Chapter four, stolen kisses.

Phoebe's point of view.

"So, who's this friend you're meeting up with today?" I looked up to see Peter leaning on my doorframe, the usual ridiculous smirk on his face. I put my book down and sat up so I wasn't laying on my stomach anymore.

I had felt bad about yelling at Rocket the night before. He just had annoyed me so much, that I couldn't help saying those horrible words. I hadn't left my room since the night before, afraid that Rocket would want to speak to me. So, I had busied myself by reading a book.

"You really wanna talk about boys, Peter?" I asked, giving him a half smirk.

"Ahh, so it's a boy." He said, stepping into my room and sitting next to me. I rolled my eyