angelic fics

Ahh yes. Another wonderful night of festivities planned by the Overwatch's incessant events team. Despite their endless emails and fruitless attempts to catch Moira in her labs she had done rather well for herself to avoid them till now. Alas, not even a genius can evade what is inevitable. She was eventually cornered and rushed by a particularly persuasive member of their admin, hastily shoved an invite to the final company-wide Christmas party and told that her attendance was mandatory- and should she not show her face then her Christmas bonus would be invalid. A cheap tactic, but she applauded them for their eventual win over her. This yearly bonus was nothing to scoff at after all, Overwatch seemed to truly embrace the season of giving- even towards their Blackwatch employees. Moira supposed that she could show her face, put up with the horrid music and dancing and festive spirit for one hour at most before retreating to her company quarters.

But there she sat, two hours into the party, about an hour and a half into their open bar. She somehow found herself sticking around long after her cordial "Hello." and "Me? Enjoying the festivities... of course." directed mainly at Winston. She felt less burdened by the noise and constant kerfuffle around her when she was nursing a rich, sweet brandy, swirling it around the chilled glass between her nimble fingers. She'd made an effort with her appearance no doubt, exchanging her modest and practical lab coat for a floor length gown with an swooping cowl neck, very apt for the semi-formal dress code on the invite. A pair of lengthy opera gloves sealed the deal by serving elegance and a purpose (to cover the growing amount of her arm that was tainted by a diseased purple). The satin material reflected all manner of deep purples blues and lilacs under the many disco lights- perhaps attracting more attention than desired. Attention from a certain someone. You.

The new lab technicians assistant- not even the lab technician, the assistant. You kept to yourself, quiet reserved and efficient- but civil nonetheless. The two of you were acquaintances at best having barely spoke beyond orders for chemicals and equipment and their delivery to her lab. Your mystery had enticed her at first, she wondered how someone so shy and soft spoken ended up in such a bustling environment filled with noise, deadlines and at times- danger. Still, as she looked at you from the bar she concluded that there was nothing interesting about you at all, as you were currently ferociously dancing with an elated Dr. Ziegler to ABBA's 'Dancing Queen'. Typical youths, she thought, drunk and disorderly behavior at a work event. She soon realised the mistake of diverting her attention to anywhere other than her drink. She preemptively rolled her eyes when your gaze locked to hers and you begun making your way to her quiet(er) corner, laughing heartily as you left Angela on the dance floor. She took a moment to take in your outfit, a high-necked black mini-dress with some sheer burgundy tights. She noted that heels were clearly foreign to you as you wobbled like a newborn faun over to the bar table. Endearing.

You hoisted yourself onto a stool and giggled nervously to yourself, "Didn't expect to see you here tonight Dr O'Deorain,,, thought this would be much too exciting for your taste." She was thoroughly taken aback by how confident and pronounced you were- perhaps you weren't so shy after-all. She smiled crookedly and raised a hand in defeat, seeming almost happy to entertain conversation with you. Or maybe she was just curious to see what you were like when you weren't hiding for some reason behind a storage trolley- what she could prod and poke out of you in your inebriated state. "You would be correct in that assumption, but I could say the same about you." She turned her body towards yours, leaning her arm on the bar to meet you at eye level. She studied your telling face, watching your eyes dart down as she crossed her legs, briefly exposing her sharp heel and ankle. "You're always so quiet when I summon you to my labs...I think this is the most I've heard of your voice." She lowered her gaze and chuckled as you absentmindedly ordered a drink. "I can not fathom why you would be so hesitant to make conversation at work." You took a sip from your shmancy glass and smiled sheepishly. "Same reason as everyone else Doctor, I'm only human." Moira drained the remnants of her brandy and moved herself closer. "And what reason would that be?" You could have sworn you felt the end of her heel ghost around your ankle, sending a ticklish sliver up your body. "W-well. You know- your reputation precedes you... y-you're known to be a bit- uh." You took a hasty sip of your drink. Moira lent back and finished your sentence for you, "Discourteous, hostile, dismissive, uncooperative...mean. Take your pick." You giggled again nervously, thinking of her stern and scornful face that you couldn't help but want to see desperately.

