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The work of Overwatch's infamous geneticist was equal parts kept secret, and bragged about to anyone who was around to listen. While there were still some things Moira did that were kept mostly to herself, she usually wasted no time spiraling into several minute long lectures. It was only in the late hours of the night she would stay holed up in her laboratory, only the occasional worker or two passing her door before promptly leaving.
Angela typically didn't stay late enough to notice any of this, and hardly went far enough into the Blackwatch corridors to see Moira's office. However, a particularly complex and lengthy stack of paperwork kept her well past her usual point of leaving. She was just getting ready to leave when she noticed a light, all the way down the hallway towards those corridors.
Curiosity got the best of Angela, so she slowly started walking down the halls. She decided not to turn on any extra lights so she could make her way down unnoticed. Eventually, the light guided her to none other than Moira's lab. It wasn't until she had gotten this close that she realized the light was actually flickering in different colors, as if someone were watching a movie or video. The dull speech and various sound effects made this all the more apparent, and even more so when she peaked into the narrow window.
And there Moira was, lounging back in her desk chair, staring with interest at her wall-mounted monitor. Perhaps it was just some informative video she was studying, Angela thought. Surely it must have been really important to keep her here in the late hours of the night.
Whatever it was, after a few minutes Moira looked down at her wrist; presumably to see the time. This prompted her to immediately stand up and turn the monitor off, then continued by gathering a few things and started to head towards the door.
Then their eyes met.
They both stared at each other like deer in headlights, before Moira pushed the door open. She didn't appear particularly startled by the time she did so, only raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Angela what fascinates you so that you must watch me in my quarters so late at night?"
Angela snorted, trying to mask her embarrassment with even more embarrassment, "I just happened to be leaving and noticed a uhh… commotion?"
Moira closed the door behind her, looking down at the much shorter woman with the slightest of smirks, "And this 'commotion' you speak of, was me watching an animation? At a very moderate volume?"
Angela huffed defensively, "OK, I was simply curious. I'm not usually here this late so I was wondering who else happened to be here."
"And now you have your answer." Moira turned and started to walk as if dismissing her altogether, but instead kept speaking, "Anyway if you must know, I was doing some studying when I received a notification.."
Angela's curiosity had ended a while ago, and she really didn't even insinuate she was still curious, but she let the other woman continue as they walked to the elevator.
"..an old friend recommended an anime to me and I got wrapped up in watching it without realizing the time. And here I am."
Angela was about to speak but Moira just kept going.
"..It really has a compelling storyline, I've nearly gotten to the point where I can understand the subs without actually reading it. But since this was new I went ahead and just read it.."
Angela was annoyed at first, but the more she listened the more intrigued she was. The way Moira spoke was full of passion, the same way she spoke when talking about her experiments. She found herself almost in a trance, though it was probably also fueled by exhaustion.
Moira seemed anything but exhausted, though her one sided conversation eventually ended rather abruptly. She didn't look to the other woman for validation, or seem at all offended that Angela was half a mile away from the looks of it. Instead, she reached over and held her chin up a bit,
"Angela. At least wait until you're home before falling asleep."
The gesture immediately threw her back out of the trance, looking into Moira's eyes with a quick exhale and a nod. She straightened herself a bit, moving away for a moment. Though as quick as she did, her head made itself home right back into the other woman's hand.
Moira couldn't help but laugh as she thumbed her chin for a moment, "Angela I've never seen you so utterly useless and exhausted. How are you possibly going to drive in this state?"
Angela sighed, "Well.. I wasn't planning on being this late, or even this exhausted."
Moira moved her hand away and instead wrapped her arm around the other woman, "Mm. Either way I'd rather not have you getting into a head-on collision on my conscience. At least make it to my car and we can deal with it then."
Angela's mind was too hazed at this point to question the bizarre concern from Moira and simply went with it, walking with her until they were finally at their destination.
"Stand still long enough for me to open the door." Moira commanded, popping it open and guiding her into the passenger seat. She even went as far as strapping the seat belt on for her.
Angela was oddly comforted in Moira's kind gestures. The scent of her cologne wafted through her nostrils as she leaned towards the seat buckle, further adding to her relaxation. And apparently her inhale was not quite as silent as she anticipated.
Moira didn't outwardly acknowledge it, only chuckled before retreating back and getting into the driver's side. She didn't bother asking where Angela lived, and instead just started talking once again. Though this time it was a bit more hushed.
"This is an image I would have never thought I'd see. I know most of our relationship is pleasantries and group cooperations, so you might have little trust.."
