The nice thing about their difference in size was that Angela always found she fit so well against Moira's body. In that moment of being carried the world felt quieter than it had in awhile and Angela felt as if her entire body was relaxed. She was tired. The entire experience had left her feeling as though her mind and body had been through battle, but despite that she still felt an immense wave of relaxation. A feeling that maybe they were all going to be okay somehow. She felt like herself again.
As Moira set her down on the bed she nodded at the suggestion of rest. The idea of sleep was an exciting thing, but for some reason she wasn't quite ready to let herself fall into a blissful rest mode. Instead she looked up at Moira. This woman had just gone through the darkness of her mind to get her back. For all Moira's outward show of nonchalance, she had put it on hold to care for Angela in a way that most had never even tried.
Reaching out she played with one of the buttons on Moira's blouse as she slowly let her eyes move up her body. A body she had often tried to deny she was immensely drawn to. Slowly she moved to her knees so that she could look at her more directly. Her fingers let go of the button and moved up to rest between her breasts as she felt the beating of her heart below her ribcage.
"I wish the world had not been so hard on you. That you did not feel the need to hide your feelings so deep inside. I wish that others could see that you do care." Her tired eyes watched her with a flood of emotion. "And yet, how special I am to see that part of you that you do not show to others."
Moira hadn't been surprised by the touch and thus hadn't made a move to pull away from it, letting her feel her heartbeat under her hand, watching her curiously, wondering what drove her actions more than anything. The thought that perhaps she just wanted to feel connected to the real world again crossed her mind, but she wasn't so sure that was it.
Her words were what startled her, forehead creasing in further confusion, cheeks turning pink the more she spoke. It wasn't the first time she cursed her pale Irish skin for giving away any embarrassment she suffered. So many people lately had been telling her about her own emotions, whether in good light or bad, and how much or how little she expressed them. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She thought herself rational, cut off from pesky things like care and love.
But Angela wasn't wrong. She had risked herself, had gone out of her way for the other doctor on more than one occasion now, and it made her stomach tie in knots. Feelings she had thought long since dead, left in the wrecks of Zurich with everything else Overwatch had ever done, were slowly bubbling there way to the surface the longer she was around Angela and she wasn't sure what to make of it.
"I'd prefer the rest of this place continue to think me heartless," she said with her typical cool air in her voice. "I don't need people trying to wiggle their way into my life any more than they're already trying."
Moira would have been right that she wanted to feel connected, but it wasn't to the world. She wanted to feel the closeness that had been bubbling between the two of them. Sometimes it came out in ways that were easily dismissed and blamed on one of Deerington's many tricks. Despite that, there had been lingering moments that showed the feelings were growing. Angela was less afraid of those feelings, though she felt a bit nervous to play with them again. Still it always seemed that they somehow came back together again. It was like they were two sides of the same coin, different but stuck together. Maybe there were reasons to not fight it.
Whether or not she was ready to give or receive declarations of those feelings Angela knew that she wanted to do more with Moira than just a quick fuck at the office or in the bathroom. There was a fire in her belly after everything that had happened and she needed the woman in front of her. Still she didn't rush just yet, didn't grab her and yank her down onto the bed on top of her. That wouldn't have been any different than it had been thus far. Besides, the moment was too gentle for such things.
Her eyes stayed on Moira's and she smiled at the blush. Her free hand came up to brush against her cheek. "I can't believe anyone would think you unfeeling when you wear your embarrassment so openly." She paused her thumb stroking against her cheek as she cupped it. "Are you ashamed of your feelings for me?" She left what those feelings were out of her words because she didn't want to push her away. "Do you really wish you would be better off without them?"
Moira's breath hitched as she felt her hand against her cheek. It was an intimate gesture and while she was prepared for the rough and sudden movements that came with their last few sexual encounters, gentle and nurturing wasn't something she had ever set herself up for - at least not on the receiving end. She had been nurturing enough, one could argue, by carrying her upstairs in the first place, but Moira liked to ignore her own care on the regular.
