Doctor, Doctor

(Gimme the news, I've gotta bad case of lovin' you!)

Now that'll be in my head all week.

Moira and Mercy have a tradition of meeting up at conferences and spending  their nights together. It's purely platonic, a relationship of pleasurable convenience. At least it was, until Angela started to fall for her Irish lover.

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Angela let out a soft sigh and stretched out in the bed, toes curling as she sighed in delighted comfort. She sniffed and let out a quiet growl, sitting up and frowning across the darkened hotel room to where Moira was standing smoking by the window.

“You can’t do that in here.” She said sternly, earning a quiet chuckle from the willowy ginger. Moira set down her cigarette and crushed its smouldering end under a discoloured thumb. She turned and smiled, resting herself against the desk. Angela pursed her lips and shuffled deeper into the covers, eyes flitting from Moira’s sultry smirk to her soft, slim and entirely nude body.

“Always so worried about the rules, darlin’.” She sighed, brushing a hand over her hair. “Your love of bureaucracy is as sweet as ever.”

Angela pouted, cheeks darkening as Moira’s hand slipped over her belly to her sex, gently petting her petals, eyes still locked onto Angela. “Why do I let this happen every time we meet?”

“Specifics, Doctor.” Moira’s tutted.

“Every time we… do this.” Angela sighed, “we meet, and we flirt.”

“And drink.” Moira added, “can’t forget that.”

“Yes… and then we… fool around.” Angela scowled. “But we have nothing in common! When everything is over this is always how things go. We fight and…” she trailed off and sighed tiredly.

Moira paused before padding over to her, kneeling on the bed by her feet and offering a slight smile. “We have fun, don’t we?”

“Well… yes.”

“Why does anything else matter then?” Moira asked, fingers playing over Angela’s knees. “We meet up at these dull affairs and distract ourselves with more… pleasurable activities. This isn’t a relationship, we’re not lovers. Our arrangement is purely… physical.”

Angela sighed and nodded, conceding the point. “of course, but… why us? Why of everyone here am I drawn to you, and you to me?”

“Who says I’m drawn to you?” Moira murmured, sliding the covers back off Angela and kissing her way over her calf.

“M… Moira.” Angela breathed. “Why…?” Moira sighed boredly and slipped her hands around Angela’s leg, petting her soft pale skin with long fingers before nipping her thigh just enough to get her attention.

“Stop talking, darlin’.” She breathed, hands slipping higher up Angela’s body to her hips, yanking her down the bed to a sharp whoop of surprise. “it doesn’t matter.”

“Ahn! B… but?” Angela squeaked as Moira’s lips brushed against her sex, sending shivers rolling down her spine. “M… Moira!”

The ginger chuckled softly between her legs, lips locking over Angela’s sensitive pink pearl and sucking. Angela stopped talking, fingers raking through deep red hair, clinging to Moira’s scalp and pulling her deeper against her opening. 

For her part, Moira merely purred to herself, pleased to have silenced Angela for the time being. She sighed and savoured the taste of the Swiss doctor’s arousal, stabbing her tongue between her petals and beginning to slowly lick back and forth. Angela tasted as sweet as she was with her Overwatch colleagues, Moira could have devoured her pussy for hours, but instead she pulled away as Angela’s orgasm hit with a shrill squeak.

“Are you done talking now, love?” she cooed, licking her lips seductively and grinning at Angela’s blush.

“I… yes.” The blonde nodded. “Very much so.”

“Good.” Moira said brightly, straightening up on her knees and stroking over Angela’s legs before she hopped onto the floor. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Angela groaned a weak agreement and watched as Moira sauntered away, slim hips swaying confidently as she disappeared into the bathroom. She let out low breath and lay back, hand resting over her throbbing heart, feeling how her pulse raced.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was something else. All Angela knew was that Moira’s touch was electrifying whenever they met, that her taste was exhilarating, that her scent was intoxicating. How could someone she didn’t even like make her feel so rapturously happy, make her reach such peaks of pleasure? She shivered despite the warmth and smiled at Moira’s jacket, draped carelessly over the back of a chair. Regardless of anything else, the Irish geneticist looked magnificent in a suit.

