[ Impossibly, his smile widens at her agreement, as their fingers lace together. ]
Good. Great. Awesome.
[ And he forgets how to breath as she leans in, goes stock-still as she studies him. Her lips brush against his cheek, and considering the kind of stuff Peter got up to before he and Gamora started dancing around each other, a kiss like that is hardly anything. But it warms him, all the same, makes something sweet curl in him, and his fingers tighten a little around hers. ]
So— we’re doing this? You and me? We’re— like. Together? Together-together, I mean.
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Good. Great. Awesome.
[ And he forgets how to breath as she leans in, goes stock-still as she studies him. Her lips brush against his cheek, and considering the kind of stuff Peter got up to before he and Gamora started dancing around each other, a kiss like that is hardly anything. But it warms him, all the same, makes something sweet curl in him, and his fingers tighten a little around hers. ]
So— we’re doing this? You and me? We’re— like. Together? Together-together, I mean.