[Shaw stretches out her free arm languidly, rolling her shoulders, making sure her limbs stay loose and limber. No sense in risking ruining post-sex relaxation time with a cramp.]
Thanks for coming along for the ride.
[She says, her fingers still playing along Carver's bare skin.]
You think you'd do it again sometime?
[There's no expectation to the question: if this was a one-and-done experiment for him, she can respect that. She's had a fair few of those herself, after all. But all the same, she knows what she hopes the answer will be.]
[ And it was a ride, wasn’t it? Something fun. Not without stakes because nothing is ever without stakes or consequence, but he has a stronger since of how Shaw and Root fit together now; it won’t complicate things much unless he absolutely loses his marbles and all sense of professionalism.
It was nice, Carver thinks, a little wistfully. He hadn’t been sure he could still touch people like that. ]
Maybe, [ he says after a moment, watching for her reaction. For Root’s, who’s surely listening in. ] If I’m invited. I had fun.
[There's definitely a little internal swagger going on here, because hell yeah he had fun; she's so good at sex. She sees herself as far too cool to brag out loud, of course, but he might still catch the smugly pleased look on her face.]
[ Sure, he's invited. Shaw can speak for her about most things.
Root just needs a moment. It's been so long since she's done this, played the casual fun girlfriend who's good at intimacy, it hit something in her that just keeps ringing, an off-tone bell reverberating in echoes. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead. This is her only chance. Maybe this is a simulation like Shaw is always half-believing it is -- but it's still her only chance.
And if it is... what does she want to do?
Not a question she asks herself much. Turning the tap on, she leans in and splashes cold water over her face, trying to shake herself out of that mental state. ]
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Thanks for coming along for the ride.
[She says, her fingers still playing along Carver's bare skin.]
You think you'd do it again sometime?
[There's no expectation to the question: if this was a one-and-done experiment for him, she can respect that. She's had a fair few of those herself, after all. But all the same, she knows what she hopes the answer will be.]
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It was nice, Carver thinks, a little wistfully. He hadn’t been sure he could still touch people like that. ]
Maybe, [ he says after a moment, watching for her reaction. For Root’s, who’s surely listening in. ] If I’m invited. I had fun.
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I'm gonna speak for both of us - you're invited.
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Root just needs a moment. It's been so long since she's done this, played the casual fun girlfriend who's good at intimacy, it hit something in her that just keeps ringing, an off-tone bell reverberating in echoes. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead. This is her only chance. Maybe this is a simulation like Shaw is always half-believing it is -- but it's still her only chance.
And if it is... what does she want to do?
Not a question she asks herself much. Turning the tap on, she leans in and splashes cold water over her face, trying to shake herself out of that mental state. ]