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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a breath, though it sounds more like a laugh than a sigh. ]

You’ll have to let go of me if you want me to get you water.

[godslay]

I will?

[ She sounds so surprised by this revelation, but her smile gives her away. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Funny.

[ In that flat, unimpressed way that says that he does not, in fact, find it funny.

But there’s still something warm in his gaze, and while he doesn’t smile, there’s at least a shadow of it on his face. ]

Do you want me to get you water or not?

[godslay]

[ Gamora continues to lightly stroke back Peter’s hair, her smile broadening. ]

Yes, please.

[ And she leans in to give him one last kiss, before she reluctantly rolls into her back, away from him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out another breath, though rather than complain, he pulls away, heading toward the bathroom. Helpfully, a couple of glass tumblers already sit on the bathroom counter, and he fills one, returning to the bed. He sits on the edge, holding it out to her. ]

You'll have to sit up, too. In case you weren't aware.

[godslay]

[ She folds her arm over her eyes, just waiting for Peter to return. He's quick, but that doesn't mean she's immediately inclined to move. As Peter sits on the edge of the bed, she hums in absent acknowledgement. ]

Mm, right.

[ Another couple of breaths, and then she's pushing herself up tot accept the water. She sips at it, relief in the slow slump of her shoulders. After a few gulps: ]

Thank you.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He watches as she gulps down the water, frowning a little. ]

Are you sure that's all you need?

[godslay]

[ She tilts her head, considering him. ]

What else would I need?

[nostalgiabomb]

More water, for one.

[ And his gaze flicks down to the half-empty glass. ]

Something to eat. A chance to rest. I'm not sure.

[godslay]

I'm still fine from dinner.

[ It's... sweet that Peter is so worried about her, though. ]

Do you need anything?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I'm fine.

[ He tends to be more resilient than most, as a general rule, but he also has a much better idea of what he needs and when. At the moment, he's more concerned about looking after Gamora.

He reaches over a little hesitantly, carding through her hair before he tucks a few stray locks behind her ear. His gaze leaves her face to find one of the dark marks on her shoulder, and his fingertips brush over it.

A little guiltily, ]

Your clothing may not cover this.

[godslay]

[ She visibly unwinds as Peter strokes her hair, as he trails down to the marks she hasn't seen – but she can definitely feel. She watches his face, curious rather than cautious. ]

Does that bother you?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He meets her gaze, head tilting slightly. ]

It doesn't matter what I think.

[ He isn't the one sporting the marks, after all. ]

If it bothers you, though, I can be more careful.

[godslay]

[ She shakes her head immediately. ]

It doesn't bother me, but it will be more obvious to everyone else, if... that is a concern for you.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pauses as he thinks it over, the pad of his thumb brushing over the other mark.

It's odd, he thinks, that there's a small appeal in leaving these marks behind in plain view; little souvenirs to mark their time together, to make the fact that they're together that much more obvious.

(Mine, whispers a faint, dark, snaking thing hidden somewhere in his chest.) ]

If it doesn't bother you, then it doesn't bother me.

[godslay]

[ She turns her head, kissing his wrist where she can reach. ]

It doesn't bother me.

[ She says it clearly, plainly, to avoid any hint of doubt.

Her lips curl in a teasing little smirk. ]

You can leave more, if you want to.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs, quiet and warm. ]

Probably.

You seemed like you needed a break, though.

[godslay]

Was this not a break?

[ She smiles as she finishes her water before leaving the glass on the nightstand. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I think that's more your decision than mine.

[ And he says it wryly, teasingly.

But when she's settled back on the bed, he cups her cheek. A little more sincerely, ]

We have time. If you need another moment or two...

[godslay]

[ She leans into his palm like she's starving for the touch, her eyes closing with contentment for a few moments. She glances back up at him, still with that soft, crooked smile. ]

You haven't worn me out yet.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a quiet hum, something a little pleased. His chest clenches with warmth when he sees how comfortable she is, how content, and he never imagined he could elicit that sort of reaction from anyone, never imagined anyone could ever be so relaxed around him.

He returns her smile, but there's something a little challenging in the expression.

Something that says, We'll see about that.

He leans into her space, capturing her mouth again, tongue already slipping past the seam of her lips. ]

[godslay]

[ The way he kisses her catches her off guard at first, a startled little sound that melts into pleased.

(That look unnerves her, if only because she feels she may have bitten off more than she can chew.

Excellent.)

She reaches up, cupping his face again as she kisses him back, leaning up into him with an eagerness that might have been embarrassing for her, with anyone else. She's tipping her cards, showing her hand, letting Peter see how affected she is by him, rather than trying to play it cool. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh.

His intent was just to take her by surprise, but the way she instantly reacts, eager and wanting practically at the drop of a hat, makes something hot curl low in his gut. He knew Gamora was responsive, if their first time was anything to go by, but this seems like a brand new level.

He's startled by how much he likes it.

He offers a low, encouraging hum as he rests a hand between her shoulder blades, helping to ease her back down onto the bed. They have time, like Peter said earlier; and now, he wants to take that time to explore, to study her, to learn what makes her writhe and groan.

Once she's lying down, he braces his weight on an elbow finds her neck with his lips again, mouthing and licking and lightly biting at her sensitive skin. His free hand smooths slowly along her body, mapping out each delicate curve, the toned muscle, until he finds her breast, soft and perfect in his palm. ]

[godslay]

[ If she was less focused on Peter, she'd be trying to curtail the way she reacts to him. She'd be curbing her enthusiasm, toning it down to try and maintain the advantage, but no. He gets this guileless side of her (maybe because she's too distracted to notice or maybe because she doesn't care).

She doesn't fight Peter as he lowers her down, and she shifts to stretch more comfortably out beneath him, pressing her knuckles to her lips when Peter finds a new sensitive spot to tease. There's no way he won't be leaving more hickeys for her to admire, and she arches just slightly into the attention. She doesn't want to dislodge him as he explores, doesn't want to buck away or wriggle free on accident, but all she can focus on is Peter's slow, steady exploration of her body.

(Distantly, she can't wait for her own chance to learn what makes Peter tick; it hadn't escaped her notice how quiet and reserved he'd been, and... she wants to know what more she can tease out of him, what will really make him react for her.

There must be something, right?)

She reaches up, pressing her palm over Peter's hand on her breast as she muffles a little moan against her knuckles. She isn't trying to guide him or change the way he touches her, but she wants to feel the strength in his touch, the restrained force – because after everything, after every moment in Peter's history, he can be like this with her. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pauses when her hand rests over hers, waiting to see if she'll try to push him away. Instead, she just touches him, lets him move, and so he does – massaging her breast, teasing her nipple to attention with quick swipes of his thumb.

She muffles herself, her hand pressed against her mouth to cage in the sounds, and he looks up from his attentions. God, she looks good like that, so intent on his touch, but he reaches up with his other hand to wrap his fingers lightly around her wrist. He tugs gently, but he doesn't force her hand away. ]

I like hearing you.