[ As Peter sinks into her, Gamora's arms wrap around him completely, drawing him even closer, tighter, like that is going to keep him safe and present.
She knows as well as Peter that it won't.
She presses her nose into his hair, her hand cupping the nape of his neck as she breathes him in, really soaks up the feel of him – because this is actually Peter, this is the man she loves, not a monster wearing his face. She nods against him, reassured by the information and wary. But with this new confirmation, it tells her a lot about how to make her moves; things she'd been trying to understand and make sense of are suddenly clear. Unfortunately, knowing what's going on still hasn't given her an answer for how to stop it.
She drops kisses in sweaty curls, nuzzling at his temple. ]
I will. And whatever I have to do, whatever I can – I swear to you, he won't take you again.
[ She won't let Peter live trapped and imprisoned under his father's will. She can't do that to him. ]
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She knows as well as Peter that it won't.
She presses her nose into his hair, her hand cupping the nape of his neck as she breathes him in, really soaks up the feel of him – because this is actually Peter, this is the man she loves, not a monster wearing his face. She nods against him, reassured by the information and wary. But with this new confirmation, it tells her a lot about how to make her moves; things she'd been trying to understand and make sense of are suddenly clear. Unfortunately, knowing what's going on still hasn't given her an answer for how to stop it.
She drops kisses in sweaty curls, nuzzling at his temple. ]
I will. And whatever I have to do, whatever I can – I swear to you, he won't take you again.
[ She won't let Peter live trapped and imprisoned under his father's will. She can't do that to him. ]