i’m not stressed
my first contribution for starmora
summary: gamora’s real stressed and peter convinces her into taking a bath and relax. fluff ensues!!
likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated! hope you enjoy!! thanks @gamoraspeter for helping me find little errors!!
There are many things going on for the Guardians. They are stationed at Xandar, preparing for a much bigger mission Nova Corps had enlisted their help for. All the while, Gamora is going through the holo, documents scattered everywhere on the screen of many other good and bad ideas they’ve thought of, putting the least important ones on the back burner. Her eyes are tired, slightly bloodshot as she has been at this a good chunk of the evening. She sighs, knowing she’s burning the midnight oil when she should be resting in preparation for this weekend. But god knows, no one else is going to do this.
In the background, soft music plays. She notices Peter tends to put on a softer tunes as the night falls. ‘To settle in for the night,’ something he mentioned in passing a while back. Normally, she wouldn’t complain, but the quiet lyrics are making her already heavy eyes heavier. If it weren’t for Rocket and Peter arguing over weaponry, Gamora is certain she could tip over then and there.
A sudden “people are trying to get some sleep here!” from Kraglin was heard from his quarters, which promptly cut off their pointless argument.
Gamora hears unintelligible cursing and grumbling from the two of them, and a quiet ‘we’ll settle this tomorrow’ from Quill.
She gazes over for a brief second and watches as the both of them disperse in exasperation before returning her attention to the screen. She exits out of the many tabs, lowering her sore arm while they close out. A deep exhale, and she brings up the documents and map for the upcoming mission.
“You should take a break,” Peter says from behind her.
“I’m okay,” she argues in return.
He sighs. “You’re not a machine - you need your rest.”
Gamora goes quiet, unsure of how to respond to the machine thing. Her and Peter have acknowledged their feelings for a while now, but still, such kind words pulled her heart in an unfamiliar way. It hurts, but in a good way - is the best way to describe it.
“We have spent many sleepless nights over other things. I think I can handle staring at a screen and getting some plans down for a few more hours.”
Suddenly, his hand slips around her waist. She doesn’t flinch, instead leaning into his touch, finding comfort from the small gesture. His lips brush against the top of her head before settling against her ear. Gamora shudders ever so slightly at the warmth of his breath.
“Take a bath with me,” he mumbles softly.