Rocket looked down at the ring on his finger as he thought about his life recently.

"To think it was only a week ago that I had married that big idiot Quill..."

He mused to himself aloud. The door to his and Peter's room opened, startling Rocket and breaking him from his thoughts. Rocket looked up to see the exact same man that was just seconds ago taking over his thoughts.

"Hey Rocket you ready to go?"

Rocket looked at Peter with a puzzled look.

"Go where Pete?"

Peter mockingly deflated at those words.

"Don't tell me you forgot did you?

Rocket thought on it for a few seconds before a look of Realization and apologeticness flashed acrossed his face as he once again mentally (and this time physically) facepalmed.

"Oh flark... That's right, we were going to be dropped off to enjoy a short honeymoon, as is customary with newlywed couples on earth."

Rocket groaned, pissed at himself for forgetting such a big thing. Rocket was of course for obvious reasons originally highly against the idea. Seeing as how last time they had left the ship just the two of them Peter got kidnapped by Nebula's henchmen as Rocket was helpless to save him.

So it was only after much coercing and convincing from his husband that Rocket finally agreed to it. However it wasn't without a few conditions that Rocket set forth before agreeing to go. He told the crew that he would only agree if Gamora and Drax stayed close by in case something happened. The crew, of course, agreed to rocket's little stipulation for the trip even though it more or less broke the idea of a honeymoon. So Gamora had set off to find a spot to bring the happy couple, though Rocket and Peter already knew where they were mostlikely getting dropped off.

"Okay just give me five minutes I'll meet you outside the ship at Gamora's not-so-secret honeymoon destination."

Peter nodded and went to join the rest of the crew outside of the Milano. Rocket began packing a few things. Rocket had been waiting for today all week which made him all the more pissed when he forgot it was today. He had a really nice evening planned for Peter, it may not be anything that is normal for Rocket and may seem a little out of place given how rough he can be but part of him feels like being a bit of a romantic tonight. As he finished packing his bag he grabbed Groot's planter and walked out the door shutting it and turning off the light.

As he got outside he saw a sight that, even though he would never admit this to anyone except maybe Peter in private, took his breath away. Rocket had actually done research on this area of earth when looking for potential honeymoon spots. Unlike New York the overall aesthetic of the design hasn't changed but as seen in their previous visit to earth individuals of all walks of life had congregated here.

"Hmmm, nice choice Gamora I was actually gonna suggest this spot."

Rocket said as he joined Peter, who looked down at Rocket.

"Where exactly are we? I don't remember this area of earth."

"Paris I believe is what the records called it..."

Rocket said looking over across the city to the landmark, that had remarkably stayed completely unchanged from the images he found of it.

"The records state that it also had a nickname among tourists... The City of Love.."

Gamora added in. This to everyone's minor surprise, icluding Rocket's caused Peter to blush just a tiny bit. Rocket now raised a finger to point out the landmark he was previously looking at.

"And that is the key tourist sightseeing point. They call it the Eiffel Tower."

He gestured to the tower as it was lit up for the night.

"Well anyways we can do ll the sightseeing we want later We should probably go check into our hotel for the weekend."

Rocket stated and began walking into the city, the others just followed him without another word.

Rocket entered the Hotel, it wasn't anything too fancy as opposed to the other hotels in the city but it was still rather high end in his opinion. the walls were Obsidian with gold trimmings with various statues and paintings adoring the walls. Rocket approached the desk, hopping up on the desk to address the Man at the desk.

"Rocket Quil party of two."

Rocket told him, the man checked his reservation records before smiling at Rocket handing him two room keys.

"Enjoy your stay sir."

Rocket took the room keys and nodded thanking the man before hopping down and taking Peter along while Gamora and Drax got their room.

Reaching their room Rocket put the Room key in and opened the door. Inside was one King size bed a balcony view of the city, and all the other common luxuries in a hotel including but not limited to, mini fridge, television, bathroom, etc... Rocket smiled at the room and immediately jumped and landed on the bed. Meanwhile Peter simply gaped his mouth at such a stunning room. Rocket chuckled at Peter's awe at such a beautiful sight.

"Easy there Peter just come sit down next to me and relax."

Without another word Peter obliged and sat on the spacious bed next to Rocket.

"Peter I want you to take just your shirt off and lay on your stomach for me..."

Rocket said in a somewhat hushed tone that seemed unnatural to him but he worked with it. Peter gave a look of confusion but decided to just do what Rocket asked. As Peter layed down he felt Rocket's paws on his back just a few seconds later. Rocket's paws began kneeding and massaging Peter's back causing Peter to sigh in contentment.

After about ten minutes of them staying like that, Rocket massaging Peter's back. Peter spoke up.

"Okay Rocket your turn."

Rocket was confused at what Peter meant.

"Excuse me?"

Peter signaled to Rocket he was getting up and Rocket's paws pulled away. Peter got up and undid Rocket's jacket, or rather tried to before Rocket stopped him.

"What do you think you're doing Quill?!"

Rocket exclaimed. He had shared with Peter about his implants but he wasn't too comfortable with Peter seeing them in full. It's why he always wore something when he slept next to Peter.

"I was just going to give you a backrub like you gave me..."

Peter said, slightly disheartened. The look on Peter's face made Rocket feel a bit like an asshole for reacting so harshly and snapping at Peter for trying to do something nice.

"I'm sorry I am just not comfortable letting you see my implants yet..."

This caused Peter to chuckle, which in turn both irritated and intrigued Rocket.

"What the Flark is so funny?"

"Well besides the fact that I am your husband and we don't have to hide any parts of ourselves from one another... I have already seen your implants."

Peter pointed out.

"When the flark did you?..."

Rocket begain before a look of realization came across his face.

"Oh flark... During our processing at the Kyln... I should have known."

Rocket sighed in defeat and Peter tried again and was successful in removing Rocket's jacket revealing small bits of metal protruding from a mixture of skin and fur.

"Okay Rocket get comfortable and lay down."

Rocket layed down with his arms crossed underneath his chest and felt Peter's hands began massaging his back and he winced slightly when his hands brushed against the implants.

"You okay Rocket?"

Peter asked concerened.

"Yeah Pete just not used to getting touched there is all..."

Peter then resumed the massage for about another ten minutes so him and Rocket had equal times, and then picked Rocket up and turned him on his back and hovered over him before beginning to kiss him passionately and tracing a hand across Rocket's body. Rocket returned the kiss for a couple minutes before breaking it.

"Peter are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

he asked in a slightly husky tone.

"I do believe I am..."

Peter replied with a smirk before placing his lips back on Rocket's again and the two got comfortable for their first night in the city of love.