Wanda/Peter Quill
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Peter absentmindedly rubbed at his wrist as he sat back in the chair with his feet propped up on the control console. He liked this. Space. When the ship was quiet like it was now, lights low and only him keeping his solitary vigil as they flew through the emptiness, his mind could slow and he could feel the tension ease from his shoulders.
It was hard to be alone, but it was hard to be part of a crew too, and he enjoyed these nights to himself. He'd been a loner for too long to give it up easily.
And when he was lonely, he had his soulmate to think about, whoever he or she or it was.
He pulled his sleeve up to look at the words scrawled across his skin, words he'd spent his life obsessing over.
"Who are you?"
He sighed. His soulmate wouldn't even have heard of him. No matter how hard he tried to spread the name Star-Lord, he would never be famous, or infamous, enough. Maybe it really was no use trying to fight fate.
Peter looked out at the stars and wondered for the millionth time where his soulmate was.
A crackle and rush of wind and light startled him from his reverie and he nearly fell on his ass as he bolted to his feet. He reflexively grabbed for his blaster, but of course he didn't have it, not while sitting in peace on board his own ship. The light flashed brilliantly gold and red, and he had to cover his eyes and look away, then it all suddenly went out. The quiet afterwards seemed louder than before, the lights dimmer, and he rubbed his eyes as he tried to blink away the afterimages.
A soft groan pierced the silence, and he was shocked to see a woman now sprawled on the floor. She lay on her side and was slowly pushing herself into a sitting position. Long, dark hair hung in her face, and when she pushed it back Peter's heart skipped in his chest.
She was absolutely beautiful, all big green eyes and red lips, and right now those eyes were wide with fear and confusion.
"Who are you?" she asked, voice weak and trembling.
"Who are you and why are you on my ship?" Peter watched her eyes go impossibly wider, then she collapsed completely into a dead faint. It was only then that Peter realized his wrist stung. No, his mark stung, and he stared down at his wrist in shock.
He could hear Gamora calling for him, was aware of the swift footsteps and concerned voices of his friends as they converged, but he couldn't stop staring at the lettering on his skin, now changed from a dull black to a brilliant and shining red.
Peter was watching the mystery woman sleep in his bed. She looked so right there, and the sight sent a hot spike of desire straight to his groin. He was having a hell of a time concentrating with her so close, looking so soft. His soul mate, finally, and she was more beautiful than he'd ever dared to imagine.
"So this is the woman you're supposed to spend your life with?" Gamora asked, her voice cold. Peter flinched but nodded. He couldn't deny it. This attraction between himself and Gamora, while acknowledged only in glances and undercurrents, had been a real thing, and it hurt him to have to hurt her with the truth, but he'd been waiting for this moment his entire life, in a holding pattern of one night stands and meaningless sex. He'd always known, deep in his heart, that he'd been waiting for this moment to arrive.
"I'm sorry, Gamora. I-"
"Don't apologize," she said brusquely. "You don't owe me anything, Peter." He couldn't identify the feeling in her voice now. Anger? Sadness? Resignation? Some strange mix she would never share with him? He had no idea, and honestly, no desire to delve into it. He just wanted to focus his attention on the woman who lay in his bed. She drew him like a lodestone.
"Where did she come from?" Drax asked. He looked suspicious, and Peter couldn't blame him. If she wasn't his soul mate he would be suspicious too, maybe wonder if she was a threat. But she was his, and she belonged here. With him.
She began to stir, and when she opened her eyes her gaze fell immediately on Peter. He tried not to fidget, to look cool and suave, but that apparently wasn't happening because she smiled at him and he swore the whole world disappeared. It was just him and her, and the sweetness of her face as she looked at him.
Peter reached out to steady her as she sat up and was rewarded with another of her heart-stopping smiles. He could see himself doing a hell of a lot of foolish things just to earn one of those. God, he was in so much trouble.
"Who are you?" she asked again, and Peter gave her what he hoped was a rakish grin.
