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Moira's eyes widened as her fingers immediately pulled out, wiping her fingers messily on the crumby sheets. There was Angela, standing there with her arm leaning against the door frame, staring at her from above her glasses directly into her eyes. "I promise, Dr. Zeigler, I can explain I swear-""Please just... stop speaking", she interrupted, rolling her eyes while pushing herself off of the frame, waltzing into her own bedroom as her eyes went back to focusing on Moira's naked body laying there for her. She hadn't even gotten up or closed her legs from the shock, her entire body in perfect view for Angela. She continued to get closer to her defenseless body, a complete poker face masking her emotions.Could she hear her heart beating a mile a minute? Could she see the sweat beading off her forehead as it felt like a light had been shone directly on her? Once directly on the side of the bed Moira was laying on, Angela decided to get even closer, her arms helping herself onto the bed as she crawled as if to kiss her face. This was it, she was going to kiss her finally so she could taste her lovely-

THWACK

Moira flinched as the slap caused her head to jerk to the right, catching her entirely off guard. The sheer daydream Moira had caught herself in must have stopped her from seeing the wind up of Angela's hand as she was about to slap her directly onto her sweaty cheek. "I did NOT give you permission to touch yourself. Do you hear me?" THWACK A second slap was introduced to Moira's face now on the left side, a more gentle one pushing her face now to the center so that Angela could discerningly stare at her. All Moira could do was look at her with lust filled eyes, her cheeks burning with the same fire that filled her stomach. Angela would now gently hold the woman's chin with her fingers, biting her lip as she let the thrill consume her. "Did you do this to... surprise me now, Dr O'Deorain?", she said as her face inched closer to Moira's, lips barely not touching as Moira's hot desperate breath wet hers. "Did you think I'd be happy to find you of all people in my bed...?", her eyes veered down looking at Moira's red-ish nipples, "... with your body laid out for me like an entree?". Her hand would firmly grasp Moira's arm, causing her to jump as she practically threw it into the air, catching her red-handed with the panties held like a rosary between her fingers and in her palm. She would sigh before watching Moira's mouth begin to say something utterly stupid. "You are absolutely disgusting. Did you know that? My own fucking panties in your hand? What are you, a dog? Did you miss me that badly?" "I- I, Angela I", as Angela's hand loosened its grip on her arm, she began to sit up onto the pillow behind her, not knowing what to say so that either she could let her run away or get her off."I lost track of time. You were never supposed to see me like this, I was supposed to leave because it's obvious you don't ACTUALLY want me around and just want to USE me", she'd blurt out so that she didn't have time to be interrupted, "I thought, you know what? Fuck it. I was going to let you sit in my fucking cum here by yourself, knowing that I had the balls to leave before I let you use my body more as your own personal sex toy". Her face would become beet red with vigor as she snatched her hand from Angela's gentle grasp, not bothering to give Angela time now to speak, her being the one to interrupt her. "What do you want of me, Doctor Zeigler? I refuse to be your DOG!", her voice rose and cracked as she began commanding the center of attention for the first time, "You leave me here with Food, stupid fucking hearts, but you SLAP me the second I show that I have sexual feelings too! How fucking dare you treat me like this after I put my entire heart on the goddamn line for you?". There would be no tears left to cry from Moira as she knew tears would make her think she's desperate even after cursing her out in her own house. "Moria..", she said softly after what felt like eons, giving herself now a decent length apart from The Scientist in slight fear of retaliation, "I don't understand why you are so pent up... I assumed this is what you wanted. Is it just fear of not having control?". Her eyes softened as they stared at the woman who she'd watch emotionally break down within the past day. She had always considered her attractive but never enough to go out of her way to have sex with her if she saw her at a bar. It was something about her naked now doing drastic things with her own body that she'd never expect from a woman who kept total composure that aroused her. She loved the idea of the woman who spent her younger years dedicating her life to hating her and quarreling with her on her knees submitting to her and finally admitting that she was beneath her, worshipping her after countless nights longing for just that. "It's not that I have a fear of not being in control, Angela. I just feel-", she paused, allowing herself to think. "I actually don't know... I don't know how to feel about this." "Moira, if you really wanted to leave, if there wasn't some part of you that didn't enjoy waiting for me all this time like a pet, you could've left hours ago. Never once were you trapped here like those rabbits you keep in cages. The door locks from the inside. You could've left last night, hell you could've left this morning after you ate the breakfast I laid out for you... and judging by the fact that your hair is still damp, after you showered with the fresh bar of soap I placed in the bathroom for you". It wasn't like there wasn't part of Angela that deeply cared for her. With evidence stating now clearly that Angela had done it not in a mocking way but instead as a friendly gesture if Moira herself chose to stay longer. This made Moira's head spin as the thoughts that Angela was mocking her lessened now to a low hum. She had been in control more than she had thought, Angela was the one letting her live out this fantasy. "If you truly want, I can leave the room, you can dress, and I can call for a cab to drop you to wherever you want. If you want to stay for lunch, I can also call in some take-out and we co-" "I want you to do your worst" "I'm sorry?""I want you to do your fucking worst"