ATOM.

VARAKAAR.

                   she hedged any bet in her own favor ; that she , and dangerous games, went hand in hand ? ought to be painfully obvious by now . she , the enchantress , is still tethered to him ; bound by less than fate, and more than idle fancy … he wasn’t a hobby , or a game , to her .

                 she’s smiling towards it ; towards him , letting go of his hands so her own can lead her arms around his neck, hanging loosely there ; keeping him near , and feeding kisses to his eagerly awaiting lips ( as if her own weren’t as just — ) 

               “     am i ?    ”     

                 she mumbles, loosely , dragging her blunt teeth over his lower lip as she counters him , the cold of the granite counter digging into her thigh - it sparks a surprised sound , and she gives a suggestive giggle , as he knew exactly what it was he was doing .

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                      “i’m thinking of you . as if it weren’t obvious , she spills her thoughts into his ; a gentle tapping of his mind , but purely images , sensations , and sound . it’d be self indulgent, perhaps a small degree, but he’d feel heat flood him , see their bodies intertwined in her mind’s eye, and hear his name fall pleasurably from her lips. 

                      “    is that quite alright with the sorcerer supreme ?     

              the images flooding his mind made his head tilt back, neck stretch as his eyes closed — lips parted, sheer surprise of the.. specific images, causing his reaction. moments after recovering he gave a low hum following a huff of amusement, blue eye shining ever the brighter as he looked back towards amora. once again she used his title to rile him up, and once again did it work like a charm.

this time he took her chin in his hand, eyes searching her own for a moment before giving the tiniest of smirks, eyes sparking with what appeared to be thinly veiled mischief before his next action. 

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he moved forward to kill her of his own accord, lips parting easily this time. he’d let her take control should she choose, though it was almost as a switch was flipped into more.. demanding, version of himself.

“   i suppose i could allow it,   ”   his voice held amusement, showing that he was simply teasing. 

                             “   now, come here ”



VARAKAAR.

                 she’s been given the gift of enchantment ; ensnaring men , capturing them mind , body , and soul . and so — this bewilderment he wears ? the cautiousness to how she’s received ? she feels it , knows it , and entertains the sincerity of his method, and means … stephen was so sweet to her , so kind , gentle , loving , passive – he was a good man , to his core , regardless of his past and where it’d lead him before … she maps a couple of kisses along the sharp , slope of his jaw ; he was beautiful , in his own right , too

                    she hums , taking his hands so that they’d loosely gather near the shirt in question ,  its hem riding up on the back of her knuckles , she’s smiling , cheeky , that he already knew , and she was toying with him would soon be abundantly clear , 

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               “ there are a few options , her asgardian accent lies sleepily , a drawl into my general ensemble … corset… skirt. … boots and cape , or..” another emphatic pause, but she kisses him square on the lips to punctuate it , and hums delightedly once more,  or into nothing at all . it is your home , your choice .” 

              the soft presses of her lips against his jaw gave him a moment of a soft groan, something akin to a purr more than anything. he enjoyed her leading him where she wanted him — case in point, her once again gently ( her hands were so much softer than his — ) taking his hands to the edge of his own shirt. swallowing back a smart comment he’d tilt his head at the change of her tone.. pupils dilated at the suggestion following the pause, his eyes now wandering her face.

he couldn’t help but use magics to run over the two of them, just.. checking, making sure this wasn’t some sort of spell that he was falling for.. should he be afraid that it wasn’t? wordlessly his scarred hand ran along the hem of her his? shirt, allowing himself a moment to simply enjoy the softness of her skin.

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“   you’re playing an awfully dangerous game, my dear amora ”   he allowed his voice to pitch deeper, a smooth octave he only found himself using for.. intimate, situations. with this he now smirked, finding himself a touch more confident as he moved forward — backing her up, so that she may be pressed a touch more against the counter they stood by.   “   tell me what you want, and i’ll think about indulging you.   



VARAKAAR.

        she’s amenable , adaptable , having stayed in stephen’s house was more of a … last minute change of plans . she didn’t mean to invade it , to leave little traces of her living their  , albeit temporarily ; really , she’d missed him to such a degree , that she’d sought him out . upon arriving here , obviously , she’d discovered that he was away , and so she’d set herself on feeling as much at home as she could , in someone else’s .    

        he’d have every reason to be annoyed that she had , and her clear lack of apology for it ; but ever was he a kind enough man to withhold his judgement , and disapproving tone. she leans over the counter , as best she can , and kisses his cheek ; she smells like strawberries . 

