Late Night Talking
Just as you step into the huge room and the portal closes, both of your Cloaks leave your shoulders and fly to the window.
A moment of silence fills the room, but you're sure you can hear your heart beating in your chest. With two long strides, Stephen crosses the distance between you two and takes your head in his hands, kissing you again. You hold tightly onto his robes, feeling how your knees turn into jelly. The kiss is passionate, full of tongue, and heavy breaths. You try to undo his waist belt but unsuccessfully. He pulls away, grinning, "having trouble?"
"Shut up" you laugh, brushing your hair from your face frustrated. Finally, you get that belt off of him and smile as if you won the lottery.
"Someone's eager" he purrs into your ear, your body flushed close to his again. His beard is scratching a sensitive spot under your ear.
"Well, can't miss an opportunity like this, can I?" you say, hands already searching for a way to take his robes off.
"It would be the worst crime," he answers, lips already on your neck. His hands secretly look for a way to get you off your robes too.
"Okay, wait, too many clothes." you gasp as he bites your neck.
"Yeah, I agree on that" Stephen pulls away and takes the first layer off himself and you do the same. He touches your waist gently, checking if your bandages are still in place.
"I'm good, don't worry," you answer, guessing his thoughts. He kisses you again, slowly guiding you toward the bed. He sits down first, pulling you in his lap, hands swiftly unbuttoning your underneath shirt, finally freeing you from the uncomfortable clothing. You let out a heavy breath as he peppers your chest with kisses, lips hot, burning your skin.
You slightly move your hips and a grunt escapes his lips. You take off his shirt as well, gripping his shoulders.
"You've been working out?" you ask breathlessly.
"A magician never reveals his secrets," he answers, getting another push to his crotch.
"That ain't gonna work with me, Doctor," you say and repeat your previous action, earning an audible grunt from him again.
"Fuck, you're such a tease." he grips your butt and pushes you into him, the sudden action making you moan at the contact.
Hands touching everywhere, swiftly avoiding your stitched and bandaged stomach, slightly pulling each other's hair, breathing heavily. You feel like you're going to explode. It's been so long since anyone touched you with such passion and love, or just touched you. You feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every touch, every squeeze, every kiss, and every hot breath landing on your bare skin.
You push him on the bed, keeping him in place with one hand on his chest, leaning down as if to kiss, but then turning away the second he lifts his head, chasing your lips.
"Oh, come on!" he grunts annoyed.
"Easy, love or I may leave" you tsk him and move your hands on his toned chest. "Yup, definitely been working out."
"Complimenting me again?" he smirks, hands trying to reach your hips but failing.
"I would not get tired of doing so for an eternity," you say and leave a kiss on his chest. Stephen shivers, goosebumps painting his skin.
He pulls you to himself a bit and in one swift move changes your positions - now he's on top, caressing your skin and adoring you. He hooks his fingers on the hoops of your pants where the belt is supposed to be, slowly pulling your pants down. You rest on your elbows, slightly lifting your butt so that he could get rid of the clothing easier. Finally, your pants end up on the carpet, right beside both of your shoes that you took off before reaching the bed. He returns to you, kissing and biting your lips again. It seems like he just can't get enough of how good they feel when they make contact with his lips. His rough hands rub your thighs, so hypnotic - up and down, up, and down. You can't focus on anything, in particular, his lips taste like martini and you feel like you're getting drunk on this man every second. His hands are now nearing your sweet spot and you can feel his erection, pushed to your other leg, he's slowly moving his hips too, trying to get some friction.
You pull back, desperately needing to breathe. "Fuck you're such a good kisser," you say and he awards you with a million-dollar smile.
"You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he answers and reaches behind your back, trying to free your breasts from your bra. Your nipples are so sensitive and aching for attention that when he takes your bra off and finally brushes his lips against one of them, you arch your back into Stephen.
You take his hand that's been massaging your thigh and slowly pull it a bit up, right where panties are. He understands your wish and puts his hand on your pussy, and starts slowly rubbing circles through your panties. A loud breath escapes your lips - a sigh of relief and a low moan of frustration.
