[ Gamora doesn't hesitate for an instant when he guides her down against his chest, and she curls into him immediately, nosing gently at his jaw as she settles. She presses absent, doting kisses across his skin, up to the corner of his mouth, smoothing her palm over his shoulder. She just wants to touch him, be close to him, but instead of the heated rush of before, it's so much more languid. Gamora can almost never put herself out of her own mind enough to relax like this in other situations, but with Peter, it's like she's forgotten to be constantly on guard, always prepared and alert.
No, when she's like this, she's purely in the moment, soaking him up entirely. ]
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No, when she's like this, she's purely in the moment, soaking him up entirely. ]