You couldn't possibly disclose that the reason you avoided her so avidly was that you had a rampant workplace crush- which even you couldnt rationalise, because Moira WAS generally as others described her. But tonight, you certainly got an eye-full of what was to fall for. Her slender and elegant figure was usually hidden behind a more than modest lab coat- you almost felt like a prude when your stomach twisted with butterflies at the sight of her collarbones- the pale freckled skin just above her chest. For a second your mind wandered to how it might feel to run your fingers over them- would she feel tickled? Would she shiver and laugh or would she remain still. As your attention was carried away from the conversation you thought harder about why you liked her so much. Perhaps you didn't mind her supposed 'harsh' tongue- maybe you didn't mind the way she crowded your space and cornered you to scold you on your mistakes. Maybe you didn't mind the feeling of her eyes boring through your foggy, flustered head.

"Is anybody home? Or are you so impossibly intoxicated that you can't hold a conversation with me?" You snapped back to the conversation to Moira inches from your face. You dread to imagine how flushed your cheeks must have been as she withdrew. Picking up your drink with a sweaty hand you practically chugged it, hoping that the extra alcohol would help distract and potentially lead you away from this dangerous interaction. "Why did you come over to speak with me, hm? If I'm such impertinent company?" She watched your thighs tighten together, your hair falling ungracefully over your face. "I- uh. I just- y'know, I've never seen you outside of work before and you just looked so- I mean, you were-" You cursed yourself for rushing on the alcohol all throughout the night, now totally helpless trying to string a sentence together. You racked your brains. "I thought I would come and offer you company because nobody should be drinking alone at a Christmas party!" You said hastily, letting out a large sigh as you finished. "How generous of you." Moira flagged the bartender, signaling for another drink- two of them. "Do you want to know what I think?" You picked up your empty glass, desperate to do something with your hands which were now stupidly close to relieving the growing ache between your thighs. "I hypothesize, that you don't think I'm such poor company at all." This time you absolutely felt her foot drag up your calf, and this time you know she saw how your whole body tensed in response to the contact. You looked around briefly to see if anyone else was witnessing it- or to see if somehow you'd fallen asleep and were now dreaming.

Jesus Christ. Moira O'Deorain- flirting, with you. You had ruled anything with her out of the question- hell, you'd guessed she had limited interest in any sort of intimacy at all. Let alone with you. Your addled mind couldn't even fathom that she could be putting on a front- playing with you, just for the love of the game. "I've wondered for some time if your childish avoidance was a product of attraction, introversion or a simple symptom of gossip. I suppose now that I have my answer, what shall I do with it?" You wondered of she would allow you to pry further. It was clear neither of you were quite- hem- vanilla. You wondered what she would do to you, what you'd never even explored yourself. Scenarios that you never would have considered without her involvement.

The truth of the matter was, however, that Moira was not the slightest bit interested in a relationship, not now anyway. She was far too busy to delegate real attention to a fleshy, horny, emotion ridden thing such as yourself. She was, however, interested in entertainment. Perhaps for the night. Perhaps in the coming days at work. The possibilities were practically endless when she could summon you to her labs at any time- perhaps even under the guise of needing 'help'. She wondered how far she could push you, how far astray your blind and inexperienced self would allow her to lead you. She supposed she would just have to find out.

You could have sworn your breath was steaming in front of you against the cold winter air within the Abbey, despite the pull to walk away and hide in your quarters you pushed yourself to march forwards down echoing cobbled corridors. Vespers were to begin in 5 minutes, everyone would already be gathered in the chapel so there was no chance of being seen-

"And where might you be off to, Sister?" You tunnel vision was interrupted by the tall cloaked figure of Mother Superior O'Deorain rounding the corner. You near bumped into her before stepping away and bowing your head to hide your flushed cheeks. "I- Nowhere mother." "I certainly hope not, for you should be on your way to the chapel and you're running in quite wrong direction for that."