"I'm Peter. This is Gamora and Drax," he said, waving his hand in their general direction without tearing his eyes away from the beauty before him. "You're on my ship, and I have no idea how you got here." He watched her as she took it all in. She seemed a little unnerved by Gamora and Drax. "Are you from Terra?" he asked. She had to be. She looked entirely human.
"Terra?" She looked utterly adorable when she was confused. He suddenly wanted to kiss her, but he forced himself to not force himself on her. She seemed to sense his dilemma, though, because her lips quirked up at the corners just the tiniest bit.
""Terra. Earth," he said. "Sorry. It's how everyone in the galaxy except for Terrans refers to Earth."
"The galaxy?" she said weakly, casting another glance back at his friends. "Where the hell am I?"
"You're on my spaceship, the Milano. We're a long way from Earth, though. How'd you get here? All I saw was light, and there was wind, and suddenly you were there."
"I don't know," she said, brow furrowed. "I was practicing with Dr. Strange, and I think I lost control of my portal. My powers can be chaotic. They must have directed me here to you." She looked up at him, and he swore he could lose himself in the depths of those eyes.
"Powers?" It was all he could think of to say, to ask. There were too many questions, too much he wanted to know about her. Where did he even start?
She lifted her hand and his breath caught as it lit up with a scarlet glow, tendrils of power snaking out from her palm and wrapping around her fingers.
"Magic," Peter whispered, awestruck, but she heard it somehow. Her eyes widened and something softened in her face as she snuffed out the light.
"They call me the Scarlet Witch," she said, and Peter grinned.
"They call me Star-Lord," he said.
"No one calls you Star-Lord," Drax said, and Peter glared at him.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Gamora asked, ever direct. Peter thought his Scarlet Witch might be offended by the hostility, but she only smiled.
"You don't. But I would never hurt my soul mate, so maybe that will help," she said. Gamora didn't look convinced and Peter could tell she was going to argue the point, so he interrupted before she could.
"Can I have a minute alone with our guest?" he asked. Gamora stared at him coldly before leaving, with Drax close on her heels. Peter sighed and sat on his bed next to his soul mate. "You haven't told me your name," he said.
"Wanda." He watched her swallow hard as she took another look around. "Am I really in space?"
"Yeah. I can show you around when you're up to it." He paused, weighing his words. "You know, it was hard for me too, at first. Of course, I was just a kid then, but still. You're safe with me. I wouldn't hurt you." He knew she had no reason to trust him, but god he wanted her to.
"I know," she said, and it was like a weight taken off his chest. "I can tell you're a good man. Your mind is a comfort to me right now." His eyes widened and she grimaced, reaching out to cup his shocked face in her palm. "I have some talent for reading minds, but I wouldn't hurt you either, Peter. I've been waiting for you for so long."
Peter realized their faces were a lot closer than they had been, and he was leaning in, she was leaning in...
The kiss started gentle and sweet, her lips soft against his, until suddenly it wasn't just a kiss, they were kissing, and she was clutching at him like she couldn't be close enough. He pulled her and she came willingly, straddling his lap and rolling her hips against him, making him moan into her mouth.
They were moving too fast, he knew that. He didn't want this to be just another quick fuck, but she was so soft and pliant and willing, and oh god, so beautiful...
Peter pulled back, and it was the hardest thing he'd ever done. He looked at her, eyes a bit glassy with lust, her hair mussed from his touch and her cheeks flushed, and he'd never seen anything more designed to destroy him, but what a way to go.
"Hold on. We've gotta slow down. I wanna do this right," he said breathlessly. Wanda bit her lip and nodded.
"Okay. I'm sorry," she said, taking a deep breath. "I don't normally throw myself at men like this. It's just that you're my soul mate and I feel so close to you already." She smiled shyly, completely at odds with the still wanton way she was straddling him.
"Don't apologize. Seriously. I don't mind it at all! I just wanna make sure I treat you right. I mean, I've dreamed of this day for years, and I don't wanna rush it, you know?" He stroked her hair, letting his fingers glide through the silky strands, enjoying just being able to touch her.