"Yes," she finally replied when she had finished talking. She was good for honesty if nothing else. "I don't say that to be hurtful," she followed up shortly thereafter, her words a bit more slow and carefully chosen now. "I'm not ashamed so much as cautious. Caring for others, no matter how much, is a risk. One you can not calculate or control the outcome of in any manner. A risk I've taken too many times for my liking and I'm not prepared to take again."
Which wasn't to say that she hadn't taken it anyway, but she simply didn't know how to deal with it. "You're better off without feelings because then no one can disappoint or hurt you."
It was an answer that didn't really surprise Angela. She knew Moira well enough to know that was the answer she was going to get. Of course she didn't want to feel the way she was feeling. There were ways in which Angela would have preferred for her heart to lean more towards someone else. Someone who was so strongly on the side of good where she didn't have to constantly challenge their morality. She supposed though that it might end up being rather dull. Moira kept her on her feet. Moira drew her in. Moira excited her.
"I don't think we always have a choice in the matter." She let out a slow breath. The atmosphere of the room was heavy with the threat of crossing a line into those very feelings Moira wanted to hide and Angela wasn't sure whether she wanted to push, but she also desperately wanted to make love to the other woman. Angela's hand moved from her cheek to slide down her throat before making it's way slowly down the curve of her side. "You could leave," she offered. "But from the way your heart is pounding I am not sure that you want to."
Her fingers moved to the tie that lay perfectly knotted at Moira's collar, and she dared to begin undoing it. "We could stop here and let it go until we can't stand it anymore and one of us ends up under the desk of the other with their head between the other's legs." It was enjoyable that was for sure, but after everything that had been going on and the suffocating feelings Angela had been feeling she needed more from Moira than just that.
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She hadn't noticed how much her heart rate had started to increase until she had it pointed out to her. Moira swallowed roughly, letting Angela's hands continue to roam without reaching to slow them. She wasn't wrong. She didn't want to stop her. She had no intention of trying and it was extremely clear.
Her forehead rested against Angela's as she felt her fingers reach her tie, breath hitching at her words, heart pounding that much harder in her chest. She could feel the palm of her scarred hand sweating slightly inside its glove, making her more aware of how her body temperature must have been rising. All the usual signs of arousal, ones she had just described in her announcement to the Deer Feed not too long ago.
While the bursts of desperation were nice, they always knew they were coming, and beating them to the punch wasn't the worst of ideas she could think of. It didn't mean that she had to process her feelings right that minute. It even gave her an excuse to perhaps not talk about them at all. "It seems illogical to simply delay the inevitable," she said quietly.
Angela wasn't really in the mood for the talk about their feelings either. Her life recently had been so hectic that facing the feelings that were building between them was something she didn't even have the energy for. They had been like this before back in their Overwatch days. Slowly building and releasing the sexual tension together as they worked in their respective scientific areas close by each other. It had taken awhile for them to come to the realization there was more and than it had been badly damaged when things had fallen apart. But there were things that were unresolved and they were making a comeback here. Sometimes it was easier to just let the bodies do the talking and expressing. They could both deny it in the morning, but for now it wasn't going to be just another quickie in the afternoon.
"I like you logical..." She murmured, a smile curving at her lips as she unwound the rest of the tie and tugged it off. "...some of the time." Her fingers went to undo the buttons as well, popping them with agonizing slowness as she savored the moment and the reactions. Once the blouse was unbuttoned and untucked Angela smoothed her hands down Moira's stomach and sides, taking in the feeling of her chest and the curves of her well muscled torso. Though her eyes had drifted closed when she had felt the other woman's head against hers they opened then to look at her. Though there was adoration in them, they were also an easy look into the attraction she was feeling.
"...You have such an effect on me." She always had and it often made Angela crazy. Now she welcomed that with open arms, because she was eager to get into her body and feel everything the night promised.
