Ang"Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela yawned. It was late and she was tired, but work had kept her up as well as some concerns she had. She'd seen some reports of Moira's which held some troubling ideals. She wanted to speak to the women about them and that led her to visit the women's office late at night. She knocked on the door, leaning on the wall next to it. "Doct
Moira O'Deorain: Despite the fact it was almost midnight, Moira was still wide awake mostly in part to the copious amount of caffeine in her system. She was a busy woman after all and sleep would only impede her work, so when she heard a knock at her door she was a little frustrated. "Come in." Was Moira's only response, and even through a door
Moira O'Deorain: Despite the fact it was almost midnight, Moira was still wide awake mostly in part to the copious amount of caffeine in her system. She was a busy woman after all and sleep would only impede her work, so when she heard a knock at her door she was a little frustrated. "Come in." Was Moira's only response, and even through a door, her displeasure was obvious.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela opened the door, stepping into the room. She looked the women over, carefully collecting her thoughts and what she was going to say. "May I have a moment of your time?" Angela asked, stepping closer to Moira's desk. "I need to discuss somethings with you. I have a few questions."
Moira O'Deorain: Although the room was poorly lit and there were stacks upon stacks of paper on her desk, the room was very orderly, just the way the scientist liked it. She set down a pile of paper in her hands before turning in her chair to look at Angela, forcing a half-hearted smile. "Of course, Doctor Ziegler. Take a seat."
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She nodded her head and took a seat. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. "This is what I wanted to talk about." She handed the paper to Moira. "It's about some of your ideals. I'm a bit concerned about them is all."
Moira O'Deorain: Moira sat back in her seat with a sigh, gaze still trained on the younger woman. A hand reached out to take the sheet from Angela and tired eyes skimmed over the slightly crumpled sheet. "What are your problems with my research, then?"
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): "It's unethical. Some of the things you want to do goes outside the laws and standers of the medical field." She leaned forward, pointing to the list. "You want to do things that could be dangerous. I'm worried about the idea of testing these theories on human beings."
Moira O'Deorain: "We are never going to make progress if we limit ourselves. This is why we keep secrets, Angela." Moira's voice had lowered and she turned to look the other dead in the eyes.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela felt a chill run down her spine at the look in the women's eyes as well as the tone of her voice. "This is wrong. People could be hurt if you went through with these type of experiments. The U.N. would never support this."
Moira O'Deorain: "There is nothing wrong with advancing my knowledge and capability." She was quick to answer, nearly cutting the other off. "No one will stop me. Do you understand?"
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She stood up, looking at the door then back to Moira. "I see. I should be going then." She started walking to the door, doing her best to not seem in a hurry. She needed to tell Jack, someone, about what she'd learned.
Moira O'Deorain: "Not so fast." Moira stood just as quickly as Angela did, the chair kicked behind her. "Do you think I'm that daft? I know what you're planning, dear doctor." She stood in front of the door with her arms over her chest.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela swallowed down her fear, taking a deep breath. This wasn't good. "I don't know what you mean. I'm planning to go back to my room and sleep. It's been a long day and I'm tired." She lied, doing her best to remain calm and not show the fear she felt.
Moira O'Deorain: Moira still didn't back down, blocking Angela from the only exit out of the room, unless she was desperate enough to take the window, of course. She stared down at Angela, using her height advantage to further intimidate the young doctor. "I don't think so."
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela backed up a bit, not caring if she seemed weak. Right now she needed to talk her way out of this. "I'm tired. I'm going back to my room. Where else would I have to go so late at night?" She asked, arching a brow at her. "Everyone is asleep."
Moira O'Deorain: Her eyes narrowed and she moved forward, hand around Angela's throat. "How can I trust you won't rat me out the moment I let you leave?" She interrogated, their faces dangerously close.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath. "Who would I tell? Like I said, everyone is asleep." She shivered, gritting her teeth. "I won't tell anyone about this."
