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The chapel smelled faintly of lavender and old wood. Only those closest to them had been invited—Morgan, Tao, Rose, Pierce, Durban, Daizo, Casey, and Greenfield—people who had seen them through bullets and impossible missions.
Shaw didn’t see the point. For her, six was enough: them, Bear, Fusco, Finch and Reese—the first team Machine.
But Root told her it felt almost deserted for a wedding, like we rented out an entire church just for Bear’s birthday party.
As for Bear—wearing a perfectly tiny bow tie, he strutted down the aisle first, carrying the rings like a furry little herald of doom.
Root stepped in next, catching the light in her hair.
Her sleek, modern wedding dress flowed just enough to hint at her elegance and chaos all at once. She held her head high, eyes scanning the room until they landed on her soon-to-be wife.
A teasing, soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Shaw entered seconds later, her dress simple and unrestrictive, the lace trim just enough to soften her usual lethal edge.”
Reese stood proudly at her side, ever the quiet best man, while Finch fidgeted nervously with his cufflinks on Root’s side.
Fusco shuffled forward, tugging at his tie, clearly uncomfortable but determined. “Alright, alright, settle down,” he began, trying for authority and getting only half of it. “I’m not usually the guy doing the speech. Heck, I usually just write up crime scenes and haul perps downtown. But today… today I’m officially your officiant. Lucky you.”
He cleared his throat, squinting at the couple. “Marriage is about love, trust, and knowing that your partner can actually kill someone if needed… and still be adorable. Cocoa Pu—Root, Shaw… you’re proof that even the most chaotic people can find their person.”
A faint whisper curled into Root’s ear, the Machine’s voice low and certain: “This is your happy ending—both of yours.”
She chuckled softly, tilting her head toward Shaw. “Even She agrees, sweetie.”
Shaw arched a brow, but her hand squeezed Root’s just a little tighter.
Then her hand found Root’s, their fingers interlacing naturally, a quiet anchor in the swirl of excitement. “…We’re doing this our way,” she said, voice low but unwavering.
“And your way is always perfect, sweetie,” Root murmured, leaning just slightly into Shaw, enough for only her to feel.
Fusco raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Enough fluff. Let’s get you two hitched!”
Bear dropped the rings gently onto the velvet pillow, prompting a collective “awwww” from the small crowd. Reese rewarded him with a treat—training complete.
When it came time to exchange rings, Root’s hand shook slightly—not from nerves, but from the weight of the moment. Sliding the ring onto Shaw’s finger, she whispered, “Told you, Shaw. We are meant to be.”
Shaw’s lips curved into a small, rare soft smile—not the mischief smirk she used when pranking Finch, nor the sarcastic smirk when she threw a remark or threat at Reese or Fusco.
“Well, you’re stuck with me now, Root.”
Fusco finally pronounced them married, and Root kissed Shaw—not ceremonially, but slowly, full of every emotion neither had said out loud. Shaw’s hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair in a rare show of softness.
Reese and Finch clapped awkwardly, but with genuine smiles. Bear barked in approval. Fusco muttered under his breath, “Yep… two dangerous women married. God bless New York. No—God bless the Earth.”
As Root and Shaw walked down the aisle together, hand in hand, the sunlight caught their hair and gowns, creating a halo of warmth around them. For just a moment, the world belonged entirely to them—messy, chaotic, but filled with undeniable love.
Outside the church, Root leaned in, murmured softly, “Can’t wait to have you all to myself, sweetie.” and brushed a quick, playful kiss against Shaw’s earlobe—earning herself a swat on the arm.
The game was on, and they both knew it.
Kissing Shaw in public might have been reckless, but Root had far more dangerous sins in mind.
She pulled her wife into their hotel suite, the luxurious space filled with flowers and soft music. The view of the city could wait, her focus was fixed on her wife alone.
As soon as the door shut, Shaw turned with fire in her eyes. “You’re going to pay for that kiss, Root,” she said, her voice low with challenge.
“Gladly, my wife.”
