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Throwback to this smutty Stephen tale...

Stephen Strange wakes up to the feeling of something strange on his fingertips, and with the headache adding to him not remembering what happened the night before, it is up to the woman laid tangled in his bed sheets in front of him to try and piece the story back together for him.

18+ smut

Prologue

Something felt odd when Stephen awoke. The pounding in his head was that severe that it almost seemed audible. He opened his eyes and saw he was in his own bed — that was normal. He focused on the woman laid in front of him — that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary either. He attempted to lift his heavy head and squinted his eyes as he peered over her shoulder, watching as she delicately kissed each of his fingertips. As his senses began to wake with him, the stinging he felt within the tips of his rough, cut up fingertips became apparent.

“Ouch.” He whimpered pathetically into the back of the woman’s shoulder.

“You’re awake,” The woman gasped, soothingly scratching her nails against his forearm as she kept his hand by her lips, “Good morning, Stephen.”

“Good morning—…” His voice trailed off, knowing full well that he couldn't recall her name or last night’s events whatsoever.

“You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?” The woman lifted her head to gaze back at him while rolling her eyes.

“Sweetheart, I don't even remember your name…” Stephen cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting a sweet smile.

“That’s because I never told you it,” She smirked, turning around fully but keeping his hand close to her, glancing down at it, “You certainly called me a lot of other things, though… or, should I say, shouted them enough.”

“So loud I ripped the skin off my own fingertips?” Stephen let out a singular chuckle.

“Oh, that, Stephen…” She bit her lip with a smirk, gazing into his eyes, “I’ll be shocked if I can still walk.”

“I…” Stephen blinked hard, rubbing his hands against his face, “Did we…? I mean, I'm guessing we… because… y—you’re here, and you're not wearing anything and I—” He peaked under the covers, “I— I’m not… wearing anything, so… we did, right?”

“Oh, we did, Stephen…” The woman licked her lips slowly, enjoying Stephen following her tongue with his eyes, “We really fucking did, and it was…. mmm,” She whispered, biting her lip for a moment, “But not here. Not the first time, anyway.”

“F—First… Not the first time?” Stephen squinted his eyes, swallowing hard.

“Oh, Stephen…” She giggled, pressing a tender kiss to each of his injured fingertips, “Let me tell you about last night.”

Let Me Tell You About Last Night

Stephen had been stuck in the Sanctum for what felt like days now. Working between here and the Karma Taj barely left him with time to sleep, let alone any time for himself. The odd friend or colleague would drop by and pay him a visit, but they wouldn't stay for long. He couldn't remember the last time he did something for himself, and what he was craving more than anything was what now seemed like a distant thrill of waking up next to a woman he had only met the night before.

Tonight, that was about to change. He finished his work and had a shower, walking into his bedroom after and trying to decide which pair of pants to wear. His decision was the smart trousers; simply for ease of how quickly he could take them off again. He buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his trousers, flattening the collar down with the snap of his fingers but leaving a couple of buttons open at the top. He opened one of his bedroom cabinets and tactically chose his most expensive aftershave — spraying it sparingly against his collar. Once his hair was dried, he combed through it and stood in front of the mirror, making sure there wasn't a strand of hair out of place.

Once satisfied with his appearance, he made his way out of the Sanctum for the first time in what felt like forever — on his own terms. His hands were tucked into his pockets and he gazed ahead with a confident smile — it felt good to be out and about without wearing his attracting cloak, but he also was always subtly smug when he did get recognised. In fact, he was hoping that tonight that would work in his favour — as of late, there was only so much his right hand could do.

He was aware of which bars were most likely to be occupied with people he knew on a Friday night, usually a couple of the doctors from the hospital. He looked up at the signs on the bars he passed by before settling on one of the many cocktail bars. Luckily, once inside, he spotted some of his old colleagues gathered around one of the round tables near the bar.

“Doctor Strange!” One of them exclaimed, reaching out for a hand shake, “Have you managed to take a day off from saving the world?!”

“Just for this evening.” Stephen chuckled, shaking his hand.

“It’s good to see you.” He smiled.

“And you,” Stephen nodded, “What are we all drinking?”

“I don't know about you, Stephen, but I quite fancy a porn star.” One of the other doctors chipped in.

“Oh, you and me both, Al.” Stephen raised his eyebrows.

“Has someone got arthritis of the balls?” Another one of the doctors teased, finishing what was in his glass.

“No comment,” Stephen turned toward the bar, “A round of porn stars, then?”

“Sounds like you need it.” Al, one of the doctors, sniggered.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stephen rolled his eyes and headed toward the bar.

Once the order was placed, Stephen made his way back over to the table with the tray of drinks in his hand.

“Did you use your magic to do that?” One of the doctors arched a brow, trying not to laugh.

“A sorcerer never tells.” Stephen winked, taking the glasses off the tray and placing them in front of each of them one by one.

“Don’t be a bore!” They chuckled in return, each picking up their glass.

“Tell me the tales of the hospital,” Stephen changed the subject, taking a sip from his glass, “What have I been missing, hm?”

The conversation flowed just as well as the drinks, each of them happy to have Stephen back in their company and eager to ask him questions about what he had been up to since the last time they saw him. After a while, Stephen gladly obliged and told them what he could of the events that had passed since their last meeting. That was until a purple blur distracted him, catching his eye as a tall, slim figure passed their table and walked to the bar. Stephen’s eyes immediately adverted over Al’s shoulder — who was sat with his back to the bar — and his eyes set themselves upon the blonde hair that hung over the back of the skin-tight purple dress. He disguised his heavy exhale of breath by placing the rim of his glass to his lips while his eyes glided over her nothing-to-hide figure. He couldn't deny that this woman sparked somewhat of an interest to him. And his cock.

He tried to avert his eye contact back to the conversation taking place at his table and swallowed hard, attempting to look at them with a convincing smile. By the time he looked back over to the woman in the purple dress, he now found her also gazing in his direction. His lip twitched and he felt his mouth go dry — desperately drinking the final dregs from his glass as they made eye contact. She flashed him a smirk when she could see that he evidently was trying not to make it look tooobvious how much he was devouring her bit by bit with his eyes.

“My round, is it?” One of the doctors asked, gesturing toward the bar.

“No, no, allow me!” Stephen quickly stood up straight, placing his empty glass on the tray.

“You bought the last round!” Another doctor responded.

“And I will continue to do so…” Stephen shrugged, turning his head to look back at them as he walked toward the bar with the tray of empty glasses, “Call it my apology for not being around as much!”

Being several drinks down, the alcohol in his system had given him even more confidence than he had sober. Though, when he reached the bar, he was silent… for all of three seconds.

