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It was the first week back at work after a relaxing holiday and you were already being worked to death, but it was nothing you weren't already use to. It has already been leaving you sleep deprived and dreading the next day, leading you to come to the conclusion that perhaps Doctor O'Deorain's grumpy attitude was for the same reason. Thankfully, everything was going smoothly. So far, Moira's cold character was not nearly as upsetting than the ridiculous work load- everytime you saw her, you were reminded of the incredibly tall pile of paper work you'd been avoiding.
Despite all your complainants, you were aware that hearing Moira's voice was your main motivation for you to get out of bed in the morning. It was an unavoidable fact that she isn't the kindest and was pretty strict, though whenever you saw her pricing gaze soften when her attention shifted to you, it left you beaming with optimism. Was it too delusional to think you had a chance?
You sluggishly continue with your task, thanking whatever higher power there was that your workload relatively lighter today, allowing you to have moments of bliss where you blink a little too long and, whilst you should imagine your warm bed, you instead think about her...being in your bed.
You carefully spin the vile in your hand to stur the yellow liquid. It luminated with each spin followed by a hissing noise and tiny bubbles. All signs of a successful experiment. You let out a sigh of relief as you put the vile down and reached out to the cabinet for an empty vile, but it simply was too high, forcing you to go on your tip toes. Conciderring this was Moira's personal lab, everything was designed to accommodate her height. You look behind you, paranoid that she might be watching your laughable situation.
Your fingertips grab ahold onto the vile, just bearly pinching it off the shelf, but your feet cramp up and give in, making your heart sink as you lose your balance.
"Fuck."
The vile slipped away from your fingers and the sound of glass breaking echoed though the whole lab. You simply stand there frozen. An awkward silence filled the room to the point where all you could hear was the slight buzz from the bright white light. You stare at the broken glass as your racing mind prepared a script on how to apologise.
Still silence?
The scientists lack of reaction sparked confusion in you as though you expected to be scolded as you would in middle school. She continued to focus on examining a sample underneath a microscope, giving you time to gather your thoughs and start cleaning.
A wry chuckle echos from behind you, shooting a shiver down your spine as you felt a cold hand slide onto your shoulder. "It's not like you to be clumsy." You spin around almost instantly when hearing the familar accent, her piercing gaze leaving you in terrified awe. "I'm so sorry, Doctor O'Deorain I-"
"Don't let it happen again, Mo stór." The ginger calmly said, and as quick as she came, she left. "Mo stór..?" You whispered to yourself. Not knowing what she meant felt like an itch you couldn't scratch. With each word she uttered in Irish, you felt more inclined to learning the language.
As you picked up the glass shards, you felt a sharp pinch against your skin, causing you to hiss in pain. "Uh, Doctor O'Deorain..." You hesitantly call out. She responds with and attentive hum and looks down at your bleeding fingers. A sympathetic sigh escaped her lips. "It's to be expected."
"Do we have any plasters?"
"I'm afraid we do not. Lick it for now."
You looked at her dumbfounded.
lick it? You'd expect such a sophisticated scientist to be more strict when it comes to any kind of wound.
"What are you looking at?" She raises a brow. "Need me to lick it for you?"
"W-what? no, no..." You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. "I just expected a more... hygienic approach from you," You admitted. Moira hums, " I suppose you're not wrong to think that, but saliva has healing properties." She shrugged, still occupied with work, she flicks at a syringe filled with a sticky purple substance and labeled with one of the rabbits names. "And it is more convenient than contaminating the lab." She glances judgementally at the blood running down your finger, her look of disapproval making your heart drop. You gasp and quickly cusp your finger with your other hand, preventing it from dripping on any lab surfaces. "There's a pharmacist not far from here... well then, hurry up." She points the needle at you, then the door. You nodded as you hastily lick the bead of blood that was racing down your hand. The sweet metallic taste coating your mouth, making you question wether or not you liked the taste of blood.