She paused for a moment.
"Hmm, I suppose you must have at least enough to let me take you to my car. Anyway, I think it would save us both an extra trip if you just stayed over."
Moira looked over to Angela for an answer but she was already asleep.
"I suppose that answers that question. Seriously Angela, you've got to take better care of yourself. Also, you could very well be in a seriously dangerous situation, what if I was secretly a serial killer or what have you?"
Her eyes occasionally drifted over to the sleeping woman, finding herself smiling nearly every time. She couldn't help but admit it was quite an adorable sight. The drive to her house was uneventful otherwise, Angela had remained asleep the entire time. Once they arrived, Moira parked and traveled around to open the passenger seat, ready to wake her up. Though as soon as she observed her closely, she hesitated. Instead, she carefully scooped her up, carrying her inside.
After walking into the living room, she debated on where to leave her. If she left Angela on the couch, it may frighten her since the house was completely foreign to her. She didn't have a guest room, because what guests would she bring over long enough to sleep in a separate bedroom? All the while Moira debated this, she was already walking into her own room. It was generally unkempt, piles of papers and books littered on various surfaces but otherwise perfectly clean. Thankfully her bed was large enough that both could sleep comfortably without overlapping each other. She then carefully placed Angela underneath the covers.
With a sigh, Moira wondered whether this was all a good idea. She hardly gave it a second thought, all because she didn't want to wake her up. With an exhausted shrug, she dressed herself down to a tank top and boxer shorts and crawled into the opposite side of the bed. The last thing she saw was Angela's peaceful display before sleep claimed her as well.
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Moira woke up once sunlight hit her eyelids, drowsily looking over the room before her eyes fell to the somehow still sleeping Angela.
"So, it really wasn't just some strange dream.." Moira whispered to herself.
The sight was quite mesmerizing, so much so that she did nothing but stare at her. This lasted a few minutes before Angela stirred, her eyes fluttering open in a barely awakened haze. In the next few moments she almost incoherently muttered,
"..how in the world did I wind up here?"
Moira smiled mischievously, "Well I figured myself not so evil that I woke you up from such a deep sleep. So here we are."
Angela attempted to rub the drowsiness from her eyes, "Well I apologize for the inconvenience, I suppose I'll get up and leave now."
Moira shook her head, "If I was inconvenienced I wouldn't have done it. And you don't have to leave if you don't want to." Her smile grew to the point of a cocky grin.
Angela found the sides of her stomach tightening a bit, "Well I um.. I don't really see a point in staying."
Moira then frowned and pursed her lip in mock sadness, "Oh you wound me, Angela. And here I thought you'd find some way to repay me."
"Repay you?"
She nodded, "You see, I'm much more observant than you might think about certain things. And one of those certain things is that you clearly have an interest in me. And so.."
Where was she even going with this? Something much more perverse was her intentions as she spoke but instead..
"I've not had a..ahem.. I wish to stay in this bed with you."
Angela blinked. It was unlike Moira to fumble over her words like this. She too expected some wild request, but was she really asking for just company?
"I suppose I have no reason to deny your.. desires?"
Moiras eyes widened, "Oh Angela, being so forward are we? And here I was keeping it PG, and you go and twist it!"
Angela covered her face in embarrassment, "No no that's not what I meant!"
Moira shook her head, "Oh no I see your game here, you allow me to bring you into my bed just to pounce on me the second I make any mention of advances. For shame.."
Before Angela could even argue back, Moira was already scooting closer, wrapping her arm around the other woman. At this point she was equal parts teasing and getting her actual wishes out of the way. She sighed contently, all the while waiting on her next move.
Angela froze in shock. Was this really happening? Was she really hooking up with Blackwatch's famed scientist? Or is it really just harmless cuddling? Was her hidden interest really that obvious?
Moira made no other moves, aside from a hand traveling up to stroke Angela's hair as she spoke, "You really think I don't notice when you stare unwavering into my eyes as I speak? Even when I go off on a tangent? Or how you always make your way into my lab any time there's paperwork that needs to be delivered to me? Or that slight smile you make when I thank you?."
Angela buried herself into Moira's chest with a groan, not even trying to defend herself. She also saw no reason to pull away, eventually returning the embrace. Thankfully there wasn't much to the other woman's chest or this would have been a much more difficult exchange.
Moira chuckled before shifting her legs so they intertwined with Angela's. All the while she adorned a wide smile, simply enjoying the company and warm embrace.
