Chapter Thirteen: The Patient and the Warden

Moira took the door handle and closed it with finality; she and Edward could be together now since the GCPD checked out. The metal whirred and locked as Moira stepped away from the door to approach Edward in his room. She grabbed a hold of Edward's uniform and pushed him against the farthest wall beside the bed with a small thud against the concrete wall, wrapping her other hand roughly in his dark hair. Edward chuckled breathlessly at her firm aspiration to dominate their first tryst in the Briarcliffe hospital. Moira returned his smile as she and he met each other's lips with a kiss.

Edward's long fingers went for her neck.

Briefly Moira paused cautiously as he gripped her throat; Edward grinned widely as he noticed a small glint of fear in her eyes, swimming in there with lust.

"So," he said approvingly, "you are afraid of me."

Moira withdrew her hand from his clothes to pry his hand away from her throat; but he didn't let go. She instead kept her hand along his wrist, knowing he could kill her if she struggled more so. Moira rubbed his wrist with a thumb and exhaled a nervous breath.

"I respect the fear," Moira said quietly, "that you deserve."

"That's an interesting response."

"Edward, honey, if you wanted to kill me—"

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd definitely would have thought of something better than getting you alone in my room with no real way out?" Edward breathed. His voice sounded like he approved of this strategy, and Moira's brow furrowed in concern.

Ed shook his head, declining the idea.

"I don't want you dead, Warden," he said, his face inches away from her. His grip around her neck loosened and instead, he observed her throat with a wandering finger. "But the fact that you're a little afraid of me makes me happy. Do you know why?"

"Tell me."

"There's a forbidden element to this," Edward said, stepping away from the wall, hand still loosely held around her neck. "The warden and a patient. Secluded in a room. But you know what? We both have a desire for everything to be in control. It's just who we are. Clearly, your object of the game is to keep all of your patients here. Even me," he added with a darker voice. "But I don't intend to stay here in your little zoo for the rest of my life."

Moira backed away from him, and Edward let his hand fall from her. But she stepped backwards toward the other wall—The room was small, not much space to fall away from a man who had manhandled her.

"I made you comfortable as possible, Ed," she said gently. "I treat you favorably than the others. Gave you books to read, extra comfort items, and after all, you do enjoy my company—"

"Mm," Edward nodded, continuing to back her into a corner. "Yes, I do like your company. And yet…" Edward frowned, "I can't help but think that you are only treating me favorably so because I'm your best asset here. I'm not an animal in an exhibit. But that's why they call you the 'Zookeeper', don't they? Of course, I really like 'The Collector' better. Which one do you favor?"

Moira felt the door against her back.

"Edward, you're trying to intimidate me."

"Actually, I think that I'm succeeding in that measure. Why don't you tell me how I'm doing?"

"So what do you want? Your freedom? I can't give that to you without the GCPD knowing that I let a man go knowing well that he's incom—"

Edward slapped a hand over her mouth quickly, and she startled with a gasp, momentarily closing her eyes to avoid seeing his dark eyes and gritted teeth just inches from her face.

"Oh, I beg you," he said, "do not say incompetent."

Moira felt real fear as he could kill her right then and there. She didn't know what to do at this moment. She decided that to remain still was the best chance at keeping her patient calm, despite the fact that she had angered him by insulting his own intellectual vanity.

She caught a hint of the darkness in him, and maybe that solidified the whole reason why she wouldn't set him free.

"Open your eyes, Warden, and look at me."

Moira reluctantly met his agitated gaze. He considered her quietly, reviewing the fear in her eyes, and then his face broke out into a pleased smile. He frightened her, and it was okay for her to be afraid of him just a little bit.

"In time," Edward breathed, "You will set me free. Not because I make you. Not because I've asked you to. But because you want to, Warden. I really do like you, but you must stop thinking that I am as incapacitated as the rest of your collection of misfit toys."

Moira nodded.

He withdrew his hand from her mouth.

Moira gasped, and licked her lips briefly.

