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"You should take a break, doctor." Moira purred, "You certainly look like you need one."
Angela merely groaned, and rubbed her tired eyes that had unintentionally started to make the words on her documents dance, no matter how hard Angela tried to focus on them.
"Funny how I don't remember asking for your professional opinion, Moira."
Moira merely chuckled. And it annoyed Angela even more.
"How cold, Dr. Ziegler…" Moira purred, "I was merely showing my concern for your well-being… After all, I cannot afford to lose your brilliant mind."
"How considerate." Angela spat sarcastically.
Unfortunately for Angela though, Moira did have a point.
The two had been working alone at the lab for hours on end, just trying to get some work done after it had started to pile up. Projects upon projects that they were working on together, that regular work hours didn’t allow them to finish, forcing them to return to the lab after-hours out of their own volition.
The other scientist at Overwatch, of course, did not join them in that.
And Angela couldn’t blame them.
Out of the entire staff, Angela seemed to be one of the only ones who was truly married to work, so dedicated to it out of pure passion for her research that she barely had a life outside of it.
Unfortunately for Angela, the only other person within the entire staff to share this trait with her was… Moira O’Deorain.
Angela didn’t like Moira.
But she had to admit that, at the very least, Moira’s help was appreciated… when Moira was decent enough to work with, at least.
There was so much work that they had managed to get done together in the past few hours of that friday night, but even then, their work was so endless that it hadn’t covered even half of it… and now, as the night went on and Angela pushed herself to the limit of her energy, she was starting to truly feel the consequences of overworking in the most painful way possible.
Angela was tired. And her entire body hurt.
And as much as she hated to ever admit that Moira, of all people, was actually right… she couldn’t deny that she was close to passing out from exhaustion.
Something that Moira had not so kindly pointed out at least three times during that night, and certainly not out of concern… but she was still correct.
Angela merely chose to ignore her at first, but now she couldn’t keep herself up for much longer. So she decided to leave markers on her documents, and moved to the nearest break room to rest, even if just for a little bit.
“Moira.” Angela coldly turned to her co-worker after a while, who was now back to working on her own desk not too far from Angela’s one, “I’ll be taking that break after all. It’s going to be long, so when you leave, don’t forget to lock the lab’s door. I have my own keys with me.”
“I told you so.” Moira whispered as she smugly grinned, and Angela promptly ignored her for her own sake.
She was too exhausted.
The last thing she needed was another fight with Moira, no matter how much Moira managed to annoy her with even the smallest bickering.
So Angela walked out of the lab, and only stopped once she reached the big and comfortable sofa of the break room. It wasn’t exactly as comfortable as Angela’s bed, but it was welcoming enough for a woman who couldn’t take the stress and tiredness for another minute.
As soon as Angela kicked off her shoes, set an alarm on her phone for two hours and nestled herself against the pillows, she immediately fell asleep.
She was so tired that it all happened in an
instant.
Sleeping profoundly like a baby, in a deep dreamless sleep, and enjoying her power nap… until her alarm rang, and caused Angela to curse under her breath in frustration.
She grabbed her phone to shut it off, and noticed that it was almost morning.
But in all honesty, that didn’t bother Angela as much as she thought it would.
It’s not like she had anything too special to do on her weekend, anyway… she would just try to get some work done in these peaceful and lonely hours before more staff arrived at the building, then she would get home and get some proper sleep, and after… Well, Angela didn’t have any ideas, but she would decide that later, she supposed.
It seemed like a good plan.
Especially when those early morning hours seemed so tempting… to just work on her passion projects all alone, as she was sure that Moira had left already and no one in their right minds would arrive at the building before 8AM, to just be able to enjoy some peace and quiet for a while-
“Good morning, banphrionsa. Did you sleep well?”
Angela jumped, suddenly startled by Moira’s voice breaking the silence inside the room, as well as interrupting her thoughts. Moira was just standing behind the sofa, looking down at Angela with a smug smile and occasionally taking sips from her mug.
“Scheiße, Moira!” Angela immediately protested, “What the hell are you still doing in here? Shouldn’t you have gone home?”