“Angel.”

Angela started and glanced up, heart fluttering with nervous excitement as she saw Moira emerge from the bathroom. Her alabaster skin’s paleness was accentuated by the purple of her corrupted arm, and now by the bright violet straps of the dildo standing erect between her legs, wound around her thighs and narrow hips. Moira’s hand toyed with the soft pink plastic for a moment, basking in Angela’s attention before she stepped forwards.

“I thought that since we run into each other so often at these conferences… I had better be prepared.” She drawled confidently, slipping up onto the bed and crawling closer and closer to Angela’s prone form. “What do you think?”

“Moira I…”  Angela stuttered.

“Would you like me to take you like this, or are you going to move for me?”

“I… Like this.”

“As you wish, Darlin’”

Moira’s hands were warm and soft as they spread her wide, making her breath hitch and drawing a low coo as she pushed the head of the dildo into her. Moira grinned down at her, leaning close to kiss and nibble at her collar and throat before kissing her deeply. She tasted of cigarettes still, her tongue rough like sandpaper, not that Angela cared. She mewled into Moira’s mouth, hands finding her hips and pulling at her as she began to thrust, tortuously slow, dragging the pink head in and out of her opening.

Angela whined and grabbed Moira by the hips, trying to pull her deeper inside, but failing. Moira may have been thin and wiry, but she was deceptively strong still, easily resisting Angela’s desperate tugging.

“Say please, love.” She breathed into her hear, hands kneading the blonde’s chest like a cat, drawing yet more soft gasps from the Swiss woman beneath her.

“Moira.” Angela growled, “Stop it!”

“You have no patience.” Moira tutted, squeezing her gently, pale thumbs rubbing slowly around her nipples before pinching and tugging at them. She smiled to herself and sighed, “ah, I can’t say no to you.”

Angela groaned as Moira pushed her hips forwards, the plastic cock nestled against her sliding its way into Angela’s depths. Toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, she moaned into the night, trembling as Moira’s hands pulled at her nipples and laughed down at her.

“I’d say my toy has gone down well.” she cooed down at her, bright, mismatched eyes sparkling with lust as Angela rolled against her thrusts.

“Stop talking and… f… fuck me!”

Moira smiled to herself and nuzzled her face down against Angela’s shoulder, kissing and nibbling the flesh all along her neck to her earlobe. Angela’s moans tickled against her skin as she set to the task of fucking the blonde stupid, her hips pounding down at Angela’s quivering cunt with enough passion to make the only sound in their room the sound of flesh slapping together.

Angela’s moans grew all the more passionate as they rutted on the bed like animals, Moira’s smile grew only wider as the blonde squealed beneath her. she leant down and peppered kisses over her skin, worshipping her shoulders, her collarbone, her throat and cheeks and jawline, leaving slight smudges of dark lipstick as marks on her creamy flesh.

Moira let out a quiet grunt as Angela’s legs smacked against her waist, locking behind her hips and guiding her thrusts deeper inside her. The blonde let out a low mew, biting her own lip as her fingers scratched at Moira’s shoulders, blue eyes fluttering with delight.

Moira caught Angela by the chin and pulled her up into a kiss, purring into her mouth as their tongues met and began to duel. Angela’s hands moved to her cheeks, cradling her closer before squeaking as a hand slapped down on her ass in reply.

“Lie back, darlin’” Moira grinned, pushing her down onto the bed with a hand as she straightened up and stretched lazily.  Angela scowled and began to push against Moira’s hand, trying to sit up, only for the ginger to tut sternly and jerk her hips forwards, sinking the dildo deep into Angela’s cunt. “Ah ah, none of that.”