Caught

"Now I advise you tell the truth before I have to write another report regarding your lateness and general absence from prayer rec-" Your heart sank at the idea of another formal disciplinary, any more and you'd be send away from the Abbey. "Please don't! They'll- Please don't write to the Priest again Mother, I beg of you-" "Beg not my child, speak the truth and all will be forgotten" Her expressed remained as it always did, reserved and unintelligible. You sighed in resignation, rolling the soft cotton of your veil between your fingers.

"I was on my way to confessional, Mother." You couldn't possibly tell her any more.

"And could this confession not wait until after your nightly Vespers?"

You shook your head. Glancing up past the floor you felt your lips loosen. Guilt plagued your mind and heart and fear of god made you tremble. "I must get this off my chest or I fear it will drag me through the floor, Mother. There's a horrible feeling in my heart, and-" Before you could weep any further a slender finger was pressed to your pouting lips. Before you could protest she had wrapped her arm around your shoulder, a firm grip leading you down the hallway...towards confessional.

She opened the door for you, the dark shadowed box seemed to suck you in. As you perched onto the wooden bench you felt tears begin to well in your eyes again- this couldn't be happening. You couldn't confess to her, no matter how badly the sickness in your heart was begging you to do. She lit and passed you a small candle, intended to show God's presence at the scene. You didn't want him here. Not right now. you were so enveloped in your thoughts you hadn't noticed her shut you in and take her own pew, just the other side of the divider. Her sharp features only barely made out by the residue of your own candle light. You had never been so privileged to sit so close to the Mother Superior, let alone gaze at her features. Her strong brow was furrowed and you noted her eyes closed lightly in prayer. "We may begin whenever you are ready, Sister" You sat in silence for another minute, in deep contemplation. You had only been part of the Abbey for four months now- the lifestyle suited you well; a rigid schedule, lack of worldly possessions and no pressure to conform to the whims of men, other than God. You slowly drew a cross over your chest with your shaking hand.

"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen. Bless me Mother, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession."

"And how have you sinned?" Her voice was quiet and calm.

Your whole body burnt under your Habit, sweat forming on your brow and saliva gathering into your mouth. "I- I have been.I-" You took a deep breath. "I have been experiencing thoughts- and... and feelings that I am unfamiliar with. And they are against the will of god." It was a lie that you were unfamiliar. Ever since secluding yourself with the women of the Abbey you'd felt nothing but these 'feelings'. Especially for Mother O'Deorain. Even before taking your vow's you'd felt the pull to dedicate yourself to a life with women- and now you'd had all you ever wished for you couldn't help but feel like you were not serving God. Even now, with her leading voice so close you felt your stomach turn with undeniable lust.

"These feeling, sweet one. Tell me about them. How they manifest in your body." Your breath caught in your throat as the air shifted.

"It feels like fire. Hot fire burning in my chest and- and." You trailed off, unable to finish.

"You feel it in your heart, in your stomach and in your loins." Her tone was firm, as if she was so sure of herself, like she had felt this feeling before. You hesitated. "I didn't think you would understand." You felt her shift in her compartment. And suddenly the door to your cubicle was open, exposing you flushed, teary and vulnerable. Her looming figure blocked all light save from the weakening candle, and as she bowed her head through the low doorway the gust of chilling air that followed blew the flame out entirely, plunging you into darkness. Your heart almost leapt out of your chest. Would she help relieve you of these feelings weighing you down? Your mind raced with questions- lust was between a man and a woman, what could she possibly do to you?

