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🕑 Added 2019-09-23 09:57:01 +0000 UTCAfter a long day, Angela Ziegler finds Moira paying a visit to her office. Overworked and exhausted, Angela snaps at Moira, who gets to work 'relaxing' her.
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Angela sighed and brushed a hand through her hair, staring down at the screens on her desk. It had been a long, hard day of work at the clinic and she was more than ready to go home and take a bath. Almost 50 patients had made their way through the clinics doors for her to see to, and she had done so with a smile on her face, but now she was ready for the day to end.
She swept up her papers and filed them neatly away, took down some final notes and shut down her computer. As she began to put together her things in her bag the door clicked open, she sighed and waved an irritated hand in the air. “I’m done for today, Doctor Chen. I should have been out of here half an hour ago.”
“Ah, long day, love?”
Angela straightened up and turned to see Moira leaning against the doorframe, an infuriatingly smug smile on her face. She scowled and pulled her inside, shutting the door before turning to the ginger.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Moira shrugged innocently, before grinning. “I’ve had this terrible pain in my back these last few days, I thought I could do with a check-up.”
“So, you came all the way from Oasis?” Angela asked, unimpressed.
Moira’s crooked grin grew wider. “Well I only trust the best.”
Angela’s eyes narrowed. She was tired and stressed and overworked and entirely uninterested in playing any games. She forced a bright smile and stepped over to the cupboards, pulling out a syringe and tearing off its packaging.
“Well Doctor O’Deorain, if it’s a full check-up you need, I’m happy to help.” She said, moving towards Moira and brandishing the syringe threateningly. “Let’s start with your blood test, shall we?”
“Ah, yes, well you see… ahem, the… the thing about that is…” Moira laughed nervously, backing away until she was against Moira’s desk.
“Roll up your sleeve.”
“Ok, ok Angela!” Moira said quickly, raising her hands in surrender. “No need for any of that, I yield.” Angela sniffed and set down the syringe on the desk, scowling up at Moira who at least had the curtesy to look a little sheepish.
“Why are you here, Moira?”
The willowy ginger sighed and leant back against the desk, loosening her tie with a miscoloured hand. “I wanted to see you, that’s all. The next conference was coming a little too slowly for my liking.”
Angela sighed tiredly and shook her head. “Moira… I haven’t heard a word from you since last time we met, and that was two months ago.”
“I remember it well.” Moira purred before Angela’s stern expression quickly sobered her.
“You can’t just show up at my workplace without warning, Moira!” She growled, “Especially after ghosting me for three months! It’s not fair and I won’t stand for it.”
“I’m sorry.” Moira nodded, “You’re right. I just wanted to see you.”
“I don’t mean to snap.” Angela breathed, dropping into her chair and rubbing her eyes. “It’s been a long day.” Moira smiled and knelt down by Angela’s feet, hands gently taking a leg and pulling it straight.
“Tell me?”
“Moira, what are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, just tell me.” Moira smiled, slipping Angela’s shoe off her foot and rubbing her thumbs against her stockinged flesh. Angela sighed, biting back a low groan of satisfaction as Moira massaged her aching feet.
“It’s just been a long day.” She said, “The clinic is supposed to supplement the hospitals, pick up any slack, but with all the financial troubles and all the staff layoffs, we’re overstretched.”
“You don’t have the equipment?”
“We don’t have the time.” Angela groaned, biting her lip as Moira’s fingers attacked the little knots of stress. “I saw almost fifty people today; I haven’t taken a break once. I’ve had to eat between appointments because I haven’t had time for lunch.”
“I’ll take you to dinner.” Moira smiled up at her, “My treat.”
“That’d be nice.” Angela cooed, “Just… keep going.”
Moira grinned to herself and kissed Angela’s ankle before setting down her foot and gently taking the other. She neatly slid the blonde’s shoes away and ran her hands over the soft fabric of her stockings before taking her foot and setting to work.
“Has it been this chaotic all the time since we last met?”
“No, just these past weeks.” Angela breathed, eyes closed as she leant back in her chair. “A… and you? How have you been?”
