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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"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.