𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐨’𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
an: the first part of this came to me in a dream today….i had to write some sort of revenge fic. enjoy! 🤍
“am i distracting you, doctor?”
your hands were on her sides. still, just resting there as you stood behind from where she sat at her desk. you whispered low in her ear, impish with a threatening grin. your fingers were poised in the perfect position to strike, yet you remained unmoving.
moira had visibly tensed under your touch, not daring to look away from her laptop screen as she desperately tried to not let even a single twitch show. “i….i highly advise you drop... whatever dull idea you might have.”
you remained quiet, letting the anticipation build, along with the rigidness in moira’s muscles before you finally unlatched your fingers.
she visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief that she tried so hard to hide, but you noticed it anyway. you giggled, standing up straight again and walking away with a proud grin.
now, the roles had switched. several days later, when you had halfway forgotten about that moment, you found yourself jerking under her slim fingers on your ribs.
those damned nails dragged ever so slowly as she loomed over you with a greater threatening presence than you had seen in a while. “oh dear. this is quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. is this…distracting?”
you gritted your teeth, arms screaming to crash onto your sides, but you held strong, not wanting to give her what she was seeking for. she knew she would break you though, leaning in to softly speak into your ear. her breath was warm on your ear, making you shiver.
"i will say, you've earned yourself the slightest of lenience for stopping when you did. that head of yours isn't that foolish."
you tilted your head away with a tiny squeak when she gently blew into your ear.
"although, you know better than to test me at all."
her nails scraped down your ribs and to your sides, gliding lower until they reached your hips and trailed back up again. there was more purpose to it this time. it made your back arch as an unusual screech spewed past your lips.
your arms did crash down now, straight to your sides and trapping her hands between them and your torso. unfortunately, it did little to deter her movements. her delicate tracing turned sinister, long nails replaced by fingers as she squeezed mercilessly at your sides instead.
"m-moir-ah! noho, plehease!"
heavy laughter rushed out of you, echoing off the thin walls and making moira smirk. you couldn't see the look on her face, but you could definitely hear it in the way she whispered against your neck.
"such a ridiculous amount of sensitivity. you'd make quite the experiment."
your face heated at that, head dropping lower as you stared holes into the desk below you. you writhed under her grueling touch, nerves lit on fire as she seemed to know just where to prod to get another shriek out of you.
you doubled over, head almost lying against the table now when she stepped closer against the back of your chair. she practically had you trapped between the desk and her. there was no room to get up unless she moved away, which didn't seem plausible any time soon.
her hands escaped their narrow enclosure, and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around yourself, fully blocking any spots she might try to pursue. moira only hummed confidently though, like she had something else planned.
and she did. those long nails trailed down the center of your back in a tauntingly slow motion. you squealed loudly, snapping up and arching your back as far as it would allow. you sucked in a harsh breath before falling into titters and bubbly giggles.
"moirahaha!"
"hold still, dear."
one hand held onto your shoulder, slightly pushing you forward and bringing your back closer to her again. you shook your head, finding her grip to be quite strong as you made the futile effort of pulling away from her.
she grinned behind you, thoroughly amused at your failed attempt of escape. her free hand found your back once more, trailing towards one of your shoulder blades until her thumb reached the bone. she dug in meticulously, taking one of her educated guesses and being thrilled as she got the reaction she hoped for.
you jerked under her touch, twisting left and right and spewing more hearty laughter as she made you crumble under her touch. your arms were still hugging yourself, unsure of what to do and unable to reach for her hand behind you.
"what a peculiar spot to be ticklish. where else might they hide, hmm?"
before you could plead, the hand on your shoulder squeezed into the muscle repeatedly. you twitched with a new bout of laughter, your shoulder scrunching up towards your head in an attempt to alleviate the sensation.
"plehease, d-dohoctor! a-ah!"
moira hummed in thought, yet not stopping her squeezing or digging. you sat there rigidly and in peals of mirth as she debated with herself in her head.
"now, now, pet. your hypersensitivity is questionable, and all those miniscule spots that make you beg must be uncovered and answered."
the faintest sound of a whine unveiled in between your shrieks and cackles. moira's downright entertained voice spoke out next to your ear.
"shall we continue, then?"