Doctor Strange One Shots

The Art of Seduction - Part 6

"So tell me, Stephen," (Y/n) started, her hands continuously playing about his hair, her fingers twirling little strands around as she felt his hands slowly wander her legs, lingering by her shins, his fingertips drawing shivers across her skin, "What was life like before you became 'Master of the Mystic Arts'?"

Stephen tilted his head towards her, now understanding her aim of their little practice session.

You see, Strange liked to keep his old life as it was; history. He didn't like to dwell on his past mistakes because he always saw new opportunities to learn and improve, especially since his schedule nowadays was just so busy. And he recalled several times multiple masters, including the likes of Wong and (Y/l/n) herself, pestering him for even the smallest piece of his past life as a surgeon. Just something miniscule for them to hang their hats on, and imagine him as he was back then. But Stephen knew one drop would soon turn into an ocean, them always wanting more information despite it being 'their last attempt'. 

So he just never indulged.

And now, he was going to be put to the test just as much as she was. But perhaps, talking to (Y/n) wouldn't be as bad as he'd imagined?

His eyes narrowed, seeing a cheeky little grin appear upon (Y/n)'s face once he understood what she was trying to do.

"I think it's no secret, (Y/l/n), that I went to Columbia." He said through a slight chuckle, pointing out how, indeed, it was a piece of basic information known about him.

"Is it??" She replied, sarcasm just dripping off her voice.

Stephen once again looked up to her, a brow raised at her tone before he shook his head with a small grin, seeing her try so hard just to get something so small out of him. And his mind resumed its focus on her fingers, the way she was playing with his hair. He couldn't help but admit it felt quite relaxing.

"Yeah, well, if I'm going to be honest, I'm quite in love with your hoodie." She spoke through a bashful smile, referring to his light blue 'Columbia University' hoodie, which he wore from time to time around the winter months.

(Y/n)'s giggle pulled his focus away from her hands and back onto her, looking back at her with a bit of a puzzled expression, fully ignoring how normal the whole situation had started to feel now that their conversation was a little more casual.

"Yeah?"

He asked, watching her start to nod shyly, the small smile creeping wider upon her lips before her hands trailed down to his face momentarily, then found their way back to her lap.

"You can have it."

Stephen spoke before he could properly think about what he was saying. But after seeing the way her eyes lit up at his words, he knew he wouldn't have even want to take them back. Seeing her temporarily break character, her hands fidgeting slightly from excitement as she got so giddy about such a small thing? It sent a warmth through Stephen that made his heart flutter away through time and space.

"We can trade!"

And to Stephen's surprise, he watched as she jumped off the desk and started rummaging through her wardrobe in search of one of her own hoodies to give him. Through drawers and cabinets, Stephen's confusion grew, wondering why she was getting so distracted. That was, until, he realised just what she was doing; wandering around her room, still in her underwear, searching high and low. He felt his cheeks flush as he continued to stare, watching her jump up in an attempt to reach the higher shelves or bend over to search a drawer.

Oh... she's good.

And as his thoughts continued, she turned back around, just to be met with his gaze glued to her body. So, she made her way back over, an old oversized hoodie now in her hand. Her gaze was sharp, not once taking her eyes off him as she walked closer, her hips swaying as she sauntered towards him. And when she returned to him, she leaned over, placing the piece of clothing across his chest as if he were trying it on.

"I think this one will look good."

She spoke, her voice returning to the alluring tone it previously was, her hands trailing over his chest just before he caught her wrists, catching her wide-eyed, surprised.

"I thought we were having a little chat?"

Stephen's words were low, his voice just above a whisper, coming across almost as a growl as he started to lean forward, his words aimed for her ear.

"It was a little rude of you to just get up and leave."

His deep syllables drew tingles down her spine, and (Y/n) struggled to maintain her composure, tilting her head back slightly, meeting his eyes as she responded.

"Did you not like what you saw?"

She asked with a slight pout, her hands continuing their venture across his torso until he eventually let go, allowing her to return to her seat on the desk.

"Why such a fascination with my hoodie, if you don't mind me asking?" Strange asked, watching her push her hair out of her face as she shifted back to her comfortable position.

"Well, it's from a different time, isn't it?" She paused, realising her words sounded a little passive, the implications that he was ancient causing her to giggle slightly before she continued, "I mean a different time in your life. I don't really have anything like that."

Stephen's brow raised.

"Did you never go to university?" He asked, shifting himself in the chair and subconsciously turning more towards her, his hands once again landing along her legs, gently running them up and down.

"Nope. Ever since I could remember, I've always been at Kamar-Taj. Training. Fighting. Its always been my life."

Her voice was calm, speaking of fact, with the slightest bit of jealousy radiating off her words. Stephen could tell. And it now made sense to him why she pestered him so much about his life. Especially considering he now understood that it was because he was fortunate enough to have one.

"Can you tell me a bit about what it was like?" She asked, her voice quiet, her eyes alive with curiosity as she lifted her hand to his head, and gently pulled him down onto her lap, her hands resuming their playful actions amongst his hair as they talked.

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A little Stephen lore? (⊙_⊙)？

Until next time <3