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You make a quick stop at the pharmacy and brought buy multiple packets of plasters, ointment and even guaze bandages in case the same thing happens in the future. A first aid kit should always be necessary at all workplaces yet the closest thing to first aid found in Moira's lab were pain killers for rabbits.
Upon entering, the strong scent of chemicals and antiseptic spray attacked your nose. You notice that your accident had been cleaned up, moira's kind gesture painting a big grin onto your lips. You put the bag of supplies down and head to the sink to wash up what looked like a murderers hands. "Thankyou for cleaning it up, sorry for being a bother." You apologised a second time. "Not at all. I simply did what had to be done."
Moira unpacked the bag, placing the items inside a half empty cupboard beside her. She letting out an impressed hum. "Hm, a little overprepared but thoughtful nonetheless," A smile tugged on her thin lips, revealing her crows feet. Her praise melting your heart into a puddle and you could feel your cheeks beginning to glow like the chemical solution you were stirring earlier.
"Alright, come here," she beckoned.
"Give me your finger."
Moira took the antibacterial ointment you brought and applied some onto your cuts. Your heart beat quickened and you held your breath, not because it stung but due to how close you were to her. Your began thoughts drifting to admiring only her. You could smell her deep and rich perfume radiating from her neck and that her nails were painted gold today, not purple.
"I prefer you over my previous assistants," her smooth voice grounding your drifting mind, "So don't let that insignificant accident hang over your head, alright?" You hum confused, her words of encouragement were foreign to you, naturally this peaked your curiosity. "Why me?"
"They did not have the same charm as you do."
You hummed curiously at the statement. "Charm? I'm flattered, Doctor. Could you elaborate?"
Moira pauses for a moment, her eyes narrow as though she was weighing her options. "You're both pleasant company and pleasant to look at." Her voice fading near the end, her eyes shying away from you. "So what you're saying is that I am good company... and eye candy?" You grinned, feeling giddy.
Moira presses her lips together and goes back to focusing on your injury letting a short moment of silence settle between you two.
She finally wrapped the plaster around your finger, "déanta." She straightened her posture and turned around to hide her blushing cheeks. "Enough idle chatter, let us get resume our work."
"I don't get a sticker?" You sarcastically frowned
"Such a childish question. No, we do not have stickers."
"That's ashame. My doctors always used to give stickers." You sighed, slumping your shoulders. Moira rolled her eyes, turning back around. Her lips curling into a smile as she lifted your injured hand against her lips, gently kissing the top of it. Her coral lipstick leaving a print on your hand. "Does this suffice?"
With the way she looked at you, you were practically drowning in her precious eyes. Suprised she'd play along with your unprofessional antics. You wasn't convinced that this wasn't reality. Maybe you'd shut your eyes a little too long again, but the ringing of your heartbeat in your ears said otherwise. "I'm not sure it does, Doctor," you muttered.
"More can be arranged," Moira purred, her slender finger tilting your chin up, planting a tender kiss on the edge of your lips. A kiss that felt so innocent you could forget about every cruel experiment shes done. Maintaining eye contact was now hellish- only inches away from her face, you grew hungrier by the second. Your beaming eyes kept redirecting themself to her lips for each smirk that crawled onto her lips never failed to set your heart on fire as if it were her full time job.
"You're worried about the wrong kind of chemistry, Doctor L/N."
"I could say the same for you."
Your lips finally met. Your bodies were heatedly pressed against each other. Pulling her in closer, your lips parting allowing her to slip in her tounge. You could feel her smirk through the kiss.
The sudden melody of a key card unlocking a door periced through the intimate tension and the heavy grey door cracked open. "Doctor O'Deorain, lab A-3 requests-" the scientist stands frozen, blinking with shock. You both blush with embarssment, looking at him and then each other with wide eyes. "Ciach ort," Moira cursed. "On with it," Moira leans away from you. Dragging her lab coat that was hung at her elbows back onto her shoulders. "They- I- No... I'll revisit when your available." They hastily scurried away, almost dropping their clipboard, earning an amused scoff from Moira.