Her eyes were shadowed as she gazed down her nose at your trembling body, hunched and hiding within itself. She beckoned with two fingers for you to rise, and you did so silently. She then took a slender figure and feathered your face with it, wiping the salty residue of your tears across your cheek; her thumb tilted your chin upwards before probing around your slightly swollen lips. You felt under scrutiny, like she was making a blueprint of your face in her mind. She slid her finger into your mouth, warm and welcoming for her. All for a sudden the feelings you had been harboring for months were spilling out of you in all ways; gathering sweat, welling tears and slick gathering in your undergarments. As you went to speak her thumb pinned down your tongue, proper enunciation becoming impossible. "M-Mother I-" "Moira." You were taken aback by the proposal, nobody every referred to Mother Superior by her first name. You shook your head in protest- you couldn't disrespect her like that, never mind when she was being so kind as to help you with such little judgement. "You will call me by my name or I shan't continue, and you can fester in your sin until some other kind soul takes care of you." Her sudden harshness shot you in the heart, you were used to warmth and leadership from all your surroundings- to be met with a cold and demanding tone wasn't pleasant at all so you felt it best to oblige. Not to mention the desire in your chest was overwhelming as you felt your unmentionables throbbing painfully. "Moira-" She released your jaw, allowing you to speak. "Forgive me for my ignorance... but how could you possibly help me?"

It was then that Moira realized what exactly you were. Young, naive and virgin. She could convince you of anything- make you do anything. She gazed with perverted curiosity into your wide unknowing eyes. She knew of your attraction to her because she could feel the heat radiating from your body right now and she always note the audible nervousness whenever the two of you bumped into each other. She had you, very literally, in the palm of her hand. Moira wiped her now wet thumb across your lips, closing the space between you.

Slipping past you she sat on the bench, patting her knee. "Sit with me, I have much to teach you." You swallowed, discreetly. Was this truly orthodox? Was this going to help? You could only feel the desire between your legs growing with each passing minute. Moira looked at you darkly, "I will not have my generosity taken advantage of, Sister. might I remind you of the consequences of not correcting your behavior?" She was right- you had to do this, life without your Sisters was to be unbearable; so you must do as she says. As you lowered yourself on to her lap, with her thigh between yours the subtle relief was delicious, you felt the urge to rock back and fourth but resisted- instead grounding your hands into your lap. Moira's arms came around you, guiding you to lean back into her. "Have you every touched yourself, my lamb?" You squeaked in surprise at the probing question, unsure what the correct answer was. "Right... here?" Her hand moved to hike up your long skirt and cup your pussy, pressing her thumb oh so gently against your clothed clit. You shut your eyes tight as unexplored pleasure shot through your body. Moira tutted and cooed, "Ohh I don't think you have now, have you?" you shook your head defiantly ,"I- I did. Once. It's what I came to confess today." She feigned a gasp and asked, "And what did you do? That was so ungodly you felt such urgency to confess?" You shook your head again, too embarrassed and ashamed to answer. You felt her begin to rub gentle circles over your parts- places you didn't even know the name of, that you'd never been allowed to look at- until now. The onslaught of pleasure and new feelings overwhelmed you and you gripped her wrist to pull her hand away. "P-please. I cant- we cant." With unprecedented strength she removed your hand form her wrist, pinning your arms behind you and rendering you helpless to her advances- but her tone was heavy with lust and you felt compelled to submit as your mind clouded with how good she was making you feel- better than you'd ever made yourself feel. "I-It was after Vespers a night ago. I- went to bed and skipped my nightly prayer." Moira occupied her free hand with your lips again, running her thumb over them and wondering to herself if you'd ever allow her to kiss you. "And then what happened, sweet thing, what did you do? Did you pleasure yourself?"

You thought back to that evening, how desperate you were for respite from the dull tedious throb of your loins. You recalled pressing the heel of your own shoe into your parts during Vespers as you knelt at Moira's feet while she prayed over you and your fellow sisters. You then thought about what you did in your bedroom after the fact. "I took my pillow and- I- I rolled it up and I...I put it where it hurt..." Moira chuckled lowly, "And where does it hurt, lamb?" She hooked her other leg between your thighs using them as leverage to keep yours spread open. She nimbly slid her hand under the waistband of your modest panties, now soaked with slick. "Maybe... here?" She cruelly flicked your swollen bud and you cried out, feeling more than just pain; still, as you arched your body away from her she held you down. "Remember that this is what you wanted, you practically pleaded for my help and it's my duty to guide you through sin." Her words echoed around your empty head, you wanted this- you wanted this? You couldn't remember anymore.

