[ It's almost ticklish, the way her touch roves up his chest, and he watches as she drops another kiss at the heel of his palm.
With his hand still resting against her cheek, he gently tugs her forward again, claiming her lips with his. His kiss is gentler, this time, though no less heated – it's just tempered by his split attention, waiting for her reaction, offering her the chance to back out, if she wants.
He knows he's being overly cautious, considering Gamora has yet to give him any reason to feel cautious, and has, in fact, given him every sign that she's sure of this, that she wants this as much as he does – or almost as much. He's not sure. But at this point, he's not willing to make a mistake. ]
no subject
With his hand still resting against her cheek, he gently tugs her forward again, claiming her lips with his. His kiss is gentler, this time, though no less heated – it's just tempered by his split attention, waiting for her reaction, offering her the chance to back out, if she wants.
He knows he's being overly cautious, considering Gamora has yet to give him any reason to feel cautious, and has, in fact, given him every sign that she's sure of this, that she wants this as much as he does – or almost as much. He's not sure. But at this point, he's not willing to make a mistake. ]