"Fuck, you're so wet." he sighs, rubbing your clit faster, mouth not leaving your breasts. You're already seeing stars and he just started. It's been too long since you had someone.
"Stephen." you breathe out, one hand scratching his shoulder, nails digging in almost painfully. "Stephen, please fuck me."
He looks up at your face, almost in a state of bliss, cheeks flushed, eyes fogged with lust. Without any words, he takes off your panties, leaving your wet pussy open for the cold evening air. You let out another breath as he gets out of his underwear, standing at the end of the bed before you, looking like a fucking sculpture made for worshipping and worshipping only.
You pull back onto the pillows and watch him give himself a few strokes. A moan is stuck somewhere in the middle of his throat. He finally comes to bed, crawling to you, spreading your legs apart and settling on his knees as close to your core as possible. Then, with one hand near your head, he leans on the elbow and pulls you into another breath-taking kiss. His other hand slowly rubs his tip against your folds, and you moan into his mouth from the desired contact. He waits for nothing - he just physically can't wait longer - and finally slides into you, his whole dick disappearing in your wet pussy.
The feeling is indescribable, you feel like you died and were resurrected. Stephen moans into your ear, fully trapping you between his elbows, head buried in the crook of your neck. You're so lost in the moment that only a hitch of your breath is heard, but soon the room fills with a low grunting and suppressed moans - you're not trying to be heard by anyone. He finally moves. Slowly going in and then coming back. But the pace changes quite quickly, he can't torture you both like that - in and out, faster and faster, you lost your trail of thoughts a long time ago, head empty, and you just tightly hold onto the man above you. He lifts his head, wanting to take a better look at your face - he wants to see every move of your facial muscles, wants to hear every moan that leaves your mouth, wants to see how you react to being so close to him. The view, obviously, didn't disappoint. He quickens the pace again, feeling how his leg muscles are almost giving up, unused to actions like these since God knows when.
"Y/n, I'm gonna cum soon." Stephen warns you, and this seems to pull you out of your bliss for a moment - enough for you to say a coherent word - "faster."
His pace becomes impossible to grasp, sitting in a more comfortable position now, his hand gently squeezes your throat, and a moan leaves you again. Soon, you cum, your body going into shock, every cell feels like it was reborn, thoughts lost somewhere between heaven and hell, your insides squeeze his cock so strong that he almost pulls out without cumming into you. You hear his low moan and he finishes on your stomach, thankfully not on the bandage. A moment later, you feel Stephen falling on the bed, breathing heavily as well. It takes another moment for either of you to say anything.
"Wow," you say before you even think of a better expression.
"Wow indeed," he answers, smiling and pulls you into another kiss.
"We gotta go to shower now," you say, feeling sweaty and too hot for your liking.
"We?" he teases, slowly biting your shoulder.
"You don't think I'm gonna let you go alone after this one?"
"Oh, that thought never occurred to me," Stephen answers, hiding his cheeky smile.
A what felt like an eternity later, you return from the shower, wrapped up in his blue bathrobe and even more tired than before. The shower didn't quite end up like a simple shower, he ate you out like a starving man, then pushed you against the cold bathroom tiles and fucked you again. Even thinking about it, makes wetness pool between your legs once more.
"You need a shirt, right?" he asks, coming out of the shower wrapped just in a towel that is lowly hanging on his hips.
"Ah. Yes," you answer, forcing yourself to take your eyes off him.
After rummaging through his wardrobe a bit, he finally throws a black shirt your way. You easily catch it and look at the print. "AC/DC?"
"Yep, had a phase while still in university," he answers, getting himself a pair of shorts.
"Never thought you were a rock type of guy." you tease, taking off his bathrobe and pulling a shirt on. It barely covered your butt, but who cares? Hanging his bathrobe on the nearby chair, you pull on your panties and sit on the edge of the bed.
