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Prompt from flashdream: Write some growling everett when Stephen's sick and not taking care of himself.
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"If you take one more step Strange, I won't be responsible for what I do." Everett growled at the so-called Master of the Mystic Arts, glaring at him from across the kitchen counter.
"I thought you had a meeting." Stephen grumbled, rubbing at his eyelids.
"You're sick."
"And I can take care of myself Everett… I was a Doctor remember?"
"And you're too bloody stubborn to know that you should be in bed."
"I said, I'm fi- ACHOO!"
"Get. Back. To. Bed." Everett emphasised every word.
Stephen smirked and cocked his head to the side, "Make me."
Hey, Everett was hot… especially when he got a little bit forceful.
"Stephen, I'm serious… you look disgusting. Get back to bed!"
"I didn't look so disgusting last night when you were- "
"- Stephen, I swear to God!"
"What? I was just being honest!"
Everett rolled his eyes at the idiot Doctor in front of him, that still managed to look handsome, even when the confines of his blue skirt are sticking to him due to the sheen layer of perspiration on his skin. "Well, I honestly think that if you don't get back to bed now, I will tie you to it, and it won't be in the fun way."
Groaning, Stephen walked over to Everett and wrapped his arms around him, shoving his face into the crook of the agents' neck…. Yes, he had to bend down a little, but he didn't care… not when it was so soothing.
"I'll go to bed if you come with me…" he mumbled into Everett's skin, that is now covered in goose bumps. He loves that he has that effect on the CIA agent.
Everett almost melted under his embrace… he found it hard to say no to Stephen when he got like this. "Stephen… you're burning up."
"For you…"
Grabbing Stephen's hand, Everett started to practically drag the taller man to the bedroom. A few minutes after shoving Stephen into bed and tucking him in, Everett returned with a bowl of steaming soup, thrusting it in front of Stephen.
Stephen smirked at this, "Is the building still standing? I remember the last time you cooked."
"Just say thank you and eat it."
He raised his hands in defeat and grabbed the metal spoon, dipping it into the hot chicken broth. The next few minutes had the pair sitting in relative silence, the only sounds coming from the clanking of the metal spoon against the bowl and the rustling of Everett's paperwork.
"Everett…" Stephen whined slightly as he tired to nudge the other man with his foot. His soup was sitting on the bedside table, cold and forgotten in its sedentary position.
Everett glanced up from his paperwork, a smile creeping onto his face as he looked at the adorable mess next to him, "You are supposed to be resting."
"But we're not cuddling?"
Everett couldn't help but smirk at this, shuffling closer to Stephen, until there was no more room. "Why are Doctors' so pathetic when they're sick?"
"I'm not pathetic…" Stephen mumbled, wrapping his arm around Everett's waist and pulling him even closer… if that was even possible.
"You are… trust me, I arrest pathetic people all the time."
"…. You're comparing me to a terrified terrorist, who's seconds away from pissing himself?"
"Glad that you understand."
Stephen pouted for a short time, before shrugging and leaning over to kiss Everett on the shoulder… and allowing the shorter man to run his fingers through his hair.
Okay… maybe he could be pathetic for a little while longer.