we will save who we can

As Angela began to straighten up from her seat at the desk, pain shot up her spine and through her back muscles from sleeping in such a horrible position. The pain was certainly familiar, as she had done this many times before, but a grimace still flickered across her features. She stretched against the back of the chair with a low grunt, casting a sharp blue gaze in Moira’s direction. It was hard to deflect her flat commentary when she was already exhausted and sore.  “Yes, I am leaving,” she said, and managed to keep her tone annoyed but neutral at best. She got up from her seat and stumbled a little, legs stiff, and she grabbed her coat and her bag from underneath the desk. She carefully cleaned the workspace and got up again, grunting. “I will be going to the cafeteria after I shower. Shall I bring anything back here?” 

“Now I think you’re just being difficult on purpose,” Angela breathed lowly against her lips, her fingers working gently into Moira’s center. She added her second finger, cautious not to be too rough with the Irish woman. She was sure Moira could handle it, but being rough and causing pain just wasn’t how she intended to control the situation. As much as she desired complete control, just having Moira bound was an excellent first step.  With her free hand, she picked up the vibrator again to rest it against Moira’s clit, to allow it to work in tandem with her fingers. “That is in your nature, I suppose. You never could handle not being completely in control of a situation.” 

A rise was successfully achieved from Angela, who still somewhat doubted her capabilities now. It didn’t really bother her, but she did want Moira to have a nice time. She scowled at her. “Can you imagine if I behaved so difficulty towards you, in a situation where our roles were reversed? You would be furious,” she said, and ran her fingers up her slit to punctuate her point. The pad of her thumb rested on Moira’s clit and brushed up against it, and Angela pressed their lips together again. 

For a moment, Angela was too weary to register what had been said to her. She glanced over at Moira, her figure initially blurry before she rubbed her eyes. Her mouth tasted terrible, like old coffee from the night before. Coffee just wasn’t effective for Angela anymore; after years of all-night study sessions, she had developed an incredible resistance to the effects of caffeine. She wasn’t surprised she had fallen asleep; she was desperately trying to get a proposal together before the start of the new fiscal year for Overwatch, to request funding from Commander Morrison.  She pretended not to recognize the snark to keep herself from starting her morning in frustration. “Yes, good morning to you too, Dr. O’Deorain,” she said, and pushed herself into a sitting position. The light was slightly painful to look at and she blinked wearily, rubbing her eyes again. She respected the woman’s work and her position, at least. “My apologies. Was I bothering you?” 

Angela laughed softly against her lips, feeling warmth between her thighs with her own arousal. Watching Moira was enough to get her hot and bothered, wanting to rest her hips on her and give herself something to writhe on---but she resisted, in favour of encouraging the progression of Moira’s enjoyment. She adjusted the vibrator and rubbed it up and down smoothly, practiced with the instrument.  “Tell me where it feels best,” she murmured, lips still pressed firmly to Moira’s. She grunted lowly and sucked her lower lip, smirking. Her words came out as more of a demand than a simple request, despite the tender fashion in which they were spoken. 

“Don’t you?” Angela mused, smirking. She adjusted to press the bulb of the vibrator gently under her clitoris, carefully pinning her thighs apart as she did. “I suppose you’ll just need to find out.” She was enjoying this more by the moment, of course. Seeing the red crawling up Moira’s cheeks was a rare delight, as her girlfriend was so generally stoic and well-composed. She decided she ought to make it a mission to see her like this just a little more often, not too much that it would overdo it but just enough that it wouldn’t be so surprising next time.  She leaned over her, pressing their lips together and kissing her. She tipped her head, golden hair tickling along Moira’s cheeks and jaw. 

Angela only smirked in response, glancing up briefly to see her face. She slipped her finger in deeper and ran it up to tease where she had learned her sensitive places where, gently stroking and thrusting. Her eyes fell to Moira’s thighs and hips for indicators of what was too sensitive and what was just sensitive enough, running her wet finger up into her panties again to tease her clit. She drew away, tugging her underwear down now to remove the obstruction from the area.  She picked up the small vibrator from her box, head still covered with a condom for sanitary purposes, and touched it under Moira’s naval, flicking it on lowly against her skin. “Mm?” she hummed, as if asking. “May I?” 

Determined to make it all a positive experience, Angela bent down to softly kiss her jaw, rubbing the tip of her nose down her neck like she always did to reacquaint her with some familiar sensations. She herself rather enjoyed both sides of being submissive and dominant, and hoped to channel her most positive experiences with the former for Moira to enjoy.  “Shh. I can see you’re getting nervous, but everything is just fine, my dear,” she promised lowly, murmuring in her ear. She slid her hand down between Moira’s thighs to gently tease her through her underwear again, fingers idly stroking along as she spoke. “Nothing will hurt. I am just going to play with your senses a little bit and make you feel very nice, and then it will be all done and I think you’ll feel better.” She sucked a soft kiss off the corner of her jaw, slipping her finger in one side of her panties to run her finger gently into her sex. 

“Well I happen to enjoy being blindfolded, I thought I ought to show you what all the hype is about darling,” Angela teased affectionately, and adjusted herself to fit the blindfold over Moira. She adjusted it to be comfortable for her and then went back down to start her delicate work again.  “I wonder how long it will take for you to change your attitude about this,” Angela mused aloud, still sitting on Moira’s thighs. She ran her fingernails up her stomach, over her breasts, along her collarbone, just to add some surprising stimulation while she was blind. It was really nice to have her way with her girlfriend, just stroking and massaging gently along her abdomen until she was satisfied. Next, she withdraw a small vibrator from her box and fitted the top of it with a condom, just for sanitary purposes, but did nothing with it yet. “Ready for something else?”