Her hands slid over Shaw’s wedding dress, tracing the lace before slowly peeling it away, like unwrapping a forbidden gift. Shaw arched a brow, amused, and allowed her the indulgence.
The gown pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra and panties.
Root’s breath caught, her gaze raking over every perfect line of her wife’s body.
“God… sweetie,” she whispered. Her palms roamed down Shaw’s sides, cupping her ass, pressing closer. “You’re even better unwrapped.”
Shaw flushed but smirked. “You probably say that to every bride you strip.”
Root chuckled. “True—but you’re my one and only bride, Sameen Shaw.” She crushed her lips to Shaw’s, kissing her until lipstick smeared and the taste of champagne lingered on their tongues.
As their mouths devoured each other, Root’s hands fumbled at her own wedding dress, desperate to shed the barrier.
“You wear too much,” Shaw growled. Impatient as ever, she grabbed the fabric and ripped it open, shredding it off without a second thought.
Breaking away, Root pushed Shaw onto the thick rug, hovering above her, eyes dark with hunger.
“Time to get you ready for me,” she murmured, sliding her hand into Shaw’s panties. Fingers found slick heat, and Shaw gasped, hips bucking.
“So wet already,” Root teased, stroking her wife’s folds before circling her clit. “Begging for me, aren’t you?”
Shaw’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling under the touch. But she didn’t beg—never. She commanded.
“Root. I need you—now.”
As a good woman, a good partner always obeyed her wife’s orders.
So, Root slipped in three fingers at once, sinking deep. Shaw gasped, her walls clenching around the sudden intrusion.
She curled her fingers, driving them hard and steady, knuckles pressing deep until Shaw’s back arched off the rug. Root’s hand was relentless, pumping into the slick heat, twisting and thrusting to wring every sound from her wife.
Shaw’s lips parted, breathless moans spilling free as Root drove into her without mercy. “God. Root...”
The sound of her name on her wife’s tongue only pushed Root further, her hunger sharpening with every gasp. Each thrust sent a rush of fire through her veins, Shaw’s body rocking helplessly beneath her control.
Root slid in a third finger, stretching her wife wider, thrusting deep and curling hard until Shaw’s cries broke into desperate screams. The rug burned against Shaw’s back as her body twisted and trembled under Root’s ruthless pace.
Then—release crashed over her. Shaw’s orgasm tore through her body, convulsing around Root’s fingers as every cry was dragged from her throat.
Only when Shaw was shuddering and limp did Root pull back, her hand wrapping around her cock as she lined up against Shaw’s soaked entrance.
For a breath she paused, locking eyes with Shaw—both of them burning with need—before pushing in with one slow, devastating thrust.
Root groaned, undone by the tight heat gripping her.
Shaw gasped, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the stretch. The thick intrusion forced her open, every inch dragging fire through her core until she was trembling with the overwhelming fullness.
The hacker’s moan vibrated against Shaw’s neck as she began to move, hips rolling in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each stroke was deliberate, meant to drive Shaw higher and higher.
“God, you’re perfect, so perfect,” Root rasped, biting Shaw’s ear before soothing the mark with her tongue. “So tight, so hot—you were made for me, Sameen.”
Shaw just panted, clutching her shoulders, lifting her hips to meet every thrust with raw need.
The room filled with the wet slap of skin, the drag of Root plunging into her, and the guttural sounds tearing from their throats.
Root’s pace quickened, slamming harder, sweat dripping down her back as Shaw raked nails into her skin.
And Shaw’s muffled cries broke loose when Root grabbed her legs, forcing them wider and driving deeper, the new angle slamming into that hidden spot that made her unravel.
Root’s eyes darkened, locked on the sight of Shaw’s face as her wife broke beneath her.
“Root—!!”
Hearing Shaw cry out her name lit a feral fire in her chest, and she drove even harder, relentless, claiming her with every savage thrust until Shaw shattered.
Her body spasmed around Root’s cock, milking her release. Root slammed forward one last time, burying herself to the hilt as her orgasm ripped through her, spilling deep inside with a shuddering groan.