You felt her fingers move beyond your clit and further down and your eyes grew wide with fear. She felt your change and hushed you, her left arm wrapping around your whole torso to keep you still. "Now now hold still, do not make this harder than it has to be. Trust in Mother like you always have and it will all be alright." You begin to gentle weep as two of her slender fingers dipped into your slit. "Please Mother no- please! I am saving myself, I'm a virgin- Please!" Your writhing and babbles fell on deaf ears. "Saving yourself for who Sister? No man, not even God can fill the chasm in your soul after accepting that the touch of a woman is all that you desire- ask me how I know." The sudden feeling of fullness cut your thinking short and made your breath halt as she slipped her fingers inside of your lubed pussy. Your mouth fell open into a moan as she begun pumping her fingers in and out of you, setting a slow but steady pace. "See, now that wasn't so bad was it?" You continued to weep and moan, pushing feebly against her in a weak attempt to stop her. "P-please M-Moira- I can't, I've never-" "Oh but you can my lamb, and you are.." You didn't know what you needed anymore- you desired her, you had needed relief for so long and she felt so good- like she knew every crevice of your body better than you ever could. Still somehow the feeling was so overstimulating and unheard of you couldn't help but fight back. Especially when the feeling of her restraining you, her arm pressed so tightly around you- the knowledge that you couldn't stop her, even if you really wanted to. It was excitement you had never felt before. It brought a morbid sort of comfort, not having to think or act for yourself.

You allowed yourself the freedom to whine and press back into her, breathing in and immersing yourself in her scent. She had always carried the aroma of the library with her, wonderfully aged books and blotting ink- as well as the rich fruity notes of red wine used for daily communion. "Awhh, where did all that fight go, hm? I thought you were saving your innocence? Or does it feel too good to stop now?" You felt her smile devilishly into the back of your head as she chuckled lowly. "I suppose a sweet, scared thing like you wouldn't have dared to believe a sin could feel so wonderful." While she pumped in and out- you couldn't help but notice an odd feeling in your stomach, a feeling that you didn't know if you liked. You felt it throb and twist like a coil begin wound and wound- prepping to snap. The pressure was almost anxiety inducing, what was happening to you ? "Can you feel it? The tightness building in your abdomen?" You gave a curt nod. "I- What's going to happen? It- It feels strange" She continued to fuck you slowly and rhythmically, and her thumb raised up again to press your clit gently. "Just relax and allow it to happen, you have nothing to fear in my arms- I would never do anything that would hurt you." You felt the feeling rise exponentially. "N-No I- It's too much Moira I can't-" You felt your breath hitch as the feeling overwhelmed you, you pushed and fought against her but there was no escape from her touch, heat or smell. When your stifled moans turned to wails of uncertain pleasure her hand came to close around your mouth. You huffed and puffed against her palm to no avail. "You can and you will. And you will never be the same- you will be enlightened, just wait!" She increased her pace to one too brutal and too fast, her knuckles were sure to bruise your sensitive skin; you clenched around her hard as you felt the feeling reach a peak, an end. You shut your eyes tight and cried out into her hand, arching your back into her fingers as she rolled your clit under her experienced thumb to take you through your first orgasm. You gripped, white knuckled, onto her thighs beneath you as your legs shook uncontrollably over hers. The pleasure was blinding, searing and overwhelming, weak tears began to flow again as you came crashing from your high. She made no complaints when your body shook and curled against her own, heaving deeply once she'd removed her hand from your face. "Shh Now breath and tell me you don't feel better, hm?" You took gasping breaths, focusing on how her hands provided a grounding grip on your shoulders, relaxing your limbs after being tense and curled like a withering spider. "I- I feel tired. I feel..." You shuffled to the side to face her better, getting a good look at her face now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark. You could see she was lightly flushed, her hair and collar tousled from where you'd fought against her. You noticed that aside from a light throb, the fire that had been burning in your chest for days has calmed significantly. "I feel...better- not so..." "Needy? Desperate?" You laughed faintly, "I Suppose...But- What happens now?"

