[ Complaining is fairly low on her list of priorities, and Gamora intends to bask in the attention as Peter offers it. She's never truly allowed any of her partners to discover her body, always taken full control as long as she needed to for the sake of whatever task she was accomplishing – be it murder, information-gathering, or otherwise. If she held the reins, the encounter was hers, no matter how little interest she may have had in it. She chose what she allowed, and somehow that made it easier to ply marks with her body in the same manner she would wield a sword.
Her breathing stutters at the light scrape of teeth, and she realizes she's far more sensitive than she'd previously anticipated. Maybe it's because she's truly allowing herself to enjoy what Peter's doing or that she's already so aroused from the kissing, the groping, from seeing Peter moan for her. Whatever the case, she practically squirms under him as he moves to her previously neglected breast, a softer moan leaving her as her fingers reflexively tighten and release – ostensibly continuing to telegraph what she likes. The right flick, the perfect pressure makes her grab at his curls before reminding herself to ease back all over again. ]
Peter.
[ Just his name at the same pitch as that quieter moan; it's gentler, a fraction – a flicker – of vulnerability. ]
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Her breathing stutters at the light scrape of teeth, and she realizes she's far more sensitive than she'd previously anticipated. Maybe it's because she's truly allowing herself to enjoy what Peter's doing or that she's already so aroused from the kissing, the groping, from seeing Peter moan for her. Whatever the case, she practically squirms under him as he moves to her previously neglected breast, a softer moan leaving her as her fingers reflexively tighten and release – ostensibly continuing to telegraph what she likes. The right flick, the perfect pressure makes her grab at his curls before reminding herself to ease back all over again. ]
Peter.
[ Just his name at the same pitch as that quieter moan; it's gentler, a fraction – a flicker – of vulnerability. ]