Peter Quill needed a lot of things.

He needed to eat better. He needed to sleep more. He needed to stop getting captured and arrested and trussed up. He wasn't The Spirit, and he certainly didn't have cute women rescuing him.

Well, maybe he did. Maybe he lucked out. Kitty had rescued him. She had rescued him a lot lately. Including now.

She had come to space, despite her very reasonable anxiety, and saved his ass in person. Not to mention the times she had saved him via holograph, which were pretty cool, too.

Peter felt he needed to return the favor, and here she was; in person! Right next to him, solid, and human, and there. Right there. Next to him! In her curve hugging costume! He kind of couldn't get over it.

Peter wanted more things than he needed. And right now, right this moment, his primary want was to bury has face in Kitty's pert breasts and just...motorboat them until she giggled and swatted him away.

Peter hadn't been with someone in quite a while. He'd basically stopped seeing women after he met Kitty. Except for that one Kree...but she had just kidnapped him. He hadn't gotten anything but knocked out.

So Peter was staring a little too intensely at Kitty's yellow-and-black clad chest as they sat awkwardly next to each other in his ship.

"I, um," Kitty tried to start up the conversation again, "this is weird, right? Like totally the same as every other time we've hung out, but now it's..."

"Totally different." He finished her sentence with a nod and tentatively took her hand.

She blushed and held his hand. It was weird, but good weird.

"Kitty, I...um...I don't...we've been seeing each other for a while and..." he was tongue tied. When had he ever been tongue tied?

She laughed softly. "Spit it out, spaceman."

"Kitty, would it be forward of me if..." he trailed off.

She raised her eyebrows affectionately. "Probably yes, but go on."

"Kitty, I really want..." he froze again. When did he ever freeze?

"To...?" She was clearly enjoying this. She was making fun of him, maybe?

"Would you be..." and it was at that point he gave up trying and took her in his arms and kissed her for the second time.

It was only a moment before Kitty parted her lips and their tongues softly touched. Peter pulled her a little closer, softly brushing her cheek with his thumb. Kitty wrapped her arms around his neck and after kissing a little long, Peter gently pulled her legs onto his lap. Her petite frame was light, like having Rocket sit on his lap...with a ton of guns. 'No, wait,' he thought, 'don't think about Rocket, you idiot.'

So he turned his thoughts to Kitty, and the realization that she had a zipper on the front of her uniform. That was pretty sexy. He tugged it gently, as if asking permission.

Kitty was quiet for a moment before pulling him down on the bed; she was shockingly strong. "I would like that very much, Peter Quill. I would like you to help me get out of this."

He let out a small, excited giggle, which made Kitty giggle in turn. She'd never really dated a guy who giggled (other than Bobby, who giggled at all his own jokes and really nothing else). His hands snapped the clasp at her neck and groped at the zipper a little clumsily, pulling it down to the belt resting on her hips. Peter felt himself grow more and more exciting. Kitty could feel it too.

She shimmied out of the top half of her leotard, revealing a well fitting black, lace bra.

Peter blushed. "Do you always wear a bra like that?"

Kitty snorted softly, "please. I just...I wanted to cover...all my bases, just in case."

"Does that mean you aren't wearing panties?!" He asked, half joking, half completely sincere. She rolled her eyes, then reached up and phased his jacket and shirt off.

"There, now we're equal!"

Peter blushed a little more, "oh man, I like this equal of which you speak!"