Yes. [ It's almost growled, not wanting seeds of doubt about it all. ] I wasn't feeling a single thing until after I got the blood on me. I'm not a teenager who gets flustered whenever some beautiful woman so much as acknowledges her.
It is not silly. [ She huffed, before wiping some of the remaining blood that was stuck to her skin onto one of her hands, reaching out and going to grab onto the bare skin of Angela's arm that was exposed after. ] But fine. See for yourself.
[ The look of abject terror on her face can't be missed. She hadn't really wanted to just dive in like that and she quickly shoves Moira aside enough to get her arm under the water. ]
[ The indignation is heavy in her voice as she tries to push past her and get the water back on. ] You have absolutely no bedside manner. [ She doesn't want the stuff on her skin, and doesn't seem to care that Moira is naked next to her.
And as she tries to push her way in, she suddenly feels the rush of warmth and is acutely aware of Moira's body. Her cheeks redden and she goes instead to try and get out of the shower and towards the sink. ]
[ The moment she started to see the flush at face, Moira reached around her, going to flip the water back on as quickly as she'd turned it off. It had made her point.
It also meant getting closer to her, and rather than letting her go to try and go to the sink, Moira's hands went to grip at her waist, pulling her back and pushing her more firmly up against the wall. ]
Perhaps not, but I know when I'm right, and that's what matters most.
[ Angela had not been expecting the shower to get turned back on and suddenly her lab coat and garments are getting wet. She also wasn't expecting Moira to push her up against the wall. She felt a gasp escape her lips and she shivered under the touch. ]
I...I have to get clean Moira... I...I can't have this on my skin.
[ It wasn't as if there was even a lot of the blood on her, but the way she felt and the way Moira was looking at her suggested that they might act on whatever this effect was. ]
[ The words were almost purred against her as Moira's lips started to brush with the ghost of a touch against Angela's neck. In her normal state of mind, she may not have been so forward, but the pulsing ache makes it hard to think of being proper at the moment. ]
[ Angela was suddenly acutely aware of the wall against her back and water that was probably completely ruining her clothing. Despite that, she found that she hardly cared about those things. Moira was here and she was so close and she wanted her there. She wasn't quite sure how much of that was her own desire for her colleague or the effect of the blood on her skin. Either way she didn't back out or fight her off. ]
This is a bad idea...
[ Everything in her body language, down to the way she leaned her head back to allow Moira access to her throat said she thought nothing of the sort. That instead maybe this was a very good idea. ]
uh general nsfw warning for the rest of this thread is prob a good call
[ Moira's lips continued to move over Angela's throat, her knee pushing itself between her legs as her hands started to work at the buttons of her blouse. She had nearly scrubbed most of the blood from her person, it was hard to tell whether or not it was still lingering effects or if she had just desired this sort of closeness more than she cared to admit. Either way, it all worked for a fairly good excuse to try her best to get her way with the other doctor. ]
A terrible idea, likely. [ Her hips ground into hers, teeth nipping at the skin. ] Just as terrible as it was at the Masquerade, I'm sure.
Yes...same as the masquerade. It was totally wrong...
[ She actually hadn't had many regrets around then, just dismissed it for what it was, a quick fuck in a dark corner of some random place. This felt much more intense. Just the feeling of having another body up against her was enough to make her go mad with desire. The water was still coming down and the blood was off her arm at this point, but she had no interest in stopping.
She was fast enough to kick off her shoes so they wouldn't be destroyed, but then she shrunk by several inches and emphasized the difference between their heights. Angela was quick to stand entirely on her toes to keep Moira's lips against her throat, but her feet were slipping out from under her.]
[ Moira wasn't about to let Angela slip out of her reach or force herself to bend in half practically in order to enjoy her. No - instead, she bent her knees slightly, going to place her hands at the back of each of Angela's thighs, before quickly lifting her up off of the ground.
She used a combination of her strength and the leverage of the wall she had her pinned to in order to get her up high enough that their hips were even with one another, and certainly giving her the ability to look at her face without craning her neck.
