angelic fics

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!”

Angela mewled softly and her grip on your hair tightened, you took a breath before burying your face back between her thighs- the mix of your spit and her slick making the lower half of your face sticky and wet. She untangled her fingers from your hair and begun softly stroking the back of your head, rhythmically pushing you backwards and forwards. You can't say were used to such gentle and attentive treatment. Alas, the two of you wouldn't remain comfortable for long as the low 'clack' of Moira's heel could be heard right outside the door. Silently she let herself in, strode to the armchair beside her bed and sat- one leg across the other. You felt Angela's breathing stifle and reared your head.

"By all means, continue." But neither you nor Angie resumed.

"Aren't you going to join us?" She questioned sheepishly, her hand still absentmindedly playing with your hair. Moira tilted her head back, surveying the state of her two submissives. She slid the shaft of her leather riding crop between two of her digits while she thought. "I think it will be rather more entertaining to watch the two of you try to please each-other. After all, you are sexual opposites- perhaps you're compatible?." She rose to her feet and sauntered to the edge of the bed. She tucked Angela's fringe behind her ear, "My good, sweet Angela." she bent down and placed a soft intimate kiss to her flushed lips. As Moira drew away you sat up onto your knees, pining for a similar kiss. "And a sick, undeserving pervert." Instead of a kiss she swots one of your exposed nipples with her crop, eliciting a painful gasp from you. On instinct, Angela reaches for you and Moira outstretches a hand to stop her. "Before you judge my harsh treatment, observe." She circles your nipple again, making you shudder, before drawing the toy down your torso and leading Angela's eyes to your dripping pussy and swollen clit. "She likes the pain, isn't that strange my angel?" Mercy covered her mouth out of kindness, but couldn't stifle her giggle. You flushed deeply, shame heating your loins as you were put on display.

Moira retreated off the bed, but not before slipping the crop into Angela's hand. She traced a light finger under your chin making sure to scratch your neck slightly. "Finish her off for me- and tonight, Let's see if we can't make Miss Ziegler into a sadist, shall we?" You nodded enthusiastically before resuming position between Angie's thighs. You begin softly eating her out again, slow and calculated licks whilst you listened for what made her gasp, moan and grip onto your shoulders. Mercy looked from the crop to the Doctor in confusion, "I-I couldn't possibly- I've never- ah! OW!"

She gasped as you gave her a prompting nip of her inner thigh. She raised her arm before striking the side of your ass with the toy, leading your hips to stutter and your back to arch as you moaned deeper into her pussy. "Gosh that does work well..." She chuckled in disbelief, her confidence being promptly toppled again as you begun lapping at her clit messily. You'd already been lazily working her for 10 minutes before Moira joined, so sneakily slipping two fingers into her relaxed pussy was easy. She arched up into your mouth and cursed under her breath as you started gently stretching her, continued to diligently lick. All the while Moira watched, fixated on the scene in front of her. When you'd proposed a threesome she'd never expected Angela would take to it so promptly- though seeing her writhe shy and breathless beneath someone other than herself did spark some rare jealousy. Only enough that she planned to thoroughly ruin you by the end of the night.

Mercy's hand wrapped round the back of your head as she neared her orgasm, she pulled you further into her before clamping her plush thighs around you. Now unable to breath you went to pull her apart, that earned you a prompt smack- not with the crop but with her hand. You yelped into her body, accepting that you'd have to make her cum before she was going to allow you air- and you did just that. Feverishly slurping and lapping at her pussy you continued thrusting your fingers focusing on depth and rhythm- a notion clearly appreciated as words of praise spilled from Angela's mouth. Soon enough you felt her walls clench around your fingers and she squealed, letting go of you in favor of covering her own mouth to muffle her yelps as she spasmed on your tongue. You curled your fingers inside of her, pressing your tongue flatly against her clit and suddenly she was gushing- knees flying apart as she coated your face. Through the shock you continued to eat her out, guiding her through her orgasm- through she pushed you away and whined needlessly you couldn't help but continue, after all 'no please!' and 'i can't' weren't your agreed safe word.

Just as she began to come down from her shaking high a pair of slender hands gripped your hips. You felt the familiar silicone of Moira's strap circling your entrance. Before she could even take you herself you snapped your hips back into hers, whining as you fucked yourself on her strap. That was clearly not the move. She removed herself and promptly flipped you from doggy to on your back, facing her.

"How dare you- you greedy girl." Her eyes were wild, "I hadn't considered that giving you a chance to feel like a big girl would make you so insolent." Angela watched on wide-eyed and dazed from her orgasm as Moira gripped you by your throat, lifting you to sit on your high knees as she was. "Open." Without waiting for obedience, she wrenched your jaw open with her thumb- keeping it agape. She held your challenging gaze to her controlling one before spitting in your mouth, snapping her fingers and pointing to her strap. An opportunity too good to disobey. You shuffled back on your knees before leaning down again, slowly- sensually. You took her strap in your mouth and before you could enjoy it she'd pushed you down to the point of choking. Tears filled your eyes but you didn't tap out, the burning in your chest a gorgeous reminder of your mortality in her hands.

"Beg Doctor Ziegler to use her mouth on you." With tear filled eyes and a full mouth you attempted to plead for attention, "Amgieee p-blease" You gasped through thrusts. Angela smirked cheekily, "That's please Doctor Ziegler" You groaned in frustration, still making an effort to please Moira- while she couldn't feel from the strap she could certainly see your diligent effort, which she could appreciate- and take advantage of. She got a nasty grip on your hair and pulled your head off her cock. You gasped and babbled, "Please eat me out Doctor- I need it Miss Ziegler!"

Mercy looks to Moira for approval, who offers a curt nod in response. She giggles and gives your ass a tap, signaling you to make room for her; there's a small amount of shuffling before mercy's head is in position. She wraps her arms around the outside of your thighs and pulls your ready pussy to her mouth, rocking you back and fourth prompting you to ride her tongue. Moira hasn't damned you back to the strap yet, instead tipping your face up to speak to you. ,"Aren't you a lucky girl today, getting your fill of pleasure and pain..." Getting into a rhythm now, Mercy offers a sharp spank on cue- "Oh good girl- see, Angela knows how to listen, she enjoys doing what she's told...but I know it's just in your nature to act out, isn't it pet?" You nodded and offered a sly smile, which was surprisingly returned. "Now get back to work before I change my mind about allowing you to orgasm." She didn't have to ask twice. As you sunk back onto her strap it was more gentle, her hand just ghosting the front of your neck to admire the silicone bulge created by it's modest size.

