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You've reached the voicemail of Star-Lord. Hit me with your best shot. Or— crap, wait, I should've quoted "Call Me" instead. Aw, dammit. Is it too late to— [ BEEP ] [ text | video | voice | action ] gif credit

USERNAME star.lord RESIDENCE community housing: floor 13, room 4 OCCUPATION perimeter guard: surveyor / salvage & repair specialist

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out another groan, almost desperate this time, and he loses his rhythm to chase after his release, each inward thrust becoming a little rougher, a little sharper, hips pistoning against hers and—

The wave crashes over him, and he moans her name, cursing and swearing oath after oath as he spends himself into her. He pulls her in flush against him, limbs tangling with hers, his mouth falling open as he gasps in breath after frantic breath.

And as the wave recedes, his hips twitching and stuttering before finally slowing to a stop. He pulls himself from her, letting out a small, contended sound. He takes a second or two to catch his breath, his hands slowly loosening their grip on her, a sweat-dampened brow resting against hers. ]

[godslay]

[ It's perfect – in the way that makes Peter so perfectly imperfect.

(Because she would never call Peter perfect, because no one is. But he's everything she needs and more.)

Her fingers comb through his hair as he comes down again, still holding his face sweetly. ]

I love you.

[ And this, she offers without prompting, without being lost in her post-orgasmic haze. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Three times in one day has to be some sort of record, and Peter breathes out a small laugh, something almost wondering. ]

I know.

[ His turn to be Han Solo, apparently, and he pries his eyes open to smile at her, to brush her hair away from her face, to sweep those long curls back over her shoulder. ]

I love you, too.

[godslay]

[ maybe he can give her context for that reference someday

She nuzzles her nose gently against his (all warm and sweet in ways she never lets anyone else see). ]

We're going to need to wash Groot's sheets before Mantis drops him off.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a low sound, something almost childish. (The sort of sound a kid might make first thing in the morning, begging their mom for "just five more minutes." ]

We've got time.

[godslay]

Enough time?

[ Listen to how skeptical she is.

But she's also not moving to get out of bed; her fingers are still petting back his hair, and she's stealing little kisses here and there. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes another sound – a soft, contented hum, this time. ]

More than enough.

Plus, it's not like he ever goes right to bed, anyway. Factor in the time it takes to chase him down and pry him off the ceiling or wherever he manages to end up.