Apparently, Angela had other plans. After a few minutes she pulled her head back and looked up at Moira, who looked a bit confused. She didn't let herself hesitate and instead leaned in and kissed her right on the lips. Her heart pounded, aching with nerves telling her to stop but she persisted.
Moira didn't stop either, not to tease or question her, and instead returned the kiss with equal if not more passion. Her hands shifted now to hold Angela by her hips, inhaling raggedly between each breath. Her mind, though quickly getting hazed with desires, did at least internally question what exactly the other woman's intentions were. She decided to simply follow along, and see how far she took it.
Angela really didn't have a plan after the kiss, so instead she pulled her face back, debating briefly. Her mouth was agape, releasing breath after heavy breath. Before she could make another move Moira interrupted her thought process.
"Mm, I really didn't expect a kiss to get you so thrilled Angela. You're practically begging for it at this point."
"Begging for what?" Angela knew exactly what she meant, but the heat of embarrassment was quickly catching up to her.
Moira simply looked at Angela, with one hand still on her hips, the other pushed a strand of hair off her face. She smiled, not with her usual cocky expression, but instead with pure delight.
"Oh, nothing."
Angela leaned into her hand, returning the smile as she looked down, "I umm..I really am not looking to just hook up.."
Moira snickered, "I didn't insinuate that. That's not really in my nature either way, believe it or not."
Angela muttered, just loud enough that hopefully she could hear, "At the same time..You're a bit irresistible at the moment.."
Moira laughed once again, "Look, there's nothing in the rule book that says you have to go in a certain order. Life shouldn't simply be black and white. It's no fun that way."
Angela nuzzled her way back into Moira's chest, her head turned so she could still speak, "I suppose you're right. I just haven't a clue where to begin if I'm honest."
"Just follow your heart. Or rather, somewhere further south."
"You're asking me to take the lead?"
Moira nodded, "Take it as mostly curiosity."
Angela nibbled at her lip nervously, and at the second she moved forward a bit she noticed an unusual bump pressed against her.
"What is.."
"My latest experiment." Moira answered immediately, "I hope it's not too off-putting."
Angela shook her head, "Oh no just took me by surprise..ahh um but.."
"Its an extension of my clitorus. I still have the other parts. I suppose 'experiment' was the wrong term since I've already done it. Anyway, I found a way to grow this with simple stem cells. It's invigorating, really. The best of both worlds, a cock that has no chance of impregnation, and was done without major surgery.."
Angela leaned down and pressed her hand against the bulge of Moira's pants, which elicited a groan and instantly shut her up.
"Ahh..it's taken some getting used to, it elicits pleasure in both areas.."
Angela smiled, nodding as she rubbed the palm of her hand against Moira's boxers, occasionally grasping and sizing it up. She was even more thrilled than before, completely intrigued in this extra part between her legs.
"Fuck.." Moira pressed into her hand, grabbing onto both of her shoulders. Her breathing quickly became ragged, internally pleading for more.
Angela kept a steady rhythm at first, until curiosity got the better of her and she carefully slid the shaft out of Moira's boxers. She glanced down to observe it, marveling at the fact that it really was just perfectly and seemingly grafted on. She traveled her hand up and down it, before squeezing it right at the middle.
Moira felt no need to mask her enjoyment as she squeezed her nails into Angela's shoulders, moaning right into her ear. This was nothing like the countless testing she did on herself, it was pure bliss just from those smooth and curious hands exploring it.
Angela chuckled, enjoying the shift in power dynamic whenever they were typically around each other. She leaned in and peppered Moira's neck with kisses, starting to slowly tug at her shaft. She pivoted her wrist and thumbed the tip at times, taking the time to get used to it in her hand.
Moira groaned, her hips pushing up against her hand. The only words that she could manage were mostly a bubbling mess of 'fucks'. She wanted to flip Angela onto her back and just really go to town, but did all she could to restrain herself.
Angela whispered in her ear, "How is it?" She tried to sound innocent, but it was terribly clear she had full knowledge of what she was doing and how the other felt. She too felt the desire for more, but instead had a different idea. While still tugging at her shaft she moved herself downwards until she was face to face with it. She grabbed the base and licked the tip in several circles, looking up at Moira for a response.
"Fuck..Angela.." What she saw was Moira's head knelt back as far as it could go, her hips shaking in an attempt to not jut forward and choke the poor woman. She held tightly on the back of Angela's head, feeling her body slowly edge at the point of release.
Angela's tongue traveled down the rest of her shaft, repeating the motion before carefully moving it into her mouth. She was only able to get about half of the length somewhat comfortably in, which made it pretty apparent she was inexperienced. Still, she worked with what did fit inside.
Moira was in no position to take notice of this, for she was now fully riding into her orgasm, her hand shakily grabbing the top half of Angela's hair. She groaned her lover's name through strangely high-pitched moans, both of her lower halves quivering with the sensation.
Angela slowly ceased her actions to fully draw out her peaked pleasure, only pulling away after Moira calmed down and released the vice grip she had on her hair. She smiled proudly, and tugged her boxers back up before sliding her way back up the bed.
Moira breathed as if she had just ran a marathon, looking completely spaced out at first until she locked eyes with Angela, "You.. were incredible..much more incredible than my testing.. You're amazing."
Angela smiled, "Would you believe me if I said I had never done that before?"
Moira raised an eyebrow, "There's no way that you haven't. How on earth could you work your tongue like that?"
Angela rolled onto her back with a shrug, "Well, I've watched it quite a bit. Though it wasn't ehh.. always attached to a man."
"Mm. Do you prefer it that way?"
"What do you mean?"
Moira waved her hand a bit, "Do you prefer it on a man or a woman?"
Angela rubbed the back of her neck, "Well considering that's the only kind to get me off yet.."
"Ahhh I see, so you prefer your lays to be of a 'different' variety? Now that's something I wouldn't have guessed from our very own medical professional."
Angela covered her face with the blanket, "Moiraaa, stop teasing me! Is it really that strange?"
Moira laughed at first, but then straightened herself, "While it's not exactly strange, it's simply detracted from what society views as being the norm. I feel it should be no different, however not everyone agrees with it. I'm just glad you understand the fluidity of bodies in different individuals."
Angela didn't expect such a response. Clearly Moira felt very strongly on the subject. Perhaps it was one of the leading causes of her decision-making. She gave the words some thought, then blurted out,
"Can I ask you something?"
Moira had a hunch where this was going but decided to just listen anyway, "Of course you can."
Angela had the question in her mind, but her mouth had conflicting arrangements, "Do you uhhh.. are you.. umm.."
Moira got the idea and decided to interrupt, "I have no intentions of fully morphing myself past where I am now. As far as identity goes, I'm going ahead and assuming that's also in your question, I'm very comfortable with myself. Now my definition may vary at times, however I feel I can fit either one that suits my fancy. Or neither at times. I've resided myself in just being a person, if that makes any sense."
Angela nodded in thought, going over each word meticulously. It almost seemed like a different world in the mind and body of Moira, yet she has come out of it with a better understanding.
"Ahh." Moira started, "And as far as pronouns go, I'd happily answer to any of them. My 'normal' ones are generally used, but any of them are fine."
"Thank you, Moira." Angela smiled, scooting her way up towards her. The things they've now shared made her feel quite at home.
Moira leaned in and planted a kiss on her head, and soon after she whispered,
"Don't think I forgot about you."
"Forgot? About what?"
Moira slid a hand slowly down Angela's body, right until she was just above her waistline. Carefully she tugged her pants down, grinning as her hand made its way into her underwear.
Angela nibbled her lip, shifting one of her legs open for easier access. She moved her hands back in submission, watching the other woman's work.
"Mm, not even putting up a fight. You're a filthy little thing aren't you." Moira grinned, etching her finger along the folds of Angela's lower half. She moved onto her side, once again pressing her weight up against her. And slowly, her finger gilded its way inside, before another joined in.
Angela felt heat rise in both her face and lower body, gasping as those fingers made their way inside. She offered no explanation, only soft huffs and moans as her insides were toyed with.
"Mmm.." Moira hummed, "Is this what you always imagined? What you think about at night? Having me feel how desperate your body is for me?"
Angela whimpered, "Y..you.."
"Me?" Moira laughed, her fingers gliding in and out inches at a time, "Go on now, I'm listening."
Angela whimpered more, wiggling her hips, "Put it.. in me.."
"They're already in you, Angela." Moira knew full well what she meant, taking great delight in waiting for her to say it.
Angela huffed, "You know what I mean.."
"Ahh that I do, but I'm going to need to hear you say it."
"Please.." Angela sighed, "Please put your cock in me.."
"That's more like it." Moira hummed once again, now fully and less carefully tugging Angela's pants down. The rest of their clothing came next until they were both fully naked. Her eyes marveled at the sight, taking a few moments to knead the newly exposed breasts before her.
"Mmm.. do you like them?" Angela's hands slowly explored the other woman's body; first to her newly exposed torso, then down to her ass. She gave it a quick smack, squeezing it afterwards.