"I made you angry," she apologized. "I'm sorry."

Edward glanced at her slightly open lips. She startled a second when he moved but Moira eased when she felt his hands wrapped around the waistline of her pantsuit. A fire in her belly made her wet between her legs. Edward's intimidation made her heart flutter. And more so knowing that she was in danger while in the presence of the mad genius. But his hands were gentle and his face was no longer frighteningly contorted by the Riddler's presence.

Edward leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, slowly and tenderly. Knowing that this was okay, Moira returned it furtively; she heard a soft moan come from his mouth and she felt the hairs of her neck stand up.

What a sound…

Moira inhaled sharply as he slipped his tongue between her lips. Edward walked her away from the door to side step to the bed. Never breaking their lip-lock, he eased her down to the mattress on her back. Sounds of heavy breathing from the two of them, a rustle of clothing, Moira pulled herself full bodily onto the bed, kicking off her heels to allow Edward to climb on top of her. He pushed away her white jacket of her pantsuit and slipped his hands under her shirt. A small gasp from the pretty warden as his cold fingers trailed against her warm flesh.

Edward broke the kiss to land feathery kisses along the side of her neck. Soft flesh. And hot.

Moira glanced up at the ceiling, staring up at the camera which stared right back at her with a black lens, filming the two of them. She made a devious smirk. Something to re-watch late at night if it was deemed too risky to visit him tomorrow like this.

Voyeurism was quite the kink of hers.

Edward found her bra and pushed the material out of his way to grope her breast, and Moira arched her back against him, silently requesting him to investigate further down south.

"In time," Edward breathed against her neck, though he was half-tempted to quickly make good on his promise.

Moira shrugged off her jacket and tossed it to the floor. Edward raised up so that the eager warden could pull her shirt over her head and discard it too.

First time seeing Moira half-naked. And he wasn't disappointed.

"Been a while for you, hasn't it?" Moira asked playfully, pleased to his lustful expression passed over his face. She reached behind her with another arch of her back to discard her bra, allowing her breasts to come in full view of her favorite patient. "Come on, Ed. How much do you know about female anatomy?"

"Everything I need to know," Edward answered.

He bent his head forward to take a breast into his mouth. Moira's lips fell open as he circled his tongue around her nipple, while he gave the other attention with his fingers. Moira bit her lip to keep a wanting moan from escaping her mouth.

She pushed a hand through his hair, encouraging him to continue. Her toes curled under him, and she spread her legs to let him lay comfortably on her stomach so he could continue showing attention to her body.

Edward dipped his hand south and pulled down her pants, and traced his lips from her breast to her stomach, sliding down further on the bed to observe the happenings where she wanted him most.

He pulled her pink panties past her thighs. Moira's breaths became heavy and needy, raising her backside so he could pull her underwear down her ankles and toss them to the floor. Edward smirked as she spread her legs again to hopefully show her attention along the most heated flesh.

"Why do I get the impression that you've been without as long as I have?" Edward asked her curiously.

"How is that relevant?" Moira asked with little breath, lying on her back to prop her head on his pillow.

"I could only imagine that the reason you haven't had any visitors in your bed is because you wanted to be one in mine," Edward replied.

"You really are as egotistical as they say." Moira muttered.

"But am I wrong, Warden?" Edward asked her knowingly.

Without waiting for a reply, Edward placed a single digits along her slick opening only to test how accurate his hypothesis was; and he wasn't wrong. Moira was wet with arousal. And she bit back a moan to keep the ugly truth from becoming too obvious, but he knew.

Edward positioned himself between her legs and held her thighs apart with his hands.

Edward set his tongue against her clit and he nudged her bud with a little pressure. Moira's mouth fell open and her eyes pinched tightly shut as he tongued her clit insistently. He placed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, which broke her restraint from uttering any sign of pleasure—

Moira echoed a moan of approval, letting her head fall to the pillow even when she tried to watch him tenderize her itty bitty bud. Edward watched her squirm under his sweet licks; and her thighs tried to close shut, but he kept her legs spread.