“What was that look for?” He asked her, placing the tray on the bar.

“What look?” The girl replied, keeping her head facing toward the bar.

“You know what look.” Stephen rolled his eyes.

“If I did, I wouldn't be asking you to clarify.” She shrugged.

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble.” Stephen laughed, turning his head to look at her properly while leaning against the bar.

“Me?” The woman eventually turned to him, arching a brow.

“You,” Stephen nodded, licking his lips, “Stephen Str—” He held out hid hand.

“I know who you are,” The woman looked him up and down, “Doctor Stephen Strange, hm?”

“Y…Yes,” Stephen nodded, “And you are?”

“Just one of the many people who know who you are, Doctor Strange,” She waved his hand away, “And your reputation.”

“My reputation?” Stephen raised his eyebrows, letting out a singular laugh, “And that being…?”

“Certainly not the kind of man who brings his table’s empty tray of glasses to the bar instead of having a pretty little waitress to fetch it for him.” She squinted her eyes.

“All part of the service.” Stephen winked, flashing her that irritating half mouth smirk.

“The mind wonders what other services you offer.” She smirked, picking up her drink.

“Oh?” Stephen arched a brow, parting his lips again to speak but staying silent as she walked away with her glass in hand.

His eyes followed her as she walked to a table on her own and he battled with himself whether he should follow or not. In fear he would be embarrassed in front of his ex colleagues after not seeing them in so long, he shook himself from the thought and ordered the drinks instead.

“Did you get lost?” One of them teased as he set the drinks back down on their table.

“I, uh… yeah.” Stephen rolled his eyes playfully and sat down, taking his drink.

“Do you see much of Christine?” Al asked, leaning back in his chair after taking a sip from his glass.

“Oh, wow, you waste no time…” Stephen’s eyes widened briefly, taking a drink before setting it back down.

“Hit him where it hurts.” Another doctor laughed.

“Well, do you?” Al pressed him for an answer, crossing his arms across his chest.

“No, I don't. No.” Stephen swallowed hard, “It’s hard to hear her name when I haven't seen her in so long…” He mumbled.

“Not since the wedd—” Al attempted to continue to conversation.

“Are you still seeing… Mia, was it?” Stephen swerved the next question.

“Oh, yeah,” Al nodded, “Did you not hear about what we got up to at Christine and Charlie’s wedding?”

“I… no?” Stephen squinted his eyes, shaking his head.

“I thought everyone knew that story.” One of the other doctors chuckled.

As Al began to tell the story of that night, Stephen once again found himself zoning out and his attention instead being upon the mystery female that was sipping her drink at the other end of the bar. He exhaled quietly and bit the inside of his cheek, swirling the liquid he had in his glass around the edges of it and inhaling sharply when they caught each other’s gaze again. She gestured for him to join her again, lifting her glass to her lips innocently. Stephen placed both of his hands on the table and stood up, only being stopped by one of the doctors questioning him.

“Where are you going this time?” They asked, glancing up from the table.

“I, uh…” Stephen cleared his throat, “The barman forgot to give me my change.”

“Oh, yeah?” They rolled their eyes, looking over his shoulder toward the bar, “Which barman, hm? That woman with the skin tight dress on?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Stephen spoke through a sarcastic smile, shoving his shoulder as he moved away from the table.

“Well, at least some things never change.” Al turned around.

“What’s that?” The other doctor asked.

“He still thinks with his cock.” Al shrugged, letting out a chuckle as they watched Stephen approach the woman.

“You’ve got to stop giving me that look.” Stephen smirked, his eyes subtly trailing down her body.

“I am doing no such thing, Mr Strange, you came over here of your own accord.” The woman raised her eyebrows.

“You keep playing dumb, sweetheart,” Stephen shrugged, leaning against the bar, “It’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah?” The woman smirked, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Stephen squinted his eyes.

“If that is so, Stephen, then, why haven't you made the first move?” She bit her lip, now also leaning against the bar, “Or any move at all…”

“B—Because, I…” Stephen swallowed hard, seeing Christine’s face every time he blinked.

“What is it, hm?” She bit her lip, tilting her head as her eyes tried to read his facial expression.

“It’s nothing…” Stephen shook his head, attempting to smile.

“Oh, it’s something, doctor,” She pouted her lips and set her drink down before taking both of his hands, “Tell me. Is it another girl?”

“M…M—M’hm…” Stephen admitted begrudgingly while the woman caressed the back of his hands with her thumbs.

“It is?” She raised her eyebrows, trying to hold back her smirk when he nodded, “You’re easy to read that way, Stephen,” She lifted his hands to her lips, lightly kissing his knuckles, “As clear as the scars on your hands.”

“H…How do you know about the scars on my hands?” He spoke timidly, squinting his eyes, “I—I don't want to talk about her…” He pulled his hands back, letting out a shaky breath.

“No?” She asked, “Well, as far as I can see, she is distracting you far too much. The Stephen Strange most people know would already have me bound to their bed by now.”

“I’m Stephen Strange, not Tony Stark.” Stephen blinked hard.

“That you are,” She bit her lip, “Well, Stephen Strange, if you ever desire to have her taken off your mind…” She leaned forward, brushing her lips against the corner of his jaw before tickling them delicately against his ear and speaking into it, “I’ll try take her off your mind. You just give me the word.”

The kiss she pressed upon his ear was enough to send tingles down his spine — all the way to his cock, even. The woman turned in an attempt to walk away, but was caught by the grasp of Stephen’s hand against her arm. Their eyes barely even met before Stephen’s lips were pressed to hers. He paused for a moment before parting his lips and placing his free hand against her neck, keeping her closer to him as their lips met once more. The woman’s eyes fluttered shut briefly, making a soft noise against his lips while smirking and placing both hands against his chest.

“I don't know what you mean about me being distracted,” He whispered against her lips, his fingertips gently caressing her neck, “You’re all I see right now.”

“How can you see with your eyes closed?” She teased, sliding her hands up his chest before setting them on his shoulders.

“If you really know Stephen Strange as well as you say you do, you’d know better than to give him clever backchat like that.” Stephen lightly nibbled her bottom lip, making her quietly moan as he pulled it out a little between his teeth before letting go.

“Oh, yeah?” She grinned, opening her eyes as they met with his, “And what happens if she keeps pushing his buttons?”

“He will have to show the other person who is boss.” Stephen shrugged.

“And does he usually refer to himself in third person?” She arched a brow.

“Oh, your cleverness is really making me—”

“Hard?” She finished his sentence for him, biting her lip as their eye contact remained.

