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New York City: Sanctum Sanctorum
Doctor Stephen Strange felt that something was amiss on the Astral Plane. His mind had felt clouded all day, his thoughts constantly interrupted. He sat cross-legged in the middle of his study, hovering an inch off the ground. Various spellbooks on Eldritch Magic and his own hand-written notes were laid out in front of him in a large semicircle. He was reading some annotations he'd recorded about the diverse powers held by the gold amulet he now wore around his neck, the Eye of Agamotto.
His head felt hazy though, erotic daydreams plaguing him and constantly interrupting his speculations about the Eye. Grumbling in frustration, he slammed shut the book in his hands and flung it away. Deciding that he could get no more research done today in his current state, Stephen stood and donned his sling ring. With a wave of his hand, a fiery portal opened up in front of him, and he walked through it.
New York City: Metro-General Hospital
Christine Palmer walked into the dark on-call room, not bothering to turn on the lights. She wearily dropped her phone onto one of the beds before sitting down next to it. It had been a hectic overnight shift. A few hours ago, EMTs had wheeled in a man with a gunshot wound to his spine. The emergency surgery had gone well, but the patient was still in critical condition in the ICU. After that, a woman had been admitted with her femur crushed in a car accident, and they had operated on her for over two hours to save her leg.
Luckily, things had finally slowed down a bit, and she took this welcome opportunity to take a breather. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face as she scrolled through some pictures her friends had just posted from out at the bars. It was just Christine's luck that her friend's birthday had fallen on one of the weekends where she had to work.
She had just put her phone down when a bright circle of light suddenly appeared in the corner of the room.
"Ahhh!" she yelped and jumped up off the bed.
Doctor Strange emerged from the portal, and it abruptly closed behind him, once again plunging the room into darkness.
"Stop doing that!" Christine glowered at him. "Stephen, we've talked about this. You can't just...warp in like that."
"Teleport, actually."
"What?"
"Well, technically ships in Star Trek warp," he explained. "I teleport between locations, and sometimes throughout the Multiverse."
Christine closed her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, whatever. We talked about you not doing it, remember? It doesn't matter what you want to call it. Is everything okay? You're not hurt again, are you?"
"No, nothing like that."
"And no evil sorcerers trying to kill you?"
"Um...no. At least not yet."
"So why are you here at the hospital in the middle of the night?"
Stephen opened his mouth and shut it again, thinking for a moment but unable to find any clever response. "Well...um...I've been doing a lot of research lately, and I've been feeling a bit stressed out. I thought I'd come see you."
Christine scoffed, catching his meaning. "Really? You teleported over just to drop by for a quickie?"
He spread his hands and shrugged. "I have been studying the intricacies of the mystic arts, you know. Some of the knowledge I've learned is quite applicable to uh...bodily pleasures."
"Okay," she shrugged after thinking about it for a bit. These back-to-back overnight shifts had been demanding, and she felt somewhat high-strung after this last surgery. With another six hours to go on her shift, she could afford to blow off a bit of steam herself.
"Really?" Stephen asked, having expected her to put up more resistance than that.
"Come on."
Christine sat back down on the bed and pulled him down on top of her. Their lips met, reigniting old flames that had simmered for far too long. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close as they kissed. Suddenly stopping, she backed her head away momentarily.
"Can't you take off your cape?"
Stephen turned to look back. His Cloak of Levitation had burrowed under between Christine and the bed and had wrapped itself tightly around her body.
"Um...well I can't take it off. It gets separation anxiety."
"Well, do something about it."
He turned back again, and facing the cloak, said, "Stop it. Just...down."
The cloak drooped dejectedly and unwound itself from Christine, hanging limp at Stephen's side.
"Thank you." Stephen turned back toward Christine. "Now where were we?"
He leaned in again, kissing her deeply. The familiar scent of her shampoo washed over him, bringing back memories of past trysts. His tongue enveloped hers as their lips nuzzled one another, and he cradled the back of her neck. Christine cupped his face, lightly brushing her fingers against his finely trimmed goatee as their lips massaged each other.
As they kissed and groped one another, Stephen grabbed her green scrubs and lifted her top. Beneath it, she wore a thin black tank top instead of a bra, and he pulled aside one strap and freed her left breast. He squeezed her soft breast, rotating it around as he slid his tongue down her throat.
Suddenly, the handle to the on-call room jiggled, another doctor seeking reprieve from the exhausting overnight shift. Christine began to sit up, but Stephen forced her back down. Instead, he drew up a quick portal beneath her.
"Ahhh!" she shrieked as both of their bodies fell through the portal, landing abruptly on the floor of the supply closet down the hall.
Meanwhile, Doctor Nick West looked around the empty on-call room, puzzled. He was almost certain he had heard someone scream from inside the room just a moment ago, but there was no one there.
"Dont! Do! That!" Christine pounded her fists against Stephen's chest as they lay on the ground in the supply closet, his body still on top of hers.
"Sorry," he replied. "It was the quickest method to get away."
Sighing, she pushed him off of her, disentangling their bodies and extricating her limbs from his. They got up, their bodies close together in the cramped closet.
"So what's this you were saying about new skills and bodily pleasure?" she grinned.
"Ah, well first things first."
Stephen pulled up her tank top until both it and her scrub top rested atop her breasts. Then he reached down, sliding down her green scrub bottoms, revealing her white panties.
"Mmm," he admired the sight for a brief second before pulling them down as well, her underwear joining her scrub pants in a heap around her ankles. He lifted up his tunic and pulled down his own pants as well, his stiff shaft bouncing up to stand at attention.
"Now, prepare to be amazed."