Before answering she removed her fingers from your undergarments and placed them in her mouth. You noted how her tongue lapped up your residue and bookmarked the scene for later. Moira helped you rise to your feet and smoothed out your Habit, so there was no evidence of what had happened (aside from your very red face and shaky legs). "What happens now, is I want you to go to your chambers and think, not pray. I want you to ask yourself, if what you felt was a sin- if what happened between us wasn't right...then why would it have felt so good?" You pondered her point for a second before realizing that the shameful burn had also released you. Perhaps she was right.

"Now if these... feelings... should ever arise again, I want you to seek my company before it begins to impact your daily duties. Is that understood, Sister?" Again, you thought? These feelings could come back? Your heart sparked at the idea of another encounter such as this- perhaps elsewhere; in her quarters...in the garden...on the altar.

And with that, the two of you left to part ways- Vespers would be long over by now and it was time for a well-earned rest. Hopefully, you thought, filled with dreams of Moira.

You blinked slowly, head lulling to the side as the quiet hum of Moira's darkened lab only worsened your lethargy. You gazed up from your chair... her head was still buried in a microscope, nimble fingers working the dials on the side and scratching notes on a pad resting in her lap.

After another 10 minutes of desolate silence you'd decided enough was enough, you got up suddenly and picked up your long-packed bag ready to take yourself home. The heated anticipation of finally having a night together had long been latent. At your movement she finally reared her head and sighed, defeated. A beat of silence before you turned your nose up at her and pivoted again to leave.

"Don't be like that Me Chroí." She drew out her words and her tone stopped you. Soft and almost inviting, her cadence wrapping itself around your thoughts and beckoning you back towards her. You turned to face her. She'd turned her high chair to face you openly, resting her head in hand as she scoped you. Her hair was tousled and her face lit brightly from the warm desk lamp illuminating the whole room. She extended her hand and beckoned you over. As you came she parted her legs slightly and signaled for you to kneel between them- you basked in her body's heat and situated your head against her knee, the cotton of her long trousers brushing your cheek. "Are you feeling a little neglected, hm?" You nodded in silence, shuffling even closer, "Ohh you poor lamb" Even knowing her mocking intent you couldn't help but whine in agreement, eyes fluttering shut when her hand ran itself through your hair. "I hope you know I'm still not ready to leave,,, but I suppose there's no reason I can't allow you some relief until I'm done." You mind sparked with possibilities- did she have a toy for you hidden in this room somewhere?! Would she allow you to pleasure her while she worked? The toe of her black leather boot brushed between your thighs, prying them apart- your skirt riding up in the process to leave you exposed. "H-huh?" You shivered violently when she lifted her leg, the shoe making harsh contact with your clothed pussy. "M-Moira nooo- please just touch me!" "I am touching you." "Properly- please!" "If you know whats good for you, you'll take what you're given until I am finished with my work- which might I remind you is significantly more important than your incessant arousal."

You thought about it, thought about how this made you look. Desperate- dirty, animalistic...and slowly you lowered yourself onto her boot. The pressure on your now blooming heat was good- not much but just enough to re-ignite the feeling in your abdomen. You lent your head on her leg again and began moving yourself back and fourth, your slick quickly soaking through your panties and sticking to her shoe. "Good choice." She moved her chair again slightly and just like that, returned to her work. You whined and gasped quietly beneath her, twitching and shaking every time your swollen clit hit the firm leather. Imagining how wet and sticky her boot would be after the fact made your head spin- knowing she'd tease and bully you over the mess you made doing something so debauched.

Having spent the day thinking of nothing but your release, you could see it already on the horizon and you were only brought closer by her hand occasionally coming to stroke your hair and her mumbled words of encouragement. "For someone opposed to the idea at first, you seem to be enjoying yourself, hm?" "M-Mhm..." You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip as you lent back on your hands and continued to rock your hips. "It certainly looks it. Are you enjoying acting like a thoughtless mutt and humping my boot? Are you going to orgasm over this- wouldn't put it past you." "Oh- fuck." You reached down and moved your ruined panties to the side, fucking yourself bare- the material was harsh on your delicate skin but the gentle burn only added to the degrading feeling of it all. You continued to rutt- chasing your orgasm in circles as her boot provided just short of the relief you so desperately needed- until suddenly she withdrew. You attempted to move forwards and chase but she rose from the chair and looked down on you. "Ready to go ho-" "No! Come back- I was so close-" Your face fell in a deep frown as your felt your orgasm slipping away. "Oh but you were so desperate to leave earlier, now you want to stay?" "Yes! I mean- No- I- I was so close, please!"