"By being logical?" It was teasing. She knew full well that she had an affect on her for far different reasons. Moira could feel her breath coming heavier with every pop of a button and every touch to her skin. It felt like she was leaving small trails of electricity behind with her fingers, ones that sent jolts of excitement down through her muscles, landing themselves between her legs with a maddening ache. Different than that of the blood before their time in the shower - more controlled, more drenched in pure desire than chemically altered desperation.
Her gloved hand reached up to play with the fabric of Angela's skirt, pushing it up just slightly as her palm rested against her hip. She put the slightest pressure against her, using it to pull her a little closer, to feel her torso start to press up against the other woman's.
She licked her lips to moisten them when they suddenly felt dry. She could feel the affect all throughout her body, but she wanted to keep her mind level enough to respond with her own playful teasing. There was the slightest of gasps as she was pulled against Moira's chest and her clothes suddenly felt too much like a hindrance. She tried to remember whether they had even been naked together since coming here or if they had simply worked each other to orgasms around their clothing. She let out a slow and shaky breath, keeping the smirk on her face. "Oh, how was it that you put it. An increased heart rate and a rise in my body temperature. Oh and I can feel the blood flowing to my genitals and my thoughts feel a little fuzzy." She always had had a good memory. It was one thing that had helped her plow through school. "You'll have to tell me if my pupils are dilated though, as I can only see that yours are." Her voice was playful and teasing as she twisted the medical words into something she hoped was enticing and further arousing.
She found she had to lick her lips again purely from the fact that they were not being kissed yet. Meanwhile her hands continued to wander along Moira's skin. Recently Angela had been taking to touching herself when sleep wouldn't come but she needed a way to relax. Moira's face was always at the forefront of her thoughts as she stroked herself to orgasm, hips bucking into air. At the thought that she was finally getting the other woman undressed she felt her hips push forward just a little bit with an eagerness that she wasn't able to restrain.
Moira's jaw tensed as she watched her tongue dart across her lips, the twitch of her lips likely noticeable as she resisted the urge to lean forward. She liked leaving Angela in control of this at the moment, letting her be the one to decide what happened and when. It was a change in roles, considering how often she tended to be the person to grab her and pin her without a warning.
Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she spoke, hating that someone could make her own awkward, technical description of sexual frustration sound so damned good. She wasn't sure whether to feel mocked or turned on or a strange mixture of both. Her eyes reopened as she gave a small huff of amusement, making sure to squint somewhat dramatically as she looked into her eyes.
"Mm, they certainly look it to me. But the lighting is dim. It's hard to say for certain."
The light in the room was low, just the glow from a small lamp that stood on top of her dresser. She had always found she liked the dim light and it had been comforting during nights when she couldn't sleep. So it stayed on much of the time these days when the world was bathed in darkness. It provided enough light for Angela to look deeply into Moira's eyes. They were indeed dilated and she gave a nod.
"Yours too. I suppose we are suffering from the same condition." She teased as her hands came up Moira's shoulders and slowly started to push the shirt off of her. Moira had been naked in the shower when she'd been trying to clean off the blood, but Angela wanted them both naked this time. The way Moira played with her skirt proved that she was going to get that wish tonight. The shirt was finally pushed off of her arms and Angela trailed her fingers along them. One hand moved down to play with the fingers of her left hand, while the other moved to the glove that covered her right. Slowly she started to peel that away because ultimately she didn't want anything to be between them.
Moira couldn't help but stiffen slightly when she felt her start to remove the glove - waiting, cautious, just in case the town took this moment to have her powers act up and the scarred hand would start to take her life without her intending on it. She hated not knowing if she could lose control, if the warping that she'd seen done to so many others could happen to more than just her healing abilities.
When nothing happened, though, she relaxed, and went to let her hand rest against her hip again, this time with nothing barring her from the feel of the fabric of her skirt. With her shirt no longer on, Moira felt confident in lifting her other hand, going to start to undo the buttons on Angela's blouse now, being sure to be just as slow in the process.
