"Strange..."
(Y/n) spoke, her tone slow and sultry as she began to search for just what kind of information to pry out of him. But one look towards her companion and she could tell just how far in anticipation she was holding him, her eyes gazing down towards his grip on his slacks, his knuckles almost white from how hard he'd been gripping.
So, instinctively, she uncrossed her legs and leaned down, her hand gently grazing his knuckles before rearranging them onto her legs.
Stephen felt his heart skip a beat, now finding his touch on her bare skin, her hands starting to slide them further up her thigh as she started to lean back again. The glint in her eyes telling him he was free to touch, free to play. But he had a feeling she'd quite happily put him back in his place if he stepped out of line.
That was different, Stephen thought, seeing her quite comfortable with such control. And in all fairness, even though Stephen himself wasn't quite used to this kind of dynamic, he too was quite enjoying how he was feeling. Not leading the charge, but following her lead, her instructions. He liked this.
But not because he liked this role. Oh no, don't get that wrong. He specifically liked seeing (Y/n) like this. Seeing her so determined to break him, willing to do anything so that he'd fold for her. Heck, she was literally sitting in front of him in her underwear! This was something he never would have expected to see in a thousand years. But here he was, experiencing all of this, and genuinely wanting more.
So, he started to play back.
As his hands continued slowly up her thighs, he started to gently close his grip around her legs, feeling her shudder slightly as she felt the pressure applied. He looked up, seeing her eyes close and her head tilt back slightly, before she regained her composure and sat back up. Stephen felt a smirk now apparent across his lips as she opened her eyes and glanced back down at him, feeling slightly annoyed that she was now a little flustered.
"And what do you think you're doing?"
She asked, her hand now over his, pausing his movements, awaiting his explanation. But Stephen simply leaned in, pulling the chair closer to the table so his head was able to touch her legs without much reach.
"I'm playing my part."
He said simply, and matter-of-fact-ly before resting his head across her lap, slowly wriggling his hand out of her trap.
"And what part is that, exactly?"
She asked once more, feeling his movements and slowly understanding what he was trying to do.
"While you, my dear, are trying to get something out of your target, they're also going to be wanting something out of you."
(Y/n)'s head tilted, a slight confusion overtaking her senses as she processed his words.
"What do you mean by that?"
And Stephen smiled, hearing her tone had returned to normal, and therefore indicating his success in catching her off-guard.
"I mean," He said, tilting his head back up so he was simply resting his chin on her leg, his hands now free and gently rubbing her legs, feeling her skin shiver against his touch, "Your target isn't going to know that you're seeking information. For them, they're going to be thinking that you're wanting them, and therefore, they're going to want you."
Stephen watched the gears click in her mind, patiently anticipating her next question.
"And why should that be any of my concern...?"
"Because..." He continued, turning his head back down, letting his breath join his hands in tickling her skin. His lips brushed her inner thighs slightly, before placing a small kiss to them. "It means that they're going to do anything to stop you from talking."
(Y/n) swallowed the lump in her throat, now fully understanding the challenge of this situation. But she was now also understanding the intensity of intimacy, having never experienced physical touch and affection like this before, hearing a small but eager voice at the back of her mind screaming for more, wanting more.
"Do you understand?"
(Y/n) had registered Stephen's voice, but not fully heard him. Her mind was incredibly clouded, her eyes having now shut once again as she focused on his touch, his fingers gliding across her skin, his kneading against her legs starting to get slightly more aggressive the more he grew impatient, his lips trailing after his hands, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over her skin.
Her head spun, attempting to process everything that had happened that led her to this point. And as she continued to register Stephen's movements against her skin, she felt herself come alive, as if every nerve under his touch was igniting, her skin starting to burn with passion. And she hoped, desperately hoped, that she'd never forget an experience such as this, deep down wishing Stephen felt the same.
She was lost, starting to become consumed by her thoughts, her state starting to become lust-filled. So much so, she almost didn't hear him ask again.
"(Y/l/n)," Stephen had stood at this point, his hands firmly placed on her thighs as he leaned in, speaking to her from the crook of her neck, now exposed as her head was leaned back fully, his words just milimetres away from her skin, "Do you understand?"
His hands worked, further up to her waist, gently grabbing at her skin as he watched her, quite satisfyingly, enjoying his actions. And he smiled, finding her quite cute as she sat there, consumed by pleasure.
But then he watched her eyes slowly flutter open, and a devious little grin caught him off guard.
"Oh, I understand."
Her words once again felt sultry, and tempting, her hands landing on his chest gently before Stephen felt himself be pushed back, his legs hitting the chair and causing him to be, once again, seated.
And he smiled, quite proud that she was able to recover so well after the state he had just seen her in.
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
(Y/n) found her hands now wandering his hair, finding a fist full of his raven locks and gently pulling it, and him, towards her.
"This is going to be fun."
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FanfictionThe Sanctum Sanctorum, Kamar-Taj, perhaps Avenger's Tower? Heck, even Metro-General Hospital. These places hold stories untold of our master of the mystic arts, from surgeon to sorcerer supreme. - A collection of short stories and one-shots that re...