This is the exact last thing he expected, which is why he makes a muffled noise, equal parts surprise and protest. He was probably trying to say, "Maya?!" before the word was lost.
His hands hover over her shoulders without touching, but he's-- he's pretty sure he should push her off. That would be the right thing to do. The gentlemanly thing. Because he's going to fuck this up. He's gonna break her heart. He's most assuredly going to ruin the one of the extremely few good thing he's got going in Haven. He's--
He's--
He's really fucking missed this.
Before he realizes what he's doing, he's pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around to keep her in place, and-- decision made, it seems? ]
[ Something in her chest untwists when he pulls her close, when he kisses her back. She thought for sure he was going to shove her away.
One of her hands grips the fabric of his shirt, and the other tangles in his hair, and she doesn't dare break this kiss. If she does, he might push her away again, he might tell her this is a bad idea. She wants everything to be okay for as long as it can be. ]
[ Okay, just a second or two more of this. After that, he's going to pull her away (gently), let her down easy. Remind her that he's really not boyfriend material, that he's not the sort of person you can bring home to Mom and Dad, that he's just going to hurt her--
... Maybe just. A few more seconds.
-- Okay. Okay, a few more seconds is up, so go on, Quill. Break the kiss.
Peter makes a small, needy noise at the back of his throat.
[ Maya breaks away for only the barest of seconds- just long enough to shift around and straddle his hips- then she's going right back in to kiss him again.
This is so stupid. They should probably talk about this, but she still feels like she needs to stave off the inevitable. ]
[ Yep. Sure. Stupid. That's exactly what this is. It's-- it's dumb, and reckless, and whenever this ends, Peter's going to feel really, really shitty about all of this.
And in those few, quick seconds when she pulls away to readjust, he does feel that surge of guilt, that nagging feeling that says, You shouldn't have done that, and then Maya's lips are on his again and relief washes through him, pulls that guilt into the undertow, and he suddenly can't remember what he was just thinking about.
Also, what the Christ? When did Maya get so good at this? ]
[ Come on now, Peter. She had a really good teacher for a while there. Nice to know she hasn't gotten rusty.
But she knows- they can't keep this up forever. Eventually they will have to stop, they'll have to have a discussion, and she'll have to brace herself for the worst.
So when she finally pulls away, it's with great reluctance. She keeps her hands on either side of his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. ] Please don't tell me that... that after all of that, you don't want this, too.
[ he makes a quiet, protesting hum when she finally pulls away, which would normally be embarrassing, but he figures, hey, cut a guy some slack, right? It's been a while.
He looks dazed, and he's definitely breathless, cheeks slightly flushed, which is why it takes him a moment or two to gather his faculties enough to register her words and to form a response more coherent than, "Ngahwha???" He swallows, nervous and unsure. ]
I-- I don't--
Listen, I really do like you -- like-like you, even -- but-- I don't know if you've thought this through enough...
Well, okay, what about the fact that I literally have no idea how a relationship-- boyfriend-girlfriend-- thing is supposed to work? I'm--
Okay. I don't mind admitting my romantic track record or whatever isn't great. I haven't been involved with anyone longer than, like, a night. So-- this? Unless you just want a one-night stand and no strings attached, this is totally out of my wheelhouse.
[ Peter is quiet for a long moment, weighing the options; trying to decide if maybe he should just-- turn her down again. (Because he can hear his little Yondu voice going fucking insane at the back of his head, can practically see the guy jumping stalking back and forth like a caged tiger, trying to scream some sense into Peter. There's a lecture in there about attachment and trust no one but your crew and other shit about clouded judgment and sloppy mistakes and getting people hurt or worse--
So it's a damn good thing Peter's been ignoring Yondu since he could fly his own ship.)
It takes a long, tedious moment, but he finally manages a small, quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile. ]
-- I mean, sure, if you wanna be logical and stuff. [ and he's trying very, very hard to keep himself from grinning, because this is-- awesome? Weirdly. In a way. ]
Mostly people just punch me when I fuck up and call it a day.
[ He feels kind of guilty about that, evidenced by the little frown that knits his eyebrows together, but she does have a point. They haven't exactly been 100% for a while. ]
I'll try to be less of a jerkoff. Promise. But we're gonna have to take some baby steps with-- us. Okay?
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This is the exact last thing he expected, which is why he makes a muffled noise, equal parts surprise and protest. He was probably trying to say, "Maya?!" before the word was lost.
His hands hover over her shoulders without touching, but he's-- he's pretty sure he should push her off. That would be the right thing to do. The gentlemanly thing. Because he's going to fuck this up. He's gonna break her heart. He's most assuredly going to ruin the one of the extremely few good thing he's got going in Haven. He's--
He's--
He's really fucking missed this.
Before he realizes what he's doing, he's pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around to keep her in place, and-- decision made, it seems? ]
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One of her hands grips the fabric of his shirt, and the other tangles in his hair, and she doesn't dare break this kiss. If she does, he might push her away again, he might tell her this is a bad idea. She wants everything to be okay for as long as it can be. ]
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... Maybe just. A few more seconds.
-- Okay. Okay, a few more seconds is up, so go on, Quill. Break the kiss.
Peter makes a small, needy noise at the back of his throat.
Goddammit, Quill. ]
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This is so stupid. They should probably talk about this, but she still feels like she needs to stave off the inevitable. ]
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And in those few, quick seconds when she pulls away to readjust, he does feel that surge of guilt, that nagging feeling that says, You shouldn't have done that, and then Maya's lips are on his again and relief washes through him, pulls that guilt into the undertow, and he suddenly can't remember what he was just thinking about.
Also, what the Christ? When did Maya get so good at this? ]
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But she knows- they can't keep this up forever. Eventually they will have to stop, they'll have to have a discussion, and she'll have to brace herself for the worst.
So when she finally pulls away, it's with great reluctance. She keeps her hands on either side of his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. ] Please don't tell me that... that after all of that, you don't want this, too.
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He looks dazed, and he's definitely breathless, cheeks slightly flushed, which is why it takes him a moment or two to gather his faculties enough to register her words and to form a response more coherent than, "Ngahwha???" He swallows, nervous and unsure. ]
I-- I don't--
Listen, I really do like you -- like-like you, even -- but-- I don't know if you've thought this through enough...
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Okay. I don't mind admitting my romantic track record or whatever isn't great. I haven't been involved with anyone longer than, like, a night. So-- this? Unless you just want a one-night stand and no strings attached, this is totally out of my wheelhouse.
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Then-- why the change of heart?
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And he's a great kisser.
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So instead, he offers a small smile, glancing off to the side before forcing himself to hold her gaze. ]
... I just really don't want to fuck this up, Maya.
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For better or worse, I want to see where this goes.
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So it's a damn good thing Peter's been ignoring Yondu since he could fly his own ship.)
It takes a long, tedious moment, but he finally manages a small, quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile. ]
... Yeah. So do I.
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Really?
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Yeah, just-- when I screw up, don't phaselock me?
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Mostly people just punch me when I fuck up and call it a day.
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If you don't listen, then I'll punch you.
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[ he mulls over this, then, ]
I guess we can make that work. But once it gets punchy, just avoid the face? It's my money-maker.
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[ a pause, and she leans her forehead against his ] I know you never really went anywhere, but I really missed you, Peter.
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I'll try to be less of a jerkoff. Promise. But we're gonna have to take some baby steps with-- us. Okay?
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