You can feel Mercy reeling from the praise- clearly oral is one of her preferred activities because her expert tongue is bringing you closer much faster than you'd have imagined. Moira continues crooning as her hands travel all over your torso, across your shoulders- through your hair. Her nails press into your supple skin leaving marks you'll be giddy to cover up later on. Not long after you can feel your stomach knotting and your abdomen coiling with pressure, the sudden build causing your breath to pick up and moans to spill around the strap you were still lapping at. Moira almost sounded dismissive when she gave you permission to orgasm- a luxury you weren't often afforded. "Cum when you please, I have no doubt poor Angela's jaw is beginning to ache." Amusingly, you felt angelas head shake from side to side betwixt your thighs; she held you down tighter, gluing your heat to her lips. When your peak finally hit you you arched your back, falling into Moira who graciously allowed you to paw at her while you moaned and spluttered, grinding furiously down onto Angela's tongue. After a few long seconds you collapsed onto the comforting-albeit slightly sweaty- sheets; not even noticing that Moira had gotten up and off the bed. You rolled off of Mercy and the two of you lied beside each other, sprawled and spent. "What do you say?"

"Need I remind you that you volunteered to test the sample, you were made very aware that once you entered the chamber you wouldn't be coming out." As she spoke, she nimbly took her wired glasses off to polish them with a cloth tucked in her breast pocket.

"Moira I'm serious-"

"As am I," She raises an eyebrow, daring you to continue.

You look desperately into her eyes one more time before acknowledging that she truly wasn't going to let you flake. Sighing deeply, you moved to the table and singular chair in the middle of the large room, facing the observation glass.

"Open the first compartment of the case." Moira's toneless voice instructed. With trembling hands you flipped open the clasps of the large gilded briefcase in front of you, three unbroken ampoules of liquid lay encased in black packaging foam. You looked up expectantly, waiting for further instruction.

"Must I talk you though every step of the process?" She grumbled frustratingly, pinching the creased skin between her brows. "Take a vial out of the case. I want you to snap it where the glass thins between the two compartments. Do not mix them." She placed two hands on the control panel in front of her, leaning closer to the glass- watching with close attention. You did as she asked, snapping the vial with a 'pop' and keeping them at arms width of each-other. Immediately you noticed a potent smell from the colorless liquid; regal liquor- a warm deepening smell that settled far back within your lungs, heating your body slightly.

"What does it smell like?" You noticed that you'd instinctively drawn the vial closer to your nose to get a better smell. You closed your eyes and focused, "Like liquor- and cacao... bitter but- warm?". You opened your eyes, hoping you'd pleased her, but the same indifferent look was plastered across her face. "Your decisiveness is truly helpful." Her scowl deepens, you cock your head in annoyance. "Excuse me if I'm not so experienced at describing mysterious substances. Some grace would be nice, Doctor." A faint scoff is all you received in reply, along with more instructions.

"Crush both vials on the silicone mat using the small hammer in the second compartment. Ensure they make contact."

You unclasped the second compartment and removed a small, sterile hammer from within more packaging before setting the two vials down on the silicone mat. They did not leak yet due to the surface tension, but with a swift movement downwards you smashed both the vessels and the liquids began to mix. The effect was almost immediate, the small puddle began to bubble and spit, a small droplet landing on your exposed hand. At first it was cool, but soon turned to a pleasant warmth which spread all throughout your fingers. A fine mist was being produced, billowing out from the (in comparison) minute source. You stood up and strode to the glass. "Should I not have protection- a respirator? You never mentioned gas, Moira," Your voice broke saying her name. She surveyed your fretful face and gave you a wry smile- "If you didn't breath it in, we'd never find out what it does, would we now?".

Moira's mind drifted to earlier that day, discovering exactly the contents of the vial for herself. Though she was far from needing to test it on herself. The Doctor would rather have retired than face the shame of being subjected to an aphrodisiac, especially one as potent as you had just released.

You exclaimed a groan in frustration, almost stomping your foot at the injustice of being lied to- you knew she was sleazy, mean and downright unethical but you never expected to be coerced and then trapped like a common lab rodent. "I suppose you have no choice but to ride it out, it wouldn't look favorable on your performance review to open the door now and subject the whole floor to contamination, would it?"

As much as you hated how a nasty chuckle came from beyond the glass- you had to admit she was right. After all, if she was right about it being non-fatal, how bad could it be. And if she was wrong...well, she surely wouldn't allow you to get hurt. By this time, your vision was slightly clouded by the mist that had now filled the entirety of the chamber. You secretly rejoiced that the odor had not changed, mellowing out into a bitter-sweet aroma that not only didn't bother you, enticed you- however you couldn't help but notice the growing temperature in the room. You sat down on the lone chair, tugging at the collar of your button-down. "What's the temperature reading in here" "Thermostat's reading exactly the same as when you entered, a modest 18 degrees Celsius"

So it must be you- your temperature was rising.

"Is something wrong?" Her tone was nothing but malicious, words dripping out her cruel mouth and washing over you like sticky honey. "What?" "I asked if something was wrong?" You closed your mouth- when did you open it? When did you get out of your chair? You looked around with confusion before remembering that you did indeed have a task at hand.

"I think this could be some sort of disorientating agent." You exclaimed bluntly. "Care to elaborate? Are you feeling confused?" You took a deep breath, filling your lungs. "Um- I. I'm feeling... Uhh." You racked your mind for words, but came up with nothing.

"Can you recall where you are? What your name is?" You looked up through heavy eyes to see Moira's nose almost touching the glass, a fogged up patch in front of her mouth where she was taking labored breaths.

"I'm- I'm with you. I'm here," You caught yourself on the table as your legs gave out. "My name is- I'm-mm," Your lips trembled as you locked onto her form which was now swaying in your vision, "M-Moira"

Snide laughter echoed around you, filling your senses and emptying your mind. Moira's deep voice chastised you- just beyond reach. "Noo pet, that's my name. I asked you yours... can't you remember?"

You shook your head, breathing fast and harsh. Suddenly you spilled out of your trance like state. "You- You need to let me out...I-I can't breath in here- my lungs-" Desperately you splayed a hand on your chest to try and communicate. "Can't breath or can't catch your breath? Take some deep breaths for me. Then tell me how you feel."

