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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ She leans over him, planting her hands on either side of his head, brow raised. She knows Peter would win in nearly any competition they found themselves in, but Gamora will still taunt him and rise to the occasion. ]
[ His expression doesn't change, and he makes it a point to keep his hands on her hips.
(That instinct is there, just for a split second, to flip their positions. Lying on his back with her above him leaves him vulnerable, exposed; he has fewer options for maneuvering.
He has to actively remind himself to simply relax.) ]
It's not a challenge unless you make it one.
I'm within my rights to be skeptical if you haven't offered any proof.
[ Peter really could throw her across the room, if he wanted to. She has some biological advantages over other races, but Peter is also modified to handle whatever the universe throws at him.
Gamora isn't much of a threat, in that case. ]
The fact that I'm not unconscious beside you should be plenty of proof.
[ She ducks down, finding the angle of his jaw to kiss slowly up to his ear. ]
[ He lets out a huff of a laugh, unconsciously tilting his head to give her more room to work. He brings up a hand to cup the nape of her neck, fingers threading through her curls. ]
No, you're not.
[ And he says it warmly, fondly. Gamora is capable of a great deal of things, his teasing aside.
Given what he's seen, Gamora is wildly impressive – though there's little chance of Peter saying as much aloud. It would go straight to her head. ]
[ The warmth in Peter's voice melts some of Gamora's bravado, if only because it's so rare to hear that kind of genuine fondness – from Peter or just... in general.
Her smile is smothered slightly against his jaw, but there's something a little sweeter in the next kiss. ]
Then why are you underestimating me?
[ She presses a kiss behind his ear, nipping at his earlobe, dragging her teeth lightly down the beating of his pulse. ]
[ He cards his fingers through her hair, the blunt ends of his nails slowly dragging over her scalp.
He notices the focus she puts into that one spot on his collarbone, the intent behind the way she bites and licks. The mark will last for a handful of hours, if that, but he at least appreciates the attention and the wet heat of her mouth against his skin.
He lets out another quiet breath, his other hand palming the curve of her ass. ]
The more evidence there is, the stronger your case.
[ She hums thoughtfully against his skin, drawing away with one last nip. ]
Then I really should start compiling more evidence for your satisfaction.
[ And get around to the "satisfaction."
She keeps herself propped up with one hand, her other sliding along his ribs (again, smoothing her thumb over scars – lovingly, almost) as she pushes herself up on her knees. ]
[ The reverence she pays his scars is odd, given that he's far more accustomed to them being ignored. Gamora has always been fascinated by them, as far as he can tell – not because of some morbid compulsion, like what would compel someone to stare at a train wreck, but because she genuinely finds them... pretty.
He remembers her stray thoughts from that odd day on the moon. He remembers her thinking that his scars were important because they were a part of him, and he remembers how sincerely her thoughts had sounded in his head, and he remembers— how sweet he had found it all, and how strange.
And he feels the same way now, though he keeps the puzzlement off of his face. When she kneels over him, he brackets her sides with his hands, palms sliding up to cup her breasts. Her confidence is insanely attractive, and he faintly smiles up at her. ]
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And if we don't have any unexpected expenses. Bail and bribes, for instance.
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[ 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'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.
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[ 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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... 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. ]
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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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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.
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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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[ 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?
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I have plenty of stamina.
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Is that so?
[ And if he sounds skeptical, it's because he means to. ]
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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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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.
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I never exaggerate.
[ ... which is, obviously, an exaggeration. ]
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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.
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[ She leans over him, planting her hands on either side of his head, brow raised. She knows Peter would win in nearly any competition they found themselves in, but Gamora will still taunt him and rise to the occasion. ]
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(That instinct is there, just for a split second, to flip their positions. Lying on his back with her above him leaves him vulnerable, exposed; he has fewer options for maneuvering.
He has to actively remind himself to simply relax.) ]
It's not a challenge unless you make it one.
I'm within my rights to be skeptical if you haven't offered any proof.
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Gamora isn't much of a threat, in that case. ]
The fact that I'm not unconscious beside you should be plenty of proof.
[ She ducks down, finding the angle of his jaw to kiss slowly up to his ear. ]
I'm not so unimpressive.
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No, you're not.
[ And he says it warmly, fondly. Gamora is capable of a great deal of things, his teasing aside.
Given what he's seen, Gamora is wildly impressive – though there's little chance of Peter saying as much aloud. It would go straight to her head. ]
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Her smile is smothered slightly against his jaw, but there's something a little sweeter in the next kiss. ]
Then why are you underestimating me?
[ She presses a kiss behind his ear, nipping at his earlobe, dragging her teeth lightly down the beating of his pulse. ]
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[ He pauses, letting out an unsteady breath when he feels the drag of her teeth. His free hand runs along her hip and side in a slow, even rhythm. ]
I'd just rather to see a demonstration than take you at your word.
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[ She kisses lower, pausing to mouth at his clavicle. She nibbles, sucks – intently enough to call a little reddened mark to the surface of his skin.
She knows it won't last long, but she can still admire it. ]
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He notices the focus she puts into that one spot on his collarbone, the intent behind the way she bites and licks. The mark will last for a handful of hours, if that, but he at least appreciates the attention and the wet heat of her mouth against his skin.
He lets out another quiet breath, his other hand palming the curve of her ass. ]
The more evidence there is, the stronger your case.
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Then I really should start compiling more evidence for your satisfaction.
[ And get around to the "satisfaction."
She keeps herself propped up with one hand, her other sliding along his ribs (again, smoothing her thumb over scars – lovingly, almost) as she pushes herself up on her knees. ]
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He remembers her stray thoughts from that odd day on the moon. He remembers her thinking that his scars were important because they were a part of him, and he remembers how sincerely her thoughts had sounded in his head, and he remembers— how sweet he had found it all, and how strange.
And he feels the same way now, though he keeps the puzzlement off of his face. When she kneels over him, he brackets her sides with his hands, palms sliding up to cup her breasts. Her confidence is insanely attractive, and he faintly smiles up at her. ]
I wouldn't object.
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