[ The way he grips her, the tone of his voice – at first, she's worried she's crossed a line, something that he doesn't want. But... it also didn't exactly seem like he's trying to stop.
Gamora's fingers brush along his collar and the skin beneath his shirt, a little higher to trace his throat. ]
Should I stop?
[ In order to illustrate what she means, she moves again, rolls her hips – carefully, testing instead of mercilessly teasing. ]
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Gamora's fingers brush along his collar and the skin beneath his shirt, a little higher to trace his throat. ]
Should I stop?
[ In order to illustrate what she means, she moves again, rolls her hips – carefully, testing instead of mercilessly teasing. ]