Suddenly you found yourself on the floor- you'd fallen to your knees. The cold grate grounded you, bringing your attention to how your body was burning. You began taking calculated breaths. What was this feeling- think. Focusing hard you came to realize a familiar dull throb between your legs. No way. You looked up at the Doctor's face shrouded in shadow, a twisted smirk leering over you.

"Don't do this to me- Moira please this has gone on far enough!" You blinked and suddenly you had your back to the wall, your skirt hiked up and legs spread in front of you- exposing yourself to the doctors prying eyes. Your cheeks grew even brighter red; quickly, you closed your legs and tucked as much of your pencil skirt between your thighs as you could. "You pervert- how could you do this?" "Ohh you're calling me a pervert as if you're not the one touching yourself." Again you blinked and your fingers were moving on their own, rubbing your clothed pussy through your sheer stockings. But this time you didn't stop- you couldn't stop yourself. Your arousal was rampant now, spreading through every extremity making you ache as pleasure you'd never felt before washed over you with every sigh and heave. Your mind felt simultaneously clearer and more clouded before, you could focus now, but only on the pursuit of release. You were determined that's what would stop this torturous feeling.

"Moira- Please let me out." You withdrew your fingers from between your legs almost solemnly before crawling a few feet to the foot of the door. You rose to sit on your knees and pawed at the glass with pleading sighs.

"And subject myself to your whining any closer- I think not. Now focus your feeble mind and give me some data to work with. Tell me how you feel."

"I need you- I mean, something- you need to let me out of here- I need to go home."

She moved from the control panel to the glass door- so close yet so far. "And do what?"

"Fuck, Moira, I need to orgasm now- I think that's the only way-" You pounded on the glass, your eyes welling up with tears. You found yourself grinding your sopping pussy against the heel of your shoe, though it provided little to no relief.

Her voice softened. "Open the third compartment." You mindlessly did as she said, softly weeping as you ground gently against the chair you now sat in. You opened the last compartment of the case. A vibrator.

"N-No- please don't make me-" "I'm not making you do anything." She pauses, untangling her hands from their prim pose behind her back. "You have a choice. Sit through the discomfort until the effects wear off, or find solace...in front of me."

A beat of silence, consideration and acceptance. You picked up the toy, running your quaking, sticky fingers over the soft purple silicone. There was no denying it now- you'd been attracted to Moira since you got it, It was love at first glare on your side...but there was now no question whether she felt the same way or not. Glancing up at the doctor again you noted her changed appearance. Her coat was off, her tie hanging loosely around her neck. One hand nestled in her hair and the other held a white-knuckled grip on the panel in front of her. You couldn't help but notice the subtle rocking movement of her hips into the arm of the office chair that sat behind her. She was getting off on this- to you. Helpless and afraid, entirely confused and utterly devastated.

"Good choice." She crooned. "Close the case and get on the table." The speed at which you moved was phenomenal for how unbalanced you were feeling. You hastily closed the case and put it on the floor before crawling onto the table. You knelt facing the Doctor and put your hands in your lap, there was no longer any resistance to what was about to happen, only grateful anticipation; your mind was too focused on chasing a high and ending the burning, the obsession.

"Strip." Moira folded her arms in front of her, waiting. You weren't wearing much in the first place, she'd made a point of it before you entered. Wanting to get a little revenge on her, you stripped painfully slowly- even though you wanted to rip every layer from your sticky skin as fast as possible. First your button down, fingers fumbling with each small clasp. You let the shirt fall off your shoulders and onto the floor, the cool lab air hitting your feverish, exposed skin. Moira's eyes didn't leave yours- not until you were fully bare, anyway. Next was your skirt, you unzipped it from the back and slid it off your legs, kicking it away from you before following with your smart heels. Leaving you in your practical bra, panties and sheer tights. "That will do."

You picked up the toy again, "How do you- where do you...want me?" Moira smiled almost sweetly, realizing that you truly did need need to be talked through every step. "How considerate. You seem to enjoy being on your hands and knees around me, start there." You got into position and turned on the vibrator, balancing on your knees and one hand- drawing the other to your wet heat. Even over your undergarments and stockings the feeling was intense, more heightened than you'd ever felt before. Your hips bucked against your hand and you immediately knew you would orgasm fast- soon.

As if reading your mind, Moira's voice purred, "I doubt you'll last long. What with the drugs in your system, not to mention the satisfaction of your twisted little fantasy coming to fruition." You gasped for air, her words going straight to your pussy. She'd never been so bold, so selfless in the name of your pleasure- always just toeing the edge of teasing- and always with plausible deniability. This could not be denied. Your arm stuttered before giving out, your face now pressing against the cold metal table- still gazing wistfully beyond the glass as the Doctor. "You seriously thought I, of all people wouldn't notice? That I'd remain oblivious to your insentient staring and pining and biding for my attention." Your legs begun to shake gently, knees bruising as you pushed and braced against the table. You couldn't help but allow yourself to be lost by the other-worldly pleasure, moaning and whining softly as she degraded you. "Acting so desperate for praise and guidance, when really you desire to be treated like a debased, animalistic deviant. You certainly follow at my heels like a confused mutt." At this point she had stopped servicing herself, her hands are pressed against the glass leaving hot prints around her appendages. Small beads of sweat form above her brow as she eggs you on. "You couldn't disguise your arousal if you tried, could you? Can't keep yourself from pressing those legs together when I instruct you, when I discipline you. When I tell you what a clumsy, blabbering, naive little girl you are."

Spit bubbled in your mouth as you drooled over the table, unintelligible noises spilling from your mouth while you pressed the toy further against your clothed clit, wetness leaving a sticky mess down your thighs and over your trembling hands "Doctor- doctor please- I need... can I please?" "Oh, is that it?" She protruded her bottom lip in a pout before continuing mockingly, "Are you going to come undone from my words? And I thought I'd have to come in there. Should have known better from a touch-starved slut" You'd never heard her use profanity before- you had no idea she could be so crude. Her words along with the idea of her joining you sent you over the edge. You bit your lip before your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your orgasm violently hit. You continued to rub yourself frantically to ride out your high, the doctors voice disappearing into nothingness as your soul left your body for a brief second. Eventually, your body stopped convulsing, the uncontrollable heat leeched from your body and the now soaked toy left your hand. You went limp with exhaustion. Keeping your eyes closed you listened for the faint 'hiss' of the door unlocking. It came after what felt like an age, along with a pair of warm- slightly sweaty- hands. You jumped a mile when she made contact with your plush thigh. "Ah- now now, don't be silly. Allow me to help." She moved your weakened limbs back into your clothing and buttoned your shirt. You finally opened your eyes to see her knelt down, slipping your heels back onto your feet- her fingers tickling them slightly eliciting an exhausted giggle from you. "How do you feel. Have the effects entirely dissipated?" You blushed slightly. "Uh- m-mostly, yes. I feel a lot better." Moira gave you a light tap on the face, grounding you. "Grand."

