[ Oh, that's not fair, the way she looks at him, the way she practically purrs at him. He feels his breathing pick up, turn slightly ragged, and the hand resting against her neck slides down, fingers brushing against the skin bared by the crooked collar of her shirt.
He sucks in a breath between his teeth, startled when her fingers curl into his hair – not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to keep him pinned in place. A strange fog seeps into his head, blotting out the rest of the room, the rest of the world, and all he can see is Gamora – the bright magenta at the tips of her curls, the darkness of her eyes, the curve of her cheek, the delicate line of her neck meeting her shoulder—
His eyes flick up to meet hers, his pupils blown wide and skin flushing under the heaviness of her gaze. ]
Fuck, Gamora—
[ He can feel his pulse pounding in his veins, hears his heartbeat slamming against his chest like war drums. Heat blossoms from his chest, clouds his mind, makes the tips of his fingers buzz, and he just barely hears her question.
Tell me what you want, she says.
And for a long second, the only thing he thinks back is, want, want, want—
Even with her hand still on his wrist, he cups her cheek – something almost possessive, without any of the hesitation of even moments ago. ]
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He sucks in a breath between his teeth, startled when her fingers curl into his hair – not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to keep him pinned in place. A strange fog seeps into his head, blotting out the rest of the room, the rest of the world, and all he can see is Gamora – the bright magenta at the tips of her curls, the darkness of her eyes, the curve of her cheek, the delicate line of her neck meeting her shoulder—
His eyes flick up to meet hers, his pupils blown wide and skin flushing under the heaviness of her gaze. ]
Fuck, Gamora—
[ He can feel his pulse pounding in his veins, hears his heartbeat slamming against his chest like war drums. Heat blossoms from his chest, clouds his mind, makes the tips of his fingers buzz, and he just barely hears her question.
Tell me what you want, she says.
And for a long second, the only thing he thinks back is, want, want, want—
Even with her hand still on his wrist, he cups her cheek – something almost possessive, without any of the hesitation of even moments ago. ]
I want— I want— you.