Spending a Rainy Night on a Desolate Moon with Peter Quill || Marvel Ambience [Read Desc!]

↫Story↬ Story written by me! For more stories like these, check me out on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kaila_Fa... …………… A steady rain pounds against the hull of the ship you’re laying in, quietly pondering over the events of the last few weeks… months even. They’d been absolute chaos, but, without them, you know for certain you wouldn’t be where you are now - actually out of the rain, physically and mentally. Sighing to yourself, you turn against the thin yet comfortable mattress you’d spent countless nights on now, a familiarly comforting scent lingering against the sheets. Who would’ve figured a mere few weeks would have you falling head over heels for- “Man, you wouldn’t believe what they charge for fuel out here! I might actually lose money on this job!” Heavy, quick and purposeful footsteps against metal pull you from your thoughts, blinking a few times as a rather damp looking Peter Quill comes to a halt at your bedside, a slight grin tugging at the edges of his lips. Shedding his damp outer clothes and making quick work of bundling a fresh pair in his arms, disappearing and reappearing mere seconds later, you wordlessly pull yourself to a sitting position, your hands gently being grasped in his as you’re pulled into his chest in an embrace, your side making brief contact with one of his most precious items, always seemingly to be secured to his belt. “I have yet to ask,” You begin, tone wavering slightly as Peter’s stubble brushes against your cheek. “Why’s this so important to you?” The man holding you close offers a small smile, seeming to be pondering something over before sending the pair of you tumbling against the thin mattress, his sudden movements earning a surprised huff from you. Though as you both settle in and the usual comforting melodies of his favorite Earth music fill the atmosphere, the one who calls himself Star-Lord sighs heavily, rolling on his side to face you, a rather solemn expression gracing his features. “My Mother gave it to me. My Mom liked sharing with me all the pop songs that she loved growing up. I had it on me when I was… The day that she… When I left Earth.” Offering a tiny smile of reassurance, you urge him to continue. “What do you do with it?” “Do? Nothin’. You listen to it. Or you can dance.” You raise an eyebrow quizzically, laughter bubbling in your throat. “I can’t say I’ve ever danced. Nor do I think I want to.” “Really,” Peter protests, an excited glimmer igniting in his gaze as he continues. “Well, on my planet, there’s a legend about people like you. It’s called Footloose. And in it, a great hero named Kevin Bacon, teaches an entire city of people with sticks up their butts that dancing… it’s the greatest thing there is.” Pete’s voice fades amongst the sounds of the music and the rain… and is that distant thunder? As the pair of you simply lay in comfort, enjoying the moment that’s so graciously descended upon you. And as time stretches on, you find yourself beginning to drift on the hands of sleep, their fingers grasping at the thin fabric of the shirt you wear. They also seem to be getting to your lover, his gaze glistening and heavy with fatigue, a lazy grin upon his features as his arms wrap around your torso, pulling your smaller form closer to him. “When are we gonna do something about this unspoken thing between us?” Peter’s breath tickles your cheek and ear, a fatigued blush spreading across your skin, a certain feigned defensiveness burning within you. “What unspoken thing?” “This,” He explains, tone lowering, lips growing closer to your sensitive skin. “Cheers, Sam and Diane… a guy and a girl on a TV show who dig each other… but never say it because if they do, the ratings would go down… sort of thing.” “There’s no unspoken thing,” You breathe, unable to even formulate any sort of further reply, your emotions running far too wild for you to tame. “Well, it’s a catch-22, because if you said it, then it would be spoken… and you would be a liar. So, by not saying it… you are telling the truth, and admitting that there is,” Peter concludes, a satisfied smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. Lips that meet yours in a rather haphazard goodnight kiss, the rain, thunder and music continuing to lull you deeper, knowing right well that with a man like Peter Quill by your side, you’ll be safe for the night. …………… Please see the pinned comment for the remainder of the description (note about ads, my socials and more!) #guardiansofthegalaxy #ambience #peterquill