Ah, anon, I’m glad you like that! It was actually more of writing in the spur of the moment thing.
So… I’ll try again.
Shaw doesn’t mind being crowded. She’s used to it: cramped into places with Cole back when she was in the Activity, jammed into back of trucks, planes, a crowded marketplace where Shaw had to blend in while hiding a submachine gun. It’s nothing new for Shaw.
And the first time Root met Shaw, Root crossed the personal space zone in a big way.
So Root crowding her personal space, while irritating at first is something she can ignore.
One place that’s hard to ignore: in the trunk of a car, stuffed between a bag that’s digging into her bag and with Root right there next to her. The last time she was in a trunk it was with John and for the same reason too, hiding out from the all seeing eye of Samaritan.
"This is new," Root said, her voice soft and barely above a whisper.
"Not for me." Shaw spent a disturbing amount of time in car trunks. Shaw adjusted and shifted until whatever it was poking her back moved. She moved her head and frowned, noticing the strain in Root’s face. "What’s with you?"
"I don’t know what you mean, Sameen," Root said. Using her first name. It meant Root knew exactly what Shaw meant.
The trunk wasn’t roomy and there were tools around the trunk (the car owner didn’t know the meaning of cleaning up), there was also a golf bag where Root was, and yet there was a decent amount of space between them.
"I’m pretty sure a pair of nine irons are digging into your back."
"It’s a Callaway Big Bertha Hybrid," Root corrected.
"Right. You’re going to hurt your back, there’s still space here, scoot closer."
"Why, Sameen, do you want me up close and personal?
Of course she’ll take it that way, “No. I’m saying there’s enough space here you don’t need to risk a back problem.”
"I’m fine where I am but if you want I can always move closer.” Root was back to being flirty.
"Okay, then do it."
Root blinked then smirked, “Okay.”
Shaw waited as Root failed to close the gap and the smirk on Root’s face was starting to look painful. Shaw heard someone lean on a horn and felt the car turn, just as it did, Shaw reached out and poked Root’s ribs.
Root let out a startled sound, the arm she used to keep her steady jerked, and the momentum of the turn pushed Root close to Shaw. Her arm fell around Shaw’s shoulders.
After Root recovered, Root looked at Shaw and this time her smirk was real. “If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked.”
"Right." Shaw said and shouldered Root’s arm away. The arm fell around her waist. They were close enough Shaw could see the whites of Root’s eyes, feel Root’s breath on her face. "Don’t take this an invitation."
"Wouldn’t dream of it, Sam." Sam. Now Root’s really trying to get under her skin.
The car suddenly stopped, pushing them closer. Root’s hands took a firm hold of Shaw’s shirt. Shaw can feel the material stretch.
"We’re here." Root announced, unnecessarily.
"I kind of figured," Shaw said drily.
"Am I interrupting something?" Harold asked.
Root released Shaw’s shirt then offered a bright smile at Harold. “Only a discussion about how a hybrid club could ruin my back.”
Shaw sat up and pulled herself out of the trunk. The weirdest shit keep happening to her in car trunks.
"Next time," she said, addressing John who was smirking at her, "you hide out in the trunk.”