A/N: Well hey there! I'm baaack. Did y'all miss me? *crickets* Okay then... Anyway, I didn't really have to think much on whether to have a sequel to 'Insane Minds Think Alike' or not. I had planned to do so even before I started that story. Even though this is technically a sequel to IMTA, it also really isn't. IMTA was more of a prequel. So now we're leading into the actual 'Guardians of the Galaxy' movie plot, yea! Hopefully this is just as much of an enjoyable read as the last one was for my readers. Also, I should note, if you're new here and have not read 'Insane Minds Think Alike', STOP NOW AND GO READ THAT FIRST. It's required reading for this story to make any lick of sense.
*WARNING* The beginning is a bit... smutty. Just a heads up for any of you sensitive peeps out there!
And here. We. Go! (I'll give the first person to recognize that line a cookie.)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN 'Guardians of the Galaxy'. I only own Carlin Hardy and all of her bitchiness.
"Oh, oh, o-oh! Oh my God! Fuck!"
"That's the idea, Honey."
"Oh, j-just shut up and g-go harder! Oohh, oh! UH!"
"If you insist-"
The bed rocked furiously beneath the couple, creaking and thudding noisily. It was a wonder they did not fall right through the floor at the rate they were going. The act went on for a good solid ten minutes more, with the woman howling in pleasure and the man growling like a wild animal. When they had finally reached climax, the two fell apart, breathless and sweaty upon the wrinkled sheets.
"That-that was-" the man paused, his chest heaving, a smile creeping onto his face. "That was the most craziest sex I've had with any woman. Ever."
"Yeah, well," the woman stretched and chuckled softly. "I'm not like most women."
The man turned onto his side towards his bedmate, one arm tucked under his head, still smiling.
"Hell no you're not! You know, we should do this again? Yeah, that would be great."
The woman stiffened a bit, though this went unnoticed by the giddy male next to her. She sighed tiredly, and rolled away from him, her tangled mane of blonde sprawling out on the pillow behind her.
"I don't think so..." said she just loud enough that the man heard.
His smile disappeared in an instant, and he reached out a hand to cup her bare shoulder rather firmly. "What do you mean, Kaitlyn?"
"For one thing, my name is Carlin, and for another-" she snarled quietly, her entire body tense. "Do not touch me like that."
"Like what?" the man was taken aback, though his hand remained glued to her.
"Like you have some sort of right to me. Like we're anything more than just a simple one-night-stand."
Moving with incredible speed and agility, Carlin was on her feet, skittering around to the end of the bed in the full nude. The man sat himself up straight, mouth agape.
"What are you do-" he began, only to be interrupted by the bedroom door blasting open.
Behind Carlin two beings barged in: one was massive in stature, and fearsome in appearance, while the other could not be seen above the bedframe, though his surprisingly deep, commanding voice brought the man to full attention.
"This party's over, Horndog!"
The man in the bed gasped, a dawn of realization hitting him. He made a break for the gun lying among a heap of clothes on the floor a few feet away from the bed, his hands closing around it just as something hot seared across his upper back. He gave an anguished cry, dropping his weapon and crumpling to the floor.
Carlin sauntered over to him, the other two trailing her closely. She halted next to him and peered down her nose at him for a few seconds, noting how pathetic he sounded whimpering like a small child, curled into a fetal position on his side. Her blue eyes darted to the scorch marks on his bare back, clucking her tongue.
"Nice job, Rocket. You fucking gave him third degree burns," said Carlin in mild aggravation. "Now they'll probably dock us some units." She seen the injured man start to reach for his gun again, and she hastily went forward to collect it before he could.
The smaller of her two cohorts, a raccoon who literally walked around on his hind legs and carried a giant machine blaster over his shoulder, gave a noise of indignation.
"Excuse me? Did you not see what he was doing? One moment too late and one of us would have been in his spot right now instead or worse! Is that what you wanted, Car?!"
The blonde woman crossed her arms and shook her head down at Rocket.
"That's what I thought," said Rocket, marching over to their victim, his tail swishing along behind him. "Now, go get some damn clothes on! You're giving me hardcore nightmare fuel strutting around like that."
"Whatever..." muttered Carlin, brushing past him to the other side of the room.
Rocket smirked as he came up to the man, who was still squirming with pain on the floor, and propped one of his hind paws upon his nude shoulder, putting on a most victorious pose.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before sticking your prick in any female that crosses your path, hmm?" growled the raccoon darkly.
He then looked back over his shoulder at the largest being in the room, and signaled him to come over.
