𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

a/n
[ there is a smut scene here,
and there (probably) will be more,
skip it at the warnings if you choose but
for smut in other chapters, i won't add
warnings so leave if you're uncomfortable with
the whole concept. also, this chapter is long ]

WARNING: explicit sex
scene,  frequent cursing

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NINE
'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦
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"HEY," STEPHEN LOOKED over at Wanda, who was standing by the window, looking over the city while drinking a cup full of something hot...which he assumed to be coffee, per usual.

Her hair was let down lazily, she had on one of his shirts again, a long one this time worn with baggy jeans. He was also wearing lazy clothes that day, his regular t-shirt, cardigan, trousers get up.

"Good morning," Wanda smiled, placing her cup down so she could hug his neck with her arms, "Yesterday was crazy...it's lucky you saved me."

"It was," Stephen slid his hands down to her hips, drawing circles at her injury, caressing it gently, "You could have been badly injured."

Her heart felt fuzzy as he said that, he was constantly telling her he cared for her, "How did you know to come and help me?"

"I was stopping the other train," Stephen explained, "I knew that you were going to save them in the run-away carriage but I also anticipated they would impact."

"Right," Wanda sniffed, "I almost killed them."

"However, you helped to save them too. You did excellently."

"Thank you, so did you," Wanda leaned her head in, making her nose touch his, "I like this."

The tickle of his beard on her hands, the feeling of his warm cotton-shirt on hers, even the slightly itchy scratch she got from hugging his long woolly jumper.

He also shared the same feelings, he felt safe with the warmth of her hugging him.

He even liked the lingering smell of coffee that stayed on his lips when she kissed him for the second time.

"I like this too," Stephen smiled, holding her head close to his chest as they stood, embracing each other.

"I don't know what happened to Rumlow," Wanda disturbed the silence, "I threw him out of the train but..."

"It's alright," Stephen assured her, "With Rumlow?"

"Yes," Wanda clarified, "Brock Rumlow."

"I know, but how do you know that?" Stephen asked, pushing her hips away slightly so he could face her, "I didn't tell you."

"We may have had a past," Wanda looked to the floor before staring up at his face again, "But it's nothing I cared about."

"Really?" She noticed the lines of jealousy drawn on his face.

"Yes, really," Wanda leaned in once again, "You're the only person I want right now."

Stephen refrained from kissing her once again, "You want me, Maximoff?"

"At the moment, more than anything," Wanda admitted, her mind was already rushing with explicit images imagining them in bed together - that way.

"Well," Stephen lowered his voice, "I've never been one to deny a woman her needs."

"Of course, this is only part of my treatment," Wanda said, putting on a tone of faux sternness, "What kind of patient would I be if I didn't listen to my doctor?"

Stephen laughed, his one dimple poked in his face as he showed off his brilliant smile, "Exactly..."

A cough came from the doorway, as Wong stood there, a look of annoyance on his face, "Strange, you promised we were going for ice cream."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I got...distracted," Stephen said, scratching the bottom of his chin.

"Well," Wong looked from Wanda to Stephen, "Don't get too distracted, I'm in the mood for a Raspberry Thorbet."

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WONG, STEPHEN STRANGE and Wanda Maximoff sat on high chairs around the tabletop, in a Ben and Jerry's shop.

Wanda was worried as always that someone would recognise her, Strange reassured her the hat and glasses look worked but she was still on edge.

"Are you sure?" Wanda asked, still leaving her ice cream untouched, "I feel like people are looking at me."

"It's nothing," Stephen said, "They are probably just looking because you're gorgeous." 

Wanda smiled, lowering her head bashfully, even though her cheeks were red with flattery, she hated letting herself get like this around him.

It sometimes reminded her that she was young, maybe even too young for him- that she had vulnerability around him.

And, that was something she had to accept because it was true. Stephen found her adorable when she blushed, he didn't notice that he hadn't yet fought the urge to treat her like a child.

"You should eat your ice cream," Stephen instructed, "It's gonna melt."

"Yeah," Wanda brought her spoon to her mouth, filled with a lump of cream, tasting some of it, "It's a little chalky."

"You got Stark Raving Hazelnuts, right?" Wong asked her.

"Yes," Wanda took another spool full.

"Ew...That's one of the worst ones, we like Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge the most," Wong said, scooping up more of his flavour - dedicated to Thor.

"Oh, I'm not the biggest fan of chocolate. It was either this or a Hawkeye Pecan Pie."

"You know, it's funny you mention the Avengers," Stephen took a breath, "We still need to have a discussion about what you're going to do when you've completed your training."

"You've brought it up before," Wanda looked down to her food, "A couple of times, maybe..."

Wong gave him a look, it was a look of danger - warning him to stop, which he didn't catch.

"After you've done with your training I hope that you would leave and join the-"

What was he talking about? Join the same people who were trying to kill her right now? Forcing her own brother against her? Did he think he could just push her anywhere he wanted?

