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The people who had disappeared didn't leave behind any ghosts. And then the spirits from before became less and less because, well, the local death rate slowed when there were fewer people to die. Besides, Harper was pretty sure that most people were happy to leave their current existence behind with things the way they were. For Harper, it was as if someone had pressed a mute button on her life. Her hectic, upside down world was suddenly empty. Ironically enough, if was bereft of the life it once had.

That had been hard.

Losing Stephen Strange had been harder.

She'd waiting for weeks inside the Sanctum, but he never returned.

For five years Harper closed herself off from the world more than ever. She cute herself off from the few people she knew who still existed. She went to work, performed her perfunctory duties, and went home. She didn't even bother with late nights in clubs and one night stands like she might have once upon a time. Losing Strange was one loss too many for a girl who had been abandoned her whole life.

In the end, it was the cats outside, in the ally behind the store. She heard the clatter of a trash can, and upon inspection found a whole pack of them digging for food in the bin. Before, maybe she'd see one stalking along the streets, but never so many at once. Not since...

Harper's hands trembled, and her heart raced as she ran to the front of the store. The streets were filled with confused people with wide eyes. People who hadn't been there in five years.

She'd finished her shift, gone home and buried herself in bed. As the hours ticked by she could hear the celebrations all around, but she wanted none of it. She couldn't dare to let herself celebrate - to hope. She couldn't do it anymore.

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[Strange was relieved, his body relaxing at not just her words but how quickly she answered. He would never be grateful for the blip but some of this might have not been so simple otherwise.]

I do. I want you there with me because despite everything in it it won't feel complete if you're not there.

[ Blushing more than she possibly has in her entire life, Harper buried her face against Strange's chest. She wasn't used to feeling so loved, and she felt the need to hide, as if someone saw her too happy they would take it away. Her fingers gripped tightly to his robes, ensuring he couldn't get away. ]

You should try it for five years.

[ Her voice was muffled, and despite the bitter meaning, she sounded like she was teasing. And she was. She wouldn't wish the five empty years she had endured on anyone, least of all Stephen. ]

I want to be wherever you are.

Mmm, I don’t think so. I think I don’t even want to go five days without you.

[Of course it was entirely possible that they might be separated from each other for that long at some point but he hoped not. He hoped that they’d be there for each other every day, regardless of what they were going through.]

You’ve gone and ingrained yourself in ways that it feels like you’re the best parts of me so you’re stuck with me for the long haul.

[ Seriously. She was not used to all those words of love being poured down on her. Her face was probably as red as a tomato now, but she continued to hide it. Hiding place aside, Harper loved the feel of being this close to Strange again. She loved the smell of him that she had lost, but remembered the instant he'd wrapped his arms around her. ]

I want to be stuck. Truth is I've always wanted to be stuck, but I was too scared. Too stupid.

Well we're in agreement then. We're stuck with each other and there's no changing it.

[That sounded rather permanent but Strange wanted it to, wanted to put it out into the universe that they were together now. A unit. There was a strange mixture of vulnerability and strength that came with that he found solace in.]

[ Harper peeked up just enough to meet Strange's eyes with her own. Though it was entirely possible he would see a hint of the redness on her face. ]

Can we go now? I want to. I just...I don't have the best memories here anymore.

Just up and leave right now in an instant?

[Strange quirked an eyebrow at her before he couldn't help but grin. He also did notice the blush on her face but was wise enough not to comment on it just yet.]

Of course we can, I am a master of the mystic arts afterall.

[Slipping on his sling ring Strange conjured a gate and then passed it over them while they were laying on the bed and in an instant they were back in the Sanctum, lying in the bed there.]

[ She'd have to go back later for her things, but for now she couldn't think of anything beyond staying in Strange's arms. A smile curled on her lips as the magic opened up around them. The smell of the Sanctum greeted her like an old friend - the scent of old books and incense. Strange and the Sanctum were so intrinsically connected in her mind that the scent was his as much as it was the Sanctum's. She was surrounded by him from all angles and she couldn't have been happier. ]

You really love throwing that title around, don't you?

It's a very good title. I'd be willing to look into something different though.

[Strange smiled and rolled over so that he was on top of her, looking down. She was so beautiful that he couldn't stop just staring at her. It seemed unfair to say it considering all that had just happened but he really was a lucky man.]

How about boyfriend? It's absolutely ridiculous but I'll be amused every time you say it.

[ Possibly for the first time in Harper's life she did not flinch at the word. She paused, because it was still a turning point for them, no matter how trivial it may have seemed, but it didn't make her want to run or push him away like it would have in the past. She had stopped seeing people for less things than an arbitrary label. But hell, they'd already come this far, and to be honest she found the thought of calling Strange her boyfriend appealing. Mostly because she could call him hers.

She returned his smile with one of her own. She reached up to his face with both hands and buried her fingers in his hair. So close now, it took little effort to lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet, but teasing at more. ]

My boyfriend, Stephen Strange. Has a nice ring to it.

Especially if you put the emphasis on the "my".

[That was what he liked. She could call him whatever she wanted so long as it was hers and he would be happy. That was the important part to him, the part that really mattered and made him feel complete. It was a scary thing to admit, that you weren't fully you without someone else but he knew that was the reality of it and to pretend any different was just ridiculous.]

Oh, absolutely.

[ She continued to smile, glad that they were on the same page. He was hers and she was his. In the end something that she feared so much had become astoundingly clear

She looked at him with a mischievous glint to her eyes. She kissed his cheek. ]

Mine.