She waited a moment, a playful smirk on her face, before she went to press her lips hungrily against hers. ]
[ Angela didn't complain at all as she felt Moira lift her up off the ground and push her roughly against the wall. When she looked into Moira's face she knew she wasn't hiding her feelings very well at all. Her face showed a mixture of desire and confusion. She supposed she should have expected something like this after the tension and what had been happening with the masquerade as well as the boats during the fair.
But still it was a little surprising and exciting to be here again like this.
It occurred to her that she was still dressed and that Moira was not and she didn't even seem to mind it. Taking advantage of that Angela bucked her hips into the other woman's as she kissed her back. ]
[ Moira let a low groan as she felt her hips push against her, nails scraping against her thighs (ones that had been kept shorter than her usual, even, since the Masquerade, if one had taken notice; like she may have been expecting this at some point) as she used the thrusting motion to her advantage and started to push up the fabric of Angela's skirt. She let her fingers trace the hem of her underwear when she reached it, before slowly pulling her hands back, making sure to continue to tease her the best that she could.
Not that she was sure she could handle taking things slow in the moment. No, it wouldn't really do at all. It was fairly clear by the impatience in her kisses, the rough nip at her lips, that she'd had no intention what-so-ever of making this a drawn out process. ]
[ She is glad that Moira has her held so well because between the effect of the blood and the near desperation to have Moira's hands on her, she is trembling. When she feels Moira's hands against her she can't even stop the moan that escapes her throat. It's raw and guttural and her hips push against her hand with a hope that she'll give more.
This was not unlike it had been back during the masquerade. The alcohol had had a similar effect and Angela's mind started to stray back to memories of being pushed up against the wall with Moira's face between her legs. There was another thrust closer to those fingers as she remembered how good Moira could make her feel. ]
[ Any patience she seemed to have went out the window at the thrust she gave, fingers moving to quickly push the cloth of her underwear to the side before one slid along her folds. She gave it a moment, but only that, before she started to push those lips apart, moving the tip of her middle finger over her entrance to find the heat of her arousal, moving the wetness there around as her fingers searched out her clit next.
She did her best to shield her hips from the water, knowing how quickly it could dry her out if she wasn't careful, and wanting this to last long enough to at least get her to cum around her fingers. ]
[ As soon as Moira's fingers are against the most sensitive areas of her body, she's whimpering. Her back arches against the wall and one on her hands reaches up to slap the wall of the shower. Her fingers splay out and her nails drag against the concrete as if she is trying desperately to get some grounding to what she is feeling.
Her hips thrust against the touches and she can practically feel her entrance making a desperate attempt to pull Moira's fingers into her body.
Her eyes open and she looks at Moira with all the desire the world, the tall woman had a heavy effect on her and as her eyelids slipped shut again it was obvious just how lost she was. ]
[ The reaction brings a hungry grin to Moira's features, one that clear when their eyes meet as Angela take the moment to look at her. She continued to tease over her, let her fingers move in ever closer circles, before one tip began to push gently against her entrance.
There was a lowly groaned, 'Fuck' at the feeling of her muscles trying so desperate to suck her in, and she waited only a moment, before pushing her first finger in to the knuckle. It was only a thrust or two before a second finger joined, pressing in as deep as she could get them, crooking slightly to find that sensitive bundle of nerves at the back of her sex.
She hummed low, burying her face against her neck as she let out a shaky breath. ]
[ The words echo in her ears and drive a wave of pleasure through her. Moira had always known that speaking to her like that could get such a delightful reaction out of her. This time was no difference and she thrust her body down against those feelings, encouraging them to continue to rub against the sensitive area at the back of her.
Her fingers were so long that it was easy for her to get at both the back and front of the nerves that made up her clitoris. As she enjoyed the pleasure she brought her fingers to drag against the nape of Moira's neck. Her nails dug in against the area of her neck that she remembered well for it's sensitivities. ]
And...I forgot how good it feels when you fuck it.
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[ She was embarrassed at the thought. ]
And I don't know, this place has made us act strangely at times.
[ She thinks for a moment before thinking of a possible idea. ]
Well, perhaps I need to touch it to see if it is like that.
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You can't be serious.
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You said yourself you weren't going to catch anything from it.
[ Moira may be the one that experiments on herself, but it's not like Angela will refuse to do what is needed to figure out a cause. ]
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Well, how else am I going to prove you wrong about such a silly notion as aphrodisiac blood!
