Absolutely Hot [Shogan POI Suspect Tracker]

*5

No one knows better than Shaw what a temporary tag means.

After the smoke died down, they had dinner together.Veal steak with good red wine, in a restaurant with a good atmosphere, had a pleasant evening.

They found a new safe house, not far from the library, and the location was secluded enough.

Root lay on the couch, unwrapping a bag of potato chips, planning to pass the time with a boring TV show.

Shaw came out of the bathroom and asked, frowning as he toweled his hair, "Why are you here?"

Root didn't even look at her, just said as a matter of course, "Why am I not here?"

Shaw was momentarily at a loss for words.Indeed, why can't Root be here?

The safe house was found by Root under the guidance of THEMACHINE, and Root...

At least for now it's still her guide.

She tagged Root.

This is a fact.

Shaw sat down beside her and said in a muffled voice, "If you need it, we can unmark it."

Root gave her a strange look, and said, "Is there such a thing? Isn't the temporary mark automatically lifted?"

Of course, of course it will. Shaw just said it offhand.

However, she does have other considerations.

For example, let Root go somewhere else, as far away as possible, as far away from her as possible.

This idea is not groundless.Because Root had entered her psychic world, because Root had unfurled a mental barrier for her, because of the heat of their union that had swept through them at that moment, she had left a temporary mark on Root.

Temporary markers that can't help it this time, next time there will be a real bond.

And Shaw doesn't need a guide.At least she thinks so.

Root observed her expression, stretched out a foot from the side, kicked her calf, and said, "What are you worried about?"

Shaw shook her head, what was she worried about?She really has nothing to worry about.

She's a Sentinel who doesn't need a guide, and Shaw never thought she'd have a guide, she's used to being alone, and when her and Root's temporary markers disappear, then everything is back to square one.

Root turned his head and asked her, "Let's go out."

Shaw wanted to ask her where she was going, but finally said nothing and walked out of the safe house with her.

It is hot summer now, the wind on the street is full of heat, rolled up layer by layer, blowing past people's bodies, without bringing a trace of coolness.

There was no one on the street, but Root unfurled a mental barrier to envelop Shaw.

Shaw put her hands in her pockets, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After walking half a street in silence, she finally said, "You don't need to deploy the barrier."

Root gave her a sideways look and said, "You're my sentinel now."

For her frankness, Shaw didn't know how to deal with it. Most of the time, Root maintained a state of being open-mouthed. She could say any kind of sweet words naturally. Shaw never gave her any response.

Shaw even quietly consulted THEMACHINE: Can Root's language system be adjusted so that she speaks less nonsense?

THEMACHINE calmly rejected her: This is not an easy adjustment.

Shaw didn't know what THEMACHINE didn't say: Root wasn't a typical android now, and she could detect that Root had some sense of self.This makes it very difficult for the program to manipulate her.

This time, Shaw naturally responded to her with silence.

Root didn't mind her indifference at all, and after walking a whole street, she asked, "Shaw, don't you like mental barriers?"

Shaw pondered for a second, then replied, "I don't think any Sentinel would dislike it."

Root looked at her thoughtfully, and said, "You just wanted me to put the barrier away."

Shaw stared straight ahead, as if into the distant future, and said, "I just don't want to get used to having barriers."

Root showed a sweet smile and said, "Sweetie, I am willing to keep opening the barrier for you."

Shaw suddenly felt irritable, she was really not used to this kind of occasion.

In Root's words, there seemed to be something sticky, binding her up in an instant, she couldn't breathe, and felt longing.

The scary thing is, she doesn't know what she's longing for.

Shaw repeated again: "I don't need to."

She never thought there was an instinct between Sentinel and Guide, and likewise, she never succumbed to it.

She could not sleep all night, and even the white noise device in the silent room could not calm her down. She only felt that all the sounds around her turned into color blocks and fell on her in thick and heavy colors, making it difficult for her to breathe, so she could only stare at the ceiling. He could hear the heart still beating in his chest.

After that night, Shaw didn't have to wait for her guide to show up.

Even if no guide can adapt to her mental body, it will no longer affect her battle.Her snow leopard will help her smooth everything.

But on this night, this night with a gentle summer breeze, Root sighed softly and said, "Shaw, you need it."

Passing a street corner, and passing an alley, Root suddenly took a step inward and pressed Shaw against the wall.

Shaw looked up at her.

The corners of Root's lips curled into a half-smile, and her eyes were dark and vague, making Shaw feel a little dangerous.

Danger.

Shaw felt his blood boil, instinctively.

But Root just stared at her like that, then looked down.