“Moiraaa.” Angela whined petulantly, pouting as Moira slowly slid her free hand through her hair, slicking it back before turning her attention back down to the blonde wriggling beneath her.

“Shush.” She growled hungrily, hands grabbing Angela’s thighs and yanking her over the bed until they were pressed snugly together, Moira’s hips pushing urgently against Angela’s groin, making her quiver with excitement. An infuriatingly superior smile was plastered over Moira’s face as she traced freshly trimmed nails over Angela’s belly. The blonde’s scowl had only just come to her face when Moira slid herself back out of her sopping hole with a tortuously slow roll of her hips.

Angela didn’t know whether to be infuriated or impressed by the skinny redhead’s precision when teasing her, not that it mattered, she suddenly became distracted as Moira resumed her thrusts, sinking herself deeper and deeper with every buck of her hips. Moans and clashing flesh and the soft, wet sounds of the women’s joining filled the hotel room again.

“Moira!”

“Yes, angel?” Moira rasped, her soft Irish lilt coming out as her attention was put solely on fucking Angela.

“Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning to, love.” Moira chuckled, nibbling her lip as Angela’s hands stroked over chest with greedy clutching hands, pinching at her nipples and pawing at her breasts. She leant down as she moved against Angela, attaching herself to a rosy nipple and setting herself to the task of pushing Angela over the edge once and for all.

She succeeded on the third pass of her tongue around Angela’s nipple, her lips pulling at the little thing as she sucked and teased. Angela’s howl of arousal came like an earthquake, her body arching and trembling with sensation. Moira pulled back to admire her handiwork, smiling at Angela’s mouth, open in a breathless pant, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her bright, burning cheeks.

“Scheisse.” Angela croaked, forcing her eyes back open and smiling as she saw Moira’s expression. The ginger’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, her mismatched eyes shining with arousal and something softer, less carnal. Her smile was fond, her caress gentle.

“That good, darlin’?” she asked in a low, husky, rasp.

Angela nodded mutely, cooing as Moira slipped from her.

As Moira walked away from the bed, staring out of the window into the cool night air, something stirred beneath Angela’s breast. It was an answer, of sorts, to the question she had been asking herself ever since Moira had first pushed herself between her legs. She didn’t like Moira. She didn’t like what she did, or how she did it, or how it didn’t bother her that what she did was wrong. But, as Moira said, it didn’t matter. When Moira was with her, smiling and laughing and teasing her, Angela was happy. Because whilst she didn’t like Moira, she did love her.

She slipped from the bed and padded slowly to Moira, slipping her arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.

“Would… you like to have dinner with me… tomorrow.” She asked softly.

“The conference is over, Darlin’” Moira breathed, pushing back against her as her hands wandered over her belly.

“I know… but I’d like to spend a little more time with you.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes.”

Moira was quiet for a while before she let out a soft chuckle. “For someone who says they hate me, you’re awfully affectionate.” She turned and smirked down at her before planting a kiss on her lips. 

Angela smiled, “Would you like to stay the night?”

“I’d love to, angel.” Moira smiled, “But no.” She stepped away from the bed, unstrapping the dildo as she went, oblivious to Angela’s disappointed expression. “I truly do enjoy our evenings together, after all.”

“Is… is there nothing I can do to make you reconsider?”

“Angela, darlin’, I have a train to catch at seven.” Moira sighed, “I’m sorry, truly. I would like nothing more than to keep your company a little longer.”

“Alright.” Angela murmured, sitting on the bed and sighing. She watched as Moira swiftly dressed and threw her toy into her bag.

Moira paused in the doorway, turning back to her and smiling coyly.

“In future, I’ll be sure to leave some time after the conference ends.” She said. Her eyes darted up and down Angela’s naked, sweat-licked form. “As long as next time you pack your suit?”

Angela’s cheeks darkened and she swiped some blonde hair behind her ear. “I… will see what I can do, Doctor O’Deorain.”

“I can hardly wait, Doctor Ziegler.” Moira purred, before slipping out of the door.