It suddenly dawns on you that you just voyeured yourself in front of your superior. "You're- you won't tell anyone about this, will you?" You mumbled sheepishly. "Now that... depends on if the thought of the whole department knowing you're a subservient lab rat arouses you or not." You slid off the table and onto your feet. Truthfully, the thought of everyone knowing Moira held you under her thumb was appealing- but the thought of loosing your job was not. "Let's- um. I'd rather this stay- uh." She answered your request for you, "I can do that." Her smile turned crooked, and she bent down to speak lowly into the cup of your ear, "However you best keep on top of your work, or I'll have the security footage leaked." Your eyes followed her gaze to a non-descript camera in the corner of the room that you could have sworn wasn't there before. She wouldn't- would she? You looked up to meet her gaze and saw a slight glimmer. "A joke." "Ah!" You sighed deeply in relief. "I will however, be sending the footage to you- I have no doubt you'll enjoy watching yourself stumble and shake in the eve." The two of you walked out of the adjacent testing facility and back into the genetics lab- as you crossed the threshold it was like nothing had happened. Back to business. The Doctor peered down at you, giving you a once over, as she often did.

"You'd better go take your lunch. You look a mess. Bring my coffee when you come back."

All week she had paid you no mind, giving flat faced-orders for results analysis, data processing and had you source an interesting number of live specimens which were promptly taken from you and never seen again. Whilst you didn't mind the work, the real joy was watching her consumed by her own pursuits. Her feet flying around busy islands and perfectly manicured tabletops, a clipboard in hand and a fountain pen tucked neatly behind her ear, nestling amongst her ginger hair. She insisted you take notes by hand whether it was transcriptions, analysis or her coffee request, lest one of her enemies- or rather competitors- wanted to get their hands on her work through digital means. You'd not witnessed such passion before, and couldn't help but admire the pleased, albeit fanged, smile on her face when things went as planned. Though you also admired the deep crease that formed between her furrowed brows when things didn't go her way- you couldn't banish the expression she made when you'd gotten her coffee order wrong on your first day- if looks could kill. Aside from that, the point was even her soured face had appeal. She rarely looked directly at you through, the few times she had cast her eyes to yours her intense gaze bored a hole to your stomach, tying it in knots. Whether it was anxiety or infatuation you were yet to find out, maybe it was both. It was probably both.

This would have been a perfectly ordinary shift, had you not woken up to find your period unexpectedly early. Great. You sluggishly got ready for the long hours, wincing through your cramps before doubling up with some paracetamol and ibuprofen. You arrived in office with little trouble, hanging up your jacket in exchange for your white lab coat, pressed and ironed courtesy of the overnight team. Scanning your eyes around the now familiar genetics lab, you noticed the good doctor stationed as she always was, at her standing desk.

"Good morning Doctor O'Deorain." Your attempt to be chirpy fell short, as it normally did.

"What's so good about it?" She sighed almost wistfully, her nimble fingers scratching notes in her personal binder as she poured her eyes over a book. You couldn't tell if she'd slept- faint purple bags hung on her pale cheeks, her hair tousled lightly as if she'd been pulling at it.

"I'll fetch you some coffee-" "No creamer today." You were used to her shortness, but in your pained state you couldn't help but scoff in your head at her demand. As if she sensed your annoyance, as you headed back through the door towards the canteen she called out quietly "if you would." You smiled quietly to yourself, wondering if today wouldn't be so bad after all.

You quickly returned, sustenance in hand. Moira glanced at the coffee and gave you a nod of acknowledgement before taking a long sip. "If you could have the transcription I gave you copied by," She glances as the small watch tucked up her coat sleeve. "1pm." You nodded shortly in reply, beginning to unload your backpack. "However..." She rubbed her temple, looking down at you before walking around her desk to where you'd set your coffee down. You abandoned your backpack to return to her desk, cocking your head inquisitively. "There is something more...consequential you can do today- I don't have time to set..." She pauses, rifling through some papers before producing a set of written instructions, "-this procedure up. I could do it blind but it will be good experience for you." You take the sheet from her hand and your breath gently hitches as her finger brushes your. 'Not cliche at all.' you think to yourself, shoving the thought into the annuls of your mind with the rest of the ones concerning Moira's hands. Casting your eyes over the paper you noticed the instructions were exceedingly simple and unlike the rest of her personal notes, not written in Gaeilge, these were written with your eyes in mind.

You quickly got to work measuring vaguely labeled liquids, various quantities of suspicious powders and laying out pristine beakers and flasks in preparation for the Doctor to do as she pleased with them. It all went swimmingly until step 15- Heat fifty micrograms of the blue powdered substance till it begins to emit a faint purple light. You couldn't help but squint at the frustratingly small digital display of the scales you were using. As your precautionary pills wore off, your head spun and a painful ache developed behind your eyes, making it all the harder for you to focus. It came crashing down when you gently grasped the filled crucible with delicate tongs to transfer over a burner. An excruciating pang shoots through your midsection causing you to flinch hard- simultaneously your grip loosens on the silver tongs and you drop the meticulously weighed substance. Your voice faltered as you winced and clenched your belly' "S-shit-mh-" You scrambled to recover the fallen crucible, but before your hands could fix the mistake a long slender finger had caught your chin, directing it up to meet the Doctors stern gaze. "Allow me." You shot upright, noticing how close she was all of a sudden, subsequent feeling a hot blush spread across you cheeks. She couldn't possibly have done that on purpose.

You watched on humbled as she picked up the empty crucible and disposed of the excess powder. Your brain was clouded with desire and you stood stunned by the brief physical touch, but you could have sworn she mumbled something to herself as she was knelt on one knee in front of you.

