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[nostalgiabomb]

[ Fuck, she sounds so good like this, and the way she trembles beneath his touch makes heat travel down his spine, pool in his gut.

He settles properly between her legs, one arm curling beneath her leg to press his hand to her hip. His lips close around her clit, and he presses his tongue to the sensitive bud, slowly circling it in time with each thrust of his fingers, each drag against the spot inside her pussy. It's slow, steady, and practically relentless, but she demanded it, after all. ]

[godslay]

[ Is this the worst? Is this the best? Gamora can't really decide because as soon as Peter's lips settle on her clit, she's gone.

The shaking turns to trembling, and somehow, she doesn't writhe wildly under Peter; her spine is bowed, her fingers going tight in his hair, but her hips stay in place, coaxed down by the hand curled under her leg. She doesn't buck him off or rut against his mouth, but she doesn't need to.

The climb is simultaneously agonizing and exhilarating. It comes too quickly and too slowly, and she doesn't even realize what's happening until the orgasm building in her belly snaps. The waves roll over her, again and again, and her pussy goes vise-like around Peter's fingers as her whole body stays taught and tense like a cord waiting to be plucked – until all of it leaves her in one rush. She goes entirely lax, panting for breath and making those mewling sounds under Peter, whines as the aftershocks still make her pussy tighten and release.

... It's only then that she realizes she had such a tight hold on Peter's hair, and she finally releases him with a breathy, mumbled apology. ]

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[ When she comes, it's practically a work of art.

He feels the tight clench of her walls around his fingers, feels the way she quivers and shudders beneath him as she rides out each golden wave of her orgasm. She's tense, rigid, and he works her through it, keeping up the rhythm of his hand, his tongue circling her clit over and over and over.

When her climax starts to fade, he slowly eases away, carefully and gently pulling his fingers out of her pussy. He had expected that tight grip in his hair, once she finally came, and he's hardly bothered. At her apology, he offers a small shake of his head to say, I don't mind.

He runs his hands along her thighs, pressing lingering, lazy kisses along her hips and legs as he waits for her to wind down. ]

[godslay]

[ The lazy affection helps Gamora wind down by increments, and she pets haphazardly at his hair with a soft sound. ]

... Fuck.

[ She's still floating in that post-orgasm bliss, trying to catch her breath as the world spins around her. ]

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[ He lets out a quiet huff, amused, as he moves back up the bed to lie beside her. ]

Your eloquence is inspiring.

[godslay]

[ Gamora immediately turns into Peter as he settles next to her, nestling her face into his throat. ]

Shut up.

[ Such eloquence. ]

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[ Another quiet laugh, though as she nuzzles against him, he reaches up to card his fingers through her hair.

He's content with just this, the feel of her bare skin against his, the damp heat of her breath against his neck. She seems content, at ease, and there's still something so alien about that to him, that she could find comfort with him, of all people.

He ducks down to press a kiss to the top of her head, to nose at her hair. ]

[godslay]

[ It’s still blows Gamora’s mind to realize that Peter is so peaceful with her. Quiet, comfortable, happy.

God, how did she get so lucky? ]

This night is going to be too short.

[ She keeps nuzzling gently into him, pressing absent kisses where she can reach. ]

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[ He lets out a quiet murmur of agreement, his breath a little shaky when he exhales. ]

Thankfully, there will be other nights.

[godslay]

[ Her smile broadens, warms, as she drops another kiss on his collarbone. ]

We really need a bigger ship. And a bigger bed.

[ Those bunks are not amazing. ]

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[ He lets out another quiet laugh, more genuine this time. ]

I've been saying that for a while.

[ Ever since they returned to Berhert to repair Gamora's ship, in fact. ]

Our ship isn't designed to hold as many people as it does.

[ Not for the long term, at any rate. ]

[godslay]

I know.

[ And she does. ]

It's just... [ She hesitates, a small wrinkle in her brow. ]

It's my ship.