"Angela, Angela, an ass woman are we?" Moira laughed, leaning down and kissing up and down her neck. She teasingly slid her fingers inside Angela's folds again, using her thumb to stimulate her clit.
"Mooiraa.." Angela whined, using her leg to brush up against the other woman's shaft. She was squirming with desire, her nails tugging and pleading against Moira's skin.
"Oh, I don't remember someone putting you in charge." Moira's tone changed to a low grumble, placing a hand firmly to Angela's throat. She only applied a slight bit of pressure, dragging a nail just underneath her chin. Though as she leaned in closely to Angela's face she smiled again, nipping her upper lip before letting go.
"S-sorry.." Angela's body tensed from the sudden shift in atmosphere, though something about it made her knees a bit weak.
"Good girl, I suppose now I shouldn't make you wait much longer." Moira retracted her fingers, using the newly free hand to spread Angela's legs apart. The other took hold of her shaft, positioning it so the tip rested just slightly inside her. She now waited for approval.
"Ready?"
Angela nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, yes I'm very much ready."
Moira took one last moment to make sure she was positioned correctly, then slowly entered Angela. Her walls were a bit tight, but not so much she had to apply a lot of pressure. She carefully watched the other woman for signs of discomfort as she slid inside, starting with slow and methodical thrusts. Once again, just from a bit of stimuli her body shuddered with pleasure.
Angela showed no signs of discomfort, instead showing quite the opposite. She held her breath each time Moira slid in, and huffed as she retreated. One of her legs wrapped around the other's waist, tugging firmly.
"Let me know if you're uncomfortable." Moira slowly began to pick up the pace, getting just a bit deeper with each thrust. Her eyes were still glued onto Angela, trying to focus on her for now and not herself.
"You're.. mmph.. very kind..but you don't need to hold back." Angela's nods and moans helped guide the other woman in her methods, her other leg making its way around her as well.
"As much as I'd love to just rail you at the moment, I need to..fuck.. assess you first.." Moira realized she sounded like Angela was just an experiment, "I..I just mean..mngh...God you're tight.." Her mind was getting hazy, ready to forget the carefulness altogether.
Angela didn't really take the time to notice the oddity of her statement, her only focus was how badly she wanted Moira. Her inner walls pulsed with arousal with each thrust, it was driving her crazy how bad she wanted it.
"Please Moira.."
Moira quickly threw her methods out the window and instead held tightly onto Angela's leg, holding it against her as she rammed her shaft inside. It started deep and slow, but quickly evolved into rapid thrusts. Her breath grew quick and ragged, grunting with each movement of her hips.
Angela grasped at the bedsheets, her legs shuddering for a moment, "Ahh! Fick ja, so wie das.."
Moira couldn't help but snort, though it got covered up pretty quick by her excessive panting. She leaned down until she was completely hovered over Angela, keeping a tight grip on her leg. She buried herself into her neck, nipping and sucking all over the side of it. With a bit more maneuvering, she managed to adjust herself to start hitting her insides in just the right direction.
Angela arched her back and gasped loudly, hitting the mattress beneath her multiple times, "Fuck, yes, right there!"
Moira grinned and continued her assault on that particular area, though her body was starting to shake with ecstasy, "Shit I.. I think I'm gunna..fuck.."
Angela dug her nails deeper, "Pleaaasee don't stop..."
Moira nodded, but was concerned for her own stamina. She decided to abruptly pull herself out, giving Angela a quick kiss before diving in between her legs. She managed to flick her tongue right where she had been before, her thumb rubbing the other woman's clit in rapid circles.
Angela groaned her displeasure at first, but it only lasted a second. Her back arched once more, her hand reaching down and grabbing a fistful of Moira's hair. She somehow knew just how to please her in all the right spots, and before she knew it her legs began to shake. She threw her head back and moaned her lover's name, squirming and panting with peaked pleasure.
Moira looked up and marveled at the sight before her. It was definitely worth stopping her own enjoyment to let Angela continue her own. She licked up just about all she could before plopping down beside her, fatigue now catching up to her.
Angela slowly began to regain her composure, blinking up at the ceiling in a daze. She stayed quiet for a moment, several moments really, but eventually spoke up,
"I think you made the right decision with that 'experiment' of yours."
Moira laughed, pulling her blanket over the pair as she slid beside Angela, "Oh I'm aware. I do hope there'll be more where that came from."
With a nod, Angela rested her head against the other woman's chest, sighing contently.
"Absolutely, but after a good nap."