"Messy girl..."

The blood roared in your head as you turned away embarrassed, looking back at the table.

"Does it hurt?" She spoke sharply as she rose to her feet again, smoothing out the crease in her coat. You went to speak, but nothing came out. She simply raised an expectant eyebrow. "Um. Yes- but it's nothing- I mean. It's just cramps." "Menstrual?" You only offered a curt not in reply. Moira looked down at you with something similar to- fondness? Interest?...Scheming? Who knows. Her face was almost illegible, unless she granted you entry into her mind- allowing you to see whatever she wanted you to. Love, intimidation, indifference. Whatever benefited her agenda at the time.

"I have just the remedy." She purred, moving slowly to her desk. With practiced movements she reached a hand down the obscured front of her coat to retrieve a small key, unlocking a cabinet. For a second your mind wandered to the softness of her fingers- what else was soft. Her neck, her waist, her stomach- 'god this was bad'. You shook the feelings off of you like parasites and came back to reality. She had opened a heavy briefcase and you glimpsed vials of varying sizes filled with swirling liquids emitting light.

Biotic Tech.

Immediately you were on high guard; you knew of it's existence, everybody did- but you had no knowledge of how it worked and definitely didn't want it tested on you. "Oh don't waste that on me- I promise it isn't that ba-" You were promptly cut off by the sight of O'Deorain shedding her lab coat. She had silently unbuttoned the double-breasted clasp and you watched open-mouthed as it slid off of her angular shoulders and draped over the back of a tall chair. The clinical light shone off what you came to realise was a black silk dress-shirt. A light sigh left your breathless as you watched the faint form of her lean body move beneath the fabric. You couldn't see it yet, but you imagined her purple tie sat under a pressed collar, drawing your thought's down to her navel. "Nonsense." She crooned, turning around to face you, her lidded eyes meeting you through her brow line. You watched with rapt attention as she undid the cuff of her left hand before drawing it up beyond her elbow. Her fair, freckled forearm being exposed after her body being under lock and key made you feel like a virgin again; flighty, feverish and unbearably horny. You couldn't help but feel she was doing this on purpose- it excited you to think that she might be aware of the way your pussy was beating in anticipation, just from watching her do almost nothing. It also scared you- what she might do with that information. Moira contorted her body with a vial grasped between her fingertips. She slipped the hand under her collar and down to her shoulder blade, with a small piston-click the vial appeared to be... attached to her? Ah. So that was how she did it. You had long wondered how her biotic fluid flowed throughout her body and out of the pads on her palms. Suddenly you felt important, as far as you were aware nobody else knew that information- suddenly you were special.

The clip of her heel grounded you and you suddenly she was close again- how she moved so silently was a mystery to you, maybe you were just so absorbed in your own fantasy you hadn't noticed. You almost squealed as a hand ghosted the small of your back. "Open." Without thinking you opened your mouth- what? A thick leather bit was placed gently into your mouth and pushed back till it was wedged at the hinge of your jaw- rendering you unable to speak and with your mouth permanently spread.

Moira's smile upturned into something twisted, malicious. "Be sure to bite down if you need to. I haven't yet tested this on a human subject." You mind swarmed with questions and concerns, but you clocked a slight heat growing in your abdomen. "Doctor-" Your words were muffled and came out as nothing but a babble- why were you drooling so much? "Ah ah, quiet now. Focus on how this feels."

Her body pressed gently against your back- almost as if supporting you, her torso dominating your average height. Her left hand pressed to your lower stomach, there was a small mechanical sound before a gushing noise emanated from behind you.

Her healing grasp hit you like a truck, entirely too rapid, entirely too strong and entirely too pleasurable. Not only did your cramps disappear, everything felt...euphoric. Your knees buckled as you fell forwards onto the granite counter, your ass unknowingly pushing into her thigh. You could hear yourself babbling with protest and simultaneous pleasure, but it sounded so far from your own voice-coming from the real world while you were on an ethereal plane. You bit hard on the leather piece in your mouth, hoping desperately it would dampen some of the humiliation of being brought to ruin like this. Your skin was on fire, both with intense heat and abject shame of being in such a vulnerable state in front of one of your superiors. The feeling of rapid regeneration was almost orgasmic, becoming painful and overstimulating very quickly. Fat tears began to drop onto the counter as your legs shook intensely, unintelligible pleads falling on deaf ears as Moira watched you writhe like a test subject against the counter. As fast as she began she removes her hand from your abdomen. You realised her thigh had been keeping you upright, as when she removed herself you slid ungracefully onto the floor, just barely catching yourself. The leather bit fell from your mouth leaving a messy trail of drool down your chin and onto the front of your thoroughly ruined lab coat.

"Interesting."

She looked down on your crumpled state, weeping and pining at the lack of true release and wrote something down on the clipboard she had procured out of nowhere. Her expression was unreadable, but behind her eyes you thought you saw pity...of some degree anyway. You watched dazed and confused, extremities still convulsing gently as she sauntered back over to her desk. On your hands and knees you crawled a few feet to bring her back into view, peeking out from behind the counter. You watched as she swiftly removed the half empty vial and placed it back in its briefcase, unrolled her sleeve and re-donned her lab coat. As if nothing had happened. When she began buttoning the coat, you got a horrifying glimpse of the thigh she'd been supporting you with, a modest wet patch clung to her leg, faintly glistening with slick. You couldn't help but whimper quietly at your own weakness, hoping desperately that she wouldn't mention the incident ever again. As you shakily rose to your feet you were instantly made aware that this was not going to fade into memory- Moira offered you a slim collated document titled, 'Biotic Healing_HumanTest01_Report'.

"You will write a minimum of 500 words describing your experience and hand it back to me by tomorrow noon. Your contribution is valued."

In utter disbelief at her gall you snatched the paper with your remaining right, reeling in your head about how on earth you were to explain how you felt without saying the words: orgasm, horny, and helpless.

"Be thorough. And do not lie, I will know." She begun striding out of the lab- you glanced at the clock to see it was indeed 2pm, her chosen lunchtime. Just before her form disappeared she turned back, "You'd better finish your work and take the rest of the day off, and clean the drool off your face- you look a state." She gave you a once over with a disdained look on her face- like she knew, and she was disgusted...and you didn't mind that. In fact that idea made your stomach turn for the millionth time that day.

