It's stupid – absolutely absurd – how immediately Gamora smiles when he says "my girl." She'll deny the tiny hitch in her breathing until her very last breath, but it's there, along with the twisting, giddy warmth in her chest. She never thought someone would be able to make her feel like this (she never realized these feelings even existed), but Peter makes her heart sing every single day.
Stupid.
But she loves it.
Because she loves him. ]
You look at me everyday, Peter.
[ And she hopes he never stops.
She plays with his hair, lightly and affectionately running her nails across his scalp. She's not pulling again, not yanking his head back to get at his throat or draw those breathy little whines out of him; she's just touching him, relishing the contact. ]
Weren't you in such a rush before?
[ She punctuates the teasing lilt in her voice by rolling her hips forward, undulating slowly and pointedly against him. ]
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It's stupid – absolutely absurd – how immediately Gamora smiles when he says "my girl." She'll deny the tiny hitch in her breathing until her very last breath, but it's there, along with the twisting, giddy warmth in her chest. She never thought someone would be able to make her feel like this (she never realized these feelings even existed), but Peter makes her heart sing every single day.
Stupid.
But she loves it.
Because she loves him. ]
You look at me everyday, Peter.
[ And she hopes he never stops.
She plays with his hair, lightly and affectionately running her nails across his scalp. She's not pulling again, not yanking his head back to get at his throat or draw those breathy little whines out of him; she's just touching him, relishing the contact. ]
Weren't you in such a rush before?
[ She punctuates the teasing lilt in her voice by rolling her hips forward, undulating slowly and pointedly against him. ]