Under your spell ?

She moaned, arching her back against his chest, as he continued to torture her with his hand. He had his other arm around her front, holding her to him, trailing kisses down her neck... 'I told you to be quiet..'.. He whispered in her ear, and she bit her lip, to stop the moans from escaping her.

Thea wanted so desperately for him to give her permission, she ached with need, feeling her body tremble as she was on the edge of pleasure... 'Please, I need to..'.. She gasped as he stopped, his hand sliding out from under her dress and she growled at him.

'We don't want our guests to hear you now, do we?..'.. He released and spun her, so she faced him, walking her backwards to the desk, stalking her.

Thea couldn't help the smile that came to her, seeing him in his suit, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and he was hers as she was his... 'Like I give a fuck if they can hear me..'.. She reached out, grabbing the front of his jacket, pulling him closer as she perched on the edge of the desk... 'I've waited long enough for you, I'm not waiting any longer..'

He moved closer, his hands grabbing her waist as he stepped between her legs chuckling at her urgency... 'Well, what my wife wants, she gets..'.. He leaned in, his lips hovering above hers... 'Tell me what you want Mrs Strange..'

'You, and only you Mr Strange..'... She pulled him to her, closing the gap and his lips captured hers, making her whimper as his hands slid down and under her wedding dress...

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Thea woke up, and her chest was heaving, her body feeling the effects of her dream. It was still dark in the room, and she turned her head, seeing Strange asleep next to her, and realised she was still in his room. Being as careful as she could, she climbed out of his bed, heading for the door.

She stole a glance back at him, before opening his door quietly, and slipping from the room. She was careful, moving silently through the halls, heading back to her room. Once inside, she felt her legs go weak, and made it to her bed to sit down.

She had no idea what that was about, she didn't have any feelings for Strange. He was just a colleague, a friend, so why the hell did she dream that, she didn't know. Looking down at her hands, she saw them tremble, and she shook the out. Sexual frustration, that's all it was. It had been a while, and the last time she had sex, was with Rogers. Maybe she did need to bring one of her toys here, clearly she needed to if she was dreaming things like that.

Thea couldn't deny, Strange was charming, if arrogant and egotistical, not to mention he was attractive. Scowling to herself, she got up and splashed water on her face. She didn't think she could go back to sleep after that, her body was reminding her of the dream, and the aching need in her, wasn't going away any time soon.

Huffing out a breath, she got changed and grabbed one of the books on her desk, heading out to sit beneath the trees to read. A distraction would help, and right now, she needed a really big distraction.

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Stephen woke up, as the sunrise peeked through the window of his room. Turning his head, he saw that he was alone, and knew she had gone. Sitting himself up, he ran a hand over his face, trying to clear away the dream that he had of her. Calling her his wife, and how beautiful she had looked in that dress, he shook his head.

Maybe they were spending too much time together. His body ached for her, and he knew he needed to take care of it before joining the others for breakfast this morning. He just couldn't understand why he had dreamt he married her, they were friends.

Thinking about everything, since his accident, they had started becoming close. Maybe there was something there on his side, but he didn't know if she felt anything for him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his body, his racing heart. Holding his hands out in front of him, he noticed they were as steady as they had ever been. There was the slightest tremor, and he wondered if being here was really working.

He got up, and bathed before getting dressed for the day. Glancing in the mirror, he saw the watch behind him on the window sill. Turning, he picked it up, flipping it over to read the inscription. Thinking about Christine now, he knew he didn't have feelings for her. Smiling to himself, he put the watch away in his desk drawer. That part of his life was well and truly over, and he was a new man.

Smiling to himself, he headed out for breakfast, knowing that she would be there with the other students. He couldn't help but chuckle, as the memory of her asleep in his bed came to mind. She looked peaceful, as though she belonged there.

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He noticed she wasn't at breakfast, or in the library. He had checked the gardens, and still couldn't find her, but one of the other students directed him to one of the other courtyards, and he stood in the shade, watching her train with Master Dahlia.

He could see she was putting all her efforts into the training, blocking the attacks with her staff, and attacking when she had the chance. He could heart the grunts and growls of her frustration, seeing her put more force into her attacks... 'Enough..'.. Master Dahlia said, and the two women bowed to one another... 'You are not clearing your mind Thea, you need to let go, let yourself move with the wind..'

'Then just let me go home..'.. Hearing her words, his smile dropped and he stood straight, dropping his arms... 'Look, I just want to pick up a few things, I'll be right back..'.. He saw her sigh, wondering what it was she wanted to go back for.

'You have spoken to the ancient one about this Thea, you know why..'.. Dahlia tilts her head to Thea and walks off, leaving her alone. Stephen watched her growl louder, gripping the staff with both hands, and snapping in across her thigh, before tossing them to the side.

He watches as she turned, seeing him there. There was no smile, no light in her eyes. She just shook her head and stormed off, walking past him without a word. He had no idea what that was about, and he knew that trying to ask her, she would shut him out.

Taking a deep breath, he headed back to the library. Perhaps Wong would tell him, if not him, then he would seek out Mordo.

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