Her body is practically shrieking it with every second that ticks by, but Gamora doesn't pay it the slightest bit of heed because Peter is shirtless, the expanse of his back and shoulders and chest exposed to her, and it doesn't take much time at all before his hands and lips return to her own skin.
Yes—
Tipping her head back, she leaves her throat exposed to him, a shudder running through her entire system – though whether it's from the fever or his hands, she can't entirely differentiate.
That's fine.
She explores the newly bared swaths of skin, tracing muscles that cord over his shoulders, dragging nails down, down, down – enough to mark him, to leave red scratched across his back, though intentionally light enough to avoid breaking skin or actually bruising. Despite the fogging need, she's not trying to hurt him (doesn't want to in any way he might dislike), but she wants to leave her mark on him, all the same. ]
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Her body is practically shrieking it with every second that ticks by, but Gamora doesn't pay it the slightest bit of heed because Peter is shirtless, the expanse of his back and shoulders and chest exposed to her, and it doesn't take much time at all before his hands and lips return to her own skin.
Yes—
Tipping her head back, she leaves her throat exposed to him, a shudder running through her entire system – though whether it's from the fever or his hands, she can't entirely differentiate.
That's fine.
She explores the newly bared swaths of skin, tracing muscles that cord over his shoulders, dragging nails down, down, down – enough to mark him, to leave red scratched across his back, though intentionally light enough to avoid breaking skin or actually bruising. Despite the fogging need, she's not trying to hurt him (doesn't want to in any way he might dislike), but she wants to leave her mark on him, all the same. ]
Peter—