"I understand. I suppose I am just used to having to take things when I can get them. Life has been less than kind to me, and I rarely have the chance to slow down." She draped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to his shoulder, relaxing into his embrace. "This feels like a dream," she said sadly.
"Hey. This isn't a dream." Peter ran his hands over her back in soothing circles. "I'm real, and I'm right here, and I'm gonna take care of you. You're safe with me," he said.
"But I am supposed to be on Earth, learning to better control my powers and saving the world." Her weary sigh nearly broke his heart.
"You could stay here. With me. We're sorta in the business of helping people too. We're the Guardians of the Galaxy. Saving worlds is kinda our thing." He couldn't keep the plea from his voice. He knew he sounded absolutely pathetic, but he'd just gotten her. He didn't want to let her go. "Pays pretty good," he added weakly.
"You get paid for saving people?" she asked incredulously, sitting up to stare at him with wide eyes.
"You didn't?"
"No. We were, or are...whatever, we were funded by a rich man with a guilty conscience and a hero complex. Before the government stepped in and took over, anyway." Peter heard the bitterness in her voice but set his curiosity aside for the moment.
"Well, your sugar daddy can't have you back," he said, only half teasing. Wanda's tiny smirk was drop dead sexy and had him seriously rethinking his stance on moving too fast.
"I don't think that will be a problem. Tony and I have never seen eye to eye," she said with a harsh laugh. Peter caressed her cheek, her skin soft under his fingers, her delicate features making his touch feel clumsy and awkward but it still wasn't enough. Part of him was here, talking to her, and part of him couldn't turn its focus from how utterly desirable she was.
"You don't sound like you were happy," he said, trying to remain on point. Wanda's fingers went to her throat as her expression darkened, and his split attention suddenly became laser focused. He wanted to take that haunted look from her eyes.
"Things happened. Some of them very bad," she said soberly. "I was jailed, tightly bound and collared so they could control me. It was... bad in a way I cannot describe. I'm glad to be free again, but I'm still not trusted. I still need to move cautiously so people aren't scared. I'm always afraid they'll come back for me, that they'll lock me up again and this time they won't let me go."
Peter hurt for her. Her pain, her fear... He hated the people who had done that to his soulmate. He'd kill them all in a heartbeat. She must've seen that anger on his face or sensed it in him, because the smallest smile graced her perfect lips and she hugged him tight.
"Do you want to keep me?" she asked, both solemn and slightly teasing at the same time.
"Yes," he said quickly, not even having to think about the answer. "And I'll never let anyone do that to you again." He was dead serious about that vow, and her expression became different now. Intense, heated.
"Show me your mark." Peter didn't even consider denying her. These were her words on his skin, and he was hers for the taking. Wanda took his hand in her slender fingers, gave him a predatory smile that made his heart race. He watched her bend her head to his wrist, everything moving in slow motion until the moment her lips touched his mark. He nearly jumped out of his skin as sudden, intense pleasure coursed through him. Head thrown back, he was helpless in her hands as she ran her tongue over him, sucking and nibbling his skin until he was writhing under her. He was vaguely aware of her answering moans, her body rocking against the straining bulge in his pants, now painfully tight.
She released his wrist to kiss him deep and hard, and Peter lost himself in the taste of her, not even noticing the way she pulled at his hair to guide him. A primal need was rising within him, to claim and take her, and bind her to him forever. He slid his lips down her neck, desperate to taste more of her, to know her in all ways.
"Keep me, Peter," she was gasping. "Let me stay." Over and over like a mantra as he sucked at her throat.
"Always. Forever," he whispered against her throat, and the shudder that went through her at his words was almost enough to finish him off right then and there. He shifted them, pressed her down into his bed, and she reached out with her magic to shut his door. He burst into lighthearted laughter, delighted by her display of power, and she blushed but grinned.
"I love you already," Peter told her, leaning in for another kiss, and then words were no longer necessary.