The hand that Moira had experimented on had bothered her at one point. Not because of how it looked as much as the reasons behind why it looked that way. Eventually she had accepted it as just another part of her fellow scientist. The nails on it were longer than on her other hand and Angela found the way they sometimes gripped at her skin delightfully pleasing. She had guessed why Moira was wearing the glove and it only solidified in her mind that the scientist was not as bad as she pretended. She cared, but Angela would keep that to herself.
She felt a shiver roll down her spine as Moira began unbuttoning her blouse. She did so with the perfect tempo that made Angela ache for more. In response to her comment she nodded. "Oh I hope so. Because I want you to feel everything that I am feeling." She knew her arousal was not even remotely hidden, even the juncture between her legs felt overwhelmingly hot. "And no aphrodisiac was necessary at all."
Angela popped the snap on Moira's bra and let that fall. She pulled back just enough to admire the small but still pert breasts on the older woman and her eagerness brought her hands up to squeeze the soft flesh and pinch at the peaks of her nipples. The truth was that time hadn't even seemed to have an impact on Moira's body and it was just as she remembered.
When she had finished undoing the buttons, she had pulled the fabric free of Angela's pencil skirt, before pushing the blouse from her shoulders and tossing it the side. Her hands had brushed against the skin, moving over the lace of her bra just as she felt her unsnap her own. She let her hands fall for a moment while Angela removed the garment, but was quick to return to touching her the moment she had a chance.
Her breath hitched at the attention to her breasts, slowly releasing in a sigh that bordered on a soft moan. Her body felt sensitive all over, alert to every attention, and she could feel the ache building steadily between her legs with every moment.
"I think it's a safe assumption that I absolutely am feeling nearly everything you are," she said finally, voice a bit rough at the edges with need.
Angela had done enough of her shopping in town that she had started selecting lingerie that was like something out of a vintage online store that people from their time found incredibly sexy. She didn't put a whole lot of thought into her clothing, but she enjoyed looking finished. Besides she might have put enough thought into her lingerie in hopes of Moira eventually seeing them. Not that she hadn't already since she had been between Angela's legs a time or two already.
Just the feel of Moira's body under her hands made her ache for more. A wave of guilt washed over her because she really hadn't been giving as much as she had been receiving. Moira just always seemed to like to top. Tonight that was going to change. Oh, she wanted attention herself but she wanted Moira to feel the love she felt for her even she couldn't quite say the words. Her emotions were in this and it was obvious from the way she touched her. Sure, she was afraid she might get hurt again, but she wanted the other woman desperately.
"Good. That's my intention." It was unclear whether she meant physically or emotionally but she didn't clarify because their mouths were so close together that she couldn't even hold back anymore and as one arm wrapped around Moira's back to hold her close the other pulled her face down to kiss her passionately.
There was a small noise of surprise when her lips were suddenly crushed against Angela's, but the shock only lasted for a second before she had quickly started to return the kiss. She'd known that was where it was headed, though perhaps the forceful nature of it had been what had caught her off guard. Her eyes had snapped shut, scarred arm wrapping tightly around her, nails digging in the skin at her side just slightly as she pulled her close.
Her other hand worked at pushing up the pencil skirt. She did enjoy the lingerie that Angela had started to wear since their arrival here and she was pleased to find the garter belt at her thigh as expected. Her fingers popped open each clasp, working them as slowly as she had the buttons as she pushed her body against the other woman's.
The feeling of Moira's nails in her side made her break the connection of their lips to suck in a breath of air. Those nails always felt so good. Once again she looked into Moira's eyes with all the affection and arousal she was feeling before she leaned up to capture her lips again. This time her kiss was deeper and slower. She took her time with the kiss and savored the taste of Moira's mouth. As she felt the buttons being popped on her garter belt she felt another rush of excitement flow towards her sex. Her knees were starting to feel weak from the position they were in and she knew Moira wouldn't be able to get the stocking off unless they moved positions.
So she let go long enough to shift her body in bed, leaning back on her elbows and letting her legs fall open just slightly before stretching one out as an offering to get the stocking removed. As she stretched out her leg she let her foot slide up Moira's thigh before bringing it to press in heel gently against her crotch. Her skirt meanwhile rose up offering a view of the dampened silk panties that she was wearing.
