#moira o'hara imagine

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Imagine Moira trying to seduce you

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Hello, dear Witches!

So, I'm getting the urge to watch Beetlejuice, and it made me think of the lovely Moira, of course!

I hear Ms O'Hara is in the sequel, reprising her role as Delia Deetz; I am certain excited to see what is in store for the returning cast.

If there was a watch party in Schitt's Creek for the new Beetlejuice movie, when it eventually comes out, do we think anyone would wonder if that actress looks just... a little bit like Moira?

Would Roland dare ask David if he knew if Moira had gotten her wardrobe from the great Catherine O'Hara?

Would young Rollie, when Moira and Johnny visited Schitt's Creek, ask her questions about the movie? I imagine he might have just a little more tact than Roland.

I'm honestly hoping the new Beetlejuice has the umbrella make an appearance...

And when Moira was ready to leave Schitt's Creek the first time, though it ended up not happening, she tried giving away her jacket. Who, if anyone, in town gets the umbrella?

I like to think David and Patrick go on more picnics with it.

This sounds like a farm witch fic prompt for sure!

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Ok so. Smut with Moira? bc 😩

Say no more 😩

(also ignore how shitty the title is, I tried to do a word play on the word cluster fuck and I don't know how the feel about it)

Duster Fuck (Moira O'Hara x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, mommy kink, thigh riding, power bottom Moira

You had recently moved into the Murder House, and while there were plenty of suspicious things going on there nothing was more suspicious than your new maid.

Moira had only been working for you for about a week now, but she was already starting to test your patience. Bending over seductively, making sexual innuendos, purposely leaving her top button undone- you had just about had it.

The last straw was when you were in your office, trying to get work done when Moira walked in.

"What are you doing in here?" You asked her as she picked up the feather duster.

"I'm here to dust your shelves. If I don't do it now, they won't be done until Monday, and we can't have that." She began swiping at the books on the shelves.

Thinking nothing of it, you went back to work.

"Whoopise," Moira said as she dropped her feather duster. "Lemme get that." She bent over to picked it up, her ass in the air way longer than it should have been.

You peaked over your laptop as you watched her before hearing her say "Like what you see?"

Your face turned bright red as you returned to your work. Well, you tried to at least. It was difficult to get any work done with Moira watching you like a hawk.

"It sure is hot in here," she commented.

"Turn down the thermostat," you replied, doing your best to try to ignore her (and failing).

"I can think of a much better way to cool off," she said as she began to undo the buttons on her dress.

"I...um..." You watched as she slowly sauntered over to you.

"Don't you wanna help me cool off? Mommy?"

Shit, you thought. She's too hot to ignore.

"I know you wanna fuck me, I could tell it from the very first day I walked in," she said as she sat on the edge of your desk, her top now entirely unbuttoned to expose the lacy black bra underneath.

"Moira, I have work to do." You tried to keep your voice steady as you watched her lean closer to you.

"That can wait until later," she said, closing your laptop. "But for now, I have an itch that I need you to scratch."

Gulping, your eyes followed her as she hopped off of your desk before walking over to you and straddling your leg.

"Please mommy, I'm so wet for you," she said as she grinded against your thigh slowly. "I need relief."

You froze, hesitating for a moment before thinking what the hell and deciding to go with it.

You leaned forward, pressing your body flush against hers. "You're so pretty," you complimented her as you removed her bra.

Her nipples immediately hardened as they hit the cold air, and you watched, mesmerized, at how her boobs moved as she humped your leg.

You grabbed her by the back of her neck as you began to place kisses along her collarbone, nipping occasionally to see her reaction.

She moaned, reaching her hands up the play with her boobs while she watched you.

"Mommy," she panted as you swatted her hands away and cupped her boobs, rolling and pinching her nipples with your thumb and forefinger.

You leaned your head down and took her right boob into your mouth, swirling and sucking at her nipple.

She moaned in ecstacy, reaching one of her hands up to grab your hair as the other one clutched onto your arm.

You released it with a pop before moving on to the other one. Moira gasped as she continued to rub her soaked cunt against your thigh.