Stephen pressed his lips together and let out a singular chuckle, squinting his eyes. Even if he hadn't seen Christine for months, he still felt some sort of guilt even spending time with another woman — but something about this woman certainly intrigued him.

“Hey, stud Strange, we’re off to The Prohibition club, are you coming?” Al called over from the table.

“I’m going wherever she’s going.” Stephen shrugged, barely even looking at them before setting his eyes back on the woman.

“Stephen Strange victim number… four hundred and—” Al attempted to joke before Stephen cut him off.

“I’ll say it again,” Stephen spoke as he walked back over to their table, rolling his eyes, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Are you and your new prize coming or not?” Al laughed, standing up.

“Like I said, I'm going wherever she’s going,” Stephen looked over his shoulder at her before back to Al, “I can’t remember the last time I went out to get laid. I think I'm really in here.”

“I wonder which head that decision was made with,” Al laughed, looking over at the woman with a gentle smile, “Why don't you ask her if she wants to come along? She’s more than welcome to.”

“I’ll ask her—”

“If that’ll put your balls— I mean mind at rest.” Al winked, snorting out a laugh.

“Twat.” Stephen rolled his eyes and walked back over to the woman.

“I don't know who got more of a rise out of you there, me or your friends.” She crinkled her nose as he approached her.

“Well, that depends if you mean an emotional or physical rise, darling.” Stephen winked, smirking at her.

“Ah, that’s not quite gentleman talk, is it?” She teased, looking him up and down.

“I can be whatever you want me to be tonight, sweetheart.” Stephen placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him again.

“Oh, I like the sound of that, Mr Strange.” She grinned, sliding her hands flat against his chest and purposefully brushing her thumbs with added pressure over his nipples from over his shirt.

“D—Does that mean you’re coming with us, then?” Stephen asked, hissing through clenched teeth each time he felt her thumbs working against him.

“It would seem that way, wouldn't it?” She licked her lips, letting go of him completely with an innocent smile.

“Come on, we’ll all share a cab.” Stephen gestured toward the door.

“Will we all fit in one cab?” She asked as they headed to the door.

“Not if I can help it…” Stephen mumbled, turning to her with a wink as they walked out of the door.

“Hm.” She bit her lip with a smirk and playfully nudged him with her elbow in response.

“Shall we order a minicab?” Al asked, turning to Stephen.

“I think just ordering two normal cabs will be fine.” Stephen shrugged.

“Oh? I wonder why,” Al rolled his eyes and smiled at the woman, “Al, nice to meet you.”

“And you.” She smiled softly, nodding.

“I’ve ordered us a ride.” One of the other doctors announced, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“I like your idea of us having our own cab,” The woman gazed up at Stephen, licking her lips slowly when she felt him place his hand upon her hip and turning to speak against his shoulder, “I think we’d benefit from some privacy.”

“Oh, fuck,” Stephen blinked hard, feeling his fingers tremble slightly against the material of her dress, “I— I mean… fuck, really?”

“Can’t a girl see what she’s getting herself into before she commits?” She asked, making Stephen roll his shoulders back slightly as she lightly nibbled on his shoulder.

“Are you a fucking vampire?” Stephen laughed out his words, “Trying to suck my blood?”

“Is that all you want me to suck, hm?” She raised her eyebrows, “You don't want me to…” Her voice trailed off, glancing down at his crotch, “Suck her off your mind?”

“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and there won’t be any room left in the car for you to even sit next to me,” Stephen chuckled, “As long as you don't bite there.”

“Oh, not at all, sir,” She shook her head, “I wouldn't dream of injuring the prize.”

“This man is far from a ‘sir’,” Al laughed out his words, playfully shoving Stephen’s shoulder when he overheard that part of the conversation, “Not with the things he’s done.”

“Bold statement coming from the guy who started sleeping with his ward manager before his divorce.” Stephen cleared his throat with a wide, sarcastic smile and shoving Al back in the process.

“Wow…” Al raised his eyebrows, turning to the woman at the side of Stephen, “I almost wish you would kiss him again just to shut him up.”

“Why do you think we want to travel separately from you lot?” She responded, winking at him.

“Oh.” Al blinked hard, unsure of what to respond with and turning his attention to the cabs arriving following one of the other doctor’s calls.

“We’ll see you there,” Stephen smirked, opening one of the back doors to the cab for the woman, “After you, sweetheart.”

“See you there, Strange, I'll probably be a God Father in the making by the time you two arrive,” Al chuckled, “Unless you’ve upped your self control since being with Christine — your famous three minute knee-tremblers!”

“Fuck. Off.” Stephen glared, climbing into the car after the woman and slamming the door behind him to try and drown out Al’s laugh.

Stephen pulled on his seatbelt while exhaling deeply and gazed out of the blacked out window, biting down on his index finger. He bit the inside of his lip and tried to shake Al’s last comment out of his mind, flickers of Christine mixed with guilt he knew he had no right to have now running through his head. After a few moments, he felt the woman’s fingers brushing over his hand that was against the seat between them. He turned his attention back in her direction but his expression remained blank.

“Christine?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, “That was her name, right?”

“It…” Stephen swallowed hard.

“The woman your mind won’t rid you from?” She spoke lowly and played with his fingers as she spoke, delicately running her fingertips over his scars, “The woman who is distracting you from just moving on?”

Stephen’s eyes followed her fingers against his scars through the darkness before glancing up at her again but remaining silent. Their eyes met and Stephen inhaled sharply before cupping her face in his free hand and leaning over as much as his seatbelt would allow in order to desperately smack his lips to hers — not even caring that the force of it had made an obvious, bruising sound.

The woman’s hand found it’s way to Stephen’s collar as the kiss deepened, whimpering against his lips. Stephen placed his hand against her thigh and squeezed it gently, earning a squeal from her. She touched the tip of her tongue to Stephen’s briefly before gasping as he suddenly pulled back, nudging his nose against her neck before pressing his lips to her sensitive skin.

“Tell me your name,” He spoke in between nibbles to her skin, “I want to know your name.”

“Why?” She bit her lip, tilting her head to the side and smirking to herself.

“Because I need to know what I'll be moaning later,” He pressed a sucking kiss to the crook of her neck before speaking against it, “I’m only trying to be polite.”

“Oh, such a gentleman.” She grinned, scraping her fingers through Stephen’s hair as his relentless kisses continued up and down the side of her neck.

“Tell. Me.” Stephen’s teeth grazed over her ear, his hand now cupping one of her breasts from over her dress.

“It’s none of your business.” She let out a jittery breath, grasping onto his hair slightly as her mouth hung open.

“I want to make it my business.” Stephen growled, only pulling back from her neck when he was satisfied with the red mark he had left upon it.