"Would you like to finish now, right here, on my boot?" She knelt down and brushed your hair out your face, "Or would you like to go home and be treated for the whole evening?"

The two of you were almost isolated in the shared research hall, tucked away amongst shelves upon shelves of books, papers, and articles. The lighting was low and atmosphere pin silent- as study and reading spaces often are. You hadn’t intended this to be an eventful trip, but traipsing after the Doctors diligent pace- being made to carry her items snd notes whilst she perused in silence, all of it undeniably made you flush. She deliberately asked you to recover items she knew you couldn’t reach, watching amused as you clumsily jumped to fetch a book before reaching a slender arm and getting it herself, chuckling lowly knowing you were getting off on being made to display your own incapability. You were made to do this a few times before she decided you’d been teased enough.

“Put your hands on this shelf. Up on your toes if you must.” Her voice was dangerously loud, you strained your ears to try and gauge if anyone else could have heard. You quietly parted your legs when Moira’s fingers snaked under your pencil skirt and slid between your thighs. This was risky- but manageable. Her warm torso came to meet yours, closing the distance between you and pressing your body into the shelf in front of you. The smell of paper, ink and her filled your nose as you shifted your weight from side to side, struggling to stay balanced just from the ghosting touches. You exhaled sharply when the pad of her finger circled your clothed clit. She tutted quietly to herself, most likely remarking at the dampness already present. “Simply cannot take you anywhere, can I?”

Before you could object she had moved your panties to one side and was probing your entrance.

“N-not here- what if so-“ “Nobody will see, nor hear if you keep your mouth closed.” With no hesitation she inserted her middle and ring fingers, bottoming out and curling them inside of you causing you to gasp and clamp your lips closed. Moira began slowly pumping her fingers, quickly making a sticky mess. The sheer sound of skin to skin was lewd enough, let alone the moans and gasps you were working so hard to keep in. You found yourself rolling your hips back into her, matching her rhythm to fuck yourself on her hand. Moira’s quiet words in your ear only egged you on, “You cannot help but take what you need, can you? Mf- You’re so tight, are you worried someone will hear, are you frightened?” She chuckled again as she felt you clench around her. “I think you like it- the idea of someone seeing you like this… knowing you allow yourself to be used whenever and wherever I please…” With a large slam you felt a cool rush of air from the door opening and shutting again. Shit. Heavy footsteps immediately drew to the area you occupied. Moira’s fingers stopped momentarily- you wondered if she’d withdraw all together. Silently, she removed your hands from the shelf and allowed you to stand ordinarily- as ordinarily as you could with her fingers knuckle-deep within you. Seconds later Doctor Kupier rounded the corner. “Good EVENING my dear friends! What brings you here so late in the evening!” He still donned a casual fitting tweed suit despite the late hour. Moira lowered her mouth to your ear, “Speak.”

“G-good evening to you too Doctor! We’re just- um. I was supposed to come here a lot earlier for Doctor O’Deorain’s materials however-“

“It appears she was distracted by her daily duties until now. I felt it best she be supervised so late at night.” She punctuated her works with a subtle but swift thrust, camouflaged by her clearing her throat. The large man nodded in upmost agreement. “We must all look out for each-other in strained times like these- such as the termites do in this delightful book I am returning!” As Sigma began rambling on Moira gently withdrew her fingers from your clenching hole before adjusting herself and beginning to feather over your clit again. You winced and shivered-

“Yes it IS rather cold in here, is it not? I simply must return to my quarters as soon as this matter is fulfilled- I will bid the two of you goodnight! May you have a peaceful evening!”