You learn quick that if you ask her about her day you best be prepared for a college seminar level rant about the days experiments and those are usually the shortened versions so not to overwhelm you in her eyes
Sheโs always checking in on you at the start and end of the day at least but will try to throughout. Always asking if youโve eaten enough, drank your water yet, taken care of your morning routine, or just checking where your heads at. That being said sheโs absolutely awful at all those things when it comes to her own days and youโll often be reminding her to take her morning meds and actually eat at least one meal and leave her lab
Every once in a while sheโll let you know she has to host a coworker or two and youโre forbidden from even peaking into her lab for your own safety. To make up for interrupting your shared routines she usually goes out of her way leading up to that time doing things with and for you
Despite most of her colleagues in the scientific fields veiwing her as a bit of a recluse sheโs quite the adventurous one when sheโs not working. Always wanting to go new places with you and explore until you both end up passing out early from exhaustion in the best ways
If they fit sheโll constantly steal your shirts and hoodies but if they donโt sheโll buy ones her size and let you keep them for a little while before stealing them back with a shit eating grin
She has a home lab she uses for โcoworkersโ and projects she finds especially interesting but in the times where neither are taking up any space (and should you want to) sheโll call you her little experiment or test subject and bring you in there instead of the bedroom for spicier activities
Moira loved harsh and rough. Gripping and almost tearing at your skin. Like she needed you in primal ways. (she did)
She leaned back in her chair, hand covering her face as she sat there thinking. Doomfist is gone. What now? She was really unprepared for all this nonsense. Just as she had decided to shut her eyes, you walked through her office door.
Sitting up in her chair Moira eyed the way you walked around towards her, fingers rapping on the desk as you walked by it. "Just in time, I needed you.." She pulled at your hips to sit on her lap, hungry.
Mouths collided, hands groped, thighs shivered. Moira left the office satisfied that day - with lipstick smudged.
๊ฐ เพเฝฒ โฅ๏ธ เฟ May I Have This Dance? As Moiraโs controversialy young girlfriend itโs your job to be a menace and seduce her even in the most inconvenient situations. In this case it just happened to be at a networking gala, and you just happened to distract her while she was talking to someone she could care less about. When you finally meet up she asks an important question.
เท Contains: Age gap relationship, public bathroom sex, fingering r!receiving (Moira is a stone top), petnames
เท Notes: FIRST MOIRA FIC IN A WHILE EEEE !! I hope my Moira lovers from my last blog enjoy this because I know I sure do ๐ I love her so much and I wish more people would write for her D:
เท Listening to: The Party & The After Party - The Weeknd
Dark red lips nursed a glass of equally dark red wine as your eyes darted from person to person in the grand gala hall that Moira had dragged you to. She muttered something about networking and how it would be good for Talon for her to attend, of course begrudgingly. She would have rather been doing anything else than having fake intellectual conversations with people she couldnโt give two shits about. The older woman preferred to keep to herself most of the time, you were her exception though. A pretty, young, sweet thing she was just drawn to. You were like a shiny new toy she couldnโt resist. She was about 15 years your senior, but that didnโt stop either of you when you had begun working for Talon.
Your gaze landed on hers and you tested your luck with a slight wave of your fingers in her direction before taking another sip of wine.A droplet dribbled down the side of your lips, but before it could get too far you swiped up the red liquid into your mouth. You sucked your finger with a quiet pop before looking away from the older woman. Moira couldnโt believe the nerve you had, well she could, she came home to it every day, but she would have thought youโd have a little more decorum in public.
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Whispers of the geneticist luring the new sweet young recruit into her spindly grasp spread through Talon like a wildfire. Much to her dismay, Sombra had jokingly called her a cradle robber. Needless to say that day Sombra learned to not joke about Moiraโs preferences.
If only everyone knew what a minx you were. Sneaking into Moiraโs lab deep into the night, distracting her with your close proximity, your soft touch on her arm whenever you would lean closer to see what she was doing. Your bubbly laughter that slipped out whenever Moira said something she didnโt even think was that funny. All your mannerisms had driven her absolutely mad, and it felt like all she could think of was you. You were like a vanilla-scented cloud that fogged her mind whenever she tried to get anything done.