You lifted your head up to watch her. Her makeup had gotten a little smudged as sweat clung to her forehead, but you thought she looked pretty enough to be an angel.

Her moans got louder as she got closer to her release. "M-mommy, I think I'm gonna-"

"Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?" You asked as you pushed away some of her hair that had fallen into her face.

She nodded, barely being able to keep up with the rhythm as she rode your thigh, her thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Cum for me baby, cum for mommy," you cooed as you watched her face contort in pleasure as she came, your leg now soaked with the wetness of her juices.

She leaned her head against your shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

"You did so good for me princess," you praised. "Let me get something to clean you off with, and some clean clothes so you can go lie down for awhile. You don't have to worry about finishing your dusting today, I'll make sure it's taken care of."

"But mommy," she said as she looked up at you with a mischievous grin. "Now that I've gotten to cum, it's your turn."

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A Song of Our Love (Moira O’Hara x Reader)

smut

Music played from the record player in your living room. It rang out all throughout the apartment. Moira had beat you home, so she had chosen the record for the night. Obviously, she was in some sort of mood because you could hear the voice of Edith Piaf as you unlocked the front door. Moira was waiting for you in the kitchen, perched up on the counter in a silk robe. You set the bags with the ingredients for your dinner on the counter behind her, giving you an excuse to reach around her. 

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” you asked and Moira placed her hand on your cheek. 

“There needs to be a separation between work and home,” Moira said and you knew something had to have happened at the house. Moira hated it there, but it was good money and the two of you were almost done saving up to leave. Your bags were already packed and in the back of your car. All you needed was a bit more money and the two of you could go to New York or somewhere on the east coast to start over. 

“There is a separation and soon, you won’t have to work at all,” you told her. She kissed you softly and you broke the kiss with a smile. “My music, it’ll get us places.” 

“Why exactly is your music different than everybody else’s?” Moira asked you. She had asked you that question a million times and each time, you gave her the same answer. “What separates your song from the next one?” 

“Because I will sing a song of our love,” you told her, pretending to be very poetic. Moira wrapped her legs around your waist and you placed your hand on her thigh. “A time like this is a time when people treasure songs of love and happiness the most. I’m not preaching peace, just giving the world a glimpse of an angel.” 

“A silver tongue in every sense.” Moira let her fingers play at the back of your neck as the two of you stood in the kitchen. She hopped off of the counter and you followed her back to your bedroom. “Let’s see if we can find a different use for it than flattery.” 

You nodded eagerly and you let her take you over to the bed. You sat back and she moved on top of your lap. Your heart was racing as she ran her hands up your side, pushing your dress up and pulling it over your head. Her hands were soft and the gentle press of her fingers against your skin sent chills up and down your spine. 

Moira slowly leaned you back until you were laying down. She placed her hands on your thighs and pushed them apart. You watched her as she teased you. Every single time that Moira touched you, you couldn’t believe how good it felt. She was able to put your entire body on edge, push it over, and catch you before you hit the ground. 

You wasted no time in flipping your positions. You untied the robe that she was still wearing and let it fall down her shoulders a bit. You admired her body for a moment, splayed out in front of you. That didn’t last very long though because she was waiting for you and you had been waiting for her as well. Just like she knew your body, you knew hers. 

Small sighs and quiet moans could barely be heard over the music. As you continued to push her body further and further, every noise was intensified and became louder. The music had either stopped playing altogether or it could no longer be heard over Moira. She cried out into the room and you swore that it echoed off of the walls for a moment. 

“I think we should leave tomorrow after Constance gives you your check,” you said as you pulled yourself up to lay beside her. She agreed with you on that and then she shifted in your arms so she was in a position comfortable enough for sleep.

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Safe- Moira O’Hara

Pairing: Moira O’Hara x Reader

Characters: Moira O’Hara

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Young!Moira x reader Word prompt: safe.