"...I should go see what they-"
you sighed, you couldnt help but to roll your eyes. Growing impatient, you tip-toed to reach her. The Irishwoman let out a gasp before your lips collided with hers. She melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around you once more. "Don't mind them. you must finish what you started, O'deorain." You encoraged, sliding a stand of her now ruffled hair behind her ears. Her hair was naturally red but with the way the setting sun shone onto her, it looked like Brigid herself carefully wove each strand from her embers.
Moira breath hitched, flustered by your advances her pale cheeks burning hotter with every second. "As you wish." She kissed you back, drinking in your every moan by deepening the kiss with each sound you made.
Her hands made its way down unbuttoning your white shirt and began peppering a trail of kisses down your exposed torso, making sure to leave marks whilst unzipping your trousers and sliding a hand down your pants, feeling the dampness of your underwear.
"So wet for me.. is this why you're nervous at work, hm?" She works on your cunt painfully slowly, her
heterochromic eyes glancing sinfully at you to watch your reaction to her ghosting over your clit, just bearly flicking it, and taking note of your bodies every reaction as though you were just another science experiment. Your hips buck into hers and desperately wriggling against her hand. You could feel your knees threatening to give out. "Moira..." you whimmpered, "Please... enough teasing."
"Patients dear... Your whining makes me want tease you more," Moira's chuckle drips with sadism. Her pupils lustfully dilating with each distressed sound you made. She adored watching you squirm and did not hide it, nor wanted to stop. With each stroke the butterflies in your stomach doubled and flew to your throat till you choked them out with a moan. "Fuck, please Moira- more-" you sobbed, desperately holding onto her arm but she slapped your hand away.
Moira grew weak to your pleas and surrendered. "I suppose there's only so much teasing a body can endure," she said with a defeated sigh and picked you up, propping you on top of a table before stripping you of your trousers. "Hmph... I'll test your limits next time, mo stór"
Your heartbeat quickened knowing that there was a possibility to experience this- experience her- again.
Moira's brows furrowed but her smirk remained, she had an impish look about her. With her gaze not moving from you as she loosened her lilac tie, she let out a low chuckle. "...What are you plotting?"
"Plotting?" She laughed. "I'm plotting about how well I can utilise this, mo stór." You gulp. She gently pushes you down onto the table. Her sunset hair falling over her hungry eyes as leans over you and holds your wrists together, tying them tightly. Now you were really putty in her hands.
Her cold nails trailed down your sensative skin before pryed open your legs and you put one on each of her shoulders. You shudder as she licks your dripping slit. "Aren't you just the sweetest..." She begun working on you with her tounge, licking every last drop of your wetness. Her tounge laps and sucks at your puffy clit. Your body squirms with the sudden overwhelming sensation as it reaches closer to climaxing. The way she peered up occasionally to watch you squirm drove you insane, it made you want to grab her head and ride her face, it only it wasn't for that damn tie. She holds your trembling legs down, her nails digging into your thighs. "S-So good," your body writhed at every lick and suck. "I'm coming-" You choked out as you finish on her tounge.
You slowly sit up, huffing, your back sore from laying on the table. The scientist raises her head from between your legs, licking her lips, swollen and glistening from your juices.
Moira kisses u and u can taste urself on her lips. You pull her in closer by pulling her in by her trousers waist bad and tease her by brushing your knee between her legs, successfully getting a moan out of her. "R-right. We should resume our work-" Her pale skin flushing red with vunerability. You pushed your knee harder, earning a groan from her, her own knees going weak. She couldn't help but grab the side of the table and lean I to you.
