[ Gamora makes it easy to discard her shirt, lifting her arms and allowing him to bare her as he likes. Most of the time, she doesn't bother with a bra (no real need, and her clothing preference tends to mean she's wearing something tight, anyway), and today is no exception.
She shifts her weight, resettles in his lap as his hands run across skin, and were she willing to focus on it, she'd be amused by the contrast between them. Pale against green, broad palms that smooth over deceptively petite curves; Gamora is lithe next to Peter's breadth, but every inch of her is lean, deadly muscle, strength that shouldn't be underestimated.
(Somewhere, she recognizes that as something she appreciates about Peter: he never diminishes her capabilities.)
But with her naked form comes the scars, delicate lines of silver that follow bone structure in intricate patterns – hard and metallic when compared to her natural skin. She doesn't think much of them anymore, after so many years spent living with their reality, but she doesn't show this much to Peter usually; being this exposed in front of him is just as new as the rest of their exploration. ]
Well?
[ ... which is, apparently, Gamora's version of "do you like what you see?" It's also partially curiosity, wondering what similarities she might share with Terran women, and then realizing... that might not matter to Peter, given how he's grown in space. ]
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She shifts her weight, resettles in his lap as his hands run across skin, and were she willing to focus on it, she'd be amused by the contrast between them. Pale against green, broad palms that smooth over deceptively petite curves; Gamora is lithe next to Peter's breadth, but every inch of her is lean, deadly muscle, strength that shouldn't be underestimated.
(Somewhere, she recognizes that as something she appreciates about Peter: he never diminishes her capabilities.)
But with her naked form comes the scars, delicate lines of silver that follow bone structure in intricate patterns – hard and metallic when compared to her natural skin. She doesn't think much of them anymore, after so many years spent living with their reality, but she doesn't show this much to Peter usually; being this exposed in front of him is just as new as the rest of their exploration. ]
Well?
[ ... which is, apparently, Gamora's version of "do you like what you see?" It's also partially curiosity, wondering what similarities she might share with Terran women, and then realizing... that might not matter to Peter, given how he's grown in space. ]