Word Count: 440

Author: Charlotte

You had been settled down on your sofa with a book that you had put off reading for too long when someone knocked at your door. You hoped it was just a neighbour asking for some milk so that you could go back to reading but it was actually your best friend Moira. She was stood in your doorway, mascara trailing down her cheeks, still in her uniform from work. There wasn’t any plan for her to visit, so concern instantly hit you.

You ushered her into your home and got her a piping hot mug of tea to help calm her down before she could tell you about everything that had happened.

She lit up a cigarette as she begun to settle your nerves in telling you what was going on.

“I need to find a new job. I’ve completed screwed up my current one,” she admitted. “I don’t think that I can ever go back there.”

You offered her a gentle smile, trying to reassure her that everything wasn’t nearly as bad as it may seem for her. “I’m sure it’s not that bad. What’d you do?”

From first assumptions, you thought that she might had broken something with a lot of sentimental value to her employer, but it wasn’t anything nearly as simple. Moira was a maid for a family and had only been employed by them for a short while, so you weren’t certain how else she could have wrecked her chance at staying employed by them.

“I had sex with Mr Langdon,” she said, taking a drag from her cigarette. “I felt so alone, and he started to flirt with me. I know that I shouldn’t have done it, but I just got lost in the moment of having someone who cared about me. If his wife ever found out, she’d kill me.”

“It’s going to be okay.”

You didn’t know if it would be okay, but you weren’t about to leave your best friend worrying on her own. You would be there to support her no matter what.

“Everyone does stupid things, Moira,” you said. “You’re always safe here. If you don’t think that you can go back to work there, you can stay here until you find somewhere else. Just know that I am always here for you and able to help you out if you need it.”

She gave you a gentle smile. “Thank you, Y/N. I just needed to talk to someone about it. I doubt she’ll ever find out and I’ll never do anything with him again. I’m sure it’ll just go back to normal.”

If only she were right.

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Dating Moira O’Hara Would Include

Request: Dating Young!Moira O’Hara would include

A/N: I tried to leave it as ambiguous as possible so you can imagine her however you want

Moira doesn't sleep, but she misses sleeping. It just gets so lonely sometimes in the middle of the night while you're resting. She'll try to sleep beside you, pretending and just letting a daydream play out. On nights when that doesn't work, she is content to sit beside you, try and match her breath with yours and wondering what you're dreaming about.

She has carried guilt and trauma from her life with her from decades, guilt over how she lived her last few days, the feeling of hands forcefully pulling and pushing her to their will. She sometimes worries that you can feel the hands on her too, and worries that she will never be enough.

You swear her laugh is the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. You love the way she chuckles, all prim and proper but you would do anything to hear her laugh so hard she's breathless and blushing.

Moira gets upset when she thinks about how she died, how she's trapped forever under the male gaze, unable to grow old and live the life she and her mother wanted for her. She tends to internalize a lot of it, shutting you out until it reaches a boiling point.

She likes to dance, when she was young she always dreamed of finding someone to spend her evenings dancing with, and once she became trapped in the house, she accepted she would never find that. And then you came along, you found the old record player in the basement and spent hours trying to fix it until you finally gave up and took it to a specialist nearby. Moira was cleaning up the kitchen when you turned the music on, she followed the noise through the halls to find you swaying back and forth alone. She knew then her future won't be as bleak as it seemed.

More than anything she wished her mother had gotten to meet you. Some nights while you're sleeping, she talks aloud like her mother can hear her, and she tells her about you, your quirks, your habits, the things that make her love you.

Moira worries what she will do one day when you leave her, whether it be you move on or pass away. She hopes you leave the house, forget about her entirely before you end up trapped like her. But nothing makes her happier than the thought of the two of you living as old women together in your house, pushing the curtains back to let the sunlight in and dancing through the halls as a new family moves in.

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Mirror- Moira O’Hara (1)

Pairing: Moira O’Hara x Reader

Characters: Moira O’Hara

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 413

Author: Aaron

“I’ll be down in a moment honey,” you shouted down the aged, sturdy stairs down to your wife who took the duty of cleaning downstairs as you began to tackle one of the higher rooms of the tackily dubbed ‘Murder House’. Equipped with a basket of cleaning supplies and a determination to get this place sellable again you wandered from room to room, checking out the damage left by the previous owners. You whistled happily to yourself as you polished, dusted and organized the fixtures and décor, thinking of the possibility that lay within the ancient walls.