Moira O'Deorain: She sneered, her warm breath against Angela's face as she spoke. "I hope you realize you're not getting out of here unscathed, Doctor Ziegler."
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She opened her eyes, looking into Moira's. "What are you going to do? Mess with me? Do some cruel experiment on me?" She asked, anger in her voice.
Moira O'Deorain: "I have a much better use for you than that, for right now at least." Her knee pressed between Angela's thighs and slowly ground against her.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela let out a gasp, not expecting that. She ground her hips against Moira's knee. "Moira," She hissed, a blush covering her cheeks.
Moira O'Deorain: The grip around her throat loosened though her hand still remained, a threat of what she could do to the poor woman. "Yes?" She asked, not ceasing in her movements.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She moaned, placing her hands on Moira's shoulders. She gave a light squeeze. "What are you doing?" She struggled to get the words out, gasping at the feeling between her legs.
Moira O'Deorain: She bent down so Angela could relax a little. "You're a smart woman. Isn't it obvious?" She asked, a humorless laugh leaving her. Moira's free hand moved down to grip Angela's hip and pull her closer.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She felt her cheeks heat up more. "Is this how you keep me quite?" She asked, grounding her hips down again. She looked away, unable to meet Moira's gaze.
Moira O'Deorain: Moira smirked. "Unless you want your panties stuffed in your mouth, this is it." Her hand got a tighter grasp on her hip and pulled her even closer, the two women chest to chest now.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): "I feel like you'd like that," She remarked, glaring at the women. She reached up, running a hand through Moira's short hair. She gave a small tug at it.
Moira O'Deorain: "And you wouldn't?" Moira retorted and gasped quietly as her hair was yanked, leaning her head into Angela's hand. "It'd keep you quiet, at least."
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): "I'm sure you have other things you'd like my mouth to do." She smirked, doing her best to appear confident. "You got somewhere comfortable we can sit down."
Moira O'Deorain: She leaned forward and sloppily kissed Angela, tongue slipping into her mouth. A moment passed before she pulled back, panting slightly. "My room, now."
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Angela kissed back, gasping at the feeling of Moira's tongue slipping into her mouth. When she pulled back Angela nodded her head. She ran to Moira's room.
Moira O'Deorain: She sucked on Angela's tongue and brushed their tongues together. When they broke apart, Moira was quick to join Angela, locking her office and heading to her room.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): Once Angela was in the room, she laid back on the bed. She reached up and undid her hair. She ran her fingers through her own hair. "So, what are you planing to do to me, Moira?" She asked when the women entered the room.
Moira O'Deorain: There was a slight click as the door was locked behind Moira who crossed the distance to the bed in a matter of seconds. Her sweater was discarded and thrown to the floor, no doubt the beginning of a much larger pile of their clothes. "I want to completely ravenge you." She said, crawling onto the bed and hovering over Angela.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She spread her legs for Moira, reaching a hand up to run over her chest. "Is that anyway to talk to an angel?" She asked, leaning up to press a kiss to Moira's neck.
Moira O'Deorain: "You're far from an angel." She said and leaned her head to the side so Angela can kiss her. "I'd say you're a demon... Absolutely sinful." She teased, hands roaming down her thighs.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She pressed her lips to Moira's, taking her lower lip between her teeth. She pulled back. "How so? I've never done a bad thing in my life." She ran a hand down Moira's chest, to her stomach.
Moira O'Deorain: Moira sighed into the kiss, her lips parting. "Look at what you're doing right now, dear doctor." She teased, her skilled fingers dancing lazily over her inner thighs.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): "What can I say? You're irresistible." She pressed her lips to Moira's again, slipping her tongue into her mouth. She spread her legs more, arching her hips up.
Moira O'Deorain: She eagerly opened her mouth and slid her tongue back into Angela's mouth, curling them together. She brushed her fingers over Angela's clothed crotch.
Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (Looking for Moira): She gasped into her mouth. She moved her hand to between Moira's legs, pressing her fingers against her clothed crotch.