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Moira's hand was tangled in your hair as she kissed you. Her kisses were always so dominant and cold; calculating in a way as her lips moved against yours. Furthermore, the hand planted on your neck as you two kissed was there for when Moira deemed you could part; the woman having complete control of the situation, as she liked it. The other hand at your lower back, too, kept you in place, tightly holding you against the tall geneticist. But, in addition to all this, she kisses steadily while savoring the feeling of your lips locked with hers, her fingers interlocking with the hair at the nape of your neck even tighter causing you to melt into Moira.
Her effect on you is undeniable; it is painfully obvious in which you fall against her, so relaxed and at ease as Moira claims your lips for her own, greedy self. And the way her lips trailed ever so slowly along your jawline, down to your neck -- ultimately praising the skin, had you seeing stars. You were in bliss when her lips were on your own or *anywhere* for that matter. It was to the point blood rushed in your ears, pulse quickening while your heart heavily pitter-pattered. A smirk crawled onto Moira's lips as if she could hear the frantic beating, deepening the kiss to its tempo.
The woman pulled away to appraise her work done on you, her aura smug as she kissed the corner of your lips. And with that, her eyes told you everything you needed to know; you belonged to her and you did not need anyone except for her. They spoke of her boundless love for you, her desire to keep you close no matter what and that drive was undeniably strong. It had to be just for you, all for you. Moira did everything for you because you were her top priority, nearly surpassing her love for science and research, plus new breaking discoveries. Alas, the hand at your cheek was freezing but inviting, drawing you in for another of Moira's unique kisses.