Streaks of dust disappeared from the large, ornately framed mirror as your dust cloth swiped from side to side, your eyes drifted down to your basket to pluck a fresh rag but as your eyes rose back, two figures appeared in it’s reflective surface.

“Quite fortunate to have a mirror opposite the bed, isn’t it?” The maid, Moira, sat cross legged on the edge of what would be the master bed, her feather duster placed gently in her lap. She curled her hair around her finger, the deep red curls looked as if they were stuck in the 60’s and she seemed to enjoy wearing the outdated, revealing maids’ outfit that was probably fit for purpose many years ago.

“You startled me.” Stepping back to admire the spotless feature, your heart almost returned to its normal rate. “Sorry if you feel like we’re doing your job, we just know there’s a lot of work to do and we didn’t want to leave it all for you.”

“Don’t be so silly.” She stood from the bed and held the duster loosely in her fingers. “It’s what you pay me for isn’t it?” She placed her hand on your forearm and ran her hands down yours until she plucked the cloth from your hands. “I love my work… I love serving my men.” Bending down to grab the basked from your other hand she tried her best to brush her body against yours.

“I don’t know what kind of people you had here last time, but that’s my wife downstairs and we aren’t into all that open relationship stuff.” Her knees slightly bend as she lent over the bed to straighten out the creases she had left.

“Of course, of course.” Her pink lips curled into a mischievous smile. “She’ll never find out, I don’t want to share you. It’ll be like I was… nothing but thin air.”

[romeoquinns]

not sure if you've seen pretty little lies but Moira's ginger wig in milk money reminds me of nicole kidman's hair in pretty little lies but also in general, which leaves me to believe that Catherine O'Hara could definitely play any of Nicole Kidman's characters.

do you mean big little lies? yeah you’re right i do see it too but you know even more than her playing nicole kidman’s role i would’ve loved to see her take on reese witherspoon’s character, imagine her just swearing at everyone like reese did sjkjdkj

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My heart 😍😏🤤🤯😳🙊🙈💙❤ *Dead*

I'm With Her; Moira x Fem!Reader

Could you do a Moria O'Hara x female reader, and the reader has been lovers with Moira for a few week and one night she wants to have sex with her but while she is her old self. Nobody else has had sex with her that way. Sorry it sounds creepy.

Author: Lee

Warnings: Smut (like a lot. this might be the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written) - masturbation, oral, thigh riding, fingering; Old!Moira (smut with old!moira), Profanity,  time isn’t linear in this - there are some flashbacks,

It had been nearly two and a half months since you and Moira had started your ‘meetings’. You remember the first day, when you moved in, was your first encounter with the woman who was now your maid.

The day was sunny and the last of the movers had brought the last of your things into the house. You had assured them that you would arrange all the furniture to your liking, and that they just needed to bring everything into their appropriate rooms. You had just made your way into the living room to tip the movers when you noticed them staring behind you. Turning around, you see a beautiful young woman looking directly at you. She was wearing a French maid outfit and you wondered momentarily if it was Halloween.

Afficher davantage

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Mirror- Moira O’Hara (2)

Pairing: Moira O’Hara x Reader

Characters: Moira O’Hara

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 419

Author: Aaron

“I don’t really think this is appropriate.” You marched sternly towards the door so that you could join your wife downstairs to complain and warn about the advancing maid, but she managed to slide between you and the exit.

“Of course, it isn’t appropriate, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t what you want.” You could only stand and watch as she slowly bolted the door and clicked a hefty padlock into place over it. “Oopsie.” She giggled proudly to herself and reached into her pocket to pull out an antiquated key.

“Give me the key Moira.” She dangled it out in front of you but you could not manage to grab it before she pulled it away.

