𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓥𝓔𝓛 | 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

Peter Quill >> Cold hands

Pairing: Peter Quill x reader
Summary: After a successful mission the reader goes to relax at the communal living however their boyfriend comes in covered in snow with other plans

Y/N POV:
Laying down with a sigh I felt comfort warm my body. We just completed a brutal mission in the mountains of a planet and all I needed right now was some warmth and sleep even if it had to be in the living room.

Groot passed me by and passed me a warm pair of gloves that I accepted gratefully. The door swished open as my boyfriend walked in, grinning at me mischievously. I rolled my eyes thinking he was about to prank someone or break some bad news.

However he took off his reddish gloves and sat down by my legs.
"You know how much I love you right?"
He questioned. I nodded a 'yes' as he paused.
"So if I do something a bit kiddish right now. You promise you won't get upset?"

I looked up at him confused before he turned to me and put his cold hands over my face. I let out a squeal from the drastic change in temperature and began clawing at his hands to get them off to no avail.

I heard him laugh slightly as I used all my might push him off the sofa as I had rocket pass me a snowball he had just gathered.

Leaning over the sofa I grabbed the hem of his jacket and then his shirt and shoved all the snow down it with a savage cackle. He let out a loud scream as he wriggled around the floor, desperately trying to get it out of his clothes. I leant back as he flew to his feet and began throwing off his jacket and doing a strange dance like movement to get it off.

Me and Rocket just sat there and cackled wickedly at the sight.
"That's what you get for attacking me with your cold hands!" I breathed through the laughter as he looked knowingly at me.