aubergines | ( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

[It's supposed to be a quick job. Grab a thing, head to the buyer, get some units, and go out to eat. Oh and stop anyone evil along the way. It's a nice balance between duty and trying not to starve to death. The trouble is they stick out like a sore thumb as a group. It's down to her and Peter to finish this... as a married couple.

She'd be more upset if she didn't see the logic in it. Drax is too honest, Groot and Rocket are half the reason they can't blend in, and people will draw the conclusion anyways upon seeing them. They may as well roll with it.]

Try to keep up, beloved.

[ he hates the way this is getting to him, how his heart pounds when she calls him 'beloved' and how he's absolutely positive she can hear it. but he does lengthen his stride, swallowing his fears and telling himself it's for the objective when he grabs onto her hand. it's softer than he remembers and he doesn't have to fake the way his thumb immediately strokes over the back of it with affection. ] I have a long torso, dearest. Whereas your legs...

[ god why is he talking about her legs, now he's looking at them. he has to clear his throat and face forward again, shaking his head and finishing the statement meekly. ] Go on forever.

[ peter lets out a little breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding onto and does a better job of cellotaping himself to her side. it's a mixture of relief and quiet panic whenever they get near each other, and lately it's been happening more and more. ]

[She smiles in spite of herself when he strokes the back of her hand. Gamora can't decide if it's endearing or frustrating that he's struggling with this. She remembers her parents being more at ease. Maybe people will chalk it up to eagerness on Peter's part. Maybe they'll think they are newly married if they even think twice about them at all.] Let's hope the children take after me.

[She smirks. That was terrible of her, but if he's using this as an excuse to check out her legs then she's allowed to tease him.]

[ children. he actually freezes, dropping her hand after his own gets clammy. he's getting tunnel vision -- all because she's teasing him. he knows she is, but it's still getting under his skin, which he supposes is the point. oh well, what sells marriage more than bickering in public right? ]

I won't fight about this again, love muffin. [ peter crosses his arms across his chest and walks a little apart from her now, vision skirting around her face but never settling in for eye contact. he's good at acting upset; he's had a lot of experience to draw from. ] You know I can't... I would if I could, you know I want to.

[ he scrunches up his face. ] You said it didn't make me any less of a man, but here you are! Always calling me out on something beyond my control.

[ there, gamora. how's that for drama? amusement is sparkling in the corner of his eye, but to the casual observer he's definitely having a scene all his own right here in the street. ]

[She glances away from him which could be taken as shame. Look at the new bride picking on her poor, put upon husband. She regrets it clearly. Really Gamora is trying hard not to laugh. She can't lecture him about blending in and subtlety when the act is hilarious.]

Let's not make a scene, dear. [She offers up a pacifying smile, moving to catch his hand in hers.] It's a nice day.

[ maybe before he knew her, he wouldn't have known about the smile she's hiding. he tries to ignore, too, the renewed clammering of his heart when she grabs his hand again. it's the same as before, he doesn't hesitate to lace their fingers, knocking his shoulder gently into hers as they walk. he glances down at his shoes before seeming to concede the point. children can be discussed another day; one that isn't so sunny maybe. that's what marriage is about right? compromise. ]

I guess it's not terrible. [ he looks over at her, expression capturing the joy of the adventure as he brings her hand up to his face and ghosts his lips across the back. ]

[Gamora smiles a little more fondly than she should under the circumstances. His joy is infectious. For a mercenary job meant to keep food on the table, this is turning out to be surprisingly fun. It's almost like a game to see who can top the other.] Of course it's not. We're together, dearest.

[ he bites his lip, totally not having to fake the bashfulness. he forgets how perfectly gamora can fake it, at times. because when it's her real emotions, she doesn't know how to deal with them. it makes this exercize both strangely satisfying and completely foreign. like he's with a totally different person and he doesn't necessarily like that feeling. he likes gamora for her emotionally stilted self. but of course it's hard to resist to one-up her too. he's nothing if not competitive, especially with his friends.

he drops their hands to wrap his arm around her waist, reeling her in close while they walk. on a wim he leans in and presses a soft kiss against her cheek. ] Do you remember what I said to you on our wedding day? [ he asks, close to her ear. ] I told you nothing bad could happen so long as we were together.

[Gamora purses her lip at the kiss. She can deal with the contact. It's not like she ever refrains from it normally. Gentle touches are how she conveys how she cares. It's not uncommon for her to put a hand on someone's back or to linger close when someone questionable comes around. This feels different.

She still refuses to break character though. She smiles confidently.] As I recall, it was because I had this.

[She pats her holstered sword affectionately.] You needn't worry, dear husband. Your wife is still ready to jump to your defense at a moment's notice.

[ god, she's smug. it's hard not to find it sexy as hell even when it's 100% at his expense. or his character's -- either way. his grin is wide and stupid when he gets to his response. ] You take way too much pleasure in emasculating me, honeybear.

[She does take great pleasure in it. Gamora makes no effort to hide it.] And your nicknames for me are ridiculous. We all have our faults, dear. It is only that mine are more attractive than yours.

[Who doesn't want a swordswoman protecting them??]

Well... it's hard to argue with that. [ he tips his head against hers in a transparently affectionate way, knowing it can't be slipping her notice how much he's actually enjoying this rather than just playing house. ]

[It hasn't, but she won't trouble herself over it. Playing this part comes much easier to her than being the lackey of a genocidal maniac and she was quite convincing at that one. Still if Gamora were more self-aware, she'd be concerned about the fact that aside from silly names this isn't a stretch for her. Right now she is carefully avoiding that awful fate and sticking to the task at hand.]

Then let's not. Instead you can get something for me. [They are here for a job technically speaking. It's not all fun and cute nicknames!!]

Anything for you, lovel-- oh. [ she means the thing. the thing they're here for. he nods, placing another kiss against her temple before carefully pulling away to get in position. ]

[Gamora rolls her eyes and heads to her spot. She'll be ready to knock in heads as necessary.]

( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

peter quill ✫ gotg ✫ ota

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