“Too bad.” She grinned and pushed her fingers deeper into his hair to roughly press their lips together.

Stephen’s breath was taken from him by the sudden force of the kiss but he willingly kissed back, massaging the hand that was still against her breast. Encouraged by the soft whimpers leaving her lips, Stephen brushed his thumb over her nipple from over her dress — moaning against her lips when he felt her lightly digging her nails into the side of his neck. She bit down on his bottom lip and dragged her nails against his skin, making Stephen hiss between clenched teeth.

“How badly do you want me to suck her off your mind, Stephen?” She spoke faintly against his lips, smirking briefly before claiming his lips again while she parted hers.

“Oh, fuck…” Stephen whimpered against her lips, his kisses now becoming clumsy.

“That wasn't an answer, Stephen…” She giggled, pulling on his bottom lip and laying her hand flat against his thigh, “How. Badly. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Suck. Her. Off. Your. Mind?” She spoke in breaths between harsh kisses, able to feel the sweat of arousal now gathering at his shirt collar.

“Ugh, so fucking bad,” Stephen grunted against her lips, fidgeting in his seat a little, “I—I can tell the driver to stop right now… a—and you can have my cock in any way you please, sweetheart.”

“Mm, that's too bad, Stephen…” She kissed him purposefully delicately before pulling away, “You took so long to answer that we’re already here.”

“What, no…” Stephen whined weakly, leaning back against the back seat as he tried to catch his breath and narrowing his eyebrows, “C—Can't we… do another lap?”

“I’m afraid not,” She giggled, shaking her head, “Kindly pay the man.”

“I got you right the moment I spoke to you,” Stephen squinted his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, “Fucking trouble.”

“I try.” She licked her lips, getting out of the car after Stephen paid and thanked the driver.

“To what, make my cock ache?” Stephen huffed, following her out of the cab.

“If the shoe fits.” She winked, pursing her lips at him.

“Hm.” Stephen exhaled deeply as the cool night air hit his flushed cheeks.

“It’s about time!” One of the doctors exclaimed as Stephen approached the club.

“Did you ask to be taken the long way round?” Al teased, pushing the club doors open and walking inside.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” Stephen rolled his eyes and followed him to the bar, waiting his turn before ordering himself and the woman a drink.

“How do you know what I want?” She teased, taking the drink from him with a smile.

“Well, I asked them for a drink with my cock in it but they said that since its so hard to get hold of, a cocktail is the next best thing.” Stephen shrugged, clinking glasses together.

“That’s funny,” She squinted her eyes, scanning his body up and down as she licked her lips, “It appears to me that your cock looks very easy to get hold of.”

“Careful, sweetheart.” Stephen tried not to laugh, taking a drink.

“Or what?” She tilted her head, “Are you afraid you’re going to let go in your pants, hm? How embarrassing.”

“You…” Stephen’s lip twitched.

“Me?” She raised her eyebrows, “I’m going to dance.”

“Go ahead, gorgeous,” Stephen took another drink, “I’ll enjoy the view.”

“I don't need your permission, Stephen.” She winked.

“N—No, I didn't mean…” He attempted to correct himself before she disappeared into the crowd of people, leaving Stephen stood by the bar with the others.

“Is that smell coming from the toilets or your fingers?” Al stood at the side of him, giving him a nudge, “Did you get any?”

“Alan, just judging from that question, let me be the one to tell you that however you’re trying to touch a woman, I think you’re doing it wrong,” Stephen tried not to laugh, turning to him, “And to answer your question — no. I think she’s going to be the death of me.”

“What?!” Al scoffed, widening his eyes, “You’re telling me that Doctor Stephen Strange took a ride in the back of a cab and didn't even get a handjob?”

“I’m afraid that's exactly what I'm telling you.” Stephen nodded, taking a drink.

“Then, what's the deal with your mystery woman?” He asked, squinting his eyes.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Stephen exhaled, his eyes glued to her as she danced with everyone else in the crowd, “But I'm going to find out.”

“Oh, yeah?” Al rolled his eyes playfully, “Pussy before pals, as usual.”

Stephen chose to ignore Al’s comment and instead walked toward the woman — who's name he still infuriatingly didn't know. Their gaze immediately caught one another and she approached him further, snaking her arms around his neck while still moving her hips from side to side. Stephen placed his drink carelessly on the nearest surface so he could place his hands on her hips.

“Are you having a good time in here?” Stephen asked, trying not to let how much he was enjoying the brief movements against him show on his face.

“Even better now.” She grinned, sliding her nails up the sides of his neck and causing him to shiver.

She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed their lips together, making a soft noise once they finally touched. Stephen’s hands quickly repositioned to the small of her back to try and push their bodies harder together. They tilted their heads to deepen the kiss and soon their tongues were having a fighting match of their own — neither caring about who could possibly see them on the dimly lit dance floor.

“Are you going to take me home, Stephen?” She whispered against his lips, pushing her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“If that is what you want.” Stephen’s breath hitched from the thought.

“What I really want, Stephen, is to dance.” She licked between his lips teasingly.

“Then, dance, baby.” Stephen gazed down at her, biting his lip as she pulled back.

“Oh, I will.” She grinned and turned around but continued to brush her hips from side to side — in circles, almost — while now leaning back against his chest.

“Mm…” Stephen whimpered under his breath, dipping his head to kiss the side of her neck as she raised her arms and laced them back around his neck behind her.

He lightly nibbled the side of her neck until his lips met the crook of her neck, brushing her hair out of the way completely so he could press a sucking kiss to it. The tenderness against her sensitive skin made her brush back against him with even more pressure — now able to feel the strain that was forming in the front of his pants. She pretended not to notice, only gasping when she felt one of Stephen’s hands slip under the hem of her dress and his fingertips tease against the waistband of her underwear. His lips created a pathway up the side of her neck again before pressing a kiss directly behind her ear. The woman gripped onto his hair as she continued to sway her hips against his growing erection, enjoying the taunting of his finger and thumb against the waistband of her underwear.

“Oh, is that the wizard’s magic wand I can feel?” She giggled, earning an almighty huff from Stephen.

“I am not a wizard, and I do not use a wand,” He pulled the waistband of her underwear away from her skin, grazing his teeth against her shoulder, “If you really know Stephen Strange, then you'd know that.”

“No?” She bit her lip with a grin and held her hips directly against the protruding crotch of his pants, “It certainly feels like a long… hard…. wand to me.”

Stephen lost his breath from her words following her actions and furiously let go of the waistband of her underwear, gritting his teeth when it audibly snapped back against her skin. Clea gasped from the feeling and gripped onto his hair, pulling his head further forward to press a hard kiss to his lips.