Eventually she broke first. Sweeping you up in a heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing together as she caged you in against her desk. Since then it was sort of an open secret that you two were dating even though it was never acknowledged in ways other than whispers that spread through the halls.
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Moiraโs attention was dragged back to the grating voice that droned on about nothing she was interested in. A tight smile played on her lips as she nodded her head in faux interest. Whatever this man had been saying went in one ear and out the other. Her body inched further away from him with every word, hoping he would take the hint and wrap up his little speech. Of course it was only wishful thinking on her part, how silly of her to believe any man would have the common sense to see when conversation was dragging. Once she caught a pause in his words she took the chance to announce her departure, claiming she was needed elsewhere.
She made herself scarce and slipped away with another tense smile before setting her sights on you again. Under the dim lighting you were illuminated by the candle centered on the table. You were alone, bored with the event already and Moira could tell. And when you were bored, you were mischievous.
You pat the seat next to you, a plan already swirling in your mind. Maybe it was your slightly intoxicated thoughts taking charge, but you crept your hand onto her knee, stroking the soft material of her suit.
โHi, Doctor.โ Her title rolled off your tongue sweetly.
โMy little dove.โ
Her brow raised slightly at the soft pressure on her knee. Your wandering hands moved up her thigh and Moira caught on to what you were trying. Her hand stopped yours with precision, giving it a firm squeeze, and giving you a stern look as if to say โWhat do you think youโre doing?โ
You feigned defeat and folded your hands on top of each other on the silky table cloth.
โHow has your โnetworkingโ been?โ Your fingers raised up doing little air quotes with a roll of your eyes, before tilting your head back, drinking up the last bit of your wine.
โYou know I despise these eventsโฆ Itโs just an excuse for the inflation of egos and small talk disguised as philosophical findings.โ
Her brows furrowed and the little crease in between them deepened as she dished out her venomous complaints about everyone she had talked to that night. In her little rant, she had grabbed her silken purple tie and loosened it ever so slightly, undoing the top button of her collared shirt as well. A sliver of ivory skin peeked out from where the button was popped open, and your eyes had found themselves drifting down as she spoke. You watched as the muscles in her neck contracted, the way her hand rested on her chin, and finally the way she had stopped talking. She had noticed your attention was clearly elsewhere, and decided to see how long it took you to notice.
โDarling, I see youโre present again?โ Thin brows raised as her heterochromatic eyes searched yours in amusement.
Your lips curled into a mischievous smile, there wasnโt a shameful bone in your body.
โWell maybe you shouldnโt be so scandalous, unbuttoning your shirt in front of a lady might give her the wrong impression.โ
The older woman almost couldnโt believe what she was hearing. Your insatiable desire for her never ceased to baffle her. Even the most mundane things made you want to jump on herโ she had learned that the hard way.
โAre you such a pest that even a singular button is getting you hot and bothered?โ She leaned in closer to you ever so slightly.
โIf I said yes, what would you do about it?โ
Taking you to the restroom and fucking you in one of the stalls was definitely what Moira wanted to do, but where was the fun in instant gratification? Moira was a woman of science and experiments after all. She wanted to touch you and prod you and make you want her so bad you couldnโt bear it anymore. So instead, she extended her hand out to you wordlessly, and took you to the center of the room. The sound of your heels clicked away on the glassy floors of the gala hall, and you almost stumbled, but Moira kept a firm grasp on your arm to hold you up. Couples had begun to pair up ready to dance the rest of the night away, a gathering like this called for it after all.
Never one for dances, you rolled your eyes at the extended hand coming your way. She had bowed to you, waiting for you to take her hand once more.
โMay I have this dance?โ
Your bottom lip caught between your teeth briefly before nodding your head, โOnly if you take the lead.โ
Your chest collided with hers as she pulled your body closer to hers. One hand intertwined with yours, and the other rested firmly on your lower back, almost dipping a little too low, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own conversations to care. Your free arm slung around her shoulder, keeping you impossibly close to her. Her thumb rubbed small circles on your lower back as a persistent reminder of her hands on you. If only she was exploring you further, but you knew youโd have to be good and wait for that.