“You want the key then take it, I won’t stop you.” Her smile grew wider as she took the key and rested it down the front of her black dress so that it rested in between her chest. “Come on then… slide your hand between my breasts and earn your way to freedom.”

You begged and pleaded with her to just relinquish the key but she just stood there with a smug smile on her pale face. You knew there was no other choice and there was no other way this soon to be ex-maid would give up the key easily, secretly you were falling under her spell no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

Slowly you reached your hand over, Moira’s eyes watched your hand intently as it crept towards her almost bare chest. Your fingertips were mere inches away from her flesh when she gently grabbed your hand and rose your shaking fingers to her lips.

“That key doesn’t really work.” She brushed her cold mouth against your fingers and laughed impishly. “The real key is stashed somewhere far more… delicate.” She pushed you away from her and you watched her side of her bottom lip slowly furl under her sparkling teeth.

“I’m not reaching into your underwear to get a key. Just open the door now.”

“You don’t sound so sure about that, besides, there’s a few places you might have to search ever so deeply. There’s nothing you can do to me baby, now get the key, you know you want to.” It became harder and harder to win the internal battle between staying loyal to your beloved wife and falling to this tempting succubus. “It’s so cold, not that it’s down there but I can think of something far, far better for both of us.”

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Queen; Moira X Fem!Reader

Hi I loved the moira o'hara smut could you possibly right another one? With a female reader preferably

  Author: Lee

Warnings/ A/N: NSFW (smuttish - giving oral & fingering), kind of some dirty talk?, swearing, seduction, kinda lowkey Dom!Moira, mentions spoilers for season 1, I don’t know whether to be ashamed or proud because I think I’m getting better at this stuff. I also think I shifted tenses, but oh well.

The front door slammed shut with your force, alerting your mother that you were home. Vivian, your mother, walked out of the kitchen, your sister Violet in tow. You had no idea where Ben was. He’s your father, but after what he did to your mother, you couldn’t bring yourself to call him a dad anymore. Violet looked happy to see you, she was a few years younger than you and seemed to always look up to you. That may have been because you were taller, actually.

“Hey, Y/n, how were classes?” Vivian asked.

You made a ‘bleh’ sound and threw your backpack up the stairs and onto the landing. Violet snorted and rolled her eyes, leaning up on the doorframe.

“What are you up to tonight? Taking over the world?” Vivian asks again.

“After I do some homework, probably.”

“Good, you have priorities.” she mused.

“Quite the priorities, really.” chimed a voice to your right.

You turned your head and saw Moira standing next to you, her dress seeming a bit shorter than usual. You looked back at your mother, who smiled kindly at Moira. You remembered how they don’t see the maid like you do. You weren’t sure how they perceived her, but you knew they’d be disturbed to know that you were very attracted to her.

“Well, Violet and I were going to go out for dinner, you’re welcome to join.”

“I would, but I really have to work on chemistry.”

Vivian nodded and walked to the door, Violet behind her as they grabbed their coats. You crossed your arms and tried not to notice Moira’s gaze probing you. Vivian turned back around.

“Well, I guess it’s just you and Moira. I think you’ll be able to handle yourselves.” And with that, they were out the door and in the car, driving away.

You stood still as Moira spoke up.

“We’re alone.”

You held your breath a moment before nodding and jumping up the stairs. You grabbed you bag and sped to your room. Slamming the door behind you, you fell face first onto your bed. That maid was going to be the death of you.

The footsteps going up the stairs made you tense your entire body. A knock on the door made you bury your head in a pillow. You heard the creak and the steps into your room. Your door closed.

“You can’t just ignore me.” She stated as she walked closer.

You didn’t respond and she groaned.

“Come on. Y/n, why do you do it again?” You felt the bed sink. “Why don’t you make me feel the way you did last week?”

“Moira-” She cut you off.

“It’s been a full seven days, longer even. You can’t expect me to not come back after you and your magic fingers.”

You shut your eyes tight, trying to contain what self-control you had left. Damn if she didn't have such a heavy affect on you.

“Come on, Y/n, didn’t you say you had to work on chemistry? What about ours?”