Angela knew she was attractive, and from that position on the bed she could both admire how attractive Moira was and watch for her response the heel of her foot being pressed into more sensitive areas.
She had already felt a shiver run through her when Angela had started to lay back on the bed, watching the way the fabric shifted over her body and the garters dangled from her thighs. She had been reaching out to grab the edge of the stocking when she felt her heel press into her sex, and it made her stiffen, groaning, trying to keep her balance as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.
Her nails had scratched against her thigh before she'd regained her focus, going to almost tear the stocking from her leg as she went to pull it off.
The way Moira grabbed hungrily at her stocking and pulled it off was exactly the kind of reaction that Angela was trying to elicit out of her. "Excited?" She whispered, continuing to let her heel work at Moira's sex. If only her toes could somehow undo that button. Oh well, it didn't matter. She leaned forward and let her fingers do the unbuttoning instead. Then she worked the pants down Moira's long legs before removing her underwear. Her hands went to hold Moira's hips and at with her taller height Angela didn't have to bend that far over to place a kiss against the curve of her hip.
She wasn't sure whether she was moving too fast or not, but she was aching to get her mouth onto the more intimate parts of Moira and reclaim her body as her own. She teased her for awhile, fingers running against her inner thighs and lips kissing just above the auburn curls, she glanced up to Moira with a feigned look of innocence suggestive of their earlier times together when she was just learning the way Moira liked to be touched.
Moira's legs shook slightly as she felt her teasing, relief washing over her when she started to undo the button. She made sure to kick the pants to the side the moment she felt them fall far enough for her to do so, doing the same with her underwear once it was down by her ankles. She shivered slightly, aware of the chill in the air now that she no longer had anything protecting her.
That chill would be long forgotten though if Angela kept up her teasing. Moira could already feel the heat spreading outward, her legs leaning slightly into the bed for support, eyes fluttering as she tried to focus. The kiss made her breath catch and a soft moan escape her for a brief second before she cut it off. She hated looking so eager so quickly.
"I want you to touch me." Her voice was surprisingly firm considering how weakened she was by her desire.
With full access to her body Angela found that she felt powerful. Once again it was only one of them dressed, but that was going to be remedied soon enough. Besides, her shirt was at least half way off her shoulders. Edging forward on the bed, she pulled herself closer up to Moira. Her mouth found it's way to her inner thigh and slowly she moved her lips upwards in a string of kisses. When she got close enough she finally decided to give him and spread Moira's folds apart to allow her access to the more sensitive skin underneath.
She knew well enough what Moira liked and she let her tongue roll over the bump of her clitoris as her fingers travelled to her entrance to tease her there as well. The smell and taste of her was intoxicating and she let her mind and body revel in the sensations of it. At the same time she took note of Moira's pleasure and adjusting her teasing accordingly.
She'd let out a sigh at the kisses to her thighs, letting her eyes close as her hands started to play with Angela's hair, fingers gently running over the blonde strands. She did her best to part her legs slightly from her standing position, the bed frame creaking just slightly as she let her knees press more firmly against the edge of the mattress and giving her that little leverage she could use to keep herself centered.
The fingers that had been lightly stroking her hair gripped it roughly when she felt her tongue roll over the sensitive nub, a gasp escaping her finally, turning into a low grown as Angela's fingers started to join in on the exploration. She could feel the heat between her legs, the strong pulse of her heartbeat making every sensation that Angela gave her that much more intense. It didn't take long for her to feel her legs shaking slightly, a gentle whimper escaping from her lips.
There were few people in the world that Angela knew who had the ability to make really truly feel something, but she knew that she was one of them. It was a fact that flooded her with emotion and desire in that moment. With Moira almost literally on her knees Angela felt powerful and special. It pushed her movements onward as she dragged her fingers along Moira's thigh and between her legs. The other woman was so desperately wet that it drove a pleasurable ache of desire down through her own body. She sighed against the other woman's folds as she moved her fingers towards her entrance and slipped one inside.
