[ He bites down on his first impulse to make a joke.
(Do you mean the sex? he wants to ask. Because don’t worry – there’s gonna be a lot more where that came from.)
There’s more to it than Gamora’s saying, he knows, though god knows if he’d ever be able to figure it out on his own. This doesn’t feel like something he can easily joke about – not without Gamora clamming up in a way that sets them back again, or in a way that’d make her feel embarrassed or vulnerable.
So instead, he shifts back just enough to press a kiss to the center of her forehead, his hand running soothingly up and down her back. ]
no subject
(Do you mean the sex? he wants to ask. Because don’t worry – there’s gonna be a lot more where that came from.)
There’s more to it than Gamora’s saying, he knows, though god knows if he’d ever be able to figure it out on his own. This doesn’t feel like something he can easily joke about – not without Gamora clamming up in a way that sets them back again, or in a way that’d make her feel embarrassed or vulnerable.
So instead, he shifts back just enough to press a kiss to the center of her forehead, his hand running soothingly up and down her back. ]
Anything for you.