You couldn’t deny her. You rolled on to your back and sat up. In a matter of seconds you had thrown her under you, lips attached to hers like your life depended on it. Her fingers were wrapped in your hair as your hands held her waist and pulled her closer. With a groan, Moira had bound her legs around your midsection. Shivers ran down your spine as she rubbed herself against your abdomen.

“Moira.” You groaned. It turned her on more.

“Give me that feeling you did last time, do it again, please?"

There was something about Moira, something addicting. As much as you wanted to make a boundary, to lay down some sort of safe zone and respect, you couldn't not feel the attraction. There was an emotion, an instinct twisting your insides, making your head spin. Before you could think a single thought, her clothes had been taken off.

"Moira," you started "tell me what you need, what I need to do." It was surprising how well you could get the words out as every color  turned to a different shade.

The room spun and colors were vibrant, but off. More expressive than before. This is it, this is -

"I want you, I want everything you have to offer, I'll only take what you give."

Sounds good.

"Ok."

Sliding yourself down the bed, your face eventually made it to the intended destination. You tasted her, licking, stimulating. She moaned. We're just getting started. Your tongue found her clit and drew shapes, that's what she liked best. Her form writhed under you, you placed a hand on her side to keep her in place. The other went to progress the sinful desire rising in both of you.

She felt good around your finger. Almost better than the first time. You withdrew your index and licked over her slit again, moving your attention to her labia. She responds well to this. You hear her moan again and you realize your brain is having trouble keeping up. You can only remember, remember things about her, what she likes, and your body can only follow simple commands.

Your mouth moved back up the her most sensitive of nerves. Her fingers glide into your hair, lightly pulling at the roots, her moans being louder and much more dirty. The only thought that crosses your mind is that she must like you or something. You don't realize you've let go of her hip until you feel her rocking herself under you.

"Yes, Y/n," she moans "Right there."

You graze your thump over her and feel the damage, how well your thumb glides over her, how wet she is. You insert your index and middle finger, feeling the way she constricts around you. She suppresses the loudest moan she's ever produced, but it just ensured your actions.

She pulls your face up, sitting up herself, so your fingers are still inside her. She takes your face in her hands and kisses you. She pulls away for a moment with admiration in her eyes as your fingers continue to move in her.

"Moira."

She pulls you back in, holding you close as her lips move with yours. She's amazing, she's soft, she's delicate, she's warm, she's..... gone.

You open your eyes to find nothing but the bed under you. The room and the feeling all surreal. You could still feel the pressure where her lip were against yours, you could still feel the wetness glazed over your fingers. It was real.

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I'm With Her; Moira x Fem!Reader

Could you do a Moria O'Hara x female reader, and the reader has been lovers with Moira for a few week and one night she wants to have sex with her but while she is her old self. Nobody else has had sex with her that way. Sorry it sounds creepy.

Author: Lee

Warnings: Smut (like a lot. this might be the smuttiest thing I've ever written) - masturbation, oral, thigh riding, fingering; Old!Moira (smut with old!moira), Profanity,  time isn't linear in this - there are some flashbacks,

It had been nearly two and a half months since you and Moira had started your 'meetings'. You remember the first day, when you moved in, was your first encounter with the woman who was now your maid.

The day was sunny and the last of the movers had brought the last of your things into the house. You had assured them that you would arrange all the furniture to your liking, and that they just needed to bring everything into their appropriate rooms. You had just made your way into the living room to tip the movers when you noticed them staring behind you. Turning around, you see a beautiful young woman looking directly at you. She was wearing a French maid outfit and you wondered momentarily if it was Halloween.

You looked around the entrance and back into the men in the living room. The men were looking between you and the woman. Turning back around you finally spoke up:

"Can I help you?"

The woman wore a slight smirk as you spoke, "I'm Moira O'Hara, your maid."

You furrowed your brows and lightly shook your head.

"I don't need a maid." you respond.

"I come with the house," her response was quick and you barely blinked as she spoke again. "My family has been working with whom ever owns this property for the last few generations. I know everything about this house, and just exactly how to properly clean it with the most natural, organic products. If you're struggling financially, I'll even do it for free." she added in the last part when your were able to open your mouth again.