“Very well, thank you.” Moira purred, allowing her hand to roam a little higher up Angela’s leg, stroking her calf gently. “Though I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
“O…oh?” Angela asked.
“You strike an impressive figure in that suit of yours.” Moira moaned, lips brushing against the blonde’s stockings. “Even more so when you were in my bed. A gorgeous golden angel half-naked and begging for my tongue.”
Angela’s breath hitched as Moira pushed herself between her thighs and stroked her hands up over her legs to her hips. Her lips made their way bit-by-bit over her leg, kissing up her calf to behind her knee to the pale, sensitive flesh of Angela’s inner thigh. “M… Moira, wait.” The ginger paused, lips pressed against creamy flesh, mismatched eyes looking quizzically up at the blushing blonde. “Th… this is my workplace… it’s inappropriate.”
“Yes.” Moira nodded, smiling up at her. “And your point is?”
“You’re… a menace.” Angela growled weakly, ignoring Moira’s hand as it slipped over the curve of her hip to the swell of her ass. “This isn’t Talon, there are rules. If anyone finds out I’ll lose my job, I’ll be disgraced!”
“Then I’ll be very, very careful and very, verrrry gentle.” Moira purred, moving close enough to rest her chin against Angela’s chest, flashing her usual dazzling smile. “Don’t you trust me?”
Angela sighed and cupped Moira’s cheek, fingers running through her deep orange hair. She tried to resist, she really did, but Moira had the uncanny ability to completely obliterate her common sense whenever she looked at her with those sultry red-blue eyes. She blushed and withdrew her hands, chewing her lip as her fingers moved to the top button of her shirt and opened it.
Moira grinned and nuzzled against Angela’s breast, long fingers sinking into the tightly contained orb of flesh before her attention wandered downwards. “You’re so fun to corrupt.” She cooed, hands gliding over Angela’s thighs under her skirt before unzipping her and pulling it aside. Above her, Angela let out a weak groan of defiance that would have been much more convincing had her fingers not been toying with her own nipples.
“Ahn! M… Moira!” Angela squeaked as Moira’s lips pushed against her panties and she carefully bit down on the soft fabric, tugging them down and winking up at her. “Stop that.” she blushed.
“It’s a terrible habit I’ve got, darlin’.” Moira breathed, hands gently spreading Angela’s petals. “Playing with my food.”
“I wish you wouldn’t.” Angela lied.
Moira grinned and placed herself over the blonde’s opening, lips just barely brushing her folds, nose resting in the neatly trimmed patch of golden curls crowning Angela’s sex. She puckered her lips and gently blew on the slick pink flesh, coaxing a low whine from Angela’s lips. A hand grabbed her by the back of her head and suddenly she was pressed snug to the blonde’s snatch.
“Stop teasing!” Angela snapped, voice hoarse with need. Moira sighed through her nose and set to work obediently, tongue snaking past her lips and into Angela’s wetness. As always, her taste was delightful, as were the soft keening mews that escaped from her lips. The grip on Moira’s hair loosened as Angela quickly became distracted, and turned into a gentle caress, fingers raking through deep red hair with her usual tenderness.
The first hand was joined by another as Moira set to work in earnest, clinging and clutching at her as her tongue sunk itself deep into her sex. A pale and a purple hand moved around Angela’s waist to grab her rear, getting a firm grip before pulling away and straightening up. “Wh... what are you?” Angela groaned before letting out a surprised whoop as Moira lifted her up and dumped her heavily onto her own desk. “Moira!”
“Shush, love.” Moira purred, locking Angela into a feral kiss as her hands moved to replace her tongue. Angela whined beneath her, trembling and rocking against her fingers. If the blonde cared that her mouth was being slathered with the taste of her own arousal she didn’t show it, eagerly kissing her back.
Moira crooned with delight as Angela’s hands scrabbled to undo the buttons of her shirt, baring pale freckled flesh. She moved a hand to help the blonde’s blind fingers undress her, shedding her shirt and tossing it aside before guiding Angela’s hands to her bra. Angela tugged helplessly at the clasp, blind and more than a little distracted by the ferocious, passionate kiss she couldn’t bear to break from.