“Shouldn’t you be the one who went home?” Moira counter-questioned, as if she already had it on the tip of her tongue, “You’re the one who is exhausted, not me. And understandably so. I’ve only started my shift around noon today, so I still have energy to spare… But you, on the other hand, Dr. Ziegler, have been attending to your patients almost since the break of dawn, and somehow you still decided that it was a brilliant idea to try to pull an all-nighter…”
Once again, as much as Angela hated to admit it, Moira had a point. Still, she didn’t feel like being lectured. And especially not by Moira, of all people.
"It is what it is." Angela groaned as she got up from the sofa, and moved to the counter to make some coffee for herself.
Angela’s fingers were about to click on the button to turn the coffee brewer on when Moira’s voice stopped her;
"Don’t do that."
For a moment, Angela wasn’t even sure if she had heard that correctly. But she did.
Slowly, she turned back to Moira, only growing more tired and annoyed by the minute.
"Don’t do what?" Angela asked through gritted teeth, sure that she was going to regret talking to Moira instead of just ignoring her.
But as Angela expected Moira to annoy her further, to mock her or look down on her… Angela was surprised to find none of those things.
Actually, she was only met with what seemed like genuine concern from Moira… or at least, Angela had never seen the other woman look at her like that, looking as if she felt genuine empathy even when her face was as stoic and cold as always.
"Don’t drink more caffeine." Moira explained in a surprisingly gentle voice, "You’re pushing your body to your limit. At this rate it’s only a matter of time before your exhaustion sets in and your body starts to shut down. You will faint, or have a breakdown, and possibly get hurt. You need to stop and properly rest, Dr. Ziegler."
Angela was caught off-guard by Moira’s strange yet genuine kindness. Or maybe it wasn’t kindness, exactly… Angela couldn’t tell if Moira had genuine fears over Angela's health or if she simply couldn’t be bothered to lose the potential work that Angela could provide to her, as well as being bothered by the thought of being forced to take responsibility for Angela should she faint at the workplace.
But whatever it was, no matter how fake and superficial Moira's concern was… Angela couldn't help feeling something, at least.
Angela sighed.
"Fine. You may have a point." Angela finally admitted, even though she was starting to wish she hadn’t.
Or, at least, that was what Angela was usually supposed to feel. But the strange thing was that she didn’t.
As if the situation couldn’t get any stranger, Moira then surprised Angela once again with uncharacteristic kindness and empathy;
"The good thing about science is that it’s not going anywhere," Moira started trying to comfort Angela, in her very Moira way, "facts remain objective and permanent, even when we have not discovered them yet. You cannot allow yourself to be too impatient when trying to discover new knowledge. You need to know when to step back, when to take a break, and when to return back with a healthier and much more capable brain so that you can work on something truly ground-breaking. Your work will still be here tomorrow, Dr. Ziegler, and so will whatever matters we wish to study. But if you are not here tomorrow because you pushed your body too far today… then all of your work will be in vain. So I insist, once again… take care of yourself."
Angela wanted to pinch herself awake, because her very first thought was doubting that Moira would ever really say these sorts of things to another person. To see Moira care for anything other than her own research, much less for another person… It was like something truly out of a dream. Or a nightmare. Angela had conflicted feelings on that last thought.
But she was too tired to care, as she moved away from the coffee brewer and allowed herself to slump back on the same sofa she had been napping on.
It was so tempting to just fall asleep again… so much so that Angela completely forgot about Moira’s presence, until Moira sat down beside her.
"You'll thank me when you start feeling well-rested, Dr. Ziegler," Moira whispered with a smug smile on her face, “which by the looks of it, will take a lot to achieve. You look so tired and… tense. The bags under your eyes are starting to show. Hm… did it not hurt to sleep on this sofa like that? You have such poor posture, too…”
As Moira's voice drifted to rambles that had now started to really annoy Angela, Angela found that she could no longer ignore Moira. Unfortunately.
"Are you going to overly criticize me until I fall asleep again, from how bored you make me?" Angela snarked through gritted teeth.
“You misunderstand me. I was merely trying to help, Dr. Ziegler.” Moira commented, as her expression started to turn into a more serious one.
“Are you, now?” Angela couldn’t help sarcastically retorting, “So when do you start doing something actually useful that will actually help?”
Which immediately caused Moira to shush.
And Angela assumed that would be the end of that, successfully shutting Moira up after calling out her bullshit so she at least could have a moment of peace.
Until Moira suddenly surprised Angela.
“Right now, if you allow me to.”
