[Strange watched her look over him, taking in his wounded state. He thought it was a credit to her that she didn't suggest they stop or wait until he wasn't so injured. Harper knew what Strange could take and also that no pain in the world could stop him from pleasing her now. Any injuries would be instantly forgotten as soon as she touched him.]

You'll have to tell me about them. All of them. So we can do every single one.

[He leaned forward and kissed her again, pushing her back against the bed. Strange wanted her to have all of him, every bit of himself that she didn't get these last five years. Every bit of himself that he'd held back before that out of fear of getting to close for her. Every part of him was open to Harper.]