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When Soren kisses her, Mar-Vell knows she shouldn’t be kissing Soren back. It’s not for any of the reasons the people she’d once called hers would be horrified if they could see her now - no, she can’t do this with anyone . She pulls herself sharply away from Soren, pushing down the pang of longing that’s risen inside her as she knows how to do all too well. Feelings are still a distraction, and this, this is more than she deserves -
There’s hurt in Soren’s eyes. “I can take another form if that makes you more comfortable.”
“It’s not that.” Mar-Vell is far from put off by Soren’s green skin or her pointed ears, certainly not by her kind green eyes - but that couldn’t matter less. There are too many reasons why not, and Soren’s words, after everything, under circumstances like these just make guilt twist harder inside her. “But I just - I can’t. And I certainly could never ask you to - to repay me or whatever this is about - “
“Repay you?” Soren says. “Don’t you think I need this too?”
Maybe Mar-Vell can let herself have this. At least she won’t have to lie to Soren, like she would with anyone else.
She leans in, expecting Soren to kiss her again - but instead she pulls Mar-Vell close and presses Mar-Vell’s forehead against her own, and this isn’t something Mar-Vell knows how to react to - she knows it means something for Skrulls, but she isn’t completely sure exactly what, and it’s not something anyone’s ever done with her before, certainly not back home -
But something makes her lean into it, closing her eyes and breathing out slowly and shakily as she wraps an arm around Soren's shoulder, gripping the fabric of her tunic as if she’s not letting go anytime soon.