[ Of course it's not the first time someone has told Gamora that she's beautiful. She's heard it time and again, and as much as she may be aware that she's attractive, it's different hearing it so genuinely from Peter.
It sits in her belly, overwhelming her.
Her breathing catches, her body tensing as her cheeks flush for an entirely different reason, but she doesn't look displeased; on the contrary, she's practically thrumming with the praise.
It's just different with Peter.
Her own sounds fall freely as she moves with Peter, falling into an effortless rhythm that satisfies some deep, burning need she'd been ignoring. She'd wanted to explore Peter more thoroughly, to wring sounds out of him however she can, but god, this, this moment, the way he's looking at her – it's intoxicating.
She bends over him, bracing herself again so she can kiss him, heat and something more burning between their lips. ]
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It sits in her belly, overwhelming her.
Her breathing catches, her body tensing as her cheeks flush for an entirely different reason, but she doesn't look displeased; on the contrary, she's practically thrumming with the praise.
It's just different with Peter.
Her own sounds fall freely as she moves with Peter, falling into an effortless rhythm that satisfies some deep, burning need she'd been ignoring. She'd wanted to explore Peter more thoroughly, to wring sounds out of him however she can, but god, this, this moment, the way he's looking at her – it's intoxicating.
She bends over him, bracing herself again so she can kiss him, heat and something more burning between their lips. ]