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If there was one thing in this world that Moira O’Deorain loved the most, that had to be her love for riling up her fellow co-worker and doctor, Angela Ziegler.
It was like a vice that Dr. O’Deorain couldn’t help. Not when Dr. Ziegler was so fun to tease.
They butted heads inside the lab almost every single second they were around each other, often from disagreements on how to carry out their work, and clashing morals and ideals.
In Dr. Ziegler’s eyes, Moira was abhorrent and lacked ethics.
But in Dr. O’Deorain’s eyes, Angela was simply exaggerating, too sensitive and weak to ever understand Moira’s perspective and even reach her own full potential.
They were rarely on the same side. Yet much like the saying goes, opposites seemed to attract.
That was the case for Moira, at least.
For every time Angela rolled her eyes at Moira, or tried to stop Moira’s plans, or angrily refuted Moira’s claims, or even gave Moira an earful about how unethical she was, Moira felt a strange thrill that she couldn’t compare to any other feelings evoked by the presence of anyone else.
There was something so alluring about Angela that Moira could not feel for anyone else, to the point where any amount of attention that Angela gave her excited Moira. Even when most of that attention ended up being of a negative kind, leading to arguments between the two more often than not.
Moira couldn’t help herself.
Angela was smart, and fun to debate with, even when Angela was so stubborn and intent on contradicting Moira. But Moira found that it was just that fact about Angela that made it so enjoyable to rile her up. After all, there was no fun in discussing matters with people who simply agree with you, and refuse to either challenge you or be challenged.
Ultimately, that was what Moira would consider the first reason for seeking out Angela. But there were other reasons as well, of course…
Another reason was that, despite everything and as much as Moira made it seem like she and Angela mutually hated one another, Angela was actually one of the very few people Moira had any interest in socializing with, even when she was terrible at it. Moira had always felt like their intellect and scientific interests matched perfectly if not for their disagreements on ethics and methodologies, and that just made Angela more irresistible…
That, and the fact that Angela was beautiful.
Moira might have been focused on brains first and looks second, but she was certainly not blind to Angela’s radiant figure.
Angela was a very beautiful woman after all, and that certainly did not escape Moira’s notice. Angela was especially beautiful when she was flustered, her cheeks red, her brow furrowed and her eyes wide from losing her composure arguing with Moira.
How Moira wished she could just lean down to kiss Angela during some of those times.
Angela aroused Moira more than what Moira ever cared to ever admit. And that was why Moira found herself fantasizing so much about her co-worker after coming home from work and slumping over her bed after an exhausting day.
As soon as Moira’s head hit her pillow, she would close her eyes. And once she closed her eyes, she would see a very familiar face staring back at her.
Light blonde hair, sea blue eyes, slightly rose tinted cheeks, soft lips that looked so kissable… Her face was so beautiful, even when she frowned. And her voice was so sweet, even when her words were mean…
“You’re horrible, Dr. O’Deorain!” Moira imagined Angela telling her, as she so often did, “Your methods are abhorrent, you have no respect for rules or morality-!”
The Angela in Moira’s dream continued to berate Moira. But at the same time, Angela started taking off her lab coat and unbuttoning her shirt as her angry voice started to die down.
“Dr. O’Deorain…” Angela would purr, in Moira’s imagination, so aroused and loving that it reminded Moira of how this was all just another one of her dreams, “Moira…”
Moira’s mind imagined Angela stripping out of her clothes until she was fully naked from the waist up. Then, Moira imagined Angela taking a few steps forward towards her, needily grabbing Moira’s lab coat and looking up at the taller woman with soft eyes that showed Moira more affection than what the real Angela had ever shown her;
“Moira… Kiss me.”
Moira didn’t even hesitate, leaning down so that her lips could brush against Angela's. It was all she wanted to do whenever she saw her co-worker, after all… And in her dreams, Moira could finally do it.
She could feel Angela's warmth, even if it was only what Moira imagined kissing the real Angela would feel like.
And how Moira had wondered what a real kiss with Angela would be like...
For so many lonely nights spent inside her lab after hours, Moira would daydream about it constantly.
Would Moira be able to taste the bitter coffee that Angela was always drinking? Or would she taste much sweeter? Would her lips be as soft as Angela’s smile when she gently helped her patients, or would they feel rough from all of the nasty words that left her mouth when she argued with Moira? Would Angela pull Moira in, or would she push Moira away…?
In Moira's dreams, Angela’s kisses were simply eager and horny. Moira barely had any time to enjoy them, because Angela’s lips would be busy moving from Moira’s lips to her jaw, and then to her neck…
“Angela…” Moira moaned, as she often did when her dreams came to this specific part. Much like all of the previous times, even the Angela from her imagination wouldn’t respond to her.
Without uttering a single word, the Angela from Moira’s dream started unbuttoning Moira’s shirt. She pulled Moira’s lab coat off from Moira’s shoulders, followed by Moira’s shirt. Angela’s lips hovered over Moira’s skin, trailing soft kisses down Moira’s neck down to her breasts, which Angela kissed over Moira’s bra. Then, her lips started moving lower and lower…
Down the valley of Moira’s breasts to her stomach, until Angela was on her knees with her face inches away from Moira’s crotch. Moira imagined Angela unzipping her pants, and sliding them down until they were around Moira’s ankles. She imagined Angela sliding down her boxers next, and looking up at Moira to softly smile at her before she pressed her lips against Moira’s pussy.
