Starmora Week
Day 5: Sacrifice

No more stupid, noble sacrifices

"God, you drive me crazy sometimes," Peter growled, not quite slamming her into the wall, but backing her up against it so hard her body made a dull thud from the force of his body against hers. His hands were in her hair the second the door was locked and shut behind them, but it wasn't until he had her pinned to the wall, their bodies pressed together, that he crashed his lips to hers.

His kiss wasn't gentle. Which was good, cause that wasn't what Gamora wanted from him right now.

No, she wanted to take, and rough him up- she wanted this to be a battle.

"You drive me crazy all the time," she one upped him, besting him, because she always had to. Just like she kissed him harsher, her teeth tearing into his lips, and her tongue forcing its way into his mouth like a village she was going to raize to the ground. Nothing about her hands on him as she tore of his coat was anything short of violent, and if it wasn't made from such a durable material, she probably would've ripped it as she hastily removed it from his body so she could get at him with wild and selfish hands.

"Why do you always have to be right?" Peter countered, letting his coat fall to the floor with no trouble. The only trouble he had was with roughly yanking off her jacket, but he got it on the second try. Safe to say neither of them were super concentrated on clothes. Only on arguing and violently making out.

"Why do you always have to have the last word?" She snarled, her scathing tone was caustic enough to actually do some damage and burn through something. Gamora dragged her nails down hard enough to leave marks in the morning, and definitely hard enough to hurt. Peter hissed into her lips in pain, his back automatically arching towards her and away from her clawing at his back

"I hate how stubborn you are," he told her as she pulled, no, ripped his shirt off his body. "You were supposed to go with the plan."

At that Gamora had her hands on his chest, pushing him off of her with a strong, forceful shove that had him stumbling backwards. It only took another shove from just one of her hands before he was tripping over his feet and falling backwards to a hard landing on the bed. "It was a stupid plan," she said. "And maybe if you took better care of yourself I wouldn't have to come in and save your sorry ass from almost getting killed every other day."

"You were the one who got hurt today. I would have been fine," Peter maintained, scrambling up to lean back on his elbows to at least keep some air of defiance when she was standing over him like she was. He wasn't glaring up at her, but he was staring up at her, with the right amount of stand your ground in his narrow gaze to have not lost all his position in this argument just by the change in their physical positions. Even though it suddenly felt so uneven, to have Gamora standing over him and looking down at him like this, while he was sprawled out on the bed, forced to tilt his head up to meet her eyes with a challenge in his own. Her eyes narrowed and hardened as he opened his mouth to further defend his point. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to say just a second before he said it, but he could tell it was going to be scathing, as his lips curled and-

Suddenly, Peter had the breath knocked out of him. All the air was forced out of his lungs before he could even make a sound, other than the choked gasp that was ripped out of him. Because Gamora had leapt, surging forward, and landed on top of him extra hard- landed with intent. Instead of supporting herself and holding herself over him like if this was a normal fucking, he was pretty sure her knee landed right on his solar plexus, which she dug into him even further as she leaned down to get all up in his face.

"Do not lie to me," she snapped and bared her teeth, her face only an inch away from his now. She had a dangerous, violent look in her eye, and he was still trying to quiet his weak gasping as she ground her knee into his solar plexus even further. "We both know you wouldn't have been fine," she snarled. "You do not get to lie about something so important. You almost lost your head today."

"Didn't though," Peter managed with a cocky smirk that only a man who didn't know when to quit even when he was literally breathless could.

Gamora scoffed, and finally eased off of his chest. "You always have a comeback, don't you?"

"Yeah, thought you knew that by now," he smirked, this time his stupid cocky smile looked infinitely more smug now that he could breathe, and it was infuriating. She growled and took his lips with hers, if only to wipe that smug look off his face. Her hand fisted in his hair, tugging his head back for her, and Peter groaned when her teeth caught his bottom lip, sharp enough that she felt his whole body tense below her.

"Do not make a joke of your safety," Gamora ordered, fist tightening in his hair. "You screwed up. And you almost died because of it. My leg injury is inconsequential. Next time you want to do something so stupidly dangerous and hurt yourself, you come to me, and I will hurt you. You almost died because you made a stupid decision and screwed up. A mistake like this won't happen again. I won't let it," she said fiercely.

"Me screwing up or me almost dying?" Peter asked, because he always had to have the smart aleck reply.

"Both," Gamora smirked down at him. "The only one allowed to kill you is me."

And holy hell, he knew she didn't actually mean it (or at least she wouldn't later), but he's so aroused by her just casually threatening his life right now. He tilted his chin up, desperately trying to catch her lips in a kiss. She gave it to him, smiling against him with something more genuine, yet still incredibly predatory at his eagerness. Her grip went a little slack in his hair as she deepened the kiss, delving her tongue past his hungry and wanting lips. Peter tried to lift his head, wanting her to get even further, to get even closer to her, but the relatively light tug she gave his head got the message through clear, stay down.

He whined softly but complied, dropping his head back down to the pillow to let her take as much as she wanted of him at her own pace.