Angela could try to process Moira’s response, as she had never expected Moira to actually answer.
“I… what?”
“I can help you right now, if you allow me to.” Moira slowly repeated, “I pointed out some of your symptoms of exhaustion, to which you sleep to recover from… but you also exhibited poor posture while you slept, so I can imagine that you feel back pain. I could help you if you want me to, Dr. Ziegler.”
Angela rubbed her temples.
“Moira, I’m not going to take any medication or drugs, especially not the ones that you, of all people, have to offer-” Angela started to sigh, before Moira interrupted.
“And who said anything about medication? You wound me, Dr. Ziegler…” Moira murmured, “I was going to offer physiotherapy to help your body relax.”
Angela couldn’t believe what she was hearing. And she couldn’t hold in her laughter, from how ridiculous this entire situation was. If she wasn’t so sure that she was actually awake, Angela would have guessed that she was still dreaming… since that had to be the only explanation for Moira’s strangely uncharacteristic behavior.
“And since when are you a physiotherapist?” Angela chuckled and entertained the thought, since she still couldn’t believe the situation she was in.
“When you are a woman of science, you learn a thing or two about the human body… plus, as a scientist who also overworks, it is good to have the knowledge on how to take care of yourself, but that’s beside my point. Now…” Moira answered with such seriousness that it almost made Angela laugh again, before pausing, and then speaking to Angela yet again in a much more quiet voice, “Do I have your permission or not, Dr. Ziegler?”
Whatever prompted Angela to make the stupid decision to actually accept Moira’s proposal, Angela did not know. But she did.
And now Angela found herself awkwardly sitting down on the sofa next to Moira, while Moira’s hands massaged and pressed her back.
“You don’t want to ruin your spine…” Angela heard Moira quietly murmur while she massaged Angela’s back, “Where do you feel more pain? Cervical? Thoracic? Lumbar…?”
“C-cervical…” Angela replied in an equal low voice, fighting desperately against the blush that was starting to spread across her cheeks.
“I see… That would make sense, given how much time you spend at your desk…” Moira commented, before her fingers pressed around Angela’s shoulder blades just a little harder, to the point where Angela involuntarily gasped.
“Ow!”
“Try to stay still.” Moira commanded, though Angela couldn’t help noticing that her voice was slightly softer than usual. Just minimally, of course, to a point where Angela doubted that anyone else would have even noticed it, but… Angela did notice it.
However, before she could think much of it, Angela’s thoughts were interrupted by Moira’s voice;
“You are so stiff and tense, Angela…”
It almost sounded like a low purr. And the fact that Moira used Angela’s first name only served to worsen the strange feelings that were already bubbling inside of Angela, causing her nothing but confusion and worry.
Angela would never deny that Moira was a little attractive, but…
Never in her life had Angela felt even remotely attracted to a woman like Moira.
Until that night.
And the thought confused and frightened Angela, so she tried desperately to distract herself from the fact that Moira was touching her, trying to think of anything else that would push this strange spontaneous thought away from her mind-
“A-ah!” Angela accidentally moaned when Moira’s hands massaged a particular spot around her shoulders, causing Moira to immediately stop and Angela to die from embarrassment.
Why on earth had Angela agreed to this? She wanted to run away, bury her hand in sand and never show her face around Moira ever again-
“Ahem.”
It was a very subtle and quiet sound that came from Moira’s lips, but even so and even without being able to look Moira in the eyes due to her own shame, Angela could feel just how uncomfortably embarrassed her co-worker also was.
But there seemed to be… more than that.
Angela noticed it as soon as she heard Moira’s hitched breathing, and felt her hands stop the massage for just one moment, before they started to move again…
Slowly.
Very, very, very slowly. Deliberately.
Taking their time touching Angela, as if trying to make her comfortable, as if they were no longer awkward coworkers but lovers instead-
And as soon as Angela noticed the sexual tension that lingered in the room, slowly realizing that Moira was also aroused from her accidental moans, her face somehow turned even redder.
Angela’s body couldn’t even decide if she wanted to run away, or stay forever.
