Day 9

Prompt: Making a move

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Her vision is blurry and she isn't quite sure why the thought of a grape with eyes is hilarious, but it is the funniest thing she's ever thought of in her life. She should have known drinking with Claire was a bad idea. Moira's idea of drinking is a few cocktails with cute straws and umbrellas. Where as Claire's idea of drinking is straight 40% vodka. Moira had about choked and died when she'd taken a first shot of the stuff with Claire. It burned and she couldn't breathe for about five minutes afterwards but the affects sure did indeed take affect quickly and before she knew it Claire and her were on some stupid website reading jokes that didn't make sense by kids and both actually crying over a grape with eyes.

She tried to make her drunk mind make a note to drink more often with Claire, although even in her drunken state she had a feeling the hangover she was going to get from this was going to make her want to never drink again.

Moira never thought she'd ever see Claire drunk, but from the look of her slightly flushed faced friend who's in fact still giggling over silly jokes, she'd say Claire is pretty damn drunk. Claire at that moment stops her laughing long enough to draw Moira's attention back to the screen so they can read another equally terrible joke. They both erupt into laughter again, Moira losing balance and literally landing with her head in the crook of Claire's neck. She thinks this is still hilarious and continues laughing, that is until she realises Claire has grown completely silent.

That's when Moira see's Claire's hands balled into fists, at first she doesn't make the connection, she just stays where she is a small sigh escaping her lips against Claire's neck. Claire visibly stiffens and Moira realises that she may have just found a particularly sensitive spot on her friend. Although her drunken mind is telling her this isn't a good idea and to not complicate things, she feels she has to at least try something to see if she's right. After all, they're both drunk and that's Moira's excuse if she needs it.

She finds herself reaching up Into Claire's hair, taking a hold of it gently and drawing the older woman closer to her. Her lips are only just hovering above Claire's skin but already Claire seems to be quite worked up with it all. Her hands have found their way around Moira and she's holding her close. If that isn't an invitation to continues Moira doesn't know what is.

So she does, her lips press gently against Claire's neck in a simple kiss. She does it again, her confidence growing when she hears Claire whimper slightly. She does realise this is probably very bad and that she should stop, but she's dreamed about this for years and now is the perfect opportunity.

Claire actually moans when Moira bites down on a particular spot. The noise makes Moira whimper herself and pull back a bit just so she can see Claire's expression right then. Claire's eyes are dazed and the moment Moira pulls away their eyes meet. Moira recognises the look in Claire's eyes all too well. She's out of it but there's desire burning in there, and she feels sort of proud you could make Claire like this from just simply kissing her neck.

They just stare into each others eyes for what feels like forever until suddenly Claire is pulling Moira's face up to hers and they're kissing. Moira should be shocked, but she just goes with it. The alcohol has let her relax for once, and by the way Claire is acting Moira guesses it's working the same way for her.

The kiss is heated and hungry, them both trying to pull each other closer. Moira somehow ends up straddling Claire's lap, but she isn't complaining. She's aware what this could lead to and the very thought makes her so fucking happy.

She's crushed on Claire for years, she swears the first time she ever saw Claire that was the day her heterosexuality flew out the window. She's spent a long time trying to figure out how she could get close to the infamous Claire Redfield and it just so happened that Claire had actually approached her first and they'd become very close friends by the time Moira had turned eighteen. Although she'd liked Claire for years, she never thought this would actually happen, the kiss was one thing she'd thought about that plenty. But by the way Claire's hands were now travelling down her body Moira pretty much knew were this was heading and she was just so damn happy.

She can't wait to boast to her friends that she'd finally slept with Claire fucking Redfield.