Wanda's brain suddenly flooded with the previous fears of being controlled by him, causing her to snap, "I'll leave I'm ready!"

"Okay," Stephen replied, apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't think I did anything."

"Well...you did," Wanda scowled.

"Are you sure?" Stephen tried to ask before Wanda arose from the table.

"I'll be in the restroom," She said, walking off.

Wong turned to him, "What was that, Strange?"

"I don't know," Stephen sighed, genuinely confused and offended, "I didn't realise she cared so much."

"She does, how many times is it going to take you to realise that? You've basically just highlighted the fact that you want her gone!"

"Shit..." Stephen palmed his face in his hand.

"How do you think that makes her feel?"

"I feel like a total dick. I should go get her."

"In the ladies room?" Wong grabbed his arm, "Just take your ice cream for the go and get the tab. We'll meet you at the Sanctum, she probably just needs some space."

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The door to the lobby of the eccentric Sanctum Sanctorum swung open with a gust of wind and rain.

A tired Wanda Maximoff and a slightly distraught Wong walked in together, water-soaked the floor as they stepped in with shopping bags. Probably filled with clothes for Wanda and other book-related things for Wong.

"You guys okay?" Stephen asked, partly trying to fix his previous words, "You're soaking..."

"It's pouring like hell out there," Wong said.

"We can sit by the chairs, I can magic us up some tea?" Stephen offered.

"I drink coffee, remember?" Wanda told him, she still sounded pissed as she walked by him, "And I smell like rainwater, I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Wanda!" Stephen called after her.

"Stephen..." She replied patronisingly as she continued walking.

Wanda had been trying to push down the thoughts of Stephen she had been having all day, since the morning. Since he had promised to satisfy her needs.

Not only because of that, but he had also pissed her off earlier today when he'd gone all control-man on her. To be honest, it wasn't a big deal but she had let it get to her head too quickly and she was secretly regretting getting mad at him deeply...

Wanda was overflowing with desire, it had taken some time but the sexual tension between them had grown dramatically and was on the edge of erupting.

It needed to erupt. She couldn't wait any longer, he had promised to fulfil her needs and to do it today so she wanted it done.

She made sure to shower for a long time, she knew that he would be waiting for her to come out and she wouldn't let him.

Stephen was waiting, he waited a long-lasting hour for her to walk out the bathroom, he pretended to be busy- to occupy himself with the most mundane of things, like dusting.

He'd messed everything up between them. He'd waited for too long to activate something that she had lost interest.

He was exhausted, his head was pounding with thoughts and he was sweating so much that it was unsanitary. He needed a shower now too.

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"Did you finish all the hot water?" Stephen asked, in a huff, as he pushed open the door to Wanda's room.

Wanda slowly looked up at him from her book, which she threw aside as soon as he spoke. It was like he had been listening to her thoughts, she wanted him and there he was.

Stephen was a bit surprised when he walked in, Wanda had only finished her shower moments ago, he knew this because her hair fell down as strands, and she was still wrapped in a towel.

Her skin was also shining with water from her shower, and he thought she looked alluring with a natural face.

Wanda was also stunned, Stephen Strange had walked in topless, his chest was panting with air and shining with the light on his torso.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was holding one in his hands too, which somehow increased the appeal.

His skin was still glistening with water from his failed attempt at a shower, the water had been freezing cold.

"You know we can't afford it," Stephen said roughly.

"I'm sorry..." Wanda stood up, she moved towards him, "I don't want to fight."

She pulled his towel off his shoulder, he watched her as she did it, her normally bright green eyes were dark with lust.

"Are you going to leave?" Stephen asked.

"I dunno..." It was slow and seductive, her face was lit with mischief as she brought her hands to his neck, pulling his face into hers.

He drew back slightly, "Are you serious right now?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"It's not gonna...ruin you or anything, right?" Stephen looked down at her chest, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No. Are you?" Wanda had a well-known smirk on her face.

"Do I seem like a virgin to you, Maximoff?" He chuckled, the laughter lines on his face spread to the edge of his cheeks.

They both knew the answer.

"Well, I know what I want," She pulled him for another kiss.

"What's that?"

"First of all, I get to be in charge..." Wanda glanced over to the bed, "And second of all, let's stop with the talking..."

"Um..." All words were caught in Stephen's throat.

"Is that okay with you, Doctor?"

He nodded and she gripped the back of his head, her nails tugging the small tufts as she pulls him in and kisses him, "I want your fingers inside of me, I want you..."

"Wanda..." He groaned against her lips as she struggled to pull him in closer.

They kept their lips attached, engaged in a rough and consuming affair as they roamed hands around each other's bodies.

Wanda gripped his ass tightly, clutching him to her and trying to close any space for air, wanting full skin-to-skin contact, "Wanda."