"Isn't it funny how things turn out, Doctor Ziegler..."

Moira's looming form cast a dim shadow on the cobbled wall Angela was huddled against. Dried, murky blood splattered over her pristine white armor, angry tears welling over her puffy cheeks as she looked up to meet predatory eyes.

She swallowed, her mouth dry, before groaning hoarsely and wielding her pistol, aiming for the spot between Moira's pointed brows.

"An angel with a shotgun indeed...how sweet" She couldn't help a satisfied smirk from pulling at her prim expression.

Angela wrapped her finger around the trigger and gathered strength, pushing herself from slouching to sitting tall- she winced in pain. "Don't you dare come any closer you monster." Her arms were steady, but the fear in her eyes and quake in her voice betrayed her.

"Monster? Coming from you, Doctor, That's a kindness. But I'm afraid your flattery won't earn you any special treatment. I must dispose of you as I disposed the rest of your pitiful team. If you could even call it that." Moira's tongue languished over her words, her warm voice spilling over Mercy's shuddering form, feeding the pit of dread within her stomach. She took a small step forward, the click of her short heel on the pavement echoing out into the relative silence. The hum of far-off allies brought Angela no comfort in the isolated alleyway- cornered like injured prey.

"They'll come back for me. Knowing you, by the time you've finished stroking your ego you'll be dead." She paused to take a slow breath,"You always did like to take time to play with your food."

Moira hummed in disagreement, bending slowly at the hip to fill Angela's peripheral. "I don't remember you being so opposed to me playing..." Mercy's cheeks grew a brash red as Moira continued past her teasing. "You'd to well to forgo your blind trust in others. Your misplaced optimism will get you killed"

A sharp tongue lashed out in reply. "Oh, like how you're killing me now? Brilliant job at 'disposing' of me, by the way. Veeery efficient." Angela furrowed her brow frowned as she pushed against the ground with a scarred hand. Moira unfurled her claw-like fingers and extended her arm.

"May I-"

"Oh do spare me your kindness, Doctor O'Deorain. I assure you it is misplaced. As you would put it." Mercy rose gently to her feet and brushed herself off, wincing as she put pressure on the more grievous wounds.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk Angela," She placed a hand to her temple in feign offense, pouting her lips. "Now what have I done to deserve such rejection. I thought everyone was deserving of kindness?"

Mercy shot a scathing look at the Doctor, not honoring her with a reply. She cast her eyes over her tall figure for the first time that night. She had been doing her best to avoid contact but here, she wasn't left much choice. Moira donned mostly black today, her face framed by taught fabric which highlighted her high cheekbones and shrouded eyes. Light from a nearby streetlamp reflected off of grey, plated armor showing off her chic figure. A large metal hood rested on her shoulders and around her neck, likely containing her biotic tech, Mercy assumed. Atop her smoothed, ginger locks sat a beret bearing the mark of Blackwatch.

"Nice hat." She scoffed, no longer worried about her so-called 'disposal'. She almost smiled, the banter was not dissimilar to how they would have spoken to each-other in the lab. Back when they were intimate, a long time ago- or friends, even further back.

"Míle buíochas. Company-issued." Angela closed the gap between them, still with a firm grip on her pistol. She couldn't help but notice her own heart begin to race when the faint smell of coffee, whiskey and sandalwood invaded her senses and brought back long repressed memories. She begun to pour over

"I cannot believe they took you in after what you did- the monstrosities you made-" O'Deorain was quick to interrupt, "Now now, lets not be hurtful. I did the best thing for those poor souls. I kept them alive." She couldn't help but grin maniacally, flashing her teeth. "I improved them." Moira's voice rose in her chest, "They are more efficient and powerful than they could ever have been without my contributions."

Heat rose to Angela's face again, this time with anger. She closed the space again till their faces were inches apart. Spitting through her teeth she exclaimed, "I would rather be dead than some twisted creation of yours- than some way for you to play god."

There was a long beat, and before Mercy could lift her gun to react, Moira had knocked it from her hands and wrapped a slander one of her own around her clothed neck. Her voice was lofty, as if wistful, but not without confidence.

"I decide who lives...And who dies...I am god, Angela." More silence. Her grip was not harsh, but Angela knew better than anyone that she could do damage if she wanted to- not just with her biotic grasp. Moira lifted her left hand, tucking a strand of golden hair behind Mercy's ear with such tenderness and gentility you'd never believe they'd been separated for almost a year. "You used to be such a tender, fragile thing...I quite enjoy how feisty you've become, or is this how you always acted when you weren't squirming under my thumb? I can't quite recall." A mocking chuckle prompted tears to well once again in Mercy's eyes. "Sh- Shh angel don't cry now, the others will hear-" She gasped gently, "You don't want them to know you're blubbering mess from a little teasing? I know you like it really...why if I wasn't so refined I would remind you that you so frequently fantasied about being found helpless and at my mercy... just like you are now" She curled a finger and caught Angela's tears, a self-satisfied smirk infecting her expression as she noticed the obscene red she had gone. Casting her eyes down she noticed Angela's thighs glued together.

Oh. She hadn't been being serious. Moira would almost instantly regret going so far. She had done her best to remain assured, dominant, strong...keeping the interaction distanced by mocking and poking fun- but having Ziegler's warm, weak figure writhing against her chest brought familliar goosebumps all over. Her cold body suddenly ran hot with desire that she needed to stifle.

"What do you want from me- just kill me or leave me alone." She pushed against Moira's steady body with little gusto, whether from exhaustion or a lack of desire was unclear.

Moira sighed deeply into the crown of the smaller woman's tousled hair. For a second, things felt as they did before. Moira took her by the shoulders, making space between them and settling her gaze on Mercy's forlorn face. "You were always so beautiful. The most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes upon. A miracle of science." Angela turned her face away meekly, remembering their first few weeks as colleagues. They couldn't tear their eyes from each other, couldn't stop themselves from looking back when they brushed arms. A sudden serious tone overcame Moira as she asked earnestly. "What happened to us Angela... We were so powerful together- unstoppable." She huffed almost in annoyance, running her nails absentmindedly through Angela's hair, down the back of her head until they gently tickled the nape of her neck- to which there were no objections.

"You...happened. You decided to pave your own way to...'progress'." A beat. "I didn't like your practices, your outcomes, your lack of patience." Moira stayed silent. "I loved you dearly, as a friend and...and as more- but my mind wouldn't allow my heart to follow you into shadow."