As you swayed to the soft, melodic music you caught Moiraโs gaze, giving her a sweet smile. Thoughts of seducing her had temporarily flew out of your mind when you saw how much adoration her eyes gave you. Breaking the eye contact you rested your head on her shoulder gently, your eyes fluttering shut as she led the dance. Her scent permeated your every sense and you felt yourself getting lost in those dark amber notes that she loved so dearly. Moments later your red lips had left their mark upon your lover's neck after a chaste kiss. A fleeting kiss had turned into little nips, on her neck as Moira warned you to behave. The way she had whispered your name in a hushed tone was enough to make you stop for just a moment. Your lips resumed their spot on her neck after a second of contemplation, you would gladly take a punishment from her later if it meant you were riling her up.
โDonโt you want me like I want you?โ
Your words were accented by each little kiss and swipe of your tongue onto her neck. She found her grip on your body was growing firmer and more tense as your love bites littered her neck. It wasnโt very noticeable, but she had begun to lose her rhythm with every nip on her neck. You could tell she was trying her hardest to remain unfazed, but as soon as the song came to an end and everyone was too busy resuming their chatting with one another, Moira had whisked you away with her to the restroom.
Both of you held your composure until the bathroom door clicked shut. After, it was all stumbling movements as she pulled you into the furthest stall. She could barely keep her hands off of you as she locked the door and slammed you against it. With one hand she gripped your chin and angled it up to look at her, and with the other she wrapped it around your waist to rest on your lower back. You wanted to feel impossibly close to her so you snuck your arms around her neck to pull her even closer.
Your lips collided together with a certain hunger that had been brewing in Moira the whole night. As much as she wanted to deny it, you had an intense effect on her. You whined against her lips and she consumed every little sound you made until all that could be heard was the sounds of your lips moving together.
She had you right where she wanted you so the hand that had a firm grip on your chin trailed down to the slit of your dress, exposing your thigh. Her thumb caressed the soft, supple skin for a moment before toying with the lace of your panties. Your hips jolted forward into her touch, you were practically overflowing with desire for her.
The older woman smirked into the kiss before parting ways, both of you huffing to catch your lost breath.
โThe state of you after just a few kissesโฆ How interesting.โ Her lithe fingers finally dipped into your ruined panties, swiping over your arousal before settling into a slow rhythm over your clit.
A string of quiet curses fall from your lips as you lean to rest your head on her chest. Lashes flutter as your eyes squeeze shut, just taking the other womanโs ministrations. Whatever she decides to give you, you would take, take, and take until you couldnโt anymore.
โItโs almost pathetic how easily you fall apart for me.โ It was true, all it took were a few kisses and her lazy strokes on your sensitive bud and you were already feeling bliss. Even her degradation was turning you on, your little whimpers confirmed that for her.
You were cute like this, but Moira wanted to see just how far gone you were for her. She retracted her soiled fingers, watching as a string of your arousal connected her fingers together, just glistening under the dim bathroom lighting. She turned you around, bending you over ever so slightly before returning her fingers into your soaked pussy. She didnโt give you a single moment to adjust before sinking two lengthy digits into you knuckles deep. Her pace was slow, but her strokes were deep, reaching that velvety part of you that made your knees buckle.
Your back was pressed against hers as she held you up against the stall door, fucking her fingers into you.
โMoiraโโ Her name came out louder than you wanted it to, as a filthy cry of pleasure that had been begging to be released. She cut you off before you could get any more whines out.
She shushed you softly, โI know my little dove, I know, but we donโt want to get caught do we?โ
You shook your head whimpering a soft no.
โGood girl. Keep taking me just like this. Itโs like you were made for me.โ
She had taken it upon herself to slip another finger in, and your greedy pussy sucked it in with almost no resistance. It was downright lewd how wet you were and the noises coming from the stall. If anyone had walked in, they would know exactly what was happening . Thankfully the sound of melodic music from outside the bathroom drowned out any noises you were making.