From behind you, one of the men piped up, "Take the offer, I know I would."

You glanced behind you to see the thirst in all of their eyes, you felt bad the Moira was stuck in their line of sight, so you decided to figure out a way to get her out of their view.

"Sure, fine. What services do your offer?"

"Anything." She replied, looking you up and down.

You could practically see the eyes of the movers bulge out of their heads, you decided to ignore the way she responded and instead focused on the word itself.

"Do you cook?" you asked.

She nodded and went to reply, but you beat her.

"Could you go make some lunch for me?"

She nodded and waltzed away, turning briefly to ask what your wanted. You told her to make whatever she felt was appropriate. You ignored the way she looked you up and down again and instead tipped the movers.

As they walked out, you could see a few nearly break their necks trying to see if they could catch a glimpse of Moira. One even stopped and asked how much money it would take to get you to let him buy the house. You just gave a tightlipped smile and shook your head, guiding him to the door.

Turning on your feet, you walked back to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway to see Moira bent over, looking for a pan. The image of her short dress riding up her ass burned into your head as you shuffled into the library to place some books on the shelves.

You remember the first time Moira had ever showed you doubt, which was, oddly enough, the first time you realized your fate was sealed and that you would probably never look at another woman the same again.

About two weeks in it was becoming apparent to Moira that something was off, you were seemingly uninterested in her and her advances. At first she knew she had been affecting you, but you were stronger willed than she thought you'd be. She had brushed off the first week as you just being shy and polite, maybe professional and morally correct; however, Moira has come to realize she may have lost you along the way.

No longer were you affected by her skirt slipping up, or the way she'd bend over on the floor to give you a teasing view. Moira had even pulled out the big guns and went as far as touch herself in a place she knew you'd walk into. You were blank as you'd apologize and quickly walk out, never to bring it up again. Moira had come to question your sexuality, maybe you were asexual, maybe you didn't like women. Yet, none of that added up. She had done her research, watched you and your mannerisms and interactions closely. Maybe you just didn't like her.

Moira made her way down the stairs, peeking into the living room and seeing you with your head tilted over the back of the couch. She quietly walked in and straddled you on the couch, kissing your outstretched neck in the most promiscuous fashion she could. You quickly jumped back into reality, grabbing her wrists and flipping her under you, effectively pinning her. Moira started to grind her self against you.

"Just like that -- take me here, I like it rough!" she moaned.

You released her and sat back as far as you could away from her. She sat up, disheveled and panting, clearly disappointed. Her brow furrowed as she looked down at the cushions beneath her.

"Is- is it me?" she asked.

"What?" you could barely understand what she meant.

"Am I disgusting to you? Is that why you don't want me?" she looked up into your eyes as you leaned back onto the arm of the couch.

"Moira, you don't disgust me. I'm your employer, I would just be taking advantage of my position if I-" she cut you off.

"But I'm the one who started everything!"

You sighed and held your head for a moment. You looked at her. The vulnerability she had shown was nothing like what she had shown before. Before it was physical and sexual, this was emotional. The way she was acting, it almost seemed as though she was truly bothered by seeming lack of interest. 

"It would be unprofessional."

"Isn't that what makes it so good?" she retorted.

You knew your resolve would break, but the way she looked at you through her lashes made you weak.

"I haven't had anyone in so long, and you're just so kind to me" she started, sitting up on her knees. "Just once, please. Just once and I'll never ask again!" she was begging now, you knew it was a lie.

It would not be a one time thing, you and Moira both knew it, but you were willing to believe the lie for the time being.

By the fourth week your pass time was now very frequent, pretty much part of your normal schedule. It didn't help that you get to work from home most of the time, or maybe it did. At the end of the fourth week, you had one of those rare days where you had to go to work outside of the house. When you had gotten back, you were in for a surprise.

Closing the front door, you dropped your briefcase on the first step of the stairs, undoing the first few buttons on your shirt as you made your way up to the second floor. You walked down the hall to master bedroom, opening the door to Moira. Her spread legs faced you as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself, moaning your name like a song.

