Gamora | Peter
Gamora didn't have to try to figure out what he might be thinking, or go by the way his eyes lingered on her legs. No because Peter went and just said things. Which was a relief really because Gamora kind of needed that boost to her confidence. Oh sure she knew he liked how she looked, his pupils dilated when he looked at her and everything. But her effort to be movie on a blanket appropriate hadn't been for nothing.
She sank down into the free spot, sitting back on her feet with her knees on the blanket. Gamora would settle in bit by bit, she wasn't ready to lounge back like some of the other people. It was kind of nice to think this was new, there weren't expectations on her to do it right because it was the first time.
The two beers and everything set out was really quite sweet and so unlike anything she'd ever imagined herself having. It wasn't like she was unfamiliar with relationships of all kind, when she got an itch she found someone to scratch it, but even then she kept her distance mentally. But there was no distance here from Peter. "I like doing something with you for the first time for both of us," Gamora said.