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Are you insane!?
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[ The indignation is heavy in her voice as she tries to push past her and get the water back on. ] You have absolutely no bedside manner. [ She doesn't want the stuff on her skin, and doesn't seem to care that Moira is naked next to her.
And as she tries to push her way in, she suddenly feels the rush of warmth and is acutely aware of Moira's body. Her cheeks redden and she goes instead to try and get out of the shower and towards the sink. ]
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It also meant getting closer to her, and rather than letting her go to try and go to the sink, Moira's hands went to grip at her waist, pulling her back and pushing her more firmly up against the wall. ]
Perhaps not, but I know when I'm right, and that's what matters most.
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I...I have to get clean Moira... I...I can't have this on my skin.
[ It wasn't as if there was even a lot of the blood on her, but the way she felt and the way Moira was looking at her suggested that they might act on whatever this effect was. ]
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[ The words were almost purred against her as Moira's lips started to brush with the ghost of a touch against Angela's neck. In her normal state of mind, she may not have been so forward, but the pulsing ache makes it hard to think of being proper at the moment. ]
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This is a bad idea...
[ Everything in her body language, down to the way she leaned her head back to allow Moira access to her throat said she thought nothing of the sort. That instead maybe this was a very good idea. ]
uh general nsfw warning for the rest of this thread is prob a good call
A terrible idea, likely. [ Her hips ground into hers, teeth nipping at the skin. ] Just as terrible as it was at the Masquerade, I'm sure.
Yup. Turn around. Sexytiems ahead.
[ She actually hadn't had many regrets around then, just dismissed it for what it was, a quick fuck in a dark corner of some random place.
This felt much more intense. Just the feeling of having another body up against her was enough to make her go mad with desire. The water was still coming down and the blood was off her arm at this point, but she had no interest in stopping.
She was fast enough to kick off her shoes so they wouldn't be destroyed, but then she shrunk by several inches and emphasized the difference between their heights. Angela was quick to stand entirely on her toes to keep Moira's lips against her throat, but her feet were slipping out from under her.]
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She used a combination of her strength and the leverage of the wall she had her pinned to in order to get her up high enough that their hips were even with one another, and certainly giving her the ability to look at her face without craning her neck.
She waited a moment, a playful smirk on her face, before she went to press her lips hungrily against hers. ]
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But still it was a little surprising and exciting to be here again like this.
It occurred to her that she was still dressed and that Moira was not and she didn't even seem to mind it. Taking advantage of that Angela bucked her hips into the other woman's as she kissed her back. ]
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Not that she was sure she could handle taking things slow in the moment. No, it wouldn't really do at all. It was fairly clear by the impatience in her kisses, the rough nip at her lips, that she'd had no intention what-so-ever of making this a drawn out process. ]
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This was not unlike it had been back during the masquerade. The alcohol had had a similar effect and Angela's mind started to stray back to memories of being pushed up against the wall with Moira's face between her legs. There was another thrust closer to those fingers as she remembered how good Moira could make her feel. ]
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She did her best to shield her hips from the water, knowing how quickly it could dry her out if she wasn't careful, and wanting this to last long enough to at least get her to cum around her fingers. ]
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Her hips thrust against the touches and she can practically feel her entrance making a desperate attempt to pull Moira's fingers into her body.
Her eyes open and she looks at Moira with all the desire the world, the tall woman had a heavy effect on her and as her eyelids slipped shut again it was obvious just how lost she was. ]
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There was a lowly groaned, 'Fuck' at the feeling of her muscles trying so desperate to suck her in, and she waited only a moment, before pushing her first finger in to the knuckle. It was only a thrust or two before a second finger joined, pressing in as deep as she could get them, crooking slightly to find that sensitive bundle of nerves at the back of her sex.
She hummed low, burying her face against her neck as she let out a shaky breath. ]
I forgot how good your cunt feels.
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Her fingers were so long that it was easy for her to get at both the back and front of the nerves that made up her clitoris. As she enjoyed the pleasure she brought her fingers to drag against the nape of Moira's neck. Her nails dug in against the area of her neck that she remembered well for it's sensitivities. ]
And...I forgot how good it feels when you fuck it.