[ 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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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.