Gamora | Peter
He was right about that, she could be more comfortable and she was when she slid into his jacket. Safe wasn't the right word, Gamora always felt safe, she was good at looking after herself. But it was heavier than anything she might wear herself, bigger and touched more of her. It was almost like being held by something, something that smelled of him. "I am more comfortable," Gamora told him.
Peter was looking at her again and Gamora realized it was the first time she'd seen him without the jacket on. His arms were surprisingly large, strong looking and she liked it, that was a pleasing feature and she felt that warm tug in her stomach.
The movie was going to start and Gamora shuffled onto her ass and paused before the moved closer. Close enough that the knife at her thigh pressed to the side of his leg. "Have you seen this movie?" Gamora asked him before she lifted the bottle up to her mouth to take a sip.