“Have a feel and tell me if you still think its a fucking magic wand.” He growled against her lips, kissing her back harshly.

“Maybe I will,” She smirked, sticking her bottom back against him with a little more force, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“You have to be joking.” Stephen groaned, letting out a heavy breath against her lips.

“Don’t go anywhere.” She grinned innocently, leaning up to peck his lips teasingly slow before wriggling out of his grip and walking out of the crowd.

Stephen pressed his lips together and let out a deep sigh, chewing his bottom lip harshly as he tried to think of anything but the uncomfortable tightness of his crotch. His eyes darted around the rest of the people dancing by him, secretly grateful for the dim light not giving too much away of his current situation.

“Stephen Strange…” A female voice spoke as she approached him.

“Yes?” Stephen turned his attention to her.

“Do you remember me?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Uh… Cathy?” Stephen squinted his eyes, hoping he was right.

“Correct,” She giggled, “Well done.”

“I remember a pretty face when I see one.” Stephen shrugged, flashing that infuriatingly charming half smile.

“Oh, yeah?” She arched a brow, “That’s funny, I always wanted to dare myself to try my luck with you.”

“Try your luck with me, huh?” Stephen laughed a little.

“Well, you tried your— or should I say, had your way with just about everyone else at work…” She pursed her lips.

“I’m a changed man.” Stephen shrugged again.

“Bullshit.” Cathy rolled her eyes.

“Well, I was… briefly…” Stephen inhaled sharply.

“Oh, are you referring to your time with Christine Palmer?” Cathy arched a brow.

“You could say that.” Stephen spoke quietly.

“Rumour had it, Stephen…” Cathy whispered, glancing down at his lips before back into his eyes, “That you really loved her.”

Cathy barely even got to the end of the sentence before her face was cupped by Stephen’s hand, crashing their lips together in the only way he knew how to stop a woman from saying what he didn't want to hear. He felt Cathy smirk against his lips and she pressed her hands upon his chest, leaning up to kiss him back and praying she didn't brush her body forward against his. After a few long moments, Stephen broke away, looking down at her as he exhaled heavily.

“Mm, what was that for?” She asked, a smirk playing upon her lips.

“You wanted a taste, you got a taste.” Stephen responded bluntly, almost proudly.

“Ever the gentleman; giving people what they want.” Cathy giggled, looking in the direction of the group of her friends that were calling her over.

“What can I say?” Stephen smiled sarcastically, “I try.”

Cathy crinkled her nose and blew him a kiss before walking back over to her friends, passing Stephen’s first woman of the night as she made her way over.

“You just can't help yourself, can you?” She rolled her eyes, looking Stephen up and down.

“Hm?” Stephen pretended to play dumb, feeling his cock pushing against his material cage again as his eyes couldn’t help but scan over the skin tight purple dress.

“That's not my lipstick.” She raised her eyebrows, wetting the tip of her thumb with her tongue before wiping the lipstick off his face.

“Then, make it your fucking lipstick.” Stephen snapped, his hands immediately finding her hips again.

“Mm, gladly.” She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck again, pressing their lips together.

Stephen grunted when he felt her nudging her stomach repeatedly against the bulge in the front of his pants, trying to keep a grip on her hips with his sweaty fingers. Their tongues met and tangled, sloppy kisses now being pressed upon each other’s lips.

“Fuck, I want to touch you.” Stephen panted against her lips.

The woman immediately spun herself around again and rested back against his chest, not even breaking the kiss for a moment. Stephen moaned against her lips when he felt her take his hand and push his fingers under the hem of her dress again, letting out a breathy giggle as his fingertips trembled over her skin. This time, he wasted no time in pushing his fingertips under the waistband of her underwear and unashamedly into the front of them. His skilled fingers immediately got to work, teasingly touching and massaging their way directly between her legs.

“Ugh, Stephen… R—Right here?” She grinned against his lips, pausing for a moment to let out a pleasure filled squeal against them when she felt his finger applying just the right amount of pressure to where she craved it most, “So f… f—fucking naughty…”

Stephen closed his eyes slightly tighter, afraid that too much of a reaction from her would result in a sticky disaster within his pants. He continued the motions with his fingers, circling them in time with their now severely clumsy kisses. The woman’s nails soothingly scratched back and forth over the hair on his forearm, encouraging for him to continue, while her other arm remained stretched behind her with her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“B—Buy me another drink and have your way with me, Mr Strange…” She breathed lowly against his lips, her hands now sliding back and forth in his hair as her knees grew weak.

“Are you sure you can last with another drink?” Stephen smirked against her lips, “You’re already creating a fucking puddle for me, sweetheart.”

“Just you wait.” She bit down on his bottom lip harshly.

“No drink will taste as good as this.” Stephen whispered, removing his hand from her underwear and turning her around before dipping each finger into his mouth while their intense, heavy eye contact remained.

“Oh, yeah?” She smirked, losing her breath slightly from watching him, “Try not to take anyone out with your magic wand.”

“You watch your fucking mouth.” Stephen narrowed his eyes.

“You watch yours.” She responded, gesturing toward his lips.

Stephen thought nothing of it, turning around and making his way back through the crowd and toward the bar, trying his best to subtly keep one hand over his crotch. It was only when he pressed his lips together that he tasted the blood in his mouth as a result of her biting his lip.

“What would you like?” Stephen asked, sensing her now stood behind him.

“What I would really like is…” She glanced over her shoulder before standing behind him as he placed his own order and reaching in front of him, cupping his crotch in both of her hands and feeling him instantly twitch against her, “…for you to take me to the closest convenient place and fuck her off your mind.”

Stephen’s lips parted, feeling his breath hitch in his throat as she squeezed her hands over his crotch several times.

“I—I can… portal us back to the Sanctum?” He arched a brow, looking over his shoulder at her.

“No, no… No magic tonight,” She shook her head, “I just want you.”

“Yeah?” Stephen swallowed hard, feeling his cock pushing furiously against the material, “Tonight we are the magic.”

“Stephen…” She rolled her eyes, trying not to grin, “How do you ever get laid?” She laughed, brushing her palm up and down over his crotch as he let out a bashful laugh.

“Famously big cock.” He winked, pushing against her hands.

“I want you to take me somewhere nearby enough for us to come back here and toast our long anticipated fuck afterwards with all your friends.” She licked her lips slowly.

“I—I can do that…” He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath, glancing down at her hands now massaging against the front of his pants.

“Mm, hurry…” She stood on her tip toes, whispering into his ear, “I think your cock is going to break through your pants.”

“Here,” Stephen struggled to get a wad of notes out of his wallet, laying them on the bar, “Take the money, keep the drinks.”

