to her skin. She's killing you. You continue your caresses then begin writing on her skin by grazing your fingers over into letters and words. You wonder if the letters addressed to her will ever find form for her to see. Probably not, but it doesn't stop you from writing another one on her skin. Your body eases and finds comfort in the feel of her skin.

"So, it's not enough that you follow me around," Shaw turns her head, "now you've got to molest me in my sleep?" Your body becomes rigid and you draw your hand back. You're not quite sure what to say.

"Sorry. I . . ." Defeat overcomes you and you dig your head in the area between her shoulders. You can feel her back arch against you. Shaw rolls over to meet your averted gaze. It's too difficult to face her because you know you've fucked up by invading her privacy.

"I just miss having a sleeping partner." Not entirely a lie, but not the truth. Shaw's face remains unchanged. She's probably seen through your bullshit. You sigh.

"And I've missed doing things with you. That's not sex. The sex is great, but you're so tied up in your mini rampage that you've kind of—" Your hands are fidgeting with your blouse.

"you feel far away." You finish and can still see through your peripherals that her expression is the same. You don't even know why you started talking; you should have pretended that you were sleeping. She doesn't push you away, though.

"You know, the first time I realized there was something different about you was when we first met. You played the victim card and nearly had me made. The whole iron to the neck thing. Yeah, kinda hard to forget something like that." She moves closer to you.

"From then on I kept my eye on you. Mostly because I wanted to shoot you. And I did." She purses her lips into a smirk.

"All those times we worked side by side together, when I had to address your wounds, your incessant flirting, and the choice I made to get you guys to safety. It didn't hit me until I was with Samaritan. I underwent long hours and god knows how many days of torture led by Martine and Greer until they found that the way to break me wasn't going to be physical. So, I was held up while my wounds were healing and they began these simulations. Nearly 7,000 of them. In them I would escape and find a way to get ahold of you guys and then we would go and tear down Samaritan, starting with the head. Samaritan was waiting for me to give the location of the Machine and throughout I'd get closer to killing each person on the team. But there was always you. Much like now. Tailing me and trying to fight for me. Even then, after I'd shot Reese and our only lead to shutting down Samaritan, you stayed by me. At the end, I had the gun pointed at you, ready to kill you too." Shaw pauses and looks down for a second, almost ashamed.

"But I couldn't, so I shot myself. Every time, every simulation, I found you. I can't say I looked for you specifically but my mind automatically chose you. It chose you and I'm still trying to understand what that means." You feel your heart stop and butterflies rise in your stomach. You're glad it's too dark for Shaw to see you blushing. A sudden feeling of bewilderment takes its place and you realize that this is the first time she's bearing her story to you. It fuels the fire you have to decimate Samaritan and simultaneously makes your heart melt into a puddle.

"That's what you're worried about?" You sigh. As much as you want to make a witty joke about Shaw's thinking about you, you diffuse it due to the content of the conversation.

"It could have been anything, Sameen. We had gotten used to fighting side by side and saving each other's lives. Perhaps your mind used those instances to assume I'd be there in the likelihood you needed help." Shaw's eyebrows twitched from your suggestion and her head turns to the side.

"Yeah, but it's different. There's something—" She gestures between the two of you and stops.

"Nevermind." She corrects.

"Wait," Your hands go to make contact with her body and then pull away as if they don't know what they're doing.

"I felt that way too. It got worse when you were gone. And inevitably worse when I had to hide from you all." You stop to regain yourself because your voice is cracking.

"I never stopped looking for you." You choke on the last word. You remember the painful days of feeling like you were so close to finding her and it would lead to dead ends. You remember the helplessness. You can feel yourself curling into a tighter ball.

"It killed me knowing you were out there and I couldn't find you. You didn't exactly leave me anything to go by." You recall. Your hand travels down to her waistband without touching her abdomen.

"You had kissed me," Your hand dips below her waistband to meet her core and you cup it automatically. Your mouth opens to let out a moan but nothing comes out. You close your eyes to revel in the moment.

"And then they took you away from me. I didn't realize how much you meant to me until you weren't there" Your fingers move of their own accord and submerge themselves between her folds. Shaw's hand goes to reach for your wrist but you catch it and hold it above her head. You can feel her rising petulance without even looking at her but your mind remains fixed on the feeling of smooth velvet under your fingertips before circling her entrance.

"When you came back, I could see it in your eyes. It wasn't just me anymore." You make eye contact with her and can hear the grinding in her teeth.

"I know, Sam. So, you don't have to tell me," You enter her with one finger and hear her gasp and her body jolts forward. "This already gave you away." A moan seeps out through her teeth and you slam back into her. Shaw's hips buck into your hand and her lips meet yours. A burning permeates your abdomen and suddenly you can't hold back the petty revenge you want for her not letting you touch her for so long. After all, what was she thinking? That boldness dies tonight.