Her tongue meanwhile stroked harder at the nub, drawing it gently between her lips and sucking on it. Her free hand rose up over Moira's backside to grip at the toned flesh of her back. She wanted Moira to come undone under the skilled work of her hands in a way that Angela did not give to many.
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As Moira set her down on the bed she nodded at the suggestion of rest. The idea of sleep was an exciting thing, but for some reason she wasn't quite ready to let herself fall into a blissful rest mode. Instead she looked up at Moira. This woman had just gone through the darkness of her mind to get her back. For all Moira's outward show of nonchalance, she had put it on hold to care for Angela in a way that most had never even tried.
Reaching out she played with one of the buttons on Moira's blouse as she slowly let her eyes move up her body. A body she had often tried to deny she was immensely drawn to. Slowly she moved to her knees so that she could look at her more directly. Her fingers let go of the button and moved up to rest between her breasts as she felt the beating of her heart below her ribcage.
"I wish the world had not been so hard on you. That you did not feel the need to hide your feelings so deep inside. I wish that others could see that you do care." Her tired eyes watched her with a flood of emotion. "And yet, how special I am to see that part of you that you do not show to others."
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Her words were what startled her, forehead creasing in further confusion, cheeks turning pink the more she spoke. It wasn't the first time she cursed her pale Irish skin for giving away any embarrassment she suffered. So many people lately had been telling her about her own emotions, whether in good light or bad, and how much or how little she expressed them. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She thought herself rational, cut off from pesky things like care and love.
But Angela wasn't wrong. She had risked herself, had gone out of her way for the other doctor on more than one occasion now, and it made her stomach tie in knots. Feelings she had thought long since dead, left in the wrecks of Zurich with everything else Overwatch had ever done, were slowly bubbling there way to the surface the longer she was around Angela and she wasn't sure what to make of it.
"I'd prefer the rest of this place continue to think me heartless," she said with her typical cool air in her voice. "I don't need people trying to wiggle their way into my life any more than they're already trying."
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Whether or not she was ready to give or receive declarations of those feelings Angela knew that she wanted to do more with Moira than just a quick fuck at the office or in the bathroom. There was a fire in her belly after everything that had happened and she needed the woman in front of her. Still she didn't rush just yet, didn't grab her and yank her down onto the bed on top of her. That wouldn't have been any different than it had been thus far. Besides, the moment was too gentle for such things.
Her eyes stayed on Moira's and she smiled at the blush. Her free hand came up to brush against her cheek. "I can't believe anyone would think you unfeeling when you wear your embarrassment so openly." She paused her thumb stroking against her cheek as she cupped it. "Are you ashamed of your feelings for me?" She left what those feelings were out of her words because she didn't want to push her away. "Do you really wish you would be better off without them?"
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"Yes," she finally replied when she had finished talking. She was good for honesty if nothing else. "I don't say that to be hurtful," she followed up shortly thereafter, her words a bit more slow and carefully chosen now. "I'm not ashamed so much as cautious. Caring for others, no matter how much, is a risk. One you can not calculate or control the outcome of in any manner. A risk I've taken too many times for my liking and I'm not prepared to take again."
Which wasn't to say that she hadn't taken it anyway, but she simply didn't know how to deal with it. "You're better off without feelings because then no one can disappoint or hurt you."
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"I don't think we always have a choice in the matter." She let out a slow breath. The atmosphere of the room was heavy with the threat of crossing a line into those very feelings Moira wanted to hide and Angela wasn't sure whether she wanted to push, but she also desperately wanted to make love to the other woman. Angela's hand moved from her cheek to slide down her throat before making it's way slowly down the curve of her side. "You could leave," she offered. "But from the way your heart is pounding I am not sure that you want to."
Her fingers moved to the tie that lay perfectly knotted at Moira's collar, and she dared to begin undoing it. "We could stop here and let it go until we can't stand it anymore and one of us ends up under the desk of the other with their head between the other's legs." It was enjoyable that was for sure, but after everything that had been going on and the suffocating feelings Angela had been feeling she needed more from Moira than just that.
