"Stephen! Where are you? Hey…oh there you are. What are you doing?" I greeted my best friend and part time mentor Doctor Stephen Strange in his study. He had his head in one hand reading over a book, stray pieces of hair falling into his face.

"Hello? Earth to Strange?" I said, waving my hands in front of his face to get his attention when he didn't respond. He looked up for a moment, his attention focusing back on the book.

"Okay, so you're studying. What is it, some other dimensional being or supernatural phenomena? Are you going to ever talk to me?"

"You know, you're being a big distraction and I'd really like you to leave. I've got a lot of work to do," he stated, anger in his tone. I frowned at him, annoyed that he'd take that tone with me. I knew he was frustrated, Wong telling me to rid Stephen of all that tension he carried on his shoulders or in his mind.

"Wow, someone's grumpy. How long have you been at it? You're not overdoing it are you? You know what happens when you do that don't you? There's too much built up tension that you should really work through," I stated, placing my hands on my hips.

"A few hours. If you must know I'm trying to read up different kind of specters and their different powers…hey, Amelia, I really need you to give that back and leave. That's not funny. Come here and hand it over," he explained, huffing when I shut the book and took it from his grasp. He stood, those blue eyes flashing with annoyance at my attempt to keep him distracted.

"No, you can have it back when you're relaxed a bit…and now you've disappeared. Stephen! Where-," I told him, screaming when he grabbed me from behind. He plucked the book from my hands, sitting back down, resuming where he left off.

"Oh no, you don't. Come on, you're going to take a break whether you like it or not," I growled, shutting the book again, grabbing his arm and physically dragging him from the room.

"Amelia! I don't have time for this," he grumbled as I brought him to my room.

"I don't want to hear it. You can't spend hours researching and not take a break. You'll fry yourself out," I told him, pulling out my comfy chair leaning against my dresser. I propped it up in the middle of the room and pulled him over to it.

"Sit down," I ordered.

"Amelia, I can't…"

"Sit. Down. You're not winning this argument," I stated through gritted teeth. He shot me a glare, sitting down waiting for something magical to happen.

"I honestly don't see…how…this…is relaxing," he commented, surprised when I sat on his lap, hooking my legs through the chair's armholes.

"It's not the chair that's going to relax you. It's me that will be the cause of your relaxation," I told him.

"Amelia…I…Please…"

"Sh, let me help you relax. Let me give you some stress relief,"

His bright blue eyes bore into mine, watching my movements. I moved my hands into his soft, ink black hair, massaging his head, a motion that made him close his eyes, lips parting open, a sigh escaping them. I moved my hands in different ways, giving him the best stress relief he's ever experienced.

Eventually, I moved them down to his beard, scratching it, another form of my relaxing methods at work, moving back and forth between it and his head.

"See, isn't this relaxing?" I whispered.

"Yes, very much so. Your hands feel wonderful. I can feel the tension releasing though my shoulders are still tense," he responded, opening his eyes. There was something in them that told me he was enjoying this a little too much.

"Okay, let me see what I can do. Do you mind removing the…I'm not sure that's a good idea," I told him, freezing when he shifted the eye of Agamotto over my neck.

"You can return it when you've finished," he told me, his lips dangerously close to my own.

"Okay. So, now I'll work on you shoulders. Um… tell me if I'm too invasive alright?" I whispered, a little disappointed when he shifted back against the chair. Who was I kidding? He didn't like me how I liked him. He was only my mentor and friend and that's what he'd always be. He nodded and I pulled open his tunic a little, showing off his toned chest, slipping my hands inside to get his shoulders.

"You know what? Hang on, let me take this off and if you don't mind, we can get on the bed," he told me. I got off him, trying not to stare at his bare chest when he pulled the tunic over his head. He was about to lie down when I stopped him to spread out a super fluffy blanket on the comforter, maximum stress relief achieving its potential.

"I just want to…make it as comfortable as I can," I said, accidentally slamming into him when I turned around.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asked, a smirk on his lips, his eyes scanning over me, his head slightly tilted as he locked on my lips.

"N-No. Will you please…?"

"I think I do. I think I make you very nervous," He told me, walking me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. He leaned down as if he was about to kiss me, my breath caught in my throat.

"Stephen…I need to get rid…of the tension in your shoulders. I…" I told him, cut off by his lips on mine. His arms circled around me, pulling my body against his, my hands pressed onto his chest. His teeth bit down on my lower lip, making me gasp allowing him to slip in his tongue, tangling with mine. When he pulled back, he smiled a heart-stopping smile, my head still spinning from the kiss we shared.

"I'm sorry. I really wanted to do that," he told me, still holding me against him.

"Shoulders. Now," I stated, earning a chuckle from him as he released me and laid flat on the blanket. I straddled his back, applying pressure to his shoulders, massaging them. Pausing for a brief moment, I leaned down to his ear, a shiver passing through him, my breath light near it.

"I'm glad you kissed me. I wouldn't mind delving into other activities with you," I whispered, moving back to finish what I was doing. I moved down to his back, groans coming from Stephen as tension released, relaxation entering him.

"Enough of this. I need to kiss you again," he stated, turning over and sitting up. His hands snagged in my hair pulling me into him, his lips pressing onto mine. My hands rested on his chest as we made out, eventually ending with me lying on top of him, our hands linked together.

"Amelia?" he asked in between kisses.

"Hmm?"

"Would you like to go on a date with me? Dinner perhaps? Tomorrow night?" he asked, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"I'd love to," I answered, kissing him again. That afternoon became relaxing for the both of us.