“Oh, you’re so easy to have under the thumb.” She giggled, finding the head of his cock through his pants and making him hiss through clenched teeth as she rolled her thumb directly against it.

“Bathroom?” He stuttered, turning around and gazing down at her.

“Surely it’ll be too busy?” She asked, starting to follow him.

“It’s the closest,” He swallowed hard, hovering one of his large hands over his crotch as they pushed their way through the crowds at the bar. Once reaching the bathrooms, it appeared they were a little more overcrowded than he had anticipated as he mumbled under his breath, “And the busiest, apparently.”

“I hate to say I told you so.” She flashed him a cocky smirk and reached for his free hand.

Stephen followed close behind as they made their way toward the exit of the club, ignoring the several questions thrown at him by his friends as they passed by. The fresh air hitting Stephen’s flushed skin was a feeling he seemed to be becoming accustomed to when it came to being in her presence tonight. They made their way through the smokers gathered outside and around the corner of the club, down the alleyway at the side of it.

“I hope the wall isn't too cold.” Stephen smirked, backing her up against it and gazing down at her with a devilish grin.

“I’m sure I'll soon warm up.” She mirrored his smirk, placing her hands against his shoulders and pulling him closer to her desperately.

“I like your optimism.” Stephen chuckled and crashed his lips down onto hers, instantly deepening it.

His hands moved under the hem of her dress until they found her underwear like before — only this time, he tugged mercilessly at the thin material. She moaned against his lips from his pure desperation and placed her own hands against his belt, tugging at it weakly until it became unbuckled. Once Stephen had practically torn her underwear from her, he tossed it carelessly to the floor and tried to refrain from pushing his hips up against her hand as she fumbled around for the zip of his crotch. Her trembling finger and thumb caught the zip and dragged it down in one swift movement, eagerly pushing the crotch of his pants open completely.

“How is it possible for someone to be so fucking big, Stephen?” She breathed out her words, glancing between them as she pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips.

“Carry on speaking like that, sweetheart, and this will be over before its even begun.” Stephen let out a shaky breath, hitching her dress higher up over her hips.

He gripped onto one of her thighs with one hand as she hooked it around his waist, taking his cock in the other and positioning himself the best he could make out through the darkness of the alleyway. She placed her hands on his cheeks and tilted his head back up again, pressing a needy kiss to his lips as he thrust his hips forward.

“F—Fucking hell, Stephen!” She gasped in pleasure, trying to take in the moment as he filled her completely in one, swift movement.

“Ugh, that’s it, baby…” He spoke shakily against her lips, his fingertips trembling against her thigh as he began to move his hips back and forth, “Is this what you wanted?”

“To be fucked down a dingy, dark alleyway by Stephen Strange?” She let out a breathy giggle against his lips, “Oh, its everything.”

“As I said before, sweetheart,” Stephen smirked, “It’s all part of the service.”

She parted her lips to respond but only moans followed as Stephen lifted her up fully so both of her legs could hook around his waist. The movements of his hips became relentless, the woman now clinging onto him as tightly as possible as her arms and legs locked around his body. With the confidence that she could hold onto him with her own strength, Stephen removed his hands from her thighs. He reached his hands up and placed them flat against the wall, pinning her against it and holding her there by his own body. The freedom of his hands allowed more rapid, merciless movements of his hips — his grunts growing louder and louder with each one.

Stephen’s lips pressed even harder to hers, their teeth almost clattering together each time from the clumsy desperation of them. She tugged at his hair a little, causing him to whimper against her. Stephen’s hands pressed harder against the wall, trying to maintain his position as he drove his hips forward in an unforgiving manner — desperately chasing his taunted release. As his hands grew sweaty, he began to lose his grip. Desperate not to lose his rhythm, he began trying to grasp onto the brick wall, almost clawing at it, in order to maintain the rough motions.

“F—Fucking hell, Stephen…” She gasped in pleasure, rocking her hips forward against his, “You’re living up to your rumours…”

“My… My rumours?” Stephen swallowed hard, pulling back from her lips but not stopping his movements.

“Stephen Strange is a good fuck.” She smirked, gazing up into his heavy eyes.

“Oh, baby, I think you could have the power to make me cum on demand with the things you say.” He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Now, wouldn't that be something.” She giggled back, dipping her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck again to bring him back into another kiss.

Stephen moaned loudly against her lips and bucked his hips, his fingertips now turning white as he relentlessly tried to grasp onto the wall with each harsh movement. He could feel his cock pulsing madly as it drove in and out of her with ease — they both could. The woman’s fingers began to tremble in his hair as she felt herself on the verge of giving herself over to the pleasure of the sorcerer.

“A—Ah, fuck, Ste…!” She inhaled sharply, her legs almost turning to jelly around him as her climax tiptoed closer and closer, “Stephen!”

“Give yourself over to it, sweetheart,” Stephen panted out his words, “Because I was past the point of no return a while ago.”

The woman couldn't even verbally respond to Stephen’s comment, only clutching onto his hair as she cried out his name in ecstasy — trying her best to bounce her hips against his thrusts as she felt her orgasm ring out loudly throughout her body. As if there was anything that was going to stop him at this point, the sounds and motions she was making while clumsily trying to ride out her climax was enough to tip him fully over the edge.

“U—Ugh, fu… fuck!” His voice echoed into the darkness of the alleyway and back, several loud moans following.

Each harsh pump of his hips caused violent twitches to his cock, spurting his release carelessly inside her as his fingertips dragged down the brick wall. They kissed shakily with parted lips until Stephen pulled away to hide his face in her neck, the moans continuing to flow out of him like strings of his cum. The woman’s shaky hand now attempted to soothingly run her fingers through his hair as his hips gradually slowed, both of them breathing hard in each other’s ears.

Stephen’s body trembled in pleasure from head to toe even as his cock began to soften, carefully placing her back down on her feet as he tried to catch his breath. The woman’s legs barely even took her petite bodyweight as she leaned back against the wall, her hands now on Stephen’s shoulders as they gazed into one another’s eyes.

“Stephen…” She panted, trying to flatten down the front of his shirt with her shaky fingers.

“Mm, yes?” He wiped the back of his hand against his sweaty forehead, gazing down at her.

“I don't think I'll ever be able to look at alleyways in the same way again.” She smirked, biting her lip.

“No?” Stephen let out a breathy chuckle, enjoying watching her chest move up and down as it continued to heave, “Well, we both got what I believe we wanted, so… now what?”

“Hm,” She squinted her eyes playfully and watched in amusement as his lips parted from the feeling of her starting to tuck his softening cock back into his boxers, zipping his pants up before buckling his belt, “I think we should go back down there and drink our bodyweight in alcohol,” She leaned up and pressed a singular kiss to his lips before speaking against them, “And then I want you to take me home and do that all over again.”