"Would be ashame if I couldn't please you too." You rub your knee against her some more, earning satisfactory sounds from her. She wimmpered your name as she began to grind against your knee herself, her body yerning for more. "Fuck moira, you're so hot like this... shamelessly fucking yourself on my knee. I didnt realise you could be so needy." She blushed hard at your words, a mix of embarssment and pleasureand you could hear her hiss, "bí ciúin" (be quiet")
"I'm close-" She croaked. Heat pooled in her gut as her climax built. A sly grin etched its way onto your lips as you moved your knee away. "Oh well... on second thoughts, you were right," You sighed, "Let's get back to work..."
"I beg your pardon?" She blinked in confusion and frustration.
"Don't look at me like... what? You don't like the taste of your own medicine?"
"Hah... I see. You're taking the circuitous route." She winced. "Fair play."
"You're going to have to untie me if you want more."
"Very well..."
With a sigh, she untied the fabric from your wrists and you rub the red marks it made on your skin. You lean in to kiss her, pulling her closer to the table till she decides to hop on it, straddling you. Unziping her flyer between kisses, you wriggle your hand into her pants. She gasps as you immediately plunge your fingers into her, cursing in Irish. "Slow down, y/n,"
"Oh you want it slow? I can do that."
You teased her was you worked your so fingers painfully slowly, it might as well been cockwarming but for your fingers.
"God, you're insufferable..."
Her words come out muffled as she bit your shoulder to conceal her desperate whimmpers. You could feel the scientist twitching obscenely around your fingers and dig her nails into your back with anticipation. "Please..." She said softly.
"Alright, alright... I'll make you beg next time though." Moira scoffing at your reply doubtfully. You began to curl you fingers inside of her and your thumb busy with her clit. Earning a satisfied moan from her. "Mmh.. yes, just like that, dear."
"Fuck... don't stop i-i'm so close"
Moira burried her face in the crook of your neck. Moira let out a low moan, as you quickened your pace, her nails scratched deeper till the flesh on your back was an abstract piece of art. You bit your lip in pain, oddly enjoying it.
You held your breath as you felt beads of blood trickle down your back. "M-moira, your nails i-" you whimmpered but the rest of your sentence turned into incomprehensible. You almost gagged as she'd stuck her fingers in your mouth and held down your tounge. There was a light metalic at the tip of her fingers and it was most likely your blood.
"Ssh... just keep going, mo stór."
She cooed. You hummed in response and continued thrusting into her, faster than before, even sliding in a third finger
"Ah... Good girl,"
She said against your neck, sending chills down your spine. With a smirk and stroked your hair before sucking on a sweetspot on your neck and her hand resuming the blatant sadism she was inflicting on you. She even occasionally crept her fingers further down your throat simply to see you gag. The struggling sounds you made trying to speak or moan painted a twisted smile you've never seen on her before.
"F-fuck, I think I'm going to-"
She croaked. You felt her thighs tremble and arms hold onto you. She tightened around your fingers
Finally bringing her to her climax. Moira came on your fingers, just barley keeping her balance.
She finally removed her fingers from your mouth and you gasped for air, almost choking on your own spit.
"Fuck, moira... that was mean."
You groaned. You wiped your hand across your back and the streaks of red transfered onto it, causing your back to sting even more. Moira chuckled and looked at you like she knew something that you didn't want to admit.
"You didn't fight it all though... I wonder why," she said thoughtfully, in a sarcastic way.
"We might just be the talk of the lab now. Let's not make this a habit..." You said, as moira buttoned up your shirt for you, reminicing that incident when a co-worker walked in.
"Is that so? I was thinking the opposite."
"I- you- really?"
She nodded. The clock already hitting 6pm, but time didn't matter for Moira. She practically lived in the lab, even during the weekends." Will I be able to... hypothetically speaking... drag you away from your beloved lab tomorrow?"
"Don't you have better things to do?"
"You are exactly that 'thing', Moira"
An amused grin grows on her pale face, paired with a pink glow on her cheeks.
"Are you asking me out on a-"
"Is it a yes?"
"...Alright, you've charmed me."