You opened your bedroom door, shaking your head. He knew. It was even more awkward than it already was. And this new found knowledge would only fuel his ego further. Your throat tightened as you tried to stop angry tears from rolling down your cheeks. A red circle appeared in front of you just as you stepped into your room.
You were back in the kitchen, standing in front of Strange. He had used his magic to bring you back to him.
“Hey, don’t cry.” Strange’s hands shook slightly before he held your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks.
“You’re an asshole.” You glared up at him.
“I know, I know.” He smirked. “But I’m an asshole who’s in love with you."
You reached up and wrapped your arms around Strange’s neck. "Is that supposed to make things fine and dandy again? Because I’m not falling for that display. You haven’t even said sorry."
"Hmmm…” Strange’s lips touched your neck - nipping and teasing your skin. “I’ll make it up to you now.” The Doctor looked down at you, pressing his lips against yours. The sensation was sweet - electricity flickering across your lips. He tasted of coffee and mint on your lips, his tongue grazing your lower lip.
You ran your fingers lightly over his scars, tracing each ragged shape on his skin. You pulled away from his lips, your hands on his shoulders. “I’m not going to say I didn’t want that to happen but that’s still not an apology, Strange."
His shoulder muscles rippled under your hands as he leant closer to you. "Stephen, my name is Stephen, Y/N.” The Doctor laughed, his hands moving from your face to settle by his side. His cape flickered, wrapping around your waist and pulling you against Strange, your hips flush with his.
You glared at Strange. “Seriously?"
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.