What? [ With an overblown sort of incredulity. ] No way. It’s plenty of space.
[ He drains the last of his water, setting the glass aside on a nearby table, and maneuvers himself onto his side, tucking his arm beneath his head. With his free hand, he gestures almost expansively. ]
[ A small smile curls at her lips, and though she hides it with the lip of her glass, it lights in her eyes. ]
Mm, you have a point.
[ She finishes her own water, leaving her glass on the table near Peter's as she draws her legs up properly onto his bed. She readjusts to crawl into the newly offered place, and though she probably could fit herself into all of it by laying on her back, she lays onto her side, her face level with Peter's. ]
It's bigger than the Milano's bunk, at least.
[ She reaches out, resting her palm tentatively on the hinge of his jaw. ]
Good different, of course, now that that shadow isn't looming over them anymore, and holy shit, is he relieved for that. Her touch is gentle, and he reaches up, pressing her palm a little more firmly against his jaw. And that stupid, dumb smile comes back in full force. ]
[ She doesn't think to pull her hand away as he offers that reassuring contact, that demonstration that her touch is welcome, and that small smile hasn't disappeared as she brushes her thumb over the curve of his cheek. ]
It's not a criticism; those bunks were clearly made for one person.
[ And despite that, she'd been relieved to share that small space with Peter after the cave-in (in fact, the fact that there was so little additional room was probably a comfort; she could have Peter right there). ]
[ He almost ruins the moment by mentioning that he has, in fact, figured out how to accommodate at least two other people on that bunk. Up to four, even, although the fourth person was about the size of a suitcase.
But that is, uh. Not a good conversation right now. Or ever?
... Let's go with ever. ]
Maybe.
[ A bit of a concession, at least, and he shifts to get more comfortable. ]
[ He has a point, if nothing else, but she finds herself thoroughly derailed by the way he looks at her – intent, focused – and the tone of his voice is somehow unfamiliar.
(How often does she really hear something so genuinely uncertain? It's unguarded and downright vulnerable.)
She doesn't even need to think about her answer. ]
Yes.
[ It comes so naturally, too, because— she wants him to kiss her.
And the fact that he asks is so much more in his favor. He could have assumed (and he would have been correct), but giving her that agency and the option to turn him down warms something in her chest. She's appreciated that about him for longer than she's truly realized, and now, she fully understands what he's given her by asking first.
[ He grins again, unrestrained and bright and god, he must look so doofy, so stupid, but he can't help it.
His hesitancy leaves him in a rush, and when she offers her permission, he closes the space between them, his lips pressed to hers in a chaste little kiss. Not his style, but probably more hers, and he's more than happy with it. ]
[ She appreciates the kiss, the gentleness of it, because the reality is that there will be time for more intense kisses later; they can do this over and over again, as much as they please, at a later date and in a better setting. While the kissing may not necessarily be new, the context is, and that's her current focus. That's why this matters.
She sighs softly, that small, warm smile in place when he pulls away. She brushes her thumb over his cheek again, then leans up to press her lips against his forehead, murmuring into his hair, ]
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[ He drains the last of his water, setting the glass aside on a nearby table, and maneuvers himself onto his side, tucking his arm beneath his head. With his free hand, he gestures almost expansively. ]
See? Lots of room.
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Mm, you have a point.
[ She finishes her own water, leaving her glass on the table near Peter's as she draws her legs up properly onto his bed. She readjusts to crawl into the newly offered place, and though she probably could fit herself into all of it by laying on her back, she lays onto her side, her face level with Peter's. ]
It's bigger than the Milano's bunk, at least.
[ She reaches out, resting her palm tentatively on the hinge of his jaw. ]
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Different.
Good different, of course, now that that shadow isn't looming over them anymore, and holy shit, is he relieved for that. Her touch is gentle, and he reaches up, pressing her palm a little more firmly against his jaw. And that stupid, dumb smile comes back in full force. ]
How 'bout we don't knock my ship, huh?
[ that is his baby. ]
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It's not a criticism; those bunks were clearly made for one person.
[ And despite that, she'd been relieved to share that small space with Peter after the cave-in (in fact, the fact that there was so little additional room was probably a comfort; she could have Peter right there). ]
You should rest longer, don't you think?
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But that is, uh. Not a good conversation right now. Or ever?
... Let's go with ever. ]
Maybe.
[ A bit of a concession, at least, and he shifts to get more comfortable. ]
You gonna sleep at all?
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[ Echoing him, shifting enough on her side to reach out with her other hand and brush mussed curls from his forehead. ]
I won't have much else to do if you're sleeping.
[ Though that hasn't stopped her from keeping herself awake before.
Mostly, she just finds it soothing to be near him, and sleep comes so much more effortlessly at his side. ]
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Gonna be boring for you once I pass out. Might as well sleep, too.
[ He licks his lips, studying her face for a few seconds. When he speaks, his voice is— almost timid, the words careful and slow. ]
Hey, um. Can I... kiss you goodnight?
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(How often does she really hear something so genuinely uncertain? It's unguarded and downright vulnerable.)
She doesn't even need to think about her answer. ]
Yes.
[ It comes so naturally, too, because— she wants him to kiss her.
And the fact that he asks is so much more in his favor. He could have assumed (and he would have been correct), but giving her that agency and the option to turn him down warms something in her chest. She's appreciated that about him for longer than she's truly realized, and now, she fully understands what he's given her by asking first.
... But the answer is still a wholehearted yes. ]
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His hesitancy leaves him in a rush, and when she offers her permission, he closes the space between them, his lips pressed to hers in a chaste little kiss. Not his style, but probably more hers, and he's more than happy with it. ]
G'night, Gamora.
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She sighs softly, that small, warm smile in place when he pulls away. She brushes her thumb over his cheek again, then leans up to press her lips against his forehead, murmuring into his hair, ]
Goodnight, Peter.