He knew it was his fault anyway, but apparently he wasn't allowed to correct his own mistakes- Gamora had made it clear exactly how pissed she was and how tired she was of him pulling the whole self-sacrifice move before they made it back to their bedroom.

He hadn't apologized for it either. Sure, he apologized for screwing up in the first place, and he apologized for her getting hurt, but he hadn't apologized for the self-sacrifice stunt that almost cost him his head and his life today. Which was the part that she was really mad about.

If she thought that him giving her his mask and giving himself up outside of knowhere back when they first knew each other was a one time thing, boy was she wrong. She wished it was a one time thing. Because today just marked another in the long list of times she'd had to deal with Peter's saving people problem since the day they met. She should have realized- the first time he did the self-sacrifice thing was back at the Kyln, when he interrupted her would be murder by their future team mate. Drax and the other prisoner's had already paid off the guards- who didn't really care what the prisoners did to each other anyways. He didn't know who the men were, their histories, or their violent tendencies. He didn't know how they'd react to his interruption or just the general annoyance that always seemed to accompany one Peter Quill. They were just as likely to kill him for wasting their time whenever he started talking to try and distract them. To stall them from killing her. And no one would come running to save him either, even if he screamed his lungs out.

She should have realized that for the self-sacrificial stunt that it was. That was the first time.

When he gave her his mask to almost certainly die in space outside of knowhere with a slim and unlikely chance of survival that was still giving himself up to someone who put a bounty on his head and had already made his intent to kill him clear-

That was a pattern.

Now, she was all too familiar with his saving people problem. It wasn't just a habit- it was like a defining character trait. An infuriating one. Underneath the cocky, flirtatious, over-inflated sense of self and occasionally a-hole thief, Peter was, at his core, a "take me instead" person. Not just when it came to her. Just people in general. Absolute strangers.

She knew she'd never be able to rid him of that, and even if she could, it would change who he was as a person, and he wouldn't quite be Peter Quill anymore. He wouldn't be her Peter.

But that still didn't make it any easier on her when he pulled something like it again. It didn't make it any easier when she barely got to him in time to keep him from getting his head blown off today all because he did one of his self-sacrifice saving people take me instead things that he did far too often for her tastes.

So now, this was punishment. But, licking into his mouth, she was already starting to feel better. But having to stay still, keep himself reined in, in check, even those his hands were just itching to grab hold of her, bury themselves in her hair, to touch her- this was his lesson.

He wasn't exactly complaining either. Whining as she tugged on his lip with her teeth, scractched down his scalp, tugged at the roots of his hair, yes, but not complaining. Besides, it wasn't that type of whining anyway.

She knew it wouldn't be long before he pulled the same thing, trying to save her or someone else at the cost of his own life. That's the kind of person he was. The kind of leader he was. But she'd just decided a new rule.

"No more stupid, noble sacrifices," Gamora ordered, giving him sharp nips down his throat between sucking on his skin and making him groan. Her stomach tightened with every hitch of his breath as she tore at his sensitive, freshly marked skin.

"But what if it's for a really good cause?" He asked cheekily, because he couldn't help himself. Gamora had been sucking at the hollow of his throat, but in a harsh move she clamped her teeth down in the same spot, making him cry out and his hips jerk upward.

"You have to ask permission first. You're mine," she reminded him, looking up with large dark eyes as she laved her bite mark with her tongue.

"You didn't ask for permission to get a blaster shot in the leg for getting in front of me," Peter said dryly. "You gonna pull some risky shit like that again anytime soon?" He challenged with a raised eyebrow, fully expecting her scoff and say she just got grazed, cause she'd been saying that all fucking day every time he brought up her wound that she got out of the ordeal. But she didn't.

"I will do anything to save you," Gamora said firmly, a much deeper, graver meaning in her eyes. Her voice and the look on her face left no room for arguments.

Peter couldn't think of anything else to say or do other than tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her back down for a kiss, so he did exactly that. And she went with him.

Let him pull her closer, dipping down into his inviting warmth. She parted when he licked her lips, opening the kiss into something deeper so their tongues could dance and twist and taste.

This kiss was much more languid and sinful than the earlier ones they'd shared, somehow easing it from something rough and hard into something hot and slow made it so much dirtier, not like the violent kisses were very innocent to begin with.

Both were good.

And this right here- Gamora's lips pressed against his, tongue moving with his, together- this was heaven.

"You're a very troublesome person to love, you know that, right?" She murmured, smiling into their kiss. "Annoying, infuriating," she continued, and he had a feeling she had a long list of words she could use.

"Right back at ya, babe," he snarked. Gamora flicked her tongue in warning, lowering her hips to grind against his, leaving Peter just panting into her mouth.

"Fuck me," he begged. So she did.

~FIN~

Originally based on tumblr post by AO3tagoftheday with the tag "both comfort sex and hate sex at the same time do not ask how, just savor it" along with the prompt Imagine Your OTP having sex after a fight to get their aggression out but also to reassure each other that they still love each other.

AN: I might end up doing a second chapter for this fic, cause it just doesn't feel fair to not have any actual smut in here. I already have a bit written, currently debating whether or not to finish it. Otherwise, hope you enjoyed this!