Menacingly you withdraw from her and push her back down into the cot. Shaw doesn't wait. She grabs you by the shirt and pulls you hard enough that you fall on top of her while she brings her other hand to your neck and pulls you into a heated kiss. You ground yourself and raise yourself up to straddle her hips. You grab Shaw's hands and place them at either side of your hips. Your hands trail up the hem of her muscle shirt and down to rest at her breasts. You palm her right breast and find the fabric thin. Must be old, you think. You pull the fabric between your fingers during your ministrations and can't help but smile from a newfound idea.

"You don't need this anymore, do you?" Before she can object, you push your fingers through the fabric and tear it down the middle in one motion.

"What are you doing?" A serious tone taking over her voice but your adrenaline pushes you to continue. You lower your body back down onto her to mate your lips with hers; simultaneously pulling her knife from under her pillow. A smirk pulls at your lips as you return to your straddling stance. You snap it open and graze the blade over her taut stomach to the bottom stitching of the shirt where it's still holding the fabric together.

"I think you've forgotten something really important, Sameen." You can feel the flow of your blood like a heart beat, like your whole body is thrumming with anticipation. You pull the blade out and cut through the fabric. You can feel her holding her breath as she watches the blade meanders its way back up to her neck.

"Not to trust you with knives?" She guesses sarcastically and you smile in response. You grab the hem and cut through that too then remove the shirt from her. You're going to need two pieces you remind yourself. You tear it in two and cut off the ends before folding the knife in and resting it on her stomach. You take her hands from your hips and pin them to the corners of the cot and tie them there with one of the pieces of fabric. Shaw stays attentive to your movements and you can see the slow build up in her.

"Nope." You hold the other piece of fabric in your hands where she can see it and slowly start grinding into her. You're already soaking from just thinking about fucking her through the bed and with Shaw's inability to be patient, you're sure she is too.

"You've been daring lately. And although it wasn't bad, you made the terrible mistake of thinking you were going to remain in charge." You chuckle."And we both know that isn't how this is going to continue." She nods her head fervishly while keeping time with your thrusts.

"Say it." You demand, stopping your motions.

"You're in charge. You are in control." You feel her body relax and her legs spread in submission. It only builds your adrenaline and the need to be inside of her. To hear her moans. To feel her riding up against your every thrust. To watch her spiral into ruin. You smirk.

"Now that that is settled, a punishment is far overdue. Of course you knew you weren't going to get away with it that easily. You lay the last piece of cloth against her side and swing your leg over, get up, and walk over to your commune.

"Root!" You can feel her voice is stern and it makes your core ache. Thank God you were blessed without the imposition of impatience. Sameen, on the other hand, could use some lessons. Once in the room grab a box hidden behind the books in your bookcase and open it to reveal a harness with its essential apparatus. You remove your clothes slip on the harness and pick out a black lace bra. You can feel your heart in your stomach and feel overcome with prospect. You know this is one of Shaw's practices because she's the one who asked you if you would strap up but it still makes you a little nervous in the beginning. Damned if you ever show her that, though. So you take a little extra time to swallow any jittery feelings you may have. Finally, you present yourself, apparatus in hand. You know she can't see you in detail due to the dim lighting of the subway but you can tell she's interested. You make your way over to her sultrily and squat down to speak to her at eye level.

"Like what you see?" Shaw's hands are strained against the confines of her mangled shirt.

"I'm not opposed." Shaw says. Such a sly remark. She should know better.

"Well, good. Because the whole time I'm fucking you, you're punishment is that you don't get to touch me once tonight. And," You brush a lock of hair behind your ear with your free hand then proceed, "you won't be able to see it either." Before she can counter, you reach over and grab the piece of her shirt and lay it over her eyes and tie it behind her head.

"Safeword?" She asks.

"Red." You install the dildo to the harness and straddle her. You want to feel how what she is so your hand reaches down and strokes her up and down. She's so wet.

"Mmmm." You can't help but to hum out. You grab the dildo by the shaft and rub the head against her opening and clit. Before going ahead you soak the dildo in her juices. You can't wait to be inside her but you remember the wait she made you go through. You rub the head up and down her stomach and around her nipples. She's bucking against you already but steady her hips with yours. You spread her legs and position yourself to where the dildo is sliding against her core. You bring your elbows to either side of her head and trace her bottom lip with your tongue. Her teeth catch the tip of your tongue and bring you in the explore her mouth. You keep your hips at a steady pace while losing yourself in her yearning kisses and desperate attempts to feel more of you.

"Fuck." You exhale shakily.

"Tell me how bad do you want me to fuck you." You ask while sinking your head into her neck to leave the most marks you possibly can.

"Please," her head turns so she can bite your ear. The sting resonates through your whole body and makes you weak for just a second. You regain yourself and lift your head from her til your bottom lip is met with hers.

"Tell me."

"I want you-" you thrust against her clit a little more forcefully and she moans and her body shudders at the movement.

"I want to feel you inside of me." She begs.

