[ Where months ago, she would have balked at being so close to someone, now, she melts into him. A hand on her neck should alarm her, should immediately have her on high alert, but it doesn't. She isn't lost in the moment or some music, isn't distracted when she lets him close, and instead, she's allowing herself to enjoy this wholeheartedly.
And then there's that kiss. The thing that might be a kiss. It feels like a kiss, at least, and Gamora smiles with it – really and truly smiles. Because she doesn't doubt Peter's intentions anymore. There's no part of her that thinks Peter is trying to get something out of her or treat her like one of his "waifs" – though she also distantly realizes that she can't think of any such women or men since they've been here. Maybe Peter's been subtle, but... she doesn't believe that.
She believes in this thing. This weird, unspoken-spoken thing between them that makes her heart sing and her stomach dance, and—
And it's good.
She shifts, equally tentative, until her nose brushes against his chin, and then his cheek. Lightly, gently, her lips press to his jaw.
That definitely seems more like a kiss this time. Maybe. ]
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And then there's that kiss. The thing that might be a kiss. It feels like a kiss, at least, and Gamora smiles with it – really and truly smiles. Because she doesn't doubt Peter's intentions anymore. There's no part of her that thinks Peter is trying to get something out of her or treat her like one of his "waifs" – though she also distantly realizes that she can't think of any such women or men since they've been here. Maybe Peter's been subtle, but... she doesn't believe that.
She believes in this thing. This weird, unspoken-spoken thing between them that makes her heart sing and her stomach dance, and—
And it's good.
She shifts, equally tentative, until her nose brushes against his chin, and then his cheek. Lightly, gently, her lips press to his jaw.
That definitely seems more like a kiss this time. Maybe. ]