She kissed Shaw's lips.

It's a real kiss.

At first it was a gentle temptation, Root licked Shaw's lips and teeth, and then entangled with the tip of her tongue, Root could feel his own possessiveness, this emotion that should not belong to her, was constantly driving her, entangled Shaw, entangled deeper and harder until it swallowed her.

Soon, Root felt the same emotion as Shaw, and she quickly took control, then aggression and possession, her tongue brushed Root's teeth, making Root feel like he couldn't breathe for a moment, and finally, she bit Root lips, the pain made Root throb even more.

At this moment, they can really feel each other's desire, and the originally nothingness has become a definite thing, attracting them to chase after it.

Root's lips kissed Shaw's lips, then the neck, from small kisses to light bites, her arms imprisoned Shaw, her spiritual barrier surrounded Shaw, she did not enter Shaw's spiritual world, but she It seemed to see the ocean.

In the hot summer, the sea, which is gloomy all day long, rolls up layer after layer of white waves, sweeping from the deep sea, washing over the golden sandy beach, leaving a thin layer of white salt, showing what happened .

The waves are not silent, so there is nothing silent in this world.

The same is true of Root's emotions, the emotions erupting from her electronic brain are like a tsunami that can overwhelm everything.

Shaw's neck smelled good, an indescribable smell, like the smell of the sea, and like gravel under the hot sun.

Root didn't realize what that meant, she just sucked and kissed Shaw's neck out of instinct.

Shaw shivered slightly.

Her mind went blank, something hit her and she couldn't react for a moment.

She felt small sounds in her ears, like waves or a strong wind.

It wasn't until Root's lips left her neck and looked at her with those eyes again that Shaw realized what had just happened.

Root tagged her.

She acts as a guide, marking a sentry.

Shaw put her finger there and she had a wonderful feeling.

She remembered the reason why she betrayed the Northern Lights, the blood and struggle, and everything she had hated. Now, those things seemed to become a soft white light, fused with each other, and then smashed at her together.

She was hit by a certain fate, unable to escape and nowhere to escape.

Root also realized what she had done. For the first time, she showed a horrified expression and asked Shaw uncertainly, "Can the guide mark the sentinel?"

Shaw, recalling her knowledge, answered definitively, "No."

Root and her were leaning against the alley wall, a small patch of sky above their heads.

She retrieved the information in her mind. Before the combination was determined, the sentinel and the guide could determine each other's tonality through a temporary mark. This mark was one-way and reversible.

What just happened is indeed a strange thing.

Root acted as a guide, marking her sentry.

She wanted to trace the matter to the source and asked God in the earphone, but THEMACHINE didn't respond to her.

THEMACHINE seems to be asleep, without any sound. Root felt that there was only her and Shaw left in the world.

Fortunately, Shaw touched his neck, confirmed the nature of the mark, and said, "Don't worry, it's a temporary mark."

Root put aside the boring question, smiled sweetly at her, and said, "I really hope the temporary marks don't fade away naturally."

Shaw didn't speak.She neither affirmed nor denied.

Root hummed a lilting tune, and they walked home as if they were only going out for that kiss.

Shaw felt an airy aura about Root, she couldn't explain what it was, but felt that Root didn't look like a bionic person at all this night.

She asked Root: "Why can you tag me?"

Root tilted his head and thought for two seconds, then said, "Probably some new function?"

Immediately, she turned her head and placed a light kiss on Shaw's lips.

Standing in the safe house again, Root didn't turn on the light.

In the darkness, she asked Shaw, "Shaw, aren't you used to people entering your spiritual world?"

She had never imagined this possibility, and before standing in that deep ocean, Root had also wondered what Shaw's world would be like.

She was met with a long silence.

Root could hear Shaw's breathing, ringing behind her, surrounding her, mesmerizing.

Ten seconds later, Root asked uncertainly, "Shaw?"

Her answer was still silence, and Shaw's temperature.

Shaw hugged her, and her movements were so rough that Root felt like he was being slammed against the door.

Root's voice was still sweet: "Sweetie, I really like you like this."

Her answer was a kiss.

A very different kiss from just now.

There was a strong temptation in Shaw's kiss, but there was also a certain certainty. Root seemed to be able to feel what she wanted to say in the intertwined lips and teeth. If it was rationality that made Shaw keep the temporary mark, then now, she is Willingly keep the temporary mark.

She got a part of Sameen Shaw, and whatever that part was, Root gladly took it.

After the kiss was over, Root got her answer, and Shaw said in a flat voice, "I don't like humans."

Root smiled softly and said to the person in front of him, "Sweetie, I'm not human."