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Her forehead rested against Angela's as she felt her fingers reach her tie, breath hitching at her words, heart pounding that much harder in her chest. She could feel the palm of her scarred hand sweating slightly inside its glove, making her more aware of how her body temperature must have been rising. All the usual signs of arousal, ones she had just described in her announcement to the Deer Feed not too long ago.
While the bursts of desperation were nice, they always knew they were coming, and beating them to the punch wasn't the worst of ideas she could think of. It didn't mean that she had to process her feelings right that minute. It even gave her an excuse to perhaps not talk about them at all. "It seems illogical to simply delay the inevitable," she said quietly.
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"I like you logical..." She murmured, a smile curving at her lips as she unwound the rest of the tie and tugged it off. "...some of the time." Her fingers went to undo the buttons as well, popping them with agonizing slowness as she savored the moment and the reactions. Once the blouse was unbuttoned and untucked Angela smoothed her hands down Moira's stomach and sides, taking in the feeling of her chest and the curves of her well muscled torso. Though her eyes had drifted closed when she had felt the other woman's head against hers they opened then to look at her. Though there was adoration in them, they were also an easy look into the attraction she was feeling.
"...You have such an effect on me." She always had and it often made Angela crazy. Now she welcomed that with open arms, because she was eager to get into her body and feel everything the night promised.
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Her gloved hand reached up to play with the fabric of Angela's skirt, pushing it up just slightly as her palm rested against her hip. She put the slightest pressure against her, using it to pull her a little closer, to feel her torso start to press up against the other woman's.
"What sort of affect, Dr. Ziegler?"
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She found she had to lick her lips again purely from the fact that they were not being kissed yet. Meanwhile her hands continued to wander along Moira's skin. Recently Angela had been taking to touching herself when sleep wouldn't come but she needed a way to relax. Moira's face was always at the forefront of her thoughts as she stroked herself to orgasm, hips bucking into air. At the thought that she was finally getting the other woman undressed she felt her hips push forward just a little bit with an eagerness that she wasn't able to restrain.
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Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she spoke, hating that someone could make her own awkward, technical description of sexual frustration sound so damned good. She wasn't sure whether to feel mocked or turned on or a strange mixture of both. Her eyes reopened as she gave a small huff of amusement, making sure to squint somewhat dramatically as she looked into her eyes.
"Mm, they certainly look it to me. But the lighting is dim. It's hard to say for certain."
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"Yours too. I suppose we are suffering from the same condition." She teased as her hands came up Moira's shoulders and slowly started to push the shirt off of her. Moira had been naked in the shower when she'd been trying to clean off the blood, but Angela wanted them both naked this time. The way Moira played with her skirt proved that she was going to get that wish tonight. The shirt was finally pushed off of her arms and Angela trailed her fingers along them. One hand moved down to play with the fingers of her left hand, while the other moved to the glove that covered her right. Slowly she started to peel that away because ultimately she didn't want anything to be between them.
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When nothing happened, though, she relaxed, and went to let her hand rest against her hip again, this time with nothing barring her from the feel of the fabric of her skirt. With her shirt no longer on, Moira felt confident in lifting her other hand, going to start to undo the buttons on Angela's blouse now, being sure to be just as slow in the process.
"Maybe it's contagious."
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She felt a shiver roll down her spine as Moira began unbuttoning her blouse. She did so with the perfect tempo that made Angela ache for more. In response to her comment she nodded. "Oh I hope so. Because I want you to feel everything that I am feeling." She knew her arousal was not even remotely hidden, even the juncture between her legs felt overwhelmingly hot. "And no aphrodisiac was necessary at all."
Angela popped the snap on Moira's bra and let that fall. She pulled back just enough to admire the small but still pert breasts on the older woman and her eagerness brought her hands up to squeeze the soft flesh and pinch at the peaks of her nipples. The truth was that time hadn't even seemed to have an impact on Moira's body and it was just as she remembered.