"I am Groot?" said the enormous tree creature, blinking his glassy brown orbs and holding up a large burlap sack.
"Yeah, as soon as Car stuns him, we'll bag him and be on our merry way." said Rocket, poking the man with the end of his blaster's barrel.
Carlin overheard him as she slipped her shirt back on, and after she'd done so, she went to find her trusty stunner. "Here, Groot!" she tossed it to the wooden giant. "Take care of him."
Groot caught the weapon easily, held it for a minute or so as he studied it with a questionable expression, then glanced down at Rocket, clearly at a loss. The raccoon sighed with exaggeration and put out his free paw, making grabbing motions with it.
"Hand it over, Twighead." said he.
Groot obliged willingly and gave his furry friend the stun gun, who in turn took it and proceeded to tag their guy with it. The man gasped and went limp, his sniveling thankfully silenced.
"Ready to go?" said Carlin, fully clothed again.
"We've been ready," quipped Rocket, returning her gun as he addressed Groot. "He's all yours, Pal."
Groot stepped forward, bent and scooped the paralyzed man into the over-sized sack, then heaved him without a sweat over his right shoulder. He turned back to Rocket and Carlin, smiling happily.
Carlin reciprocated the smile. "Let's get the hell outta here, Big Guy."
The three left the old hotel building where the man had been residing and had taken Carlin back to earlier that night. Even though the area was overpopulated and thousands of pedestrians roamed the sidewalks and streets outside the hotel, not a one of them batted an eye at the rather bizarre trio, or the suspicious-looking sack that Groot was carrying for that matter. This town in particular was a shady one, where many a black market trade-off would occur unnoticed. People were not exactly unsavory here, but more afraid of what might happen if they chose to interfere. The local region was ruled by a nasty dictator, who was also a crook that made perhaps more underhanded deals than any other being in the country. So the people kept quiet, to themselves, and went about their business as usual, paying no mind to even the most outlandish individuals.
"That's the last time I will ever use my sex appeal to catch a bounty. You understand, Rocket?" whispered Carlin in all seriousness, avoiding eye contact with strangers that passed by and keeping her hands in her pockets. "I'm not a tool to use at your leisure. I thought we had cleared all of that up by now?"
"I know, I understand! Believe me, Car, I hate having you do that shit, but we also have to face facts here: this dude was hot for you. Plus he had no clue who you were. It was the perfect opportunity for us to nab him. " answered Rocket in a sensible fashion. "But, like I said, I hate having you do it. We won't do it again."
"I am Groot?" rumbled the humanoid tree from behind him.
"Yeah, yeah, I promise," Rocket waved off Groot dismissively with his paw. "We'll never put your girlfriend in that situation again."
"Rocket! Don't mock Groot like that!" admonished Carlin, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"Mock him? I speak the truth! It's clear as day he cares waaay more for you than he should."
Carlin did not say anything to that, though Groot did come around to place his hand on her shoulder in a comforting way.
"I am Groot." said he, gazing down at her with apologetic eyes that always made Carlin want to burst out crying like a baby.
She shook her head and reached up her own arm to pat his lower back.
"Don't be sorry! We both know Rocket is just a fur-covered asshead. Anyway, I take what he said as a compliment. You'd make a wonderful boyfriend, Groot."
Groot's eyes widened considerably, and he tried to look anywhere but at her, biting back another goofy smile. Carlin grinned. She bet that if flora colossi could blush, Groot would be as red as a ripened tomato.
"So, after we dump Mister Hyperdick off with Tawana, where do you guys think we should head first with our cash?" said Rocket from a few steps ahead. "I was thinking maybe Careth Oru? We could have some fun there..."
"I am Groot?" suggested Groot lightly.
"Xandar?" spat Rocket, stopping and pivoting around to face the alien tree. "Of all the places in the galaxy to go, you pick Xandar? Why the ever-loving flark for?!"
Groot shrugged his broad shoulders. "I am Groot."
"Really? That's your excuse? Because it smells nice?!" cried Rocket in disbelief.
"Well, I'm not the biggest fan of Xandar myself, but would it hurt to go back for a visit?" wondered Carlin. "Groot hasn't picked a destination in a long time. Anyway, you never know, we may just run across another opportunity for dough."
Rocket looked hard at her for a moment before letting out a loud exhale of breath.
"Fine, we'll go to Xandar," he surrendered with shoulders slack. "But neither of you will stop me from getting drunk! You hear?"
Carlin laughed. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that. We'll both be too hammered ourselves to give a fuck!"