And suddenly the moment had returned from intimate and familiar to something foreign and horrible. Two parted souls trying to claw their way back into each others bodies. Two sides of the same coin, so close but entirely different...and unable to touch.

Moira took a step back and clenched her left hand. When she opened it, a glowing, golden orb dripping with light was produced. She closed the gap again before placing it slowly into Angela's hands. Moira watched with rapt attention as her injuries healed and her strength returned. It was then that the two noticed a rapid growth of noise from their respective teammates, finally colliding nearby to resume the fight.

"You know where to find me, Doctor Ziegler. If you would like to finish what I started. Nothing more, nothing less." She gestured her clawed hand to Mercy's gently trembling legs. "I cannot say I haven't missed your company" Angela followed her eyes and embarrassment built up as she registered what the Doctor was referencing. She was never good at disguising her feelings. When her eyes rose again there was nothing but a cloud of deep purple mist as Moira faded away to join her teammates.

Edwards eyes fluttered for the hundredth time, his nostrils flaring as he drank in her heavy scent. Meer inches from her flesh but he couldn't bare to move forwards and look, touch... let alone taste. Bella lay bare and sprawled, naked aside from her grey cotton panties and a plain matching bra, doing nothing to hide her gently rising breasts not her nipples perking up from the nights cold and her own arousal. Her slender fingers were moving slowly, barely touching her clothed pussy through the dampened fabric.

"Bell...Bella"

Edward huffed into the crumpled up blanket in front of him, sweat beginning to gather and show through his t-shirt. Even fully clothed his arousal was clear.

"Let me take them off- my jeans. Please."

His voice was quiet and pleading as he lifted his drowsy head to meet Bella's eyes, in doing so he felt his cock throb and strain in his trousers. Bella sighed at the sight of his clouded eyes and the small trail of drool smudged across his well-groomed chin.

"Edward you told me-" Bella moved her hand from between her legs to cup Edwards desperate face, "You told me not to let you do that... You said it was too dangerous, remember?"

Edward huffed and flashed his teeth at Bella, snapping back, "I know what I said but it's different now- It's different and I need- I-" He shuffled forwards, the cuffs around his slim wrists tugging on the bedposts he was restrained to, "I need you. Now." His voice broke violently and his eyes darkened with lust as he tugged harder at his restraints, Bella's old wooden frame creaking with anticipation.

Bella gasped gently at his sudden outburst, moving back again just out of his reach. The cold flesh of Edward’s cheek brushed against her exposed ankle as he lurched forwards, sinking down to the mattress. He lets out a strained whine before laying his head in the crook of her ankle and looking up through glazed eyes, his hands fidgeting in his restraints.

There’s a moment of heaving silence as Bella resumes her teasing. She slips her panties off in silence and allows them to gather at her knees before gently moving Edwards head off her ankles. He rises onto his knees again before Bella discards them off her feet and over his his shoulder.

There’s another moment of silence, the only sound Edward’s laboured breaths. The smell of her stained panties changes something in his demeanour,,, in his eyes.

“I could kill you. You know that right?”

Edward’s chest begins to heave.

“These restraints are only holding me because I let them- hell I doubt they’d even hold a human, given they’re not as fragile as you are.”

The jab almost stings Bella before she remembers Edward’s heeding words before they’d begun. He said he wouldn’t be ‘nice’ … he wouldn’t be ‘kind’…he would be different.

“I bet that turns you on, doesn’t it.”

It wasn’t a question. Without realising Bella’s fingers had wandered to nurse her aching clit. Edward moves forward on his knees, closing the gap and bending the bedposts behind him to his whim. His breath- icy, but laboured with hot lust fans across Bella’s fairly exposed bust and raises goosebumps across her fair skin.

“You love knowing how much restraint I have to keep. Every day you live is an act of mercy and you lap it up, don’t you Bella?”

Bella closes her eyes, tending to herself diligently as Edward’s lips ghost against her cheek. The two much closer than planned, the posts being pulled dangerously out of shape, threatening to splinter.

“Don’t even make me mention your slutty little neck. I know you keep it out for me- do you know how torturous that is for me. What I’d give to fucking sink my teeth into you,,,,,but that’s what you want isn’t it.”

The thought sends Bella spiralling, stifled whimpers become breathy moans as she comes closer to her orgasm. Edward smells the rush of blood and feels the saliva pool in his mouth. His knees buckle slightly at the vision of Bella orgasming just out of his reach. His voice becomes broken and desperate, rutting into his jeans and sniffling wildly to drink in her scent.

“I-is that going to get you off, huh? You going to c-cum thinking of me biting you, taking your,,,life as my own? Dri,,,drinking the hot sweet blood f-from in-inside of you?”

Edwards eyes roll as buries himself in between Bella’s breasts and lets out a strained moan.

All at once the moments tension breaks like a wave- Bella’s fingers disappear inside of her as her thumb presses against her clit, her knees draw to her chest and clamp around Edward’s head, spasming wildly as she rides out her orgasm on her own fingers. The cheap restraints finally snap, both relieving the now-bent bedposts and also releasing Edward’s wrists. His body falls completely into Bella’s, her warm ripe skin dripping with ecstasy only he can taste- it’s all too much to handle.

Bella wraps her arms around him as he stifles an intense moan in her shoulder while he orgasms and releases into his own jeans. The two cling together for a second, convulsing and heaving in each-others grasp before Bella feels a hot drip on her thigh. Edward rises to his knees again, a small ‘shlick’ sound from the twos sweaty skin separating to reveal a substantial patch in his jeans where he came.

“I-I’m sorry”

“No! No don’t be sorry” Bella rushes to close the space and giggles, her hair falling over her face. “Don’t ever be sorry…” she cups his face and he smiles sheepishly.

“It’s uh, been a while. Since I’ve been… intimate” Edward plants a chaste kiss on Bella’s cheek. He runs his hand up and down her bare arms. “Are you ok…? My uh, minds a little foggy but I hope I wasn’t too intense.” A shy smile pulls at Bella’s rosy lips and she laughs, ”Don’t worry, I liked it”

They both smile and breathe a sigh of relief, as the adrenaline rush dies down.