"Everyone has their weaknesses, right?" he mutters, quickly brushing his hair out in front of the mirror.
"You're coming to bed?" you ask such a simple question, but it secretly hits you both on how domestic it sounded.
"Yeah, yeah," he answers, visibly lost in thought.
You lay down on the pillows, waiting for him to come. He climbs in, laying close to you and pulling the covers on both of you. You make yourself comfortable by putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating. He hugs your shoulders, tracing shapes and circles on his shirt. Everything smells like him, every cell in your body relaxes and sinks into this comfortable but short bliss.
"You have Wong in your universe?" Stephen asks suddenly after a moment of silence.
"No, don't think so. Probably haven't met him yet," you say and then ask your question. "Okay, but isn't it strange that when we fall through the portal, it's always New York? I mean did you get anywhere else in my universe?"
"No, we appeared in New York, then ran into the 'Pizza Poppa' guy, I've put a spell on him for being a dick to America and then we found the Statue. And you." he places a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Wait." you lean on your elbow, now fully looking at him, "you've enchanted Pizza Poppa? He's like one of the most well-known fast food sellers in Greenwich Village neighbourhood." you laugh out loud and can't hide your shocked face.
"Well-known or not-known, no one gives the girl hard time. Plus, he also called Cloak 'a cape'" he rolls his eyes and you dramatically gasp.
"No! He did that?" you gasp.
"Yep," he answers smiling like a fool.
"Rude. I think I'm gonna talk to him when I come back." you pretend to be angry but a glint in your eyes shows mischief.
"I don't think he has stopped punching himself yet."
"No fucking way you used that spell on him" you both fall into laughter and you change your position a bit so that now, you could lay on his arm and see his face.
Another moment of silence passes between you when he says, with a note of sadness in his voice, "You know, I don't think I've met your variant here yet."
"Well, if you do meet me, just hope that I'm not a bitch." you smile.
"Don't think about yourself like that." he pulls your chin up a bit.
"Well, that one version of you was a total dick, so..." you drawl.
"But did you notice that he had a third eye on his forehead? I wonder how'd that happen," he recalls, a disgusted look on his face.
"Well, as much as I remember the lessons I got in Kamar-Taj, the Third Eye is related to the Eye of Agamotto, without the stone of course, so it can reveal more than you see with just naked eye," you say.
"And that is an incredibly difficult spell, so hard to achieve that Ancient One didn't even try to teach me that." Stephen continues.
"Yeah, well in my universe, as far as I know, no one achieved that either. It could be a way to save yourself in deadly situations, to see a way out, but it requires a lot of concentration. Or..."
"Or what?" he asks.
"Or it could be related to the Darkhold. Somehow," you say, raking your brain.
"How? Did your Strange have it? You said that he used Darkhold quite often."
"Yeah, he did use it but never told me about the Third Eye, nor I have ever seen it," you answer, and Strange feels like he lost a possible answer to the question he wanted to clear up.
"What you're gonna tell them?" he suddenly asks.
"Tell who?"
"The people. I mean about the Illuminati crew. They're all probably dead."
"Oh. Them. I actually wonder if Mordo's still alive. If he is, then it's his responsibility to tell them. Probably another lie."
"That was a good punch you landed there." he lets out a laugh.
"Yeah, it all just kind of accumulated throughout the years."
"But wait." he sits up, making you do the same, "if Mordo's dead, then who's gonna be the Sorcerer Supreme? Is there anyone else of higher rank?"
"No. Just me."
"Well, shit, you're probably gonna be a Sorcerer Supreme then," he says, eyes wide.
"Don't get your hopes up, snakes like Mordo find a way to survive." you shake your head and return to his embrace, looking out of the window. The moon timidly peeked inside the room, watching two lovers share their last night together, destined to be together but brutally separated by harsh reality and strict rules of the magic world.
Silent breathing slowly lulls you to dreamless sleep, safe in Stephen's arms. And for the first time in years, you and Strange have the best rest of your lives.