Spent, she collapsed against Shaw, both of them panting, their bodies tangled in the aftermath of heat, sweat, and possession.
The room filled only with the ragged sound of their breathing.
Shaw felt Root’s softened cock slip wetly from her pussy, leaving her trembling. She took a few deep breaths, then flipped them both—suddenly straddling her wife.
"It's payback time."
Root blinked in surprise, then smirked. “Guess… I really shouldn’t underestimate a Tier-One operative’s stamina.”
“Too late, hacker.” Shaw muttered. “Because I’m going to show you how the military does it.”
She leaned down and crushed her mouth to Root’s, kissing her with bruising force. Her tongue pushed past Root’s lips, claiming her, owning her. Root moaned into it, hands instinctively reaching for Shaw’s waist, but the marine pinned them to the mattress, keeping control.
Shaw’s hand slid slowly downward, teasing, until it found Root’s breasts. She palmed one, squeezing hard enough to draw a gasp, then scraped her nails over the nipple. Root arched, breath catching as Shaw broke the kiss and trailed her mouth lower.
Her lips closed around Root’s left breast, sucking greedily, her teeth catching the tender peak before soothing it with her tongue.
Root’s moans came ragged, her head tossing against the pillow as Shaw switched to the other breast, lavishing the same merciless attention. Her eyes stayed wide, dazed, drinking in the sight of Shaw devouring her. Her chest rose and fell with frantic breaths, and between her legs, her cock thickened, swelling again.
Shaw noticed, of course—how could she not? The hard length pressed insistently against her stomach.
She smirked, dragging her nails down Root’s stomach until she hovered just above the throbbing cock.
“Looks like little Root ready for round two,” she teased.
“Always. Always for you, darling.”
“Hmmm, good. Because I’m not finished with you.”
Still straddling her, Shaw wrapped her fist around Root’s cock. She locked eyes with her wife, never breaking the gaze as she began to stroke, slow and deliberate, each pass pulling a deeper groan from Root.
The sight of Root coming undone beneath her made Shaw’s smirk widen.
Root’s eyes fluttered shut, voice breaking. “Sweetie… Sameen… don’t stop, please.”
Shaw’s hand worked faster, twisting on the upstroke, stroking harder, teasing the sensitive head until Root’s hips jerked helplessly off the rug.
Just as Root’s moans turned desperate, teetering at the edge, Shaw stopped.
"???" Root’s eyes flew open, dazed and furious. “Sam? What the hell?”
“That’s—” Shaw smirked down at her. “Not how the military works, Root.”
Gripping Root’s cock, she angled it against her entrance and began to sink down. Inch by inch, she took her wife inside, the stretch burning but exquisite.
Root groaned, clutching Shaw’s thighs as she watched her wife swallow her whole. “You’re killing me, Shaw…”
Shaw rolled her hips, setting a punishing rhythm from above.
Her hands pressed against Root’s chest for leverage, riding her hard, each thrust claiming Root with raw dominance.
Root’s breath turned to curses, her body bucking beneath Shaw’s control, but Shaw held pace, grinding down with each stroke until the wet slap of their bodies echoed through the room.
The hacker's head fell back, her voice wrecked. And Shaw’s gaze never left her, eyes blazing with control and heat.
“I’m... almost there, Root.”
“Me too, Shaw—fuck—”
Shaw’s orgasm hit like a detonation, her body locking tight around Root as she screamed her release. The clench of her walls dragged Root over the edge with her.
With a guttural roar, Root drove up into her, spilling deep, pumping load after load into her wife until Shaw could feel the hot flood filling her.
She stayed there, sitting on Root, milking every pulse until the last twitch of Root’s cock softened inside her.
Only then did she slowly lift off, letting it slip free, both of them collapsing side by side—sweaty, shaking, and utterly spent.
The ex-ISA smirked, voice rough. “Get used to it, wife—this is married life with me.”
The hacker, still dazed, laughed breathlessly. “God, I really did marry a dangerous woman… lucky me.”