Your only reaction was to kick off your shoes and dive onto the bed to remove Moira's fingers from her core and suck off her slick. You flatten your tongue and move it up her slit as she grasped your hair and bucked her hips to put more of herself into your mouth. Holding her hips to the bed, you worked her clit with your tongue while you replaced her fingers with your own and pumped her.

You kissed down Moira's thighs as you sped up your fingers. You could feel that she was close as she tried to close her thighs around your head. You removed your hand from her hip and pushed one over Moira's legs down as she started shaking. You tongue went back to her clit and with a loud moan, Moira's body went slack.

Stopping your movements, you pulled away as she lay panting. She looked down at you and smiled before pushing you back on the bed.

"Your turn, babe."

For two months it had been like fire between you and Moira. You knew you wouldn't be able to move to another house for the rest of your life. Especially after she had told you her secret. What you didn't know was her other form, her aged self. This was only the second time you had ever seen Moira have doubt, and this doubt came from the same place as the first one. She was scared that you weren't attracted to her. She stood in front of you in nothing but a robe, glowing in her youth, robe clutched around her body.

"Show me, honey." you urged.

Moira faltered. "What if you don't like me after?"

You sighed and got up from the bed, "Moira, dear, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not just here for your looks?"

"You've told me so many times, but everyone usually is." she wept.

You pulled her to you and rested your forehead on hers. Moira closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Moira, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. I want you to know that I don't see you a sex object, you're more than just a pretty face."

"No, I brought it up, I should commit." she murmured into you neck.

She pushed you back to the bed and sat you down. Backing away, reached at her robe taking a moment to breath before transforming to her old self. She took the ties to her robe and let them fall to her side, grasping the opening to the robe to prevent it from opening. You moved you eyes up to meet hers.

"Take your time, love." you mutter, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees.

Moira let the robe drop around her legs. Her body was no longer of a young woman's, yet she was still just as beautiful. You realized that this must have been what it was like to grow old with someone you love. You smiled at her and she smiled back as you reached out for her to take your hand. You sat her small frame over your lap to let her legs straddle you as you kissed her. Moira placed her hands at the back of your neck and leaned in further. Delicately grabbing her hips, you rocked her back and forth, coaxing a moan from somewhere deep inside.

Moira's hands moved to tightly grip your shoulders and she moved her face down to kiss your neck. You could tell she wanted more, but, with the promise of going slow, you rocked her a few more times before pushing her up a bit. She looked at you for a moment, anticipating your wish to stop. Instead you pulled down your pants and slightly spread your legs, but only enough for her to slip one of her legs between when you guided her to do so. You sat Moira on your thigh and looked her in the eyes.

"Ride, baby."

Your command reverberated through her head and her body acted before her mind could fully process what you were saying. Slowly grinding her self up and down your thigh, she gripped your shoulders even tighter. You could feel that her old body couldn't quite produce enough lubrication to make you leg as slick as it usually did, so you improvised and spit as she slid away and came back forward. The new slick gave an entirely different feeling, and Moira's head fell back as she groaned out. You could tell from the way her legs slightly shook that she was close.

"Let go, Moira. Cum for me, darling." you whispered in her ear.

Her body shuddered and went still, her head against her shoulder. You gave her a minute before lifting her up and pushing her back on the bed, spreading her legs and licking off whatever slick was left on her vulva. You tongue slipped through her slit and you licked all the way up to her clit. You slowly licked as she grasped your hair and tugged whenever you did something especially pleasurable. You kept at it and felt her legs close around your head as you drew patterns on her hip with your fingers. Bringing one hand down, you slowly added a finger to pump in and out, gradually adding more.

Moira gasped as the third finger was added, tugging you hair harder as she finally went still. You pulled away and looked at her panting form.

"You're beautiful." you mumbled as you leaned down and kissed up her body.

"I believe you."

You both stayed there in the silence.

Moira stared at you before whispering out "I love you."

"I love you."