[ Not by the Terran calendar, at least. (She’s pretty sure.)
Pouting though he may be, she seems unmoved as she allows the trail of kisses, reveling in each brush of his lips. It feels so effortless between them, and though Gamora doesn’t know the steps to this dance – this relationship thing – it’s all continued to be very much... them. Maybe the context has changed, maybe the extent of what they share has broadened physically and otherwise, but... he still feels like her best friend. They still feel as close as before – if not more so now.
She sighs at him, like he’s asking for such absurd things, but she allows herself to lean just a bit more into his chest, reaching behind herself with the hand not in his hair, to run a palm over his flank, fingers kneading lightly, affectionately up to his hip. ]
But if I was feeling generous – what kind of hint would you want me to give you?
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[ Not by the Terran calendar, at least. (She’s pretty sure.)
Pouting though he may be, she seems unmoved as she allows the trail of kisses, reveling in each brush of his lips. It feels so effortless between them, and though Gamora doesn’t know the steps to this dance – this relationship thing – it’s all continued to be very much... them. Maybe the context has changed, maybe the extent of what they share has broadened physically and otherwise, but... he still feels like her best friend. They still feel as close as before – if not more so now.
She sighs at him, like he’s asking for such absurd things, but she allows herself to lean just a bit more into his chest, reaching behind herself with the hand not in his hair, to run a palm over his flank, fingers kneading lightly, affectionately up to his hip. ]
But if I was feeling generous – what kind of hint would you want me to give you?