[ Root isn't in a hurry; Carver undoes his belt and she flicks the top button open with a teasing nudge against the hollow part of his navel, then pulls her hand back and does the same to Shaw, leaving their flies open but unexplored. ]

If she can't mark you where people can see, you should mark her, [ she suggests helpfully. Her hand on Shaw's throat squeezes once, playful. ]

Don't be nice. She likes it with an edge -- and we don't need to hide you.