☆ Peter Quill ☆ Oneshots/Imagines

Me Too

Peter watched as you crossed the ship, tossing a wrench to Rocket and asking Groot if he had cleaned his room yet. When Groot spat back something that had you stopping and giving him a hard glare, the sentient tree seized what he was doing and got up to go to his room. Peter chuckled and you turned to him with a soft smile before departing to your own quarters. He moved from the chair he was sitting on and thought about following you, but he wasn't quite sure if he could or should. It wasn't like the two of you were exactly 'lovers', but he knew it wasn't just friendship going on either. Sighing, Peter, against his better judgement, made his way to your room.

When he got to the door, he went to knock, but stopped himself.

"Get yourself together, jackass," Peter grumbled, again attempting to knock, but coming up short. "What the hell's wrong with you? She's a chick. Just a chick who kicks ass and looks damn good doing it.."

Running a hand through his hair, Peter finally knocked and put his best smirk on just as you opened the door, book in hand.

"Hey Pete, what's up?"

"Oh..nothing, just wanted to see what you were doing," he explained, giving a quick glance into your room.

You laughed and opened the door fully. "Wanna come in?"

"You look busy."

"I was just reading," you said, moving aside for him to enter.

Sensing something was up, you asked if everything was alright.

"Yeah, yea," Peter smiled, but he just stood there in the middle of your room, looking a bit lost and it was a sight.

Closing your book, you tossed it on the bed and sat on the edge. "Spill it, Peter. You're being weird."

The man tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged lightly. You held back a smile and waited, because you knew what was bothering him, because it was bothering you too. It was all in the air, are we or aren't we? Friends or more than friends? Full blown relationship shit or just having fun? Frankly, you were okay with it all if it involved having Peter in your day to day life, but a part of you wouldn't mind more.

More naked Peter?

Why yes, please.

"Peter."

"Huh?"

You laughed and stood up, making your way to him. His eyes settled on yours and his body relaxed when you brought a hand to his shoulder.

"Me too," you said.

Peter's eyebrows furrowed in confusion until it hit him and he grinned.

"So it's not just me?"

"No," you admitted, sliding both arms around his neck. "I want to know too. So what do you think? More than friends?"

"Lovers," he blurted out and you laughed, nodding your head in agreement.

"I like the sound of that, Peter Quill."

Pressing a kiss onto your forehead, Peter pulled you into an embrace and sighed in relief.

"Yeah, me too. Plus that means seeing you naked more often."

"It sure does."