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         “        i did …     she tests the confession ; as though he wouldn’t already know the answer ; she wore the evidence like a badge, after all . she rounds the island , to stand by his side , gently tugging down the hem of the shirt like it somehow might grow to be several inches longer. “      i suppose i could always change …     

              when she pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek the sorcerer all but froze in place, hesitating in even the slightest movement as he was — unsure, of what to do, truthfully. the smell of strawberries that surrounded her was a pleasant surprise, his eyes half-closing as he looked down towards her features. 

the closer she came the more notes of vanilla and.. something heavy, the smell of rained on concrete, for some sort of explanation. he’s been told it might have something to do with the lightning magics he has been practicing as of late, though he cared not. eyes intently followed her as his eyes followed her movement — immediately looking away and clearing his throat when she adjusted his shirt lower. 

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the thought of her changing peaked his curiosity — an eyebrow quirking, as he glanced to look towards her face once more.   “   change into what?   ”



VARAKAAR.

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            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 . 

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               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.



VARAKAAR.

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            that earns itself a coy grin ; he’s being abnormally candid , and though she would generally question it  , given the circumstance , she intends fully on letting it be . she takes a bit over top where he had ; the sweetness was surprising , not exactly a connoisseur of treats , this had been one intended just for him. he seemed to enjoy it , and so she’ll call it a win .

“     i  –   ” she could speak of her banishment , of exile – but why sour the tone he’s set ? it was easy , how they both dance around serious matters in favor for simplicity, and so she continues to smile , and sets her elbows onto the counter, leaning towards him , eyes bright ; 

“      i do . yes .   coolly, she reaches for his hand . “    i hope i am not a bother , stopping by like this — it is good to see you doing so well .    ”  

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              he did take notice how apparently the sweet was too much of its namesake — how she simply.. dealt with it, was amusing in some way. he enjoyed how the two of them danced around the harsher topics for the moment — after being away in a sort of war against his ex-uncle-in-law, well.. he wasn’t quite in the mood to get into another fight so quickly. as she leaned towards him, he did not move to lean back as he spoke.

“   you could only be a bother should you want to be one, amora, and as of late it appears you wish to be the opposite ”   his eyes flickered towards her lips for the briefest of moments, starting ever the slightest when she touched his hand. the scars still hurt, but.. instead of recoiling, he simply let his hand lay there — something he had never done before with her, until now.

   well seems to be a relative term i assure you, but.. it’s good to be home, i suppose.   





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                                          two word sentence starters.


Had she not heard him speak the same words before ? And endless loop of deniability — neither of them conceded the point of who was to blame . Who was the spider , and who , the victim caught in a tangled web ? 

She smiled at him , and it was clear ; fangs as white & bright as day but they speak so sweetly, so kind & sincere . She parts her lips slow at first, until it was , ear to ear, something of a smug grin . 

Her fingertips dance at the gap between his hairline , and the top of his shirt , around the back of his neck — surprised that he’d allowed it to get this far . 

They’d played at a similar dance long ago but saw little come of hushed whispers , stolen glances —.  This was tangible , in her hands he stood, in her arms he swayed . She had little to no apprehension and any slowed motion was done on his behalf , as the reputation for the potency of her kiss may precede her , but she was not fool enough to manipulate him through enchantment , he took a finesse she did not care to enact , not now , not while his lips were so close & her mind flourished with images of touch , and intimacy . 

He was careful with her, as rightfully he should be but she was not so much , and when her smile ends and the kiss starts it is warm , slow burning & then her fingers slide up from their roost at his throat and twine in the thick of his hair .  It was smoldering between them , slow , paced as well as it could be , with them both as clothed, & VERTICAL , as they were . She sought to amend both facts but for the time being, is content in letting lips part, tongues slip & hot breaths paint against one-another . It was simple , and she enjoyed it . 

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We shall .



“ kiss me ” :)

MEME: two word starters

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              HE WAS UNSURE — admittedly the two of them have had this.. thing, between them for quite some time, and yet he wanted to sate his curiosity. as she drifted closer the sorcerer did not move back, his head tilting downwards to meet her gaze, his eyebrows furrowed just a touch as he thought. the whispered words between their lips were the tipping point for a man edging on temptation. 

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without a word he leaned forwards, pressing their lips together in a gentle, lingering kiss. closing his eyes the sorcerer sighed, a hand moving to be quietly placed upon her waist — scarred fingers shaking all the while. it was not something he could stop, but he learned to ignore it over the years; bitterly accepting that he’ll have to use magics for the simplest of things. 

and for a time he stood there — pressing his lips to the enchantress’ in a tentative kiss. he was not about to get into something heated so easily, much less so with someone so intent on making his life all the more difficult with little pranks. pulling away the sorcerer studied her features, a small smirk upon his lips as he noticed hers were a touch pink. 

  now, there’s a plot twist, amora.