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Her breath hitched at the attention to her breasts, slowly releasing in a sigh that bordered on a soft moan. Her body felt sensitive all over, alert to every attention, and she could feel the ache building steadily between her legs with every moment.
"I think it's a safe assumption that I absolutely am feeling nearly everything you are," she said finally, voice a bit rough at the edges with need.
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Just the feel of Moira's body under her hands made her ache for more. A wave of guilt washed over her because she really hadn't been giving as much as she had been receiving. Moira just always seemed to like to top. Tonight that was going to change. Oh, she wanted attention herself but she wanted Moira to feel the love she felt for her even she couldn't quite say the words. Her emotions were in this and it was obvious from the way she touched her. Sure, she was afraid she might get hurt again, but she wanted the other woman desperately.
"Good. That's my intention." It was unclear whether she meant physically or emotionally but she didn't clarify because their mouths were so close together that she couldn't even hold back anymore and as one arm wrapped around Moira's back to hold her close the other pulled her face down to kiss her passionately.
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Her other hand worked at pushing up the pencil skirt. She did enjoy the lingerie that Angela had started to wear since their arrival here and she was pleased to find the garter belt at her thigh as expected. Her fingers popped open each clasp, working them as slowly as she had the buttons as she pushed her body against the other woman's.
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So she let go long enough to shift her body in bed, leaning back on her elbows and letting her legs fall open just slightly before stretching one out as an offering to get the stocking removed. As she stretched out her leg she let her foot slide up Moira's thigh before bringing it to press in heel gently against her crotch. Her skirt meanwhile rose up offering a view of the dampened silk panties that she was wearing.
Angela knew she was attractive, and from that position on the bed she could both admire how attractive Moira was and watch for her response the heel of her foot being pressed into more sensitive areas.
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Her nails had scratched against her thigh before she'd regained her focus, going to almost tear the stocking from her leg as she went to pull it off.
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She wasn't sure whether she was moving too fast or not, but she was aching to get her mouth onto the more intimate parts of Moira and reclaim her body as her own. She teased her for awhile, fingers running against her inner thighs and lips kissing just above the auburn curls, she glanced up to Moira with a feigned look of innocence suggestive of their earlier times together when she was just learning the way Moira liked to be touched.
"Tell me what you want?"
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That chill would be long forgotten though if Angela kept up her teasing. Moira could already feel the heat spreading outward, her legs leaning slightly into the bed for support, eyes fluttering as she tried to focus. The kiss made her breath catch and a soft moan escape her for a brief second before she cut it off. She hated looking so eager so quickly.
"I want you to touch me." Her voice was surprisingly firm considering how weakened she was by her desire.
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With full access to her body Angela found that she felt powerful. Once again it was only one of them dressed, but that was going to be remedied soon enough. Besides, her shirt was at least half way off her shoulders. Edging forward on the bed, she pulled herself closer up to Moira. Her mouth found it's way to her inner thigh and slowly she moved her lips upwards in a string of kisses. When she got close enough she finally decided to give him and spread Moira's folds apart to allow her access to the more sensitive skin underneath.
She knew well enough what Moira liked and she let her tongue roll over the bump of her clitoris as her fingers travelled to her entrance to tease her there as well. The smell and taste of her was intoxicating and she let her mind and body revel in the sensations of it. At the same time she took note of Moira's pleasure and adjusting her teasing accordingly.
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The fingers that had been lightly stroking her hair gripped it roughly when she felt her tongue roll over the sensitive nub, a gasp escaping her finally, turning into a low grown as Angela's fingers started to join in on the exploration. She could feel the heat between her legs, the strong pulse of her heartbeat making every sensation that Angela gave her that much more intense. It didn't take long for her to feel her legs shaking slightly, a gentle whimper escaping from her lips.
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Her tongue meanwhile stroked harder at the nub, drawing it gently between her lips and sucking on it. Her free hand rose up over Moira's backside to grip at the toned flesh of her back. She wanted Moira to come undone under the skilled work of her hands in a way that Angela did not give to many.