[ He falls quiet for a moment, appreciating the way her fingers briefly card through his hair, the way her touch lingers as it trails down and down and down. He's lost in it for a second, as though trying to predict where she might trail, but he comes back to himself soon enough. ]
Just— anything.
[ Panted out, the sound of his voice nearly lost in the white noise of the water hitting the tile.
But he doubts Gamora's going to accept that answer, and he makes a quick decision: ]
Your hand.
[ Because that seems the most expedient, if he's honest. And blowjobs in the shower sound great, up until your knees are met with unyielding tile and water is getting into your nose and someone slips and bangs their head—
Let's not discuss how much personal experience Peter has on that front. ]
no subject
Just— anything.
[ Panted out, the sound of his voice nearly lost in the white noise of the water hitting the tile.
But he doubts Gamora's going to accept that answer, and he makes a quick decision: ]
Your hand.
[ Because that seems the most expedient, if he's honest. And blowjobs in the shower sound great, up until your knees are met with unyielding tile and water is getting into your nose and someone slips and bangs their head—
Let's not discuss how much personal experience Peter has on that front. ]