Especially when Moira’s hands were just… surprisingly so good at that massage… and Angela’s dirty mind couldn’t help wondering if Moira’s fingers were also talented at massaging something else between her legs, before mentally slapping herself for it-
“Dr. Ziegler…” Moira suddenly purred in a trembling voice, as she seemed equally as nervous as she seemed horny for Angela, “I… mh… Well…”
Moira’s voice drifted shyly off as she started to lose the courage to say whatever it was that she was going to say. So Angela took the opportunity to try to regain some control over their embarrassingly awkward situation;
“Scheiße, Moira,” Angela pinched the bridge of her nose, faking more annoyance as her cheeks burned red, “just spit it out already.”
Moira took a deep breath.
And finally started to talk.
“I was merely going to comment…” Moira started, hesitantly, “that I may have an idea for a erm… different type of method that could help you relax.”
Moira paused, as if studying Angela’s expression and silence, before she continued.
“Dr. Ziegler, what I mean to say is that… w-well, one of the oldest recorded therapies from the 1900’s that is still a viable option for symptoms of ‘female hysteria,’ which we can now identify as symptoms that overlap with exhaustion, anxiety, and other associated symptoms, has been pelvic massages and clitoral stimulation-”
“E-excuse me?” Angela almost choked, especially when Moira looked her in the eyes, slightly nervous but still completely serious.
“The symptoms of ‘female hysteria’ are the ones which we now know overlap with conditions such as exhaustion and anxiety, which you seem to have.” Moira slowly repeated after clearing her throat, “One of the oldest treatments which may actually work is one of pelvic massages and clitoral stimulation-”
Angela stared back at Moira, mouth agape in disbelief that this was truly happening to her, and face as red as a tomato from embarrassment.
“I… oh mein gott, are you fucking serious?” Angela cried out, unable to do nothing but hide her in her hands in embarrassment, “Moira… if you want to fuck me, couldn’t you just say it like a normal fucking person?”
Moira immediately shushed, as embarrassed as Angela was.
Yet still, after all that…
“Is this something you are considering to accept, Dr. Ziegler?”
Angela felt all sorts of mixed feelings upon hearing Moira say those words.
But what surprised her the most was the urge to say yes.
Angela just couldn’t help it.
She could feel how soaked her panties were, and part of her was so aroused that she didn’t care about the consequences anymore, or the fact that Moira was the woman she was about to have sex with.
Ignoring the weak voice inside her head that told Angela just how bad of an idea this was, Angela finally turned to Moira.
“And if I accept?” Angela murmured, as her face still burned red.
“Then I suggest that you make yourself comfortable on my lap, Dr. Ziegler.” Moira chuckled in response, though Angela could tell her face was just as red.
Angela didn’t even think about what she was doing as she climbed on top of Moira’s lap, surprising Moira as much as she surprised herself.
“Z-Ziegler-!” Moira couldn’t help gasping as soon as Angela did so, but Angela was quick to cut her off.
“Don’t talk. Just tell me how to lie down.” Angela told Moira in a cold voice, before it softened up a little, “Please.”
Moira looked almost disappointed at how distant Angela was being, but she still accepted to go through with her suggestion as she carefully instructed Angela, until Angela was lying down over Moira’s lap, with Angela’s stomach pressed against Moira’s thighs and Angela’s pants pulled down to her ankles.
Angela felt her face burn in shame, and tried to ignore the thoughts that filled her brain when her body simply ached to be fucked.
“Close your eyes and try to relax…” Moira instructed Angela, almost as if she had somehow read her mind. Or understood her feelings, which probably wasn’t too hard as, despite Moira being the way she was, Angela was sure that Moira at least shared some of those feelings of embarrassment over the entire situation, as well. It was almost impossible that she didn’t…
Angela was quickly distracted from her thoughts once she felt Moira’s palm brushing over her skin, sliding down Angela’s backside and stopping dangerously close to Angela’s pussy.
Angela felt her heart skip a beat, especially when she felt Moira’s slender fingers slowly slide under her panties.
They touched Angela’s bare skin, and Angela was ashamed of just how wet she truly was. Especially when Moira could feel it, too. She expected Moira to make fun of her for it, but… she didn’t.
Instead they both remained silent while Moira’s fingers fondled Angela’s most private part, finding her clit and slowly teasing it.
“Hrm…”Angela bit her lip, trying to stop her own moans from slipping.
But every single time she tried to stay quiet, Moira would press her fingers a little harder, or rub her clit a little faster, purposely trying to make Angela moan even louder.
