[ She breathes a faint laugh, ever so soft, as she backs towards Groot's bed, crawling up the (less) messy pile of blankets, putting just a touch of distance between her and Peter. ]
You like looking?
[ She doesn't lie down or lean back, but makes herself comfortable on her knees as she runs her fingers through her hair, pushing her curls away from her face. Her hand leaves magenta locks, trailing her palm down her own throat, nails teasing lower to her breasts. ]
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You like looking?
[ She doesn't lie down or lean back, but makes herself comfortable on her knees as she runs her fingers through her hair, pushing her curls away from her face. Her hand leaves magenta locks, trailing her palm down her own throat, nails teasing lower to her breasts. ]
You could have said something earlier.