A/N: Hello my dear readers!

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Here is a oneshot an imagine where the reader is too tensed in her back and asked for the help of her dear doctor strange.

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A smile lightened your features, your eyes memorising the words they met and you chuckled. You were reading " The Hobbit" by Tolkien at the moment with the Dragon Smaug met Bilbo and you noticed the strange similarities with your dear sorcerer. How his sassy remarks aimed true, how he moved with grace and how his burning eyes pierced through your soul. You didn't know how long you read but your muscles stirred painfully when you moved a bit and you groaned. The growing pain in your back increased, your body telling you how a bad habit you had taken, laying against a wall with nothing to soften your muscles and spine. You growled but remained still, determined to finish the book despite the pain but the flicker of the familiar cloak brought you out of your thoughts. Its crimson hems gently stood in front of you, towering you without its master. It was set free while Stephen was probably studying magical spells and his item was free to do whatever it wants. However, you had noticed how the relic often remained not too far, observing you with a motherly bond. You smiled at the invisible man and got up, facing the magical cloak. One of its hems raised up to your right and you sighed.

" Fine, I'm going to see Stephen. Thank you, Cloak."

The cloak followed you the whole way, until you reached your destination, making sure you were not going to sneak off to fulfil the pursuit of your reading. You saw the man you loved dove in thousands of books wide open scattered on the table. He passed a hand through his dark hair, brushing over his white strands and the way his eyebrows furrowed made you smile. Too focussed in his scrolls, you sat in front to him, observing closer his features. You had watched the trilogy " The Hobbit" and your mind was set "on Hobbit and Lord of Thr Ring mode" and you noticed his tightened jaw reminding you of Smaug the Tyrannical, and imagining his sparkling blue eyes turning into amber reptilian orbs, his well-defined cheekbones the birth of a scale but when he bit his lips, it made you think of a predator like a dragon waiting for its prey to come out of its hide. You looked at him turned the pages, his slender fingers as sharp as claws and a smile pursued your lips. Nevertheless, the striking trigger which made your heart flutter and your heart hammering faster in your chest was his voice. How its tone and hoarseness tickled your ears in your sweet lullaby with some wild sounds. The sound you craved for like a burning furnace echoed suddenly, snapping you out of your daydream:

" Y/N?"

You shook your head, the image of Smaug disappearing from your eyes and watched Stephen who was looking at you with curiosity.

" What are you doing here?"

God, his deep tone made goosebumps rolls on your skin and your breath got caught in your throat. He waited patiently for you to answer him, gazing at you lovingly.

" I think I hurt myself sitting hours against the wall and my back is quite painful. So maybe, with your medical experience, could you help me with it? Or do you know a way to ease the pain?"

He tilted his head to the side, pondering for a bit. Then, he got up and walked behind you, you turned your head to see what he was doing but his hands stopped you, keeping you still. His fingers brushed the skin of your neck, warming your already burning skin and you tried to calm yourself.

" He's just observing you, nothing more, Y/N" you thought, closing your eyes. His voice echoed in the room, deep and strong.

" Get up and remove your blouse, please"

You did as he told, leaving you in a white top and waited, awfully feeling a bit exposed to Doctor Strange. His gloved hands touched barely your tissue but it felt as if he was touching your skin and you shivered. The trembling of his hands, went barely unnoticed until Stephen stepped back, frowning.

" I'm sorry, I haven't done anything related to the medical field since the accident. "

You reassured him.

" It's okay, I trust you, " you added, " doctor".

A smirk tugged on his lips but you didn't see it, only felt he was more confident when his hands started to massage your shoulders, taking you by surprise.

" A massage never hurts anyone, so I'm going to release some knots in your back, but I think a hot bath would be the best solution to relax to your tensed back."

You nodded. He gently pushed you towards the table, making you sit on it and started to massage your neck. However, you rapidly noticed that the top was disturbing so you removed it easily, passing it above your head under the dumfound gaze of Stephen.

" Are you sure?"

" Yes, but could you perhaps removed your gloves. Leather on the skin might irritate me."

You turned your head to look at him, watching the spark of hesitation dances in his cerulean eyes and you took his hands in yours.

" You have nothing to be ashamed of, Stephen."

He eyes locked with yours, seeing only respect and something more he couldn't put a name on it... yet. Under your gaze, he removed his gloves, ignoring the scars and kept eye contact with you the whole time. You maintained his gaze, smiling and turned away, ready for your massage. It started by gentle circles around your skin, studying the map of your back and where the knots were, exploring your toned body. Each time you tensed, he knew he had touched a knot and after a few minutes, he attacked the first one, from the low base of your back. You moaned in pleasure and pain, feeling his hands relax your body.

" God, you're good with your hands" you whimpered, not realising right now the other meaning it could be. And it was right when Wong entered the library, a pile of books on his hands. The Asian magician stopped dead in his track when he noticed the two of you, you without a shirt one and Stephen closely behind you.

" What did I walk into? " he muttered, before leaving out quite hurriedly the room under your amused eyes.

" Thank you, Y/N" the soft breath of Stephen tickled your ear, his words making you blush.

You arched your back when his hands touched a very soft spot and moaned loudly. Stephen 's hands suspended in the air, quite surprised by the noise you were making, but he kept on, wanting to hear more. You bit your lip, while his fingers massaged the knot until it wears off leaving you in a panting mess. Then he pushed your hair on your shoulder, attacking your neck and you bit your lip harder. Your neck was a very soft spot of yours and Stephen's hands were doing miracles on you ( oops, just realise when I was writing how it sounds, so don't think of something dirty , dear readers! ) He finished by putting his thumbs on your spine and slowly got down, feeling your whole spine and making you arch more.

" Done," he said, taking a step back, " Now if you don't want to be sore tomorrow, fo take a bath"

You nodded, looking at him, your arms crossed over your chest. You quickly took your top and put it on before grabbing Stephen's hands and holding them. He looked at you confused.

" Y/N, what are you-''

You made circles in his hands, drawing the scars and letting him know that you didn't care about how they were. They may be damaged but they still could help people.

" I'm showing you that your hands are still skilled, they are still capable of helping people. So thank you, Stephen."

You brought his hand to your lips, kissing the scars under his wide opened eyes and then released him. You smiled at him, pecked his cheek while he was still frozen in place and went to leave the room.

" Now, I'm going to take a bath, and... I won't lock if you're interested in being my personal doctor, Strange'"

You winked at him and left, unbeknowst to you that the cloak was pushing Stephen to follow you, urging him to move. 

A/N: So what did you think? Did you like it?