"Yes...ah…" Moira cooed, as Edward slid his tongue along the inside of her folds, pushing her close to a climax, but he teased her what seemed indefinitely before granting her any sort of penetration. Light sucking, momentary darts of his tongue against her slick opening, and always keeping her legs apart due to her jolting of her hips to persuade him to give her more—Moira was a mewling puddle of lust, no more control over her patient, but under his control.

"Oh, oh…"

Edward listened to her pleasant moans, hearing her pleas. He caught sight of her hands that clawed the bed sheets along the edge of his mattress. Dire straits of need.

Moira let out a particularly loud moan, to which Edward answered her ardent cry as he slid a finger inside her, prompting an audible gasp from his warden as her hips bucked against his hand.

Edward sat up and hovered over Moira to watch her facial expressions as he fingered her with two digits in the place of two, bringing her moan his name. She reached for a handful of clothes to bring his lips to crash upon hers, covering her increasingly loud moans with a feverish kiss.

Edward felt her walls clenched tightly around his persistent fingers. He was pushing her as close to her climax as possible. And she was close. So close.

Moira bit his tongue mildly, nipped his bottom lip.

"I'm so close," she whispered. "Please…"

"Please what?" He asked her.

"Make me cum," Moira pled to him, and she arched her back as she felt the build up become distressingly overwhelming. "Oh my God…"

Edward removed his fingers abruptly when she was on the precipice of climaxing, and she emitted a disapproving wine.

Edward pulled his pants down to reveal a very hard erection, settled himself between her legs. Moira grinned widely, discovering his intention of withdrawing from her. She obliged, reaching for him with a red-polished hand to touch him. Fingers grasped tightly around his shaft made Edward moan, and close his eyes as she stroked him.

After three more strokes, knocked her hand away, mounting on top of her.

Edward pushed into her hard—both of them echoed a moan of approval as Moira's walls clenched around the welcomed guest inside her wet sex. He clamped his hand around her waist to keep her from moving.

"AH!" Moira cried out as his thrusts gave little time for her to adjust to him, but her open mouth formed into a smile of gratitude as Edward pushed her to the same precipice of pleasure. He buried his head in her neck, and Moira heard him almost growl a noise of desperation to meet her on the same cliff. She heard him say "Yes", and afterwards heard him say her name.

What. A. Fucking. Rush.

"Fuck me," Moira encouraged him, meeting his thrusts with her beckoning hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Harder…Harder, Ed."

Edward moaned as she hugged him tighter, making his need to push harder to get through her clamped walls. The room echoed with skin slapping against skin, and moans of pleasure from patient and warden.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

"Yes…"

"I'm almost there. I'm about to cum. Don't stop, honey," Moira pleaded in his ear, as he picked up his speed.

He made a moan as sexy as his voice, and that was the final push for Moira as her body seized and her mouth formed an "O", a loud enough moan that could probably alert the guards outside of the room echoed from her as she climaxed—yet Ed rode through her orgasm, pushing her past her limit.

She cried out his name several times—(so much for discretion)—along with a string of moans of approval.

Edward came shortly afterward, moaning her name once more.

He toppled off her and lay beside her on the bed. Chests heaving. Sweat rolling off their foreheads. Satisfied pants of breath. Legs like jelly and hearts racing.

Moira looked sideways at Edward.

"That...was amazing…" She managed to applaud him.

"Yeah…" Edward replied to her, and as if he hadn't expected it, "I know…"

Moira chuckled at the tone of surprise in his voice and stared up at the ceiling.

"Think I should erase that footage, Ed?" She asked curiously.

"Why?" Edward said. "If and when I get out of here, I'm taking you with me."

Moira raised an eyebrow. Seriously, she didn't know if that was a joke or if that was a real threat.

But after this, it wasn't so much as a threat as it was a guarantee for another great rendezvous with the Riddler. She shrugged it off, and continued to stare at the camera's dark eye.