she know his hand to be a sensitive point for him ; and so she’s touched it gently - tenderly , her heart is open and gentle for those who wield magic , such as him , he , her stephen strange . not that she placed any ownership over whatever it was that they shared - instrumental that it had no name , he was free of attachment only recently , and she despised the concept of it entirely .
“ i am glad you are home . ” she agrees , late , but sincerely; she gives his hand a light squeeze, and brings it to those lips of hers that he’d been eyeing only moments before ; she’d kissed him before , and they’d never given credence to it — but that she showed up , unannounced , dressed only in his shirt , where the hem dusts the top of her thighs , and she’s sleepy eyed ; almost as if she’d spent the night ( she had, in his bed ; it’d smell of her , sheets left in disarray. )
“ i missed you . ” she confesses , lightly , after the fact .
when she moved his hand stephen simply blinked, noting how it hurt less than usual, when people tried to move his hand. she was being extremely cautious with his scars, and that.. wasn’t quite something he was used to, as of late. the press of her lips left him staring, eyes enraptured by her every movement — studying.. this, unspoken thing between the two of them.
after his recent divorce he wasn’t sure if he could fall in love again, but who said this had to be love? — who was he kidding, he may be thousands of years old, but.. he’s never learned, his heart ached for the affection of another, even at the slightest motion. quietly he swallowed, eyes once more skimming over her — noticing now that she appeared to be wearing only his shirt. the thought of this made the tips of his ears pink, stephen shaking his head minutely before looking back at her expression.
“ i.. missed you as well, amora. ” the words left him before he could even consider what he just said — but.. it wasn’t a lie, per say. “ so.. i see you made yourself at home, mm? ” he pointedly looked at her— his, shirt.