And then, when his hands start wandering, "Peter."

He pulls back, looking incredibly aroused, but his eyes are filled with concern.

"Sorry, sorry, too far?" He asks, already starting to move away, cause he was so scared of messing this up with her.

The taking things slow approach wasn't exactly his strong suit. The last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable.

He starts pulling away even further, but Gamora's arms tighten around him, the hand on the back of his neck increasing its pressure in the firm hold she had on him to keep him where he was. Refusing to release him.

"No," she tells him. "I was just moaning your name."

"Oh." He blinks. "Oh."

He thought just now that his name was some sort of warning. But no. That wasn't apprehension, that was appreciation. Oh.

Deciding that he's taking entirely too long, Gamora threads her fingers in his hair and guides his lips back to hers.

AN: So I guess I'm hosting Starmora Week this year (it'll be taking place at the end of September). Head over to starmoraweek2019 on tumblr to see the prompts and guidelines-
starmoraweek2019 . tumblr .com