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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.

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[ 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?

[godslay]

[ She hears that tease, and she wrinkles her nose before leaning in to graze her teeth over his lip – gently, but pointedly. ]

I have plenty of stamina.

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[ He lets out another huff of a laugh. ]

Is that so?

[ And if he sounds skeptical, it's because he means to. ]

[godslay]

[ This is just rude and uncalled for.

Gamora huffs at him, drawing away so she can push herself upright. ]

Yes, it is.

[ And she is absolutely going to straddle his thighs. ]

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[ She slow enough about it, careful enough about it, that his instincts don't overrule his good sense.

He rolls onto his back to accommodate her, hands resting on her hips once she settles. Admittedly, it's an excellent view from where he's positioned, her hair falling over her shoulders and that challenging glint in her eyes.

Even if it does have a slightly petulant edge.

His thumbs sweep over the blades of her hips as he looks up at her expectantly. ]

It's hard to tell with you. You tend to exaggerate.

[godslay]

[ It's nice of Peter to go along with her, and Gamora finds herself appreciating the way he looks under her, all muscles and scars and silver. She runs her palms where she can reach, her eyes narrowed as she looks down at him. ]

I never exaggerate.

[ ... which is, obviously, an exaggeration. ]

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[ He casts her a flat look again, one eyebrow quirking slightly with skepticism. ]

You did just now.

[ Thankfully, there’s more amusement in his voice than disapproval, made all the more obvious with the way the corner of his mouth twitches upward in a shadow of a smile. ]

All I’m hearing at the moment is a lot of boasting.