“Oh, fuck.” Stephen half laughed, half groaned — his morning wood evidently becoming even more apparent as he listened to the story of the night before.

“Yeah,” The woman giggled, purposefully brushing back against him and speaking against his wounded fingertips, “We did that, Stephen.”

“Sounds like we had a good night.” He chuckled, sweeping his fingertips subtly back and forth over the skin on her lower stomach as she lay on her side in front of him.

“It seems like we’re going to have a good morning, too…” She smirked, pressing back against his bare crotch with a little more pressure.

“What?” Stephen’s lips found her shoulder, a pathway of his kisses soon being created along it, “You tell me about us fooling around down an alleyway and don’t expect me to get at least a little turned on by it?”

“Mm…” She closed her eyes with a grin, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her skin while his fingertips continued their feather-light motions against her belt line, “You must’ve really had a broken heart to have fucked me the way you did.”

Stephen’s kisses paused upon hearing her words, his lips remaining still but pressed against her shoulder. The woman sensed the shift in him and turned around, leaning up on her elbow as she gazed down at him. Stephen rolled onto his back and let out a shaky breath when the sheets fell from the top half of her body, exposing her chest.

“That’s a nice morning view.” He spoke finally, making his eye line obvious as to where it was spending the majority of it’s time.

“I can tell.” She bit her lip, glancing down at the stubborn tent pitched within the bed sheets above his crotch.

“Where's my morning kiss, huh?” He asked, reaching his arm out, “I let you sleep in my bed and you don't even kiss me good morning?”

“Oh, shut up.” She rolled her eyes, brushing her hand through his tufty bed hair as she remained propped up on her elbow.

“Give me a reason t—” His words were cut off when she leaned down to press their lips together, “…t—to.”

Stephen brought his hand to her hair and bunched it up into a gentle fist as he kissed her back, their eyes closing. He whimpered against her lips when he felt his cock twitch against the bed sheets but let out a shaky breath when he felt the woman’s hand against him, gently massaging the growing bulge from over the bed sheets. Stephen’s fingers sank deeper into her hair as he tried to press their lips harder together, gasping against them when she pulled her hand away and pushed it under the sheets this time instead.

A shiver was sent down Stephen’s spine the moment her hand wrapped around his cock properly, loosely stroking up and down with each kiss. Stephen ran the tip of his tongue against her bottom lip before touching it to hers when her lips parted. She squeezed her fist around him lightly and moaned against his lips quietly when he throbbed in response.

“Stephen, there's still one thing I never did last night…” She whispered against his lips.

“Hm, what?” Stephen spoke uneasily, in a little bit of a daze.

“I haven't sucked her off your mind…” Her voice trailed off as her lips moved from his to his cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, stomach… until she disappeared beneath the bed sheets and could feel the heat of his arousal against her cheek, “…yet.”

“Oh?” Stephen smirked, lifting the sheets a little more for her as he laid his head back against the pillow and mumbling, “Good fucking morning to me.”

“Your cock, Stephen…” She whispered, pressing a singular kiss to the tip of it, “It’s been one fucking night and I cannot even begin to tell you the power it already has over me.”

“All… part of the service, sweetheart.” The smirk on Stephen’s face was the most smug it had ever been.

“You know, I thought we were going to have a bit of a bumpy ride at the beginning, but in my head… we were always clear of anything bad happening this far.” She rested the tip of his cock against her plump lips.

“This far?” Stephen squinted his eyes, trying to focus more on the feeling of her lips against him, “Clear? Strange. W—We’ve only just met, sweetheart…”

“Mm, that’s got a nice ring to it.” She grinned against his length, settling her fist at the bottom of it so she could envelope her lips around the head of his cock completely.

“Wha… fuck.” Stephen grunted, both of his hands instinctively going under the sheets to feel her head as it began to bob back and forth over his entire length.

She made soft noises against him as her head moved back and forth, her cheeks caving in with the movements. Stephen tilted his head back and parted his lips, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he sank into the feeling.

“A—Another thing you never told me, darlin’, was your name…” Stephen breathed out his words, his fingers now tangled in her hair.

“No?” She vibrated her lips against him, “Let me make it clear… Let me make it clear…” She spoke repeatedly until she pulled her head back completely, holding his length delicately in her fist, leaning forward, “Let… me… make… it…” She paused, sticking her tongue out and spelling each letter with the tip of it directly under the head of his cock;

‘C. L. E. A.’

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||Love, A Kind of Magic|| Part One

Summary: Who would've thought you'd meet your other half while on a mission to save the world from the ruler of the Dark Dimension. It certainly gets a little trickier when that someone is the niece of Dormammu. Not to mention a powerful sorceress in her own right. But Stephen Strange and Clea are willing to make it work. Somehow.

Pairing: Dr. Strange x Clea (Kind of OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: General. Romance. None, just some nightmares and a little kissing.

A/N: So I know we’ve been introduced to Clea at the end of MoM, but this is something I wrote AGES ago. Its sort of an OC take on Clea so I hope you guys enjoy it! And I’m taking fic requests now if anyone wants to send them in!

"How many?"

Doctor Stephen Strange glanced up from where he had been reading yet another book. The woman stood there, arms folded, silvery white hair framing her soft features, cascading around her shoulders in natural waves. Her eyes were distant, he noticed, frowning slightly as he spoke.

"Sorry?"

A sigh left her lips, her arms dropped and one of her hands came up to push her hair back before she spoke again.

"How many times did you die?"

A flicker of confusion before realization dawned. He pursed his lips, shifting his attention back to the elegant Sanskrit in front of him.

"I do not wish to speak of this Clea." Was his only response, prompting the woman to emit another sigh. A step forward and she was kneeling beside him where he had been sitting in the armchair for the last half hour. One hand moved to rest atop his knee, the other to press a soft palm against his cheek, willing him to look at her. Which he avoided by keeping his gaze on the book. Though he wasn't really reading. Not anymore.

"No, but it is not good to keep it all inside either." Her voice was slightly pleading as her thumb gently stroked along his jaw, skin grazing against his facial hair every now and then. Her blue eyes, a trait so unlike her heritage, were full of trust and hope. And considering the dimension she hailed from, it was rather ironic.

Still despite his heart and thoughts feeling heavy in his chest, Stephen kept quiet. And it was after ten minutes that Clea finally relented. Sighing in slight disappointment, which had him wincing given how he hated to disappoint her, she rose. His gaze finally found hers as she smiled at him, hand still resting against his jaw.

A sad smile.

Not of pity. For she would never have pity on him no.

