☆ Peter Quill ☆ Oneshots/Imagines

Imagine kissing Peter Quill for the first time

You stood in front of the large viewing window, ignoring whatever Rocket was doing in the background. Groot was on your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the large bright planet down below. It was a pit stop to fill up on fuel and get everyone to stretch their legs a little, but you didn't feel like it. If anything, you just wanted some time alone - specifically time alone with Peter. It had been weeks of weird vibes and awkward movements around each other. The two of you nearly kissed a week ago, when the Milano had hit some heavy turbulence, sending you crashing into Peter's chest. He had caught you by the waist, helped you keep steady. Then his moss colored eyes looked right into yours, his head inched toward you and your lips were ready. And that was when Drax interrupted with a harsh laugh and a dried observation about how it looked like the two of you were about to kiss. "So disgusting! You are too good for Quill, Y/N! He is but a slimy Terran who beds many equally promiscuous woman." After that, the moment was crushed and brushed off.

"Will you pick your crap up, Rocket!"

You laughed at the sound of Peter's annoyance behind you and told Groot to help his friend.

"I am Groot."

"I know you didn't make the mess, just go help."

Kneeling you set Groot down and watched him trudge over to Rocket, where the two immediately started to argue. Peter smirked as you got up and meet his gaze, you shied away and walked back to the window, but you felt his eyes on you.

"Alright guys, we're docked. Head out with Drax and Gamora, I'll meet you guys on the ground."

"I am Groot."

"Nah, Y/N's staying with Peter," Rocket interjected.

"I am Groot."

"I dunno if they're gonna kiss, Groot. I bet Quill doesn't have the balls," Rocket laughed obnoxiously.

Peter groaned and reminded Rocket he was standing right there. "I know, I ain't blind. Come on, Groot. Later, Y/N."

Finally turning, you said bye to the pair and lifted your gaze to Peter, who was standing there sheepishly.

"Music?"

"Sure," you answered quietly, nerves filling your every cell. Looking Glass' 'Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)' came on and Peter knew it was your favorite, because he walked over to you with a huge grin.

"Come here," he held out a hand and when you took it, his grip pulled you to his body. You let out a nervous chuckle and slipped your arms around his neck. His hands rested on your waist, warm and gentle - as if he was handling a delicate treasure.

"That trash panda is wrong," Peter protested, letting his hands slip up your back. "I do have balls."

You laughed and patted his chest. "I'm sure you do, Peter Quill."

"Just wanted to clarify," he shrugged with a playfully smile, but then his smile slowly faded and he stopped moving.

This was it.

You absentmindedly licked your lips and Peter smirked. Cupping your face with his large hands, you sighed in clarity and pure relief.

This was it.

It was as if time had stood still as Peter brought his head closer to yours. No Drax to interrupt the moment, no Rocket spitting out his snide, yet funny comments.

It was just Peter and you, finally alone.

His eyes searched yours for any reservations, but all he found was what he had been looking for all his life. A place to call home, his very own Brandy.

So Peter Quill kissed you for the first time, his lips crashed against yours and nothing ever felt so right. And boy did it pack a punch.

When the two of you finally parted, if only to breathe - you shared a private chuckle and Peter yanked you closer to him. Resting his chin on your shoulder, Peter swayed you back and forth to the music - singing softly into your ear, "Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea."

Grinning, you played with the curly hair on the nape of his neck and sighed contently. If this wasn't the life, then you weren't sure what was.