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[ He understands the sentiment – which is why he doesn't bother to correct her with "our ship." It would be hypocritical to remind her that it's an object, especially considering he hadn't discouraged her too strongly from stealing that Walkman for him, or considering he hadn't thrown away that cassette type, despite Ego's fingerprints all over it.

He hums quietly, a hand running along her back. ]

Maybe we can find a large enough ship to accommodate docking yours.

[godslay]

[ She huffs a small breath. ]

That would be a very large ship.

[ But she likes that option a whole lot more than abandoning her ship completely.

(She's not sure how she'd let it go, if she's honest.) ]

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To be fair, yours is a small ship to begin with.

[ Which is the only real issue with it, at the moment, and with an extra person aboard, they're all starting to really feel it. ]

We'll have to save more if we really intend to find a larger ship, but I don't see why it wouldn't be possible.

[godslay]

[ ... He has a point, but still.

She nods, turning up her chin to nuzzle under his jaw, dropping a kiss along the subtle bristle of his beard. ]

We can make it happen, if we're motivated enough.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He nods a little in agreement, the movement subtle considering how Gamora has situated herself. ]

And if we don't have any unexpected expenses. Bail and bribes, for instance.

[godslay]

If anyone finds themselves in jail tonight, they can find their own way out.

[ To save money, obviously.

It's hard to resist peppering little kisses where she can reach, just dropping that sweet, lazy affection on Peter's skin – reverent, almost. ]

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[ He takes a breath to reply, but—

He's momentarily distracted by the gentle press of her lips, the little idle gestures of affection – mostly because he has to take another moment to properly process them. For a long, long while, "gentle" and "reverent" were alien words to him. He thought himself incapable of those qualities and hardly expected any treatment to that effect.

Leave it to Gamora to prove him wrong.

He lets out a slow breath, ducking his head again to nose at her hair. ]

They can handle themselves for an evening.

[godslay]

They'd better.

[ Another nuzzle, another kiss, though she shifts to untuck herself from Peter's neck, kissing along his jaw, higher to the corner of his lips. She's still doing everything slowly – enough that he can process what's happening, where she's moving, what's still all right and not too much. ]

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[ He lets out a soft hum as she shifts, as she presses her lips to his. She takes her time – not to drag things out, as far as he can tell, but to give him time to register the movement, to temper his instincts and reflexes. She's being respectful, not overly cautious – not like he were some feral animal, liable to lash out and remove her hand.

... In many respects, she'd be well within her rights to treat him that way. He's more grateful than he can express that she doesn't.

It's why he doesn't pull away from her, why he leans into her touch. And when she's close enough, he turns to capture her mouth with his in a quick, chaste kiss. ]

[godslay]

[ Gamora's smile is soft, pressed into the kiss as she returns it, before bumping her nose affectionately against his. She feels like there's so much she wants to say, so much she could say, but—

For once, she's not sure she knows how.

Another soft kiss, and then a third, and she reaches up to stroke back his hair. ]

This is perfect.

[ She's so quiet, but her tone is completely genuine. ]

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[ His chest tightens at those words, warm and sweet in a way that steals his breath. He feels himself smile, though it's tentative and slight, and he cups her cheek. ]

It is.

[ And he's a little surprised by how sincerely he means that. So much of his life had solely been about surviving to see the next day that he forgot about simple pleasures and comforts. He stopped expecting anything would be good in his life again, but—

Here he is, and here they are. And he's content. Happy in a way he never thought possible. It's spoiled him, he thinks. He can't imagine ever going back to his old life.

(If Thanos ever decided to drag Peter back to the his side, Peter thinks it might actually kill him.)

He presses his forehead to hers. ]

You were right earlier, too. This night is going to be too short.

[godslay]

[ Her eyes close as she relishes how close he is, the soft warmth of his breath. ]

Should we make the most of it?

[ Another kiss, still tender and unassuming – undemanding, as much as she may be soaring with such an odd bliss, a thrill of being this close, this intimate.

To Peter. ]

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That depends.

[ He sweeps his thumb over the swell of her cheek. When he speaks again, there's an unmistakable teasing lilt to his voice. ]

Do you need to rest first?