No, the smile was because he had come to rely on himself for so long that he found it hard to rely on others.

It had taken her months to gain his trust. And given her roots, Clea did not blame him. But saving his life twice, one of them being from the hands of her uncle did leave an impression on a man.

Still she wished he would trust her just a little more.

With a brief run of her fingers along the silver in his hair Clea left the room.

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Astral projection was a favorite past time. And given she was not human, it didn't have any lasting effect on her physical body. Clea wandered through the hallways of the Sanctum. Most nights she would venture out into the great New York City and simply explore. Often she would come back at dawn. But before returning to her body she would stand atop the roof of the Sanctum and watch the sunrise.

That particular night, something compelled her to return an hour after her venture began. And as her astral-self passed by Stephen's room while floating towards her own, she picked up a restlessness from within. Clea frowned and reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers against the wooden door.

And quickly drew it back with a gasp.

The aura within, obviously Stephen's, was restless and experiencing some form of turmoil. A turmoil that made him feel emotions that would break a normal being mentally.

A ghost of a whisper and she was back in her body with a sharp gasp. Scrambling from her bed, and donning a floor length robe, she made quick, yet haphazard work of tying it at the front before racing towards Stephen's room down the hall.

Throwing the door open she was greeted with a sight that had her eyes widening in horror.

Every object in the room was either trembling as if being shaken by an earthquake, or flying about as phantom hands played with them. Chairs, books, tables, ornaments. Thank goodness nothing too precious or delicate. At least not as far as she could see. Her hair whipped about her face as it caught the wind from the floating objects. But the one sight that caused yet another sharp cry to emit from her lips was the sight of Stephen.

His hands glowed with strands of his magic, fingers trembling as he tried to form some sort of spell. He was still fast asleep. He was muttering incoherent words, she could see his lips moving.

Dodging the objects as best as she could, Clea made her way to his bedside on deft feet.

"Stephen!" She called out the second she reached his side. His brow was furrowed, face etched with fear. "Stephen!" Her plea echoed once more her hands reaching out to still his as she brought them up in front of her to try and calm him down.

"Wake up!" A command, and a spell as she projected her more wakeful thoughts to him.

With a gasp his blue eyes shot open. Clea was taken aback by the fear and horror she saw within. As well as the tears. Behind her she heard the objects clatter to the ground. Felt his magic dissipate from his scarred hands. For the next few minutes she just sat there beside him, holding his hands as he tried to calm his breath. And collect his thoughts. Throughout Clea stayed silent, allowing him as much time as he needed to recover. Her thumb would stroke across one of the scars on the back of his hand every now and then. But other then that she made no movement.

Finally, Stephen bowed his head atop their joined hands, resting his forehead against the soft skin of her hands.

"I lost count." The word was spoke so softly she could barely make out what he said. Leaning down she placed her forehead against the back of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair as she squeezed his hand, a silent indication for him to continue.

"I lost count. And I almost gave in. I almost gave in to Dorumammu." A trembling sigh, which broke her heart to hear.

But he continued. "But then I heard this voice. A voice that called out to me to stay strong. To not give in. It was barely there the first few times, and I thought it was my imagination." She felt him push against her forehead and pulled back, just as he did as well. The fear was gone from his eyes. As were the tears. He simply looked at her with a strength that made her admire him, and another emotion which made her half dark heart beat violently in her chest.

"It was you. You helped me that day." His admittance that he knew it had been her lending him strength made the half-faltine sigh and give a small shrug.

"Well I have issues with my uncle and had a desire to see him bested." His deep chuckle followed her words, and she found herself smiling as well. Grasping her hands in return he slowly brought them up to press his lips against the knuckles of her right hand.

"And you helped me today." A blush stole across her cheeks and she bit her lower lip, blue eyes gazing at anything but him.

"I just woke you up. Many people would not be so happy about being woken up." Stephen smirked that knowing smirk of his that had her debating one whether she should slap him or kiss him.

She settled for neither.

He knew exactly what kind of effect he had on her. And if he was going to be smug about it, well two could play at that game. Besides, maybe it would distract him from whatever night terror he had just experienced.

Drawing herself up, her lips pulling into just as smug of a smirk as his, Clea spoke. "Then again, I may have had other things in mind." Here she leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret, as she whispered.

"After all, most nightly activities are only enjoyable when two are involved." She purred, eyes alight with mischief and playfulness. Her sudden shift in demeanor had Stephen blinking in surprise at her for a brief second.

Before he burst out laughing.

Clea, for her part, huffed in annoyance. "Or perhaps I came to the wrong person." She said, moving to slip her fingers out from between his as she moved to get up. But was pulled back with a yank that had her loosing her balance and falling against Stephen, her face inches from his chest. Her hands pressed against it to keep herself from falling into him completely. She tilted her head up to look at him, and reward him with a sarcastic quip.

But the second their eyes met, the words were forever lost in the ever changing landscape that was her memory.

Neither remembered who moved first. But their lips were touching. Eyes sliding close. Bodies moving much closer then they had been before.

The first few kisses were soft and slow, tentative at best, testing the waters. He cupped her face, while she smiled against his lips, feeling him smile in return. But as their bodies shifted, to Clea lying on top of Stephen, hands resting on his chest, while his played with her hair, the kisses turned heated. His teeth bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp, allowing him the chance to make the kiss deeper, prompting a deep moan from the woman as she lost herself to the sensation of his mouth and his hands.

"You do remember you have to meet with the Avengers tomorrow." Clea finally spoke, her mind in a complete jumble as his mouth moved from her lips to her face. His goatee left a rough sensation that she found she liked as she smiled softly under his ministrations.

"We need to work on your timing and bedroom talk." The man mumbled against her cheek, laying a final kiss against her soft skin before pulling back. Slowly he turned to his side, allowing her to drop down on her side as well. They lay there, breathing softly, cheeks flushed and eyes saying the same thing.

More.

But not tonight. They both knew that. They would not take a step further. Complicating their relationship. A kiss was simple. Easily swept under the rug.

Though they both had a feeling not with the way the kiss felt.

"What're you up to tomorrow?" Stephen spoke after a minute or so, moving his arm to wind around the side of her waist. Clea, for her part, lifted her hand to start running her fingers gently through his hair at the side of his head.

"Teaching a few classes at the Kamar-Taj." She responded. "Wong finally allowed me to take on one of the advanced classes."

He hummed in response, already drifting off. And once his breathing evened out and she could feel his body relax into the bed, Clea allowed herself a soft kiss to his forehead and lips.

"Sleep well Stephen." She whispered the words filled with utter adoration, trust and love. His handsome face was the last vision she saw before she drifted off as well.

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