Her tongue darted out to lick Moira’s clit, causing Moira to flinch and bury her fingers in Angela’s pretty blonde hair, pulling her face closer and encouraging her tongue to move faster-
“F-fuck!” Moira cursed as she felt Angela gently sucking on her clit, “Dochtúir Zie- Angela!”
Moira could feel her entire face burning up in flames as she fingered herself in real life, while imagining Angela’s mouth worshiping her pussy in her fantasies. Her fingers moved in sync with the actions of the Angela she imagined so vividly, as Moira was desperate for real sex with her co-worker.
Moira allowed herself to envelop her senses in her erotic dream again, once again forgetting the reality around her. Her mind focused only on her image of Angela, and what her heart desired that the real Angela Ziegler would do to her.
So Moira’s attention returned to the Angela that she imagined kneeling before her, with her head between Moira’s legs as Moira thrust her hips to fuck Angela’s mouth.
“Ah… Hhm… A-ah…”
Moira’s moans echoed in her bedroom, and once she orgasmed, she couldn’t help imagining Angela’s pretty face covered in her wetness.
That was such a pretty sight that Moira was so desperate to actually see, of her fluids dripping down Angela’s chin and falling onto her chest, as her beautiful co-worker looked up at Moira’s face, with pretty blue eyes meeting Moira’s ones…
Had Moira actually forgotten that this was just a dream where the real Angela could never actually hear her, she would have called her beautiful out loud.
“Moira…” Moira imagined Angela softly calling out for her, “Take me to bed.”
With a hand still buried inside her pants, Moira started masturbating again as she imagined Angela lying down naked on her bed, with Moira on top of her…
Moira imagined herself exploring Angela’s body, as best as her imagination could allow her to. She imagined herself kissing every inch of Angela’s skin, opening Angela’s legs and leaning down to kiss her most intimate and private parts as well.
In her excitement, Moira even imagined herself wearing a strap-on, sitting down on her bed and reclining against her pillows while Angela sat on her lap riding her.
Imagining Angela bouncing up and down her strap, watching it slide in and out of her with ease from how wet Angela was, hearing Angela’s cute and desperate moans… It was too much for Moira to take, as she slid her fingers deeper inside herself and begged for the chance to experience the real thing one day.
“Do you really think you will get to fuck me one day, Moira?” Angela murmured.
It startled Moira, who did not expect her brain to imagine Angela saying those words.
Usually, Moira was fully in control of what happened in her fantasies and dreams… But this time, it felt as if the Angela in Moira’s imagination had a mind of her own.
Moira looked back at Angela’s face, only to see her smile as she kept fucking herself on Moira's strap.
But her smile wasn’t kind this time.
“Oh, Dr. O’Deorain…” Angela laughed in a way that was so uncharacteristic of her, as her hand grabbed Moira’s chin, forcing Moira to look at Angela in the eyes, “Did you actually think that I could ever love someone as abhorrent as you are?”
Moira couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. All she could do was watch as Angela’s hips suddenly stopped moving and, with Moira’s strap still deep inside her, Angela leaned in to whisper in Moira’s ear;
“I hate you, Moira.”
Moira closed her eyes.
Even though she knew it was all in her head, even though she knew that this was just a fantasy and that her brain was playing tricks on her… She also knew why she dreamt about Angela saying those harsh words to her.
It was because they were probably true.
Because they had been words that the actual Angela had told her before. And that was the reason Moira’s brain could hear them so clearly, in Angela’s real voice, and why they felt so hurtful and real…
“I hate you so much-” Moira imagined Angela whispering in her ear again, before she imagined herself pinning Angela down on the bed underneath her, grabbing Angela’s wrists over her head as Angela laughed in her face.
“You are lonely. I’m the only person who even bothers to talk to you, and you still manage to push me away with your horrible morals and disdain for other people.” The Angela from Moira’s dream that turned into a nightmare started to murmur, “That makes you more pathetic than anyone else that you insult for not being a scientist with a mind as brilliant as yours, or mine…”
Even as Moira reminded herself that this Angela wasn’t real, she couldn’t help feel her eyes burning, as much as she couldn’t help feeling a pain in her throat and a knot in her stomach.
Moira’s hands started to shake, to the point where she unintentionally let go of Angela’s wrists. As she was finally free, Angela lifted a hand up to touch Moira’s face, and gently wiped away the tears that Moira hadn’t even noticed were rolling down her cheeks.
There was a cacophony of mixed feelings inside Moira’s heart as she imagined Angela wrapping her arms around her shoulders and pulling her down for a warm embrace right after hearing those hurtful words.
“Moira…” Angela softly murmured against Moira’s ear, “How could someone like me ever love someone like you?”
Angela’s embrace faded almost as soon as it had started. Moira could feel Angela's presence, as if she was slowly being pulled away from her dream.
When Moira finally woke up, she was all alone in her bed. Her bedroom was as empty as it always was, but somehow Moira felt more lonely than usual.
Her fingers were still inside herself from masturbating to her fantasies of Angela, and despite everything, Moira was still soaking wet from the arousal she had felt.
Despite everything, Moira's body still yearned for the real Angela. As much as her heart did, as well.
Moira sighed as she closed her eyes to fall back asleep again.
Tomorrow would be a new day, and a new opportunity to see Angela again. It would be a new opportunity to rile Angela up, to tease her and get her attention…
But this time around, Moira couldn’t help thinking about how it could also be a new opportunity to try to make amends. Perhaps to try to be a bit more pleasant around Angela, and to try to understand her better. In ways that Moira had never felt like changing herself, no matter how little, for anyone else.