At last Angela succeeded and Moira’s bra tumbled down against her bare belly. Her hands reached out and found the small, sleek mounds of flesh, petting and squeezing them adoringly as Moira’s tongue dominated her.
The Irish doctor released a quiet coo as fingers found rosy nipples and tugged on them urgently, her eyes opening and her head slowly pulling away from Angela. “D… did you bring the… toy?” Angela croaked hopefully as Moira towered over her in all her pale naked glory.
“N… no.” Moira replied softly, yanking Angela’s jacket and shirt wide open before attaching herself to Angela’s collarbone, sucking and kissing at her flesh as her fingers pumped urgently into her sopping entrance.
The smell of sex was thick in the air already, Angela might have cared if she’d noticed, but all she cared about was Moira’s lips against her breast, her chest pushing against her belly, and her fingers sliding easily deep into her cunt. She cried out as Moira’s teeth carefully bit down on her nipple and pulled at it. “M… Moira! Don’t stop!”
“Mhm.” Moira murmured in reply, mouth busy elsewhere. Her cheeks pulled in concave as she sucked on Angela’s tit, leaving behind a perfect mark of her lipstick against the creamy flesh when at last she pulled away.
Angela bit her lip to stifle another loud moan and reached out to take Moira by the cheeks, pulling her close so that their foreheads touched. They stared into each other’s eyes as Moira’s fingers became a blur against Angela’s clit, and the blonde’s groans turned into a lustful pant.
“I… I’m close.” Angela whimpered, clawing at Moira’s cheeks. “F… fuck I’m close!”
“Keep it down, darlin’. I think some of your colleagues are still here.”
Angela’s eyes snapped open wide as Moira’s fingers pushed inside her one last time, her thumb gently swatting her pearl. The scream of orgasm that rolled up from her throat was muffled as she slapped her hands over her mouth, shaking as the waves of pleasure slowly faded into a warm, pleasant glow. Her eyes drifted away from Moira’s tired grin to the door. She stood awkwardly and staggered across the room, tugging her shirt closed over her heaving chest. The corridor outside her office was quiet and empty.
“I was… only teasing, love.” Moira laughed, leaning back against the desk and slicking her hair back out of her flushed face. “You’re the last one here, I made sure.”
Angela let out a weak sigh and turned back to the ginger. “Th… that wasn’t funny.” She said, hurt.
Moira smiled and beckoned her close, cradling her to her breast as she came and pressed tight against her. “Did you really think I’d risk ruining your career so casually?” The ginger asked.
“I don’t know.” Angela pouted, refusing to look up at her. “That’s what scares me about you.”
Moira’s hands delicately traced little circles over her hips as her lips pushed down against Angela’s blonde locks. “Even if you don’t trust me, trust that I care about you.” She breathed.
“This… this isn’t just physical anymore, is it?” Angela whispered after a while, heart throbbing in her chest so hard she wondered if Moira could feel it pulse against her belly.
It wasn’t. It hadn’t been for months, at least for Angela. But for Moira? She had no idea. Was this love? Was this convenience? Was this another experiment? Behind all the smiles and snark, Angela hadn’t a clue as to what Moira truly felt about her.
Moira swallowed, fingers roaming upwards to Angela’s ribs and continuing their dance. “Why do you say that?”
“Because of this.” Angela replied slowly, “Because of before, and all the times before that. Because you came here all the way from Oasis. Because of how you touch me and kiss me and make love to me?”
“This isn’t just… I’m… That is to say, we’re only… it’s fun, isn’t it?”
“It was… but maybe now it’s something else?”
“Angela… You don’t like me.” Moira said slowly. “You say it all the time…I’m everything you’re not, how could have feelings me?”
“I don’t know.” Angela whispered, pulling away and cupping Moira’s cheek in her palm. “But I think I do.”
Moira looked like a deer in the headlights, her cheeks darkening even more than they already were. She cleared her throat nervously, hands abandoning Angela’s body and awkwardly hanging in the air. “Angela… I… I just… I’ve never… I don’t know… how… to do this.”
