[ He kicks his pants away, and when Gamora steps in, he wastes a second to watch her, to see the way the water falls against her skin, how it starts to plaster her hair to her neck and shoulders, how the rivulets and droplets cling to her curves, and—
It's only a handful of seconds, really, but Peter was mesmerized for all of them, and Gamora's voice snaps him out of it.
He casts her an unimpressed look (though the effect of it is negated by the fact that his jaw was practically on the floor only a moments ago), and he steps in behind her, reaching around either side of her to warm his hands in the spray. ]
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It's only a handful of seconds, really, but Peter was mesmerized for all of them, and Gamora's voice snaps him out of it.
He casts her an unimpressed look (though the effect of it is negated by the fact that his jaw was practically on the floor only a moments ago), and he steps in behind her, reaching around either side of her to warm his hands in the spray. ]
Now who's impatient?