Doctor Strange One Shots

The Art of Seduction - Part 8 (Final)

The morning rays crept through the curtains, the room struggling to maintain the darkness that it was in merely hours ago. And both sorcerers stirred, finding each other under the blanket, a smile appearing across both their tired faces.

"Good morning."

Stephen spoke, his morning voice husky and low, drawing a tingle down (Y/n)'s spine as she felt him pull her closer, flush against his body.

"Hi." She replied, feeling her cheeks glow as she felt him place a delicate kiss to her temple.

And Stephen wrapped his arms around her, feeling the most tranquil and relaxed he had ever felt, this moment bringing him such happiness that he could run out of her door screaming bliss before returning to her and doing it all over again.

But then an ever looming thought clouded both their minds.

'What now...?'

Were they ready to embark on a relationship of sorts together? 

How would this affect her ability to perform on her upcoming mission? 

Would she even be comfortable going?-

"(Y/l/n)!"

The two sorcerers suddenly shot up, wide eyed, clutching the blanket over their exposed bodies hearing the exclamation from the other side of her door.

"Shit. It's Wong." (Y/n) whispered. And to her surprise, Stephen reclined back down, attempting to pull her down with him and ignore the master standing outside the room, waving a hand to the door and raising one of her brows. "You do realise he will barge in here if I don't respond, right?"

"He does that to you, too?" Stephen tilted his head, his weight leaning on his side as he started to stretch a little.

"(Y/l/nnn)!"

"Yeah?" (Y/n) called back, her hand landing across Stephen's mouth in the hopes he wouldn't reply or say something that would prompt Wong to come in. And this caused him to raise a brow to her actions.

So, he thought he'd have some fun.

"Oh, good, you're awake! Well, I've got great news for you!"

(Y/n) struggled to focus on Wong's words once she started to register Stephen's movements; sliding back down into the bed, gently peeling her hands away from his mouth, allowing his lips to wander her around her waist and stomach as she remained seated upright. And he smirked, feeling her tense up when his lips met certain spots due to its sensitive or ticklish nature.

"What is it?" She responded, her hands starting to find him at her side and gently push him away, a playfully annoyed smile staring down at him as she tried to keep from scolding him.

"We caught them!"

(Y/n) caught Stephen's wrists as they began to explore her inner thighs, flashing him a warning look that he merely smirked at before she turned back towards the door.

"Them?"

"You know... Nightmare's disciples?"

Stephen then sat up, the words through the door catching his attention. And his grip on her legs subconsciously got tighter the more he realised what Wong meant. 

No mission.

The two turned towards each other and shared a look before they heard Wong continue.