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We were months into this research. And honestly getting quite far, with our relationship and the sending me home thing. But we never looked forward to the hours we would spend to find a way to send me back, we both sort of dreaded it in worry that we found out.
I had made a habit of sneaking into strange's room to watch him sleep, but this morning was different, he was keeping me up with his whines and I couldn't take it anymore so here I am, outside his door ready to bash it down and jostle him awake so he knows how it feels.
"Strange..." I whisper sweetly into his ear, only for him to shiver and move around more in discomfort. What the fucks he dreaming about? "strange." ... "Strange~" He groans. Still asleep. "Right then fuck you."
I crawl over him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently, also giving him a little hit on his cheeks. "AH- WHAT?!" "strange~ care to tell me what you were so pleasantly moaning about in your slumber?" I purr jokingly, but turning serious as his face becomes redder than my dads (the devils) skin. "We're both grownups Stephen, who was it? Was it that sexy nurse lady I saw in your memory?" I smirk wiggling my eyebrows watching him frown rubbing his eyes. "No actually, someone else- w- anyway why are you in here and on top of me?" His voice cracks a bit at the last part. "Well sir, ATLEAST I'm not SITTING on your petty hard on for Christine palmer." I roll my eyes playfully watching him groan again in annoyance. "I wasn't dreaming about her! wait, was I- making noises...?" He questioned himself more than me to be honest. "Yes, loud as fuck couldn't even sleep man. Come on you kept me up all night at least tell me stephy?" He stared in disbelief, the familiar blush taking over his face entirely as he just looked into my eyes. "Fuck Stephen, go relieve yourself to Christine palmer- hey, I bet you wished she PALMER-d you huh?" Wiggling my eyebrows as he breaks out laughing into his hands. I took the time to gaze on his hair and shoulders, shirtless and messy is what he looked like and boy, Christine is fucking lucky. "Get off of me y/n, I need a shower." He laughed pushing me off of him on the other side of the bed. I huff, starting to feel sleepy as I listen to the water running slightly muffled, and drift off with small snores.
"Get up. Research time." I groan and roll onto my back. "Cant I just stay here with you? I cant be bothered trying to go home! We're friends right..? And I'm a dark magic User! I Wont turn on you though, honest! I can be a great addition!" I beg batting my eyelashes up at him. "How cute, but! No. And we're not friends I'm sending you home." "Cunt! Don't act like that! Friends don't straddle eachother like we do, we're besties I'd say.." I bite my lip jokingly, only to see him tense up and stare down at me as I sat upright in front of him. We stay staring at each other for a moment. Not awkwardly just, searching for something. "Come on strange..we're friends at least, right..?" I fake a cute sadness, holding his hands gently and kissing both of them, feeling them clench slightly against my hands. Taking in a shaky breath his hands hold onto mine. "Yeah..we're, friends.." "You sound disappointed strange, and by how loud your dirty mind is right now I think I know why." "Hey! Don't be hearing my dirty mind!" "It's ok strange everyone wants to shag me sometimes, it's no Biggy." I wink before standing.