"I want you to ravage me." You mate your forehead against hers and absorb all the jitteriness from her admission. You guide the dildo with your hand, making sure it's proper wet. You can feel the head against her center and your back arches painfully as you edge your way into her. Shaw's legs wrap around your waist with her back tense. You let her adjust to the feeling before moving inside of her. Slowly you begin drawing out then going back in and you can feel your eyes rolling to the back of head from the feeling. So slow that you swear you can feel how tight she feels around you. You're hands rest on the middle of her forearms as a form of comfort. After a couple of more thrusts she lets up. You raise up to your knees and grab her hips and thrust hard into her. Her mouth opens wide to let out a cry and you keep your hard thrust coming. Her knees dig into your sides to ride into your thrusts.

"I want you to remember this," you thrust into her as deeply as you can. You almost stumble forward from the heavy feeling that swirls in your stomach down to your own center. It's so much.

"Whenever you feel bold and disobey, there are repercussions." You lean down and take her left nipple into your mouth and start driving into her mercilessly. Shaw's moans raise in decibels. You can feel her center dragging against the dildo, bringing you in. She's almost spent and it's no wonder. You riled her to the brink and almost yourself as well. With every thrust you can feel the end of the dildo brushing against your clit developing the cataclysm that is your own orgasm. The rate of your thrusts stay the same and you move to rub your thumb against her clit while keeping your attention on her nipples. Her legs grasp tighter and tighter against you.

"Fuck!" she exclaims. You fuck her harder and faster and keep minimum pressure strokes on her clit.

"I'm gonna fucking come." Her back arches and you can see her musculature in her biceps and triceps as she wraps around you involuntarily tight. Her moan is the most glorious thing you've ever heard and it takes everything in you not to come at that second.

Shaw's hips still and she remains panting in the aftermath. You continue moving very slowly in and out of her but can tell she's had enough. You carefully pull out of her and remove the dildo and harness. You lay a trail of kisses from her neck down to her pussy to taste her. Your own pussy clenches at the taste of her. You're body feels like it's melting. You want to come so bad. You wait patiently for Shaw to calm down and keep kissing up and down her body.

"You're not done yet." You raise up on your knees and put them on either side of her head before grabbing her head to push her mouth to your soaking center. She obliges and begins lapping at your labia before circling your center. Your orgasm is already at the brink but you can't stand to come right now. You want to feel her tongue explore inside of you.

"I want to feel you inside of me. Make me come." Her tongue delves it's way into your core and your thighs shake from the immediate response. You can feel her tongue brushing against the sides of your walls and you moan unabashedly.

"Fuck, baby." You ride Shaw's face and then her route changes and her tongue begins thrusting against you. Your back arches and you can feel your orgasm almost about to tip over but you hold it back a little longer. The feel of Sameen exploring you always makes you feel so open. So vulnerable. Every touch reminds you that even though you're in charge during sex, she still knows how to break you down. And you love it. The way she obeys orders and comes at command. And how she can build you up and destroy you just as you can with her. Your hand travels down to your clit of its own freewill and draws circles.

"Sameen-" You stumble and Shaw drills into you deeper.

"Oh, fuck!" You're orgasm slams into you and you hunch over, your body shaking from the intensity. You ride out the aftershocks then move over to lay on Shaw's side. Once your breathing is regulated Shaw nudges you with her shoulder. Sleepily you dig your head deeper into her neck.

"Aye! Hands and eyes?" You giggle and lean up on an elbow to remove her restraints and blindfold. She stretches her arms out and wraps an arm around your back.

"Shouldn't we clean up?" She says, nodding over to the dildo and harness.

"Oh. John and Harry went to follow a lead to New Jersey. Supposed to give us intel about Samaritan." You murmur into her skin. Sleep is taking over your body.

"Then why aren't we in your bed?! It's bigger!" Shaw wiggles her body but you cling to it and fall deeper into your slumber.

When you wake up there's nothing around you. Your eyes open to the dim light of your desk lamp and find Shaw doing pull ups on a pull up bar in your doorway in a sports bra and boy shorts. She must have moved you. A slow, simmering fire burns its way into your stomach. You watch her muscles in her back and arms as she repeats her reps. You settle on the arch of her back and the muscles protrude around her spine. When she finally drops down and stretches her shoulderblades in, you gracefully wind your arms around her neck into a headlock. Her arm bends in to elbow you when realization hits and she relaxes into your grip. Your lips graze the back of her neck before veering off and biting her earlobe.

"Isn't it too early for sparring?" She states. Your lips automatically form a smile. You withdraw one arm and shove her chest into the door frame with your hand against the small of her back.

"I suppose it isn't if there aren't places we need to be." Your smirk grows. You release your arm from her neck and spin her around to face you.

"But I don't suppose you have any dispositions?" You watch her the corner of her lips creep almost into a smile prior to straightening out to her signature tight lipped expression. Your hand rises to engulf her neck in a tight squeeze. Her pulse is rising underneath your fingertips and her hands rise to clasp around yours.

"If you're going to do it," She manages through breaths. "Do it like you mean it." Your laugh reverberates through your throat down your hands around her neck. Your lips mask hers; sucking and pulling her bottom lip in through your teeth.

"I thought you'd never ask."