Edward keeps his eyes on Bella, sliding off the bed and brushing himself down. “I think I’m going to- uh go clean up… run home and-“

“Don’t go.” Bella reaches out and grasps his hand. “Stay here… Shower here, then come cuddle.”

Edward laughs to himself, knowing it would take not even half the time to go home and shower, but looking into her beckoning brown eyes he can’t help but submit. Again.

Frantic, desperate, and messy. Three words to describe their situation. Mark gasps and Helly copies, fleeting hands scrambling to remove clothing and grab onto any bare skin possible. Helly's bare breasts sear under Mark's palms as he litters quick, wet kisses along her collarbone, bringing up hundreds of goosebumps in their wake; despite the rushed nature of their encounters there was always time for appreciation- for worship of eachother- for chasteness to contrast their overwhelming lust and prove that this was more than bottled up arousal and boredom. Mark mumbles incoherently, one hand pressed against the bathroom mirror and another tugging at the tight fabric of her skirt. "Hm?" A small huff of frustration. "Take this off." Mark's voice was not domineering, or commanding, and most certainly not intimidating, but his gentle firmness is enough for Helly to flush a light pink and avert her aroused gaze from his. She nimbly undoes her zipper and lets the skirt fall to the tiled floor, leaving her bare, covered with nothing. A gentle 'tink' resonates as Mark undoes his belt and allows it to fall loose at his hips. He glances up and his eyes meet with Helly's pussy, faintly glistening under the dull bathroom light. "Does your outie know... that she's going commando to work?" Helly reaches out to gently grasp his tie, pulling him forward to close the gap, leaving an inch between their lips. "Helena...doesn't know anything." She raises her knee to meet his crotch, and Mark groans needily. "Let's keep it that way." They both smile against each other's lips before resuming their deep kiss and continuing to undress.

"Are you sure we have time for this- we've already been in here for," She glances at his watch and huffs, "5 minutes-" Mark quickly interrupts her by lifting her leg and tugging her to the edge of the sink. "If they know what's good for them, they'll leave another 10 before coming to look for us... Ready?" Helly grips onto his shoulder, stabilizing herself before giving him a wide-eyed nod. "Come on, I need more than that." He smirks at the disappointed flash in her eye, before it's replaced by a familiar defiant one. "What do you want me to say?" Her fingers feather from his shoulder to tickle the back of his neck. She adopts a mock sultry tone to moan, "Please fuck me, Mark, pleeease" She moves forward, allowing his tip to just barely make contact, "Or would you prefer Boss?" His cock twitches and he looks down at her through lidded eyes, "The way you were talking earlier I'd say you were definitely trying to be the Boss" Helly laughed heartily as Mark puts an arm round her, pulling her to be flush with his chest while he inserts himself in one smooth thrust. Her laugh catches in her throat, and he groans shortly as he bottoms out inside of her. For a moment, they hold each other, the only sound a dull hum of the overheads and the deep thump of Mark's heartbeat.

"Sorry- I-" "No, don't apologise- I thought it was hot-" " Oh, uh, you did-?" "Psh- yeah! Yeah!"

"Then you won't mind if I continue?"

Before waiting for an answer, he begins moving. He sets a sensible pace, drawing out his thrusts while watching Helly's face contort with pleasure and her pussy contract around his length. "God Mark I- keep going but- do- do the thing.." Her every word punctuated by a stifled gasp of pleasure, she nods her head down to her neglected clit. Without a word of protest he moves his hand down beginning to gently circle her swollen bud. It's clumsy and inaccurate, but it works nonetheless. Helly allows herself to relax, leaning back against the mirror, her eyes wandering over Mark's body, resting finally on his cock rhythmically sliding in and out of herself. "Mark, if you keep going-" He interrupts, "What's going to happen, Helly? You gonna come?" She squeezes her eyes shut and nods, her hand crumpling his already roughed-up shirt. "Mmf do it for me, I want to you come round my cock- I want her to wake up in that elevator and know I fucked you like this-" A moan slips out of her, his crude words loosening her lips. The air was heavy and hot, their talk becoming just mumbling as Mark's thrusts became sloppier and they drew closer to both their orgasms. At last, Helly locked eyes with Mark and nodded, her hair falling over her face as she flushed and her lips fell open into an 'O'. Mark continued to thrust, allowing her to ride out her orgasm."You gotta pull out..." Mark's knees buckled, and he shook his head hopelessly, burying himself in the crook of her neck as he began to come inside of her, Helly moaned lowly at the sensation of being filled. He forced himself to pull out, inhaling sharply as the rest of his cum dripped into the sink, narrowly missing Helly's disregarded skirt. He turned around, leaning against the cold ceramic next to Helly, both of them breathing heavily. After about a minute, Mark cleared his throat and wiped his brow before exclaming with a nervous chuckle :

"I hope your outie is on the pill."

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“Come on hon, sit down for me.”

Brett stood blocking their bedroom door, trying not to spill an over-filled glass of water whilst herding Reagan back into bed. "Don't be ridiculous, Brett-" She snivveled, putting up a feeble hand as he guided her back to the sheets, "I've had worse and still gone into work... remember when I came in with rabies?" He chuckled nervously recalling that morning, and recalling his own very prompt rabies shot after Raegan bit him. "Yeah, and that was uhh.. not good!" He smiled still and laid the glass down on their bedside, saying absentmindedly "But no more of that on my watch, not while nurse Hand is on the case!"

Reagan slid back under the covers, groaning defeatedly as her boyfriend tucked her in. She snickered still and slid in a crude comment. "Are you a... sexy nurse by any chance?" She outstretched her hand just to give his tie a tug and laugh heartily to herself for a second before being interrupted by a small coughing fit, sniffling and groaning with a phlem-y throat. "Sorry dude- I probably don't look very sexy... at least right now..." Brett retracted, looking down at his girlfriend: her pyjamas, sweaty ; her eyes, red and puffy , and a little dribble from her nose... all wrapped up in their bedsheets, in their bed, in their apartment. He lent down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, beaded with cold sweat, "I think you look beautiful Rea..." For a second they shared silence.. before it was interupted by the spluttering of a very ill Reagan. "You gotta go- it's getting late..."

Brett glanced at his phone and quickly dismissed the time, turning his attention back to Reagan ,"Call me if you need me okay.. super sexy nurse Hand at your service, yeah?" He added a sincere look, to which she gave a soft, reassuring smile.

"Yeah…I'll call, don't worry about me."

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