[ She needed this. She needed it, and she didn't even know it, because she'd been shut off from this piece of herself for so long. But here, she can be swept away in the moment, in Peter, and this is just one more instance of Gamora getting to be... Gamora. It feels like her sexuality was yet another part of herself that Thanos stripped away, forced into the role of weaponry, but no more. She's this, here with Peter, connected in every possible way, and she can't think of anywhere else she'd rather be.
The sounds of their breathing, of skin sliding against skin, moans and gasps and snippets of words— Gamora's senses are overwhelmed. Pleasure sparks through her with every point of contact, and the longer he fucks her, the more intense that electricity becomes. ]
Peter—
[ Gasped against his ear, higher, needier, as she detaches one hand from his shoulders, slipping between their bodies to find where they're joined. She rolls her clit with a somewhat less-practiced touch, but that doesn't seem to matter much as her muscles tighten around his cock with each jolt through her system. ]
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The sounds of their breathing, of skin sliding against skin, moans and gasps and snippets of words— Gamora's senses are overwhelmed. Pleasure sparks through her with every point of contact, and the longer he fucks her, the more intense that electricity becomes. ]
Peter—
[ Gasped against his ear, higher, needier, as she detaches one hand from his shoulders, slipping between their bodies to find where they're joined. She rolls her clit with a somewhat less-practiced touch, but that doesn't seem to matter much as her muscles tighten around his cock with each jolt through her system. ]
Harder—