[ Then his other cheek. ]

Mine. [ The tip of his nose. ]

Mine. [ She all but growled the last one before tugging at his collar and bringing his lips down to hers in a heated, hungry kiss. ]

[The kisses on his cheek and nose were sweet in the way that she didn't let anyone but him see and it made him smile. He liked when she could feel free to be silly or sweet like that.

The last time she said it, growling it so possessively before she kissed him was anything but sweet but oh so good all the same. Strange liked the possessiveness, the way he could feel that she needed and wanted him in a way that sent heat flushing through his body.]

[ She let the kiss last, let the heat and wanting build up in herself, and hopefully, Strange. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions so far, and that clearly wasn't over yet. Not if Harper had anything to say about it.

When she parted her lips from his though, there was a subtle quiver there - the lone remnant of the fear she had held inside of her for so long. ]

I haven't...with anyone else. Not since you left.

[ She had tried though. Tried to use her old faithful tactic of forgetting. But whenever she had gotten close to taking someone home she had thought of Strange and hadn't been able to continue. ]

[Strange wasn't sure if she wished that Harper had been able to get over him or not. Of course if she had he would have been sad for himself but glad she could get over it. The fact that she hadn't... it was heart breaking and he wanted to make it up to her.]

Well, I haven't either and if I can say so going a few days without you is hell.

[He kissed her again, this time more heatedly, wanting to reassure her that he needed her just as badly as ever.]

Let me start making it up to you?

[ She didn't want to think about the difference in time for them. It hurt too much, even amidst her happiness. But his offer was a kind salve on the wound of the thought. She nodded and kissed him back. Her eagerness was evident in the fervor of her lips, and how she pulled at his shirt collar. ]

Please. [ Her lips quirked in a small smile. ] You'd better get started. You've got five years to make up for, after all.

I hope you're prepared to be lavished with all sorts of attention for quite some time.

[Strange kissed her again and then pulled back, standing up so that he could begin to pull his clothes off. It took him a bit, bruised and sore as it was, but before long he was completely naked and already hard for her. Harper never failed to get him excited.]

[ Any witty retort Harper had died on her lips as Strange stripped in front of her. She'd nearly memorized every inch of that body before he had disappeared, and had dreamed of it constantly. Now though, his body was marked with cuts and bruises that hadn't been there before. She had seen him beat up some before, but never quite to this extent. He probably hurt like hell, and yet there he was, clearly hungry and ready for her.

A mix of desire and concerned welled up in her, and if that didn't constitute as love, she didn't know what did.

She reached out and ran her fingers gingerly over a prominent bruise on Strange's chest. Her eyes roamed his body, taking in every spot of damage and silently promised to lavish him with her own attention soon enough. ]

For all the times I've fantasized about you when you were gone...well, I'm more than ready.

[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.]

[ Harper was wrapped up in his kiss, so completely consumed by the reality that he was there with her again. The feel of his body against hers was familiar and yet new all at the same time. She had committed so much to memory once, only to push those memories away for her own self-preservation. Now she was relearning everything.

She breaks the kiss first only to explore the sharp line of his jaw with her mouth. She kissed and sucked at the skin, hungry in a way she hadn't been in a very long time. She moved up to his ear, nibbling at the soft lobe for a moment. ]

I'll tell you. But first I just want to feel you. Get these clothes off of me so that I can.

[Strange made a groaning noise as she kissed up to his ear, goose bumps running along his skin at the feel of her mouth on his ear. He was crazy about this woman, crazy about the way she could make him feel, about how much he loved her.]

Gladly.

[Pulling back his hands moved along her body, tugging at her clothes. He resisted the urge to rip them off, instead deliberately undressing her as he enjoyed the sight of more and more naked flesh. She looked perfect, as beautiful as he remembered her. Once she was naked he moved over her and kissed her again, needy and passionate.]

[ Harper moved in tandem with Strange, lifting her arms, her hips, her legs, what ever was needed to remove her clothes. She didn't feel cold even for a second with him so close to her. She moaned into the kiss, a sound of pure relief.

She threaded her arms under his and smoothed her hands over his back. It was all muscle memory reminding her of the very best way to hold him.

When their lips parted she sighed, smiling. ]

I love you.

I love you too. I’m glad I can say it now.

[Because he’d loved her for a while now, just as sure that telling her might spook her as he was in the depth of his feelings for her. He’d tried to show her before, just as how his hands moving along her body showed her, but he’d never been able to risk saying it.

Humming happily he bit and sucked at her neck before reaching down between them. Taking his cock he teased her opening just a bit with his head before slowly pushing in with a groan.]

[ Harper could cry, it felt so good to have him inside of her. She groaned with the relief of it, of being reunited entirely with this stubborn, wonderful, amazing man. She opened her legs wider, giving him the best possible access to sink deep inside of her. ]

Oh, fuck. [ She gripped at his shoulders and buried her face against his neck. ] It feels so good, Stephen. Just like I remembered.

You feel incredible. Always.

[The words were murmured against her neck as he rocked forward. It may not have been a long time for him but she was still exquisite to be inside of, still felt so perfect in a way that made him complete. Pulling almost all the way out of her he gave several small, shallow thrusts before pressing himself deep inside of her again.

It was addicting, this level of intimacy with her. Prior to this their most intimate moments had been sexual so this was the language he was used to using to tell her how much she meant to him. How much he cared for her. How happy he wanted to make her.]

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