Her hot breath fanned over your neck as her body eclipsed yours and filthy words were whispered into your ear. The sleaziness of it all was getting you closer to release. You had to cover your own mouth as moans tumbled from your lips and your legs shook with the intensity of your orgasm. Moira held you up against the stall door as you caught your breath before slowly guiding you to stand up straight. She slowly slipped her soaked fingers from you as to not overstimulate you before haphazardly wiping them down with a couple sheets of toilet paper. You immediately collapsed into her chest again once she turned you around and you almost begged her to take you home right then and there. You were absolutely spent, you didnโt think you could even face any of the other guests that night.
Summary: In the past weeks, Moira had been exceedingly busy with her work. Something, something โฆ genetic breakthrough. You were happy for her sure, seeing the determination in her eyes. Though that left very little time for you in her already impossible schedule. It seemed nothing you did could pull her away from working. You missed sleeping next to her in bed, you missed her listening with her full attention as you spoke but mostly youโd missed the affection. Her work brain had completely taken over, flowing like a well-oiled machine, sheโd spend hours at her research. When she wasnโt in her laboratory, sheโs giving and attending lectures on topics related to her work. Then she comes home, goes over the notesโฆ endlessly.
You were sick of it. You wanted her attention now. You had just the idea on how to get it. If the persistent poking and talking wouldnโt do it then maybe this would.
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You carefully pulled the short skirt over your black tights, making sure not to rip them. It dusted directly below the curve of your ass, if youโd bent over just slightlyโฆ with that youโd left to go get coffee for her. An excuse to show up to her laboratory.
The two cups were warm in your hands, your shoes echoed as you walked in. Moira sat hunched over her desk. She didnโt even look up at you. Rude.
โGood morning.โ Youโd said in a bitter tone, setting the coffee next to her.
โMorning.โ She muttered, hastily scribbling notes with her nose in a book
You were going to have to try harder if you could barely get her to acknowledge you. You lifted yourself up on the counter and crossed your ankles. Youโd noticed your skirt ride up quite a bit as the cold countertop pressed into the backsides of your thighs. You leaned back on your elbows and hummed mindlessly, looking around at the absolute wreck of her lab. It was obvious sheโd been busy, youโd never seen this place in such a state.
At this point, youโd exhausted everything. The humming, tapping your fingers, sighing in annoyance. She didnโt even blink.
โOkay well youโre welcome for the coffee. Iโll see you later.โ You said, peeved at her behavior. She grunted in response. You rolled your eyes but sheโd never know. As you stood up, propelling yourself off the counter top, landing with a loud tap on the tile floor.
You went to grab your coffee, now just about as cold as she was being. In your haste, you accidentally knock whatโs left of it onto some stray papers.
โOh! Iโm sorry!โ You said genuinely.
That got her attention. Youโd guessed no attention is bad attention. Though that train of thought was harshly interrupted by an immediate snap of her head towards the spill.
โYou need to watch what youโre โ!โ She stopped.
Moira looked you up and down. You stood before her, a sorrowful look on your face. More importantly though, a tight, short skirt hugging your hips perfectly. It seemed for a moment she short-circuited, her mouth was slightly agape and she just watched you.
You began to apologize again. โIโm sorry, I really hope I didnโt mess โโ Moira stood up abruptly and sighed.
โSit down.โ She ordered, gesturing to the sturdy metal chair nearby that was being used as a makeshift table it seemed. You blinked at her before moving the few books into a new stack, you picked the chair up and placed it closer to her. A loud clang as its legs touched the floor. She watched you meticulously as you sat down on the cold metal seat, looking up at her with anticipation. Maybe sheโd finally apologize for her horrible attitude.
โYou beautiful, dumb pet.โ She said, caressing your cheek with her hand. Her nails grazing your ear.
โMoira! How dare โโ You started, pushing her hand away.