“Do what?” Angela asked.
“I… I’m… I’m a scientist, Angela.” Moira spluttered, “I’ve devoted my life to discovery, whatever the cost. Ever since I was a little girl, I was a scientist. I didn’t play around with boys. Or girls. I played with chemistry sets and drew punnet squares when my classmates played with dolls and drew ponies. I only… started experimenting with… this, out of curiosity.”
“That’s alright.” Angela smiled, petting Moira’s cheek with a thumb.
“No, but… It was just that. And it never worked because it was only curiosity. I’ve never… been in a real relationship before, Angela. I learned how to move, how to talk, how to touch but it’s never been real. I’ve never loved… I don’t know if how I feel when I’m with you is how it’s supposed to be, or if this is something else… I don’t know if I can be what you need me to be.”
“You’re you.” Angela said quietly. “That’s enough.”
“Is it?”
Angela smiled and stood, bringing herself level with Moira. “I’m willing to try and find out, if you are?” Moira reached out and brushed some stray hairs out of Angela’s face, blushing as red as her hair.
“I… I’d like that.”
“When do you have to go back?”
“I have a flight tonight.”
“Miss it.” Angela purred seductively. “Come home with me.”
“I… I’ll take you to dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Oh… ok.”
They dressed in a trance, the world seeming oddly out of focus as clothes were tugged onto their bodies and they stepped out of Angela’s trashed office holding hands. Moira’s eyes couldn’t leave Angela, like it was the first time she’d ever seen her. Angela couldn’t stop looking down at the purple hand cradled in hers, like it was the most precious thing in the world.
They reached the doors, pushed and paused as they failed to open.
“I… er… They’re locked.” Angela said.
“Do you have a key?” Moira frowned.
“Well… No.”
“We’re locked in.” Moira said, a smile beginning to creep over her face.
“We are.” Angela grinned, suppressing a giggle.
“Wh… what do we do now.” Moira asked, a laugh bubbling up from deep inside her.
“We… we could always… climb out of window.” Angela grinned, clutching a hand to her face as she giggled.
Moira cackled, doubled over. “You first.” She sighed and wiped a tear from her eyes. “I fucking love you Angela Ziegler.”
“I love you, Moira O’Deorain.” Angela grinned, standing on tiptoes to kiss the ginger. “Come on, I’ll find us a window.”
“Lead the way, love.”
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Morning broke. Sunlight shone through the curtains of Angela’s bedroom, where she and Moira were lying, naked and entangled. Even as they slept, Moira’s hand rested over Angela’s breast, her thigh pushed between the blonde’s legs. Angela’s head was nestled under Moira’s jaw, lips resting against her throat. One arm was pinned beneath Moira’s waist, the other reaching away across the mattress.
Clothes and covers were thrown across the room haphazardly, as were the contents of Angela’s own supply of playthings. Plastic phalluses and massagers and other more exotic toys scattered over the bed and over the floor, all used in the furious, desperate throws of passion that had thoroughly knocked out both doctors.
The soft light played over their bodies like an artist’s brush, the soft, subtle curves of Moira’s body highlighted by dawn light. From the curl of her toes to the arch of her hip to the small, elegant mounds of her breasts. Angela’s hair shone like gold as the light moved over it, her own figure, smaller and fuller being illuminated as Moira’s had been.
The scent of their lovemaking hung in the air, clinging to their bodies and the sheets and the toys they had so eagerly used on one another late into the night. When they awoke, they would try and shower themselves clean of the stink of sex and fail miserably, hot water rekindling irresistible lust and leading to more of the moans and screams of desire that had filled the air of the house all through the night into the morning.
Moira awoke first, hand sleepily wandering to cup her sensitive twat, and waking her with lazy masturbation. She moaned delightedly and kissed Angela, spare hand caressing the blonde’s shoulder as her fingers filled her. “I love you.” she breathed as Angela’s eyes fluttered open.
Angela just smiled and wound an arm around her, holding her close.