Stephen stirred again, "Wanda..."

It took a while before she could register it as an
inquiry rather than a lamentation for her, "What is it?" It came out harsher than she expected and he could tell she was frustrated.

"I..." He looked down to his feet, "I can't use my hands on you."

"I thought..." Wanda stared at his hands, he brought them up from his sides, showing that they were visibly shaking.

He cowered his head in shame, his cheeks were pink and his Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat as tears pricked his eyes, "No. I haven't done anything since the accident and...I don't know if I can."

"Look at me," Wanda felt her heart shatter as she lifted his head. Wanda took ahold of his hands and kissed them gently, "I don't care...just do whatever makes you comfortable. As long as your doing it with me."

"Will do," Stephen laughed as he wiped his eyes, "Damn it..."

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked, "We don't have to do this, I don't want to rush you."

"No, no," Stephen held onto her waist, gently cupping it, not wanting to overstep.

He was used to being dominant but he wanted to give her whatever she wanted and for her to get anything she wanted from him.

She looked up at his eyes, equally as excited as hers, it turned her on how ready he was.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed," She ordered, untying the clothing around her body before lying down first, waiting for Stephen, "Don't waste time."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Stephen lowered his head and started layering sloppy kisses on her torso, finally giving her what she needed.

There was a halt in her breath as he latched his mouth onto her breasts, sucking at her nipples.

"Yes," Her body was throbbing with pleasure at his mouth finally on her skin, she grasped his head as he trailed his tongue down her bare stomach.

"Don't you dare tease, Strange," She scowled.

He smiled against her waist, glad he had gotten her riled up before he placed his mouth on her. Her legs opened wide and wrapped around the back of his neck.

He pressed down harshly on her clit and she whimpered, "Fuck..."

He had barely touched her. Stephen kept on going, dipping his tongue inside her, sliding it against her. Again...and again. Once more and she let out a loud moan, "Stephen!"

She was a moaning mess soon enough, she was going wild at the euphoric exertions his mouth was performing on her.

Her hands clutched at the sheets beneath them as she felt her release, there was another flick of his tongue and she pressed a finger to her clit, "Shit, Stephen...I'm gonna cum!"

Stephen looked up at her face, it was slick with sweat and her already wet hair had stuck to it. Her mouth was wide open as she let out a slew of rapid words in Sokovian, most of which he guessed was swearing.

Her legs bucked against his mouth as she came, reaching the end of her orgasm.

"I could see you like that forever," Stephen said, knowing he would - his photographic memory didn't need to be active to have it imprinted in his mind always.

"That was amazing," Wanda beamed at him, pulling him in for a hasty kiss, it was needy and lacked all sense of tactfulness.

"I told you," Stephen whispered into her ears, "I won't deny you of your needs."

"Great, let's get on with it then," She raised a hand and with a flick of her fingers, she entrapped him in red, using it to flip them over, so she was on top.

She felt a smile appear on her cheeks as she looked down at his growing erection, "No more waiting."

She used another hint of red, digging into the small white shopping bag in the corner of her room. Inside was a box of condoms, which she got a packet from.

"You went shopping with Wong and got that?" He asked, surprised she would do such a thing.

She nodded, "I pretended to need more bandages for my hip."

"Oh, that's..." Stephen's words were almost lost as she touched him, sliding the condom on, "Sneaky."

"Be quiet," Wanda pushed him down onto his back with a kiss, "I've been wanting to fuck you all day."

"I've been wanting to fuck you all week," He groaned as she sunk into him, he threw his head back onto the pillow at the instantaneous pressure of her walls around him, "God."

She shifted her hips, digging herself further inside him, she glanced down at him - his eyes were closed, satisfactory sex written on every inch of his face as she continued to buck her hips into his length slowly.

"Wanda," Stephen moaned, his fingers gripped against the soft flesh of her thighs, lightly digging to her skin.

"Careful..." She called out his name as she felt the light touch of his fingers against her clit, he didn't have enough proficiency in his hands to go too fast but it still left her wanting more as he circled it slowly.

"Yes, yes! Shit..." She grinds down on him faster as she became more desperate for release, almost yelling as she dragged her nails across his chest, roughly.

"Fuck...Maximoff!" He wailed with a mix of pain and pleasure, his eyes went to the back of his head and he closed them, seeing stars, "Shit..."

Stephen's shoulders tensed and she felt him shake underneath her, his mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut as she felt him come, "Wanda..."

That was all it took for her reach her peak, she felt a slow heat build-up inside her stomach, her back arched as she moaned loudly, louder and louder as her orgasm took over her body - she came onto him as her body was finally alleviated, "Stephen!"

Wanda felt on top of him, limply, he pulled her into a gentle hug and she submitted to it, even though they were both sweaty.

She glanced up into his eyes, a blush crept up into her cheeks as he looked back at her and she felt his lips kiss the top of her forehead.