After a while of teasing her, Moira hesitantly slipped her fingers inside of Angela.
One, at first, and Moira stopped once she heard Angela’s surprised gasp.
When Angela didn’t complain about it, Moira slipped another one inside her… and another one.
“A-ah! Ah!”
Upon hearing Angela’s loud gasps and moans that she could no longer hold in, Moira smiled to herself in triumph. And tried to ignore how aroused Angela’s moans made her.
Because if Moira couldn’t exactly masturbate while Angela was sprawled across her lap, taking her fingers so well, Moira would at least have her fun reducing Angela to a horny mess while she fucked her.
“You’re so tight, doctor…” Moira purred, and her low voice started driving Angela even more insane, “I wonder… How sweet do you taste? I could stop to change our positions so my mouth would reach your-”
“Fick dich, don’t you fucking dare stopping, Moira!” Angela immediately growled, before she could stop herself.
She didn’t care how pathetically desperate she sounded. She didn’t care that she could hear Moira quietly and smugly chuckle. She didn’t care that Moira teased her about how eager she was, and how much she enjoyed her fingers. She didn’t care about anything…
Angela only cared about one thing at that moment, as she whimpered and squirmed over Moira’s lap, while Moira was inside her… and that thing was her orgasm.
An orgasm that was quickly approaching as Moira started to shove her fingers inside of Angela a bit more deeper and rougher, while rambling to herself about how pretty Angela was and how horny she made her…
“F-fuck, oh gott, f-fuck-!” Angela groaned in frustration as her orgasm built up.
She was so close, she was so fucking close…
“Come on, Dr. Ziegler, be a good girl and come for me…” Moira cooed with a smug grin on her face, enjoying every second of watching Angela writhing in pleasure in her lap.
Angela didn’t even know that Moira could flirt, much less that she could talk like that to another woman… and even less did Angela ever think that Moira’s voice could do such things to her, but now, there was no denying just how shamefully horny it made her.
Which was why it wasn’t surprising that Angela came so soon.
Angela saw stars as she came all over Moira’s hand, unintentionally calling out Moira’s name.
But as soon as it was over… Angela’s exhaustion got the best of her.
She was so tired, and her orgasm only seemed to make it worse, even when she didn’t do much other than lay down over Moira’s lap. But something about it seemed to make her feel so calm and weak after the waves of pleasure started to pass…
Maybe Moira was right, and this sort of… ‘treatment,’ as she put it, really had some sort of merit to it.
But Angela couldn’t even think too much about it before her body started begging for sleep. Especially when the sofa, and Moira’s lap, were so strangely comfortable and warm…
Angela’s eyelids felt so heavy that Angela wanted to close them just for one second… but as soon as she did, she started to fall asleep, and was unable to fight.
In a couple of minutes, she was fast asleep.
And Moira didn’t have the courage to wake her up.
Even when Moira herself had started to feel not only tired, but sexually frustrated as well from Angela arousing her so much only to leave her there with an ache between her legs, and boxers under her jeans that were surely soaked by now… Moira couldn’t get too annoyed at it.
Moira simply sighed, smiling to herself when she remembered their awkward sex, and how much it seemed to please Angela. It was most enjoyable… even if Moira wished that they had been a bit more intimate, thinking back to all of the moments when she wanted nothing more than to kiss Angela’s lips, and held back from actually doing it.
Maybe next time, if there was a next time…
With the thought, Moira shook her head. She’d have time to wish for a next time, worry about the consequences of their actions and for the inevitable awkward conversation she’d have with Angela once she woke up some other time.
For now, Moira merely wanted to enjoy the moment of having Angela sleeping peacefully on her lap.
With her clean hand that wasn’t covered by Angela’s fluids, Moira ran her fingers through Angela’s golden and messy hair. She felt Angela move slightly in her sleep, and a soft whimper escaped Angela’s lips.
She was truly exhausted.
In a way, Moira was glad she was at last finally resting, just as her body had been demanding. But Moira would be lying if she said that she wasn’t starting to feel a little bit tired herself, too.
Throwing her head back, and careful not to accidentally wake Angela up, Moira tried to fall asleep. She tried to push aside her feelings for Angela, and her fears for what the future held… and in a matter of minutes, Moira had succumbed to her sleepiness, too.
Both doctors needed to take a break.
And perhaps in the future they’d be able to take a few more.