The Doctor’s breath mingled with your own. "That was all the cape, nothing to do with me. It does what ever the hell it wants to be honest."
"Hmmm…” You took a deep breath trying desperately not get lost in the Doctor’s eyes.
“Besides…” The Doctor’s hands found your hips, lifting you and placing you on the breakfast bar. “I am very sorry for being an asshole.” Strange’s lips wove a path up your neck before he stopped, watching you. “Am I forgiven?"
You wrapped your legs tighter around the doctor’s waist. You pressed your lips closer to Strange’s ear, your hands running down his chest. "I don’t know… Stephen.” You drew out each vowel of his name, sighing, no, almost moaning his name for a reaction.
Strange shivered in your grasp, his heart pounding underneath your fingertips. “God, when you say my name…” The Doctor’s lips captured yours as he pulled you closer to him.
You could feel him pressed against your crotch, half hard. You smirked against his lips, liking the power you had over him with just one word: his name. Your hips lifted off the table, the cape helping to lift you as you ground against the Doctor. Your hands were in his hair, pulling it lightly as you slipped your tongue past his lips. The Doctor’s left hand wandered across your right thigh, spreading your legs. You pulled on his hair tighter as he pushed up your skirt for access. His hand knocked against your skin as it shook but from his movements you knew he was far from nervous about his intentions.
“Dammit…” Strange pulled away from your lips, his breathing fast. His hand slipped from outside your knickers, to beside your thigh.
You frowned at him, touching your now swollen lips. Why had he stopped?