Post movie drabbles and maybe connected series of Gamora and Peter.

This chapter: Peter and Gamora left alone on night shift, on cockpit of the Milano.

Because I ship this like Damn fedex. In later chapters violence, and more profanity and maybe one day it will transition to M. *shrugs* We will see!

The Star Lord couldn't help but stare, as the galaxy seemed to reflect off her green skin and add an extra shine to the contour of her cheeks.

His brain coursing fantasy through his body as Gamora peered back at the vast galaxy in front of them with a sharp judging expression.

Stop staring Peter…

His mind shot back at his dreamy state, as her appearance captivated him.

Peter had grown a little soft under her presence, the lust that had controlled his wild actions all his life numbed into something like affection.

How he hated what she was doing to him.

Turning his mind to mush, with lovey dovey bitch thoughts, how else could he explain the desire of being with this woman until the world imploded on them both?

Peter forced his gaze off Gamora and instead gripped the steering wheel tighter to distract him.

The worst part about it was the stupidest idea that he could be in love with her drilled deep into his conscious. Mentally the womanizer cursed himself and pulses the lyrics to "I'm not in love" through his thoughts.

Discreetly he readjusted his pants, and popped up the collar to his iconic red jacket humming softly.

Ugh, why did they leave him alone with her?

Rocket watched the poor man cave into the inevitable abyss of attraction and compassion, while laughing his ass off. Drax observed the way Peter had no resistance to Gamora's requests, melting under her orders like a child. And no matter how Peter attempted to seem unfazed by Gamora's subtle touches he always whined inside once the comfort of her hand left his skin.

They knew, he could tell.

Even Groot.

They taunted him when the woman was not around, and joked constantly. Peter always grumbling and insisting that he had gotten his fix of women on the last planet they had visited although he had not, and was more than capable of attaining one.

How have you turned me into such a little bitch?

"Hey Gamora…"

The assassin turned her head to look back at the half terran, and the superior expression softened a tinge almost tender. The change of expression causing him to swallow hard, and smirk back to the green skinned woman who pursued her lips, rolling her eyes.

"Yes Peter?"

When Gamora spoke it was not as monotone, it had a hint of emotion and a more feminine tone. Quill leaned forward in his orange seat tapping on autopilot, before leaning back and propping his feet on the dash.

"Have I ever told ya that you make me feel particularly heroic?"

This comment made her scoff and return to her cold exterior, disappointed by the stupidity of his words. Although she refused to admit it she hoped the man had something more important to say. And that a strange blossoming attachment to the thief had started in her chest lately. Gamora disregarded the emotions as an odd bond, in which she had never felt.

"Shut up Peter."

The deadliest woman brushed off the shudders of unknown want from her chest when she saw Peter, and blamed the jealousy of other women near the Star Lord as friendly protectiveness. But, Gamora knew that beings don't get possessive of their companions that way. So whatever the feeling was she must crush it, since it started to make her long to kiss and hold him.

Any feeling of that sort was not healthy for the idiotic man, but she couldn't stop it.

And it was even worse when they were left alone, the longing for touch and promise fuzzing her train of thought. Gamora scowled at his handsome smirk, turning back to the view of the stars through the windshield of the Milano.

There was a moment of silence between them before Peter leaned across the dash again to poke her and leapt back before she could react.

The green assassin gasped at the touch, before deepening her glare and holding in her laughter.

Peter beamed back at her, breaking her serious expression as the two guardians began laughing uncontrollably. Gamora still shocked at how the man could get her to loosen up with little to no effort.

But, as Peter watched her laugh he became entranced and fell silent. Gamora noticing the lack of his laughter with hers also grew quiet. The man's brown eyes bore into hers and she furrowed her brows to him.

"…What."

It was a defensive little bark that left her throat and she glanced away, knowing he had not stopped looking at her. Peter cringed internally as "Fooled Around and Fell in love" played softly in the background and he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth.

"You're beautiful, you know that Gamora."

The hushed intensity of his words caused a shiver to run along her spine and Gamora immediately became defensive at the feeling. Blushing she knew she had to drive distance between them.

Leaping from her seat she pounced onto Peter knife drawn, his hands flying up in defense and he scrambled back in the seat.

"What are you trying to imply Peter?!"

The woman now splayed over his body, made Peter chuckle a little nervously but he did not feel threatened. Instead his attention was on the very obvious pressure of her knee in between his legs. The whole event made Peter clench his teeth and thank the heavens for the slight bagginess of his pants.

"Good Lord Gamora, it's just a compliment."

The knife lowered from his neck as her plump lips made an "o" shape. Now a little unnerved at their closeness Gamora stepped back sitting on the dashboard, blocking his view of the various screens. Compliments were a rarity for her, and coming from Quill it made an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach.

"Th-Thank you…"

Quill knew that he had finally had a noticeable effect on Gamora, and a grin of triumph grew across his face, as he rubbed his faint beard.

"You know I think you do that just to be close to me."

And although his cheek stung for the next hour he had a satisfied smug smirk across his features all evening long.