โAh, ah, ahโฆโ She clicked her tongue, pulling her hand back from your face and folding her arms behind her back. โDonโt pretend this isnโt what you wanted.โ She said in a sweet sultry tone with a knowing look. You blushed in response, looking away from her gaze. This is what you wanted, now you had her attention. All of it.
She turned away and started rummaging through a drawer. You could only watch her curiously. Metal clanging sounds before she produced two objects from the drawer.
Rope and a vibrator.
Surprised, you questioned her. โWhy do you have those?โ You asked.
โYou really are the curious little pet arenโt you?โ She huffed a laugh.
You werenโt getting an answer.
She then kneeled in front of you. Youโd be lying if the sight didnโt excite you at least a little bit, feeling a pulse within your body. You watched her carefully, unaware of her next move. You felt like prey, in the room with a predator who had seemingly detailed plans for you. Moiraโs cold hands ran up and down your thighs, her nails daring to rip your tights off of you. Your breath hitched in response. She pressed her nose into one of your knees and began to fidget with the hem of your skirt, as if examining the fabric. She looked up at you through her brows.
โItโs cute.โ She said softly. Before you could answer, she pushed it up towards your tummy. Your lace panties peeking through the thin fabric of your tights. In quick succession, Moira then spread your legs open and ripped through the crotch of your tights. You let out a breath you hadnโt noticed you were holding as the cold air of the lab drifted across your inner thighs, then you went to open your mouth to pout about your ruined tights but she quickly paused to look up at you.
โIโll buy you three new pairs.โ She confirmed, as if reading your mind. She then directed her attention back down to the scene before her. She grabbed the plush of your thighs with both hands, her nails digging dangerously close to your underwear. She purred like a hungry cat at the sight of a meal. With a curled finger she ran her knuckle over your wet clothed folds, back and forth. Your breath was shaky as you watched her.
Moira stood and you huffed softly, your body missing her touch already. She chuckled to herself before grabbing the aforementioned objects. Right. Those. She placed the head of the vibrator on the crotch of your underwear, then pulling your thighs together to hold it in place. You whimpered at the sudden sensation of the object pressing against your already sensitive clit. It wasnโt even on yet. Moira then took the rope and began to wrap it around both your legs and the seat of the chair so that you were unable to get up. She took a small remainder of the rope and went behind you.
โGive me your arms.โ Moira directed, you listened. โGood little pet.โ She whispered and planted a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before pulling your wrists together behind you and wrapping them snuggly to the metal bars in the back of the chair. She circled back around and stared at your now bound form.
She smiled down at you. โHow pathetic.โ She teased. โYou come into my lab, just begging to be touched. Who am I to deny to such a request hmm?โ She said, holding your chin between her index finger and thumb. Her other hand ghosted up and down your bare thigh, inching towards the wand of the vibrator. Moira pushed it gently into your clit, forcing you to look at her as she did so. You whimpered and your hips bucked at a desperate attempt to feel any sort of friction.
โOh sweetheart, so eager. Here, how about this hmm?โ She said, pressing the on button. A low hum filled the room and you yelped at the sudden sensation. She held your face in place as you began to moan.
โMoiraโ ahโฆโ You stammered.
โDoes that feel good beautiful?โ She asked.
โYes. Yesโฆโ You shook. The vibration sent waves of pleasure through your body as Moira ran the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip, her watchful eyes observing every shiver.
โGood. Good. What do we say?โ She coaxed, sticking her thumb past your teeth.
โThank โฆ gah โฆ you.โ You said, a mouth full of her finger. The vibration was becoming too much. Your body begged for release. Moira pulled her hand away from your mouth, a thick line of spit now dripping down your jaw. She kneeled in front of you once more and stretched your already ripped tights further open. She then moved your panties to the side, the fabric brushing past your clit and allowing the head of the vibrator flush against your skin.
โAh!โ You yelped at the quick movement and within seconds, you body shook. Your thighs flexed rabidly against the rope as it dug deeper into your skin. You squired feverishly against the chair, now slick with your sweat. The hum continued and you whined loudly, struggling to convey your sensitivity.
