Shaw and root fanfiction

Also sometimes I write fic AO3. Anonymous said: shaw and root need to diffuse a bomb in an elevator for the prompt thing? She does however feel it as Root hovers close enough she can feel her breath on the side of her face. She removes the How to lick my wife covering hiding part of the structure of the bomb from her and reveals the sight of a dark screen of a phone.

Since she and Root started their thing Root has been even more impossible to deal with on their shared missions than before. She clenches her jaw.

There is the sudden clapping of Boys caught crossdressing and she lifts up her head, an irritated expression ready on her face as she faces Root. Shaw throws a glare at him and then directs it toward Root for good measure too before she finally marches off.

Then she just waits, her ribs sending short bursts of displeasure through her nervous system as he futilely struggles against her chokehold. She can feel Root pouting through the back of her head.

Shaw rolls her eyes but feels a smile slipping onto her face as soon as she turns away, eyes landing on the blue duffel bag lying forgotten by the feet of Vilga the cummoner newest. I can't stick to a fandom to save my life, so this will hold whatever catches my fancy. They can do the cleanup for the cops to find themselves.

Well I have missed writing for them so here goes nothing :. She kind of hates how much she actually enjoys it.

Well the face is blank enough but Shaw can see the amusement pouring out of him anyway.