[ The voice, however, is not saying Gamora's name, and it's definitely not Peter trying to get her attention, so she doesn't care. If anything, the noise out of her is more impatience, aggravation when Peter pulls away, and she instead presses her lips to his throat, teeth and tongue and persistence, wanting him to focus on her again, to stay engaged and keep feeding that fire.
Except—
She can't find purchase with his belt. She can't make her fingers work enough to figure out the catch, and that shaking has spread deeper into her bones, her muscles finally starting to wane in protest. Her knees buckle as bright spots fill her vision, and the heat, the heat— ]
Peter—?
[ But this time, his name comes on confusion, distress, her throat too tight as her next breath takes even more effort.
... Staying upright is about to become very difficult. ]
no subject
Except—
She can't find purchase with his belt. She can't make her fingers work enough to figure out the catch, and that shaking has spread deeper into her bones, her muscles finally starting to wane in protest. Her knees buckle as bright spots fill her vision, and the heat, the heat— ]
Peter—?
[ But this time, his name comes on confusion, distress, her throat too tight as her next breath takes even more effort.
... Staying upright is about to become very difficult. ]