โMoira โ ah โ too muchโฆโ You stumbled over your words as the vibrator amplified the lasting effects of your orgasm.
โOh no. No. I thought you wanted this, I thought you wanted to cum.โ Moira goaded. โYouโre such an eager pet, I think you can get through another one. Donโt you?โ She said, then pressing the button on the vibrator once more. The frequency of humming was louder, more intense and you whimpered as Moira sat down in her chair across from you, enjoying her show.
โAh!โ Your yelp practically jumped from your chest. You pulled against the ropes around your wrist to no avail. The constant squirming in your seat led to only more friction between you and the vibrator. Your abdomen muscles clenched and your breathing became quick and shallow. Once again your body pulsed and jerked through your orgasm, the chair below you clanging as it teetered on the tile floor. The vibrator buzzed against your clit continuously, you felt a bead of sweat run down the front of your chest.
โPleaseโฆ I canโt โโ You begged. Just then the phone sitting on Moiraโs desk began to ring. You audibly sighed.
โOh it seems youโll have to wait dear.โ She said unapologetically. She picked up the phone, twisting its cord around her finger mindlessly and confirmed something before clattering the phone back down. You were becoming exceedingly sore, only the pleasure was still there. A deep ache.
โSeems weโll have a visitor soon!โ She grinned, leaning back in her chair, hands clasped in front of her. Your eyes grew wide and you whimpered in question through a haze of pleasure.
โYouโd better hurry up, I would just hate for someone to come in and see what a mess youโve made of yourself.โ She explained, standing. You gasp and moan at the sensations in your body and Moira walks behind you. She runs her hands up the sides of your belly and reaches up to grasp your chest. She runs her palms over your nipples before pinching them.
โMoira! Please โโ You whine.
โGo on. I love hearing you.โ She whispers and begins kissing the top of your head.
Her wet, hot breath in your ear sends you over the edge and your body shakes yet again. This time, your mind is foggy, in a state of pure bliss. As you ride your orgasm out, Moira circles back in front of you and turns off the vibrator. You yelp from the sudden change, breathing heavily.
โYou did so good.โ She tells you as she kneels to untie the rope from around your thighs, letting it drop to the floor. There are red indentations across both of your thighs. She presses against them gently and her cold hands aid the burn. You suck in through your teeth at all the touching, trying to come back to reality. She kisses each thigh once then fixes your panties back over your throbbing folds before standing and and holding your face between her palms. You look up at her, practically drooling.
โIโm sorry I havenโt been giving my beautiful love enough attention.โ She says genuinely before kissing your forehead and walking behind you to free your wrists.
โIโm sorry I ruined your notesโฆโ You replied. โI just miss you.โ You admitted.
โI know. Iโll be home tonight, I promise.โ She reassured, helping you stand. Your legs felt like jelly beneath you. She looked down.
โI should probably get rid of that chair. Someone really is on their way.โ She pointed out. She picked up the chair and put it in a nearby storage closet along with her tools.
โGet cleaned up. Iโll see you later.โ She said, coming back to kiss you one last time. You smiled and nodded, kissing her back.
You left shortly after through the back exit, hearing her professional voice greet her presumed coworker as soon as the doors closed behind you.
First time writing smut, kinda nervous lol but really I hope you enjoyed reading this! Please lmk what you think. Thanks! ๐งช
This concept simply because of the contrast between the two. You bring a different energy into the geneticistโs laborious lifestyle.
Notes: Reader is Moiraโs new laboratory assistant. She finds your drawing.
You were nervous to meet the nefarious Dr. OโDeorain after hearing the horror stories of the assistants before you.
Youโd come to find that she was yes, very intimidating but you knew you could push past that cold exterior.
You were determined to.
It started with your habit of drawing her main test subjects, rabbits! A way to memorialize the poor little guys.
โYou are aware these animalโs lives are short lived? It is pointless to fawn over them.โ She would tell you in her usual biting, matter-of-fact tone.
Yes. You knew that but it didnโt stop you. Pages of your sketchbook were lined with the sweet rabbitโs faces and yet, youโd desired a new subject.
