With One Eye Open by livenudebigfoot (NC-17)
(A day late (again), but not a dollar short! (Minus the dollars spent on the booze that resulted in a truly epic hangover.))
Title: With One Eye Open
Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Samantha Shaw/Root
Categories/Genres: Bondage, Smut
Length: Short (1052 words)
Warnings: N/A
Author/Artist on LJ: livenudebigfoot
Author/Artist Website: livenudebigfoot
Summary:
Her name is not Veronica.
Review:
(To be honest, one of my prime reasons for reccing this fic is the fact that it's femslash. Now, don't get me wrong, I like my fair share of dicks, but I think we can all recognize the fact that epic_recs' collection is a bit of a sausage fest. So here I am, bringing the pretty ladies.
The pretty, crazy ladies.)
Root, in her long habit of assuming identities, is going by Veronica in this particular instance. But a rose by any other name would still have thorns as sharp. Good thing Shaw has a thick skin.
What fascinates me about this pairing is how sharply they contrast with their male counterparts. Root is bold and ruthless where Finch is perpetually reining himself in. Shaw is no bleeding heart like Reese. Yet still they're birds of a feather; birds of prey or “high-functioning sociopaths,” pick your poison.
This is no soft Finch/Reese romance, with the Sencha green tea and the tailoring and the washing the dog together. This is two women with power and agency and no remorse, with guns and handcuffs and cigarettes.
With One Eye Open
Title: With One Eye Open
Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing: Samantha Shaw/Root
Categories/Genres: Bondage, Smut
Length: Short (1052 words)
Warnings: N/A
Author/Artist on LJ: livenudebigfoot
Author/Artist Website: livenudebigfoot
Summary:
Her name is not Veronica.
Review:
(To be honest, one of my prime reasons for reccing this fic is the fact that it's femslash. Now, don't get me wrong, I like my fair share of dicks, but I think we can all recognize the fact that epic_recs' collection is a bit of a sausage fest. So here I am, bringing the pretty ladies.
The pretty, crazy ladies.)
Root, in her long habit of assuming identities, is going by Veronica in this particular instance. But a rose by any other name would still have thorns as sharp. Good thing Shaw has a thick skin.
What fascinates me about this pairing is how sharply they contrast with their male counterparts. Root is bold and ruthless where Finch is perpetually reining himself in. Shaw is no bleeding heart like Reese. Yet still they're birds of a feather; birds of prey or “high-functioning sociopaths,” pick your poison.
This is no soft Finch/Reese romance, with the Sencha green tea and the tailoring and the washing the dog together. This is two women with power and agency and no remorse, with guns and handcuffs and cigarettes.
With One Eye Open