Alliances and Crossroads (Part- 1)

The loft was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Harold Finch stood at the head of the room, his fingers interlocked in front of him, as his sharp eyes rested on Root. John Reese leaned against the wall, his ever-present stoic demeanor masking his wariness. Shaw sat on the edge of a desk, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Ryder—a new addition to the team—stood near the window, observing the interaction silently.

Root's enigmatic smile didn't waver as she leaned casually against a column. "You're all looking at me like I'm some sort of uninvited guest. Harold, I'm hurt."

Finch adjusted his glasses. "You have a penchant for showing up unannounced, Root. It's… unsettling."

"She asked me to come," Root replied smoothly. "The Machine has a plan. And trust me, you're going to need me for what's coming."

Reese's voice was calm, yet laced with skepticism. "And why should we trust you?"

Root's smile faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by something almost vulnerable. She glanced at Shaw, then back at Reese. "Because, despite everything, I believe in saving the world. And I believe in her."

The room fell into a tense silence before Shaw finally spoke, her voice sharp but measured. "We don't have to like her. We just have to work with her."

Finch hesitated, then nodded. "For now, we cooperate. But, Root, any deviation from the Machine's directives, and we'll have to reconsider."

Root's grin returned, bright and mischievous. "Understood, Harold. You'll find I'm an excellent team player."

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The silence in Shaw's apartment was thick, charged. The city lights painted long shadows across the floor, and the air hummed with unspoken tension. Root's eyes, dark and intense, held Shaw's gaze, a silent conversation passing between them. A slow, deliberate movement brought Root closer, her hand tracing the line of Shaw's jaw. Shaw's breath hitched, a flicker of vulnerability in her usually stoic expression.

The world outside faded away as they moved together, a dance of hesitant touches and deepening desire. The space between them closed, a soft gasp escaping Shaw's lips as Root's fingers tangled in her hair. When Root enters the room, the statuesque frame so lean and beautiful, long dark hair loosely held back with a decorative clip, it takes Shaw's breath away.

She smiles as she slowly moves towards the bed she looks as if she is hovering above the carpet rather than walking.

Shaw's POV: 

Her eyes staring deep into mine as she came closer and closer to my face. As her lips met mine, she sank on top of me, her fingers gripping my hair and pulling my face to her. Her pelvis rested against my own, forcing my legs as far apart as they would go, I moved my groin to try and get some friction, but she arched her back away as she continued to kiss. Her tongue darted between my lips, smooth and soft, her breath warm breathing me in as our breasts pushed against one another as our breathing got harder and faster.

She pushed herself up far enough to push a slim hand down my body to my breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb before breaking our kiss to take it in her mouth. I gasp as she nibbles it gently before moving back down my body. I pushed her on the bed and started on her neck, I had no reservations about using my tongue, so I licked her up to her neck to her ear. This elicited a gasp from her accompanied by her opening her legs a bit for me to slide one of my own between them. I dropped kisses all over her neck and collarbones while she ground her hips into me. My hands slid from her waist to her ass, where I gripped her and lifted her higher. My hands then trailed to her breasts which were pressed into mine. I squeezed each one and worked my hands towards her already hard nipples. With her nipple still in my mouth i pushed her jeans down so they encircled her ankles.

I brought my mouth to each one and used my teeth and tongue to lash them individually. When I knew her nipples could get no harder, I peppered her chest with more kisses, sinking lower and lower towards her center. Her body was so soft and warm, she had a round belly and firm tits with dark nipples that I held in my mouth for a long time. She was quiet at first which only turned me on more, but when she whispered in my ear "Will you go inside me?" I almost lost all control. I took it gently, then gained momentum. She was beneath me and I kept watching her face the entire time, the light from a new half-moon shining on her face through my window in the dark. I could feel the moment of pressure inside her against my middle finger and that's when she cried out, hot liquid all over me, my bed, underneath her. 

She was sweating and messy. After a second she eased herself from my bed, then straddled my thigh and rocked gently there, occasionally jerking, and at last growing still. Her hair, which had come loose, was hot against my jaw.

At length she laughed, and moved again against my hip. "Oh, you exquisite little tart!" she said." Her beautiful head was down at my breast, she caught me between her teeth just once, she put the nip into nipple like the cub of a fox would, down we went, no wonder they call it an earth, it was loamy, it was good. I burrowed my head in closer and tunnelled my tongue into her gully hole. Root giggled, then sighed, my girl, and opened her knees wider. The salty liquor of her spread in my mouth. I lapped and snuffled, held her thighs tight as she wriggled and moaned. Pretty soon she was bucking on my face, calling out and cursing me sweet. All sweaty, she was, and she had her thighs clamped to my ears so that my hearing was muffled. My hair was caught beneath her. It pulled, but I cared nothing for that. I reached behind her and squeezed her bum cheeks, used them to pull her closer. She wailed and shoved herself at me, until to breathe at all I had to breathe in her juice. And she pitched and galloped like runaway horses, but I held her, held her down and sucked her button in, twirled my tongue around it. Then even her swears stopped, for she could manage words no longer, and only panted and moaned. The roar she gave at the end seemed to come from the pit of her, to bellow up through her sopping cunny.

Sometimes Root's fist up my cunt in her mouth on mine or me sucking her epic tits. Sometimes Root on her stomach me up her ass with a strap behind me giving me a reach-around — a skill she intuited. Sometimes Root on all fours me and filling every hole licking every mouth rubbing her clit making her scream making her entire corpus shiver her head rock back her woman wail let loose gone primal cum and shit stains and spit and tears. I came in Roots mouth, her face between my legs like some goddess in a new myth.

 The night unfolded, a tapestry of whispered confessions and shared vulnerability, a moment of intimacy carved out of their dangerous world.

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Morning After

The next morning, the team gathered in the loft. Root and Shaw arrived together, a shared smirk between them. Reese raised an eyebrow as he sipped his coffee, but said nothing. Finch, busy reviewing the latest data from the Machine, glanced up briefly before returning to his screen. Ryder, however, couldn't resist.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, his tone light but teasing.

Shaw shot him a look that could have stopped a charging bull. "You missed nothing. And keep it that way."

Root, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the attention. "Oh, Ryder, don't be so curious. It's unbecoming."

Reese coughed, poorly hiding a chuckle. Finch's lips twitched, though he said nothing. Ryder raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No questions. Got it." 

Before the banter could continue, Finch's computer chimed. He straightened, his expression growing serious. "The Machine has delivered three new numbers. Each one appears to be connected to high-risk scenarios. We'll need to split up."

He turned the screen to the group, displaying the profiles of the three persons of interest. "Reese, Ryder, Shaw, you'll each take one case. Root and I will provide support from here."