In between helping Moira (obeying what she required of you) you began to sketch her in secret.
She was very drawable. Her tall figure, her sharp eyes, her long nails, her mutated arm with its veins running up and down it like a deep purple river. You liked her hair and pointed nose.
Truthfully, it started to become an obsession. You had accumulated several sketches of Moira, hunched over her desk with her palm bracing her forehead. Your favoriteโs were ones where youโd illustrated her in various different outfits, just for the fun of it.
Sheโd never ask what you were up to but youโd caught her a time or two, glancing your way when you were also hunched over, scribbling in your sketchbook. Rolling her eyes if you dared to look up at her.
Eventually she stopped paying any mind to it, the laboratory was more often than not filled with only the sound of your pencil on the paper and occasional clink of glass test tubes.
Youโd truly created your best yet. On a small pastel pink post-it note was a doodle of Moira snuggling with a bunny. It was so precious, so cute, so โฆ impossible to envision that your brain insisted on making it a reality. You could only imagine Moiraโs annoyance if she saw this. It was uncharacteristically adorable.
You placed if loosely between the pages of your notebook as you packed your things to leave for the day.
or you thought you hadโฆ
The next morning youโd walked into the laboratory, Moiraโs back was to you, hunched over her desk as usual. Only there was a familiar flash of pink hanging directly on her notes board.
She had found your drawing and hung it up?
โDr. OโDeorain?โ You spoke up meekly.
โYes?โ She replied sharply, without looking up.
โYou found my drawing.โ You said, still quite surprised.
โYes.โ She said before a long pause.
โYou hung it up.โ You said.
She turned around rapidly. โIs there a point to your prattling, assistant?โ She said sternly, her eyes boring into your own.
You only stared back, in a state of slight fear and disbelief. Then she laughed. Moira apparently thought this was humorous. Her elegant laugh echoed in the barren lab.
โYou think me so impossibly difficult?โ She asked before waiting for a response, she added:
โI liked it. I hope you do not mind. It keeps meโ She paused. โโฆhumble.โ She smirked.
Your face tightened into a bashful smile, it felt hot with confusion and embarrassment and maybe a bit of admiration. You wouldnโt be replaced like those before you and you were exceedingly happy about that.
Hope you liked this !! I was thinking about writing this from Moiraโs POV so we shall see. Thanks for reading !! ๐งช
Hello! Recently having my wisdom teeth taken out (itโs horrible do not recommend) has inspired me to write about Moira and how sheโd treat you if you were feeling ill.
She would never openly admit it but seeing you in pain did bring her some โฆ discomfort. Sheโs not used to letting people close and so it frustrates her how much she cares about you.
Moira would remain busy in her lab as you rested but the thought of your current state would pick at the deepest parts of her brain throughout the day.
She stands over the bed as you sleep and watches you at times, her tall frame casting shadow over your body.
Her hands would remain behind her back, as if observing a test subject. Though, sometimes she would reach out and youโd feel her cold hand cradle your jaw if only for a moment before bending down and kissing your forehead gently as you slept.
Moira undoubtedly understands quite a bit about the human body and so she ensures youโre caught up on the necessary medication. โTake these.โ She would say with slender fingers offering you a small paper cup with a variety of vitamins, antibiotics and painkillers if needed.
Each day she would monitor your status. โHow are you feeling today?โ She would ask, genuine concern hidden behind her usual cold expression.
Moira would encourage you to eat, shower, get up and brush your teeth. Insisting that it would make you feel better.
She would help with those tasks if you asked but would not assume you needed it unless stating otherwise.
She found joy in your compliance. She sometimes fantasized you were her personal little experiment, willing to do whatever she deemed appropriate.
Though sheโs relieved to see you feeling better, a worse side, a sick side of her wished you had remained ill for just a little longer. She liked when you were more or less dependent on her.
yes. she would make you soup.
This is my first time writing for Moira so I hope you liked it, I tried my best to keep her true to character lol. Thanks for reading !! ๐งช
