“Glad to be back~” He purrs, slipping his arms around her waist with a smirk.

“Everything went wonderfully. How has my favorite sorceress been holding up~?” He asks with a smile, his hand sliding down to her hips.

He smiles, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. “You know, I can tell when you’re trying to hold back, Clara, so be honest, tell me what you want.” He whispers into her ear, his lips brushing her skin.

He leans into her kiss, using one hand to sling ring them into his room, spinning them around as they neared his bed and laying down on his back as they kissed.

“I might keep you more than an hour, Clara~” He purrs teasingly, his hands moving to strip off her own clothing, his hands sliding over her bare skin slowly.

“Judging by how much you were holding back, you might get me for considerably longer, depending on how long you think you can last~” He purrs, his fingers slipping between her legs and teasingly stroking her lower lips.

“Where do you get these stories? Honestly, the disrespect, I might just burn and tease you instead~” He purrs, reaching around and giving her a hard smack on the ass.

“After I’d spent all day actively fighting an invasion of Dormammu’s followers.” He replied, pushing her onto the bed, his eyes gazing over her body.

I was maintaining the barrier between our worlds while his minions attacked it.” He replied, sliding his fingers delicately over her body, teasing her.

He smirks into the kiss, his fingers moving to give her clit a firm squeeze. “Don’t mouth off, Clara, or I might have to punish you~”

My boys at @HalfR0mulan’s girls.

Imagining @AFickleCloak hanging onto Strange’s back when she wants attention.

HE KNOWS

“Welcome home, love.” Sorta falling asleep on the couch.

“Avoiding sleep, no. I’d love some, but Dormammu is intent on keeping me awake.” He sighs.

He’s currently studying various spells all at once, books lying all around him.

“Hmmm, many of these spells have separate spells for similar actions, they could be so much more efficient if their effects were combined.”

“Only if you combine them improperly.” He replies, aiming at a target and enveloping it in a small explosion. “Heat and pressure, explosive magic.”

“To fix my hands, naturally, but I might as well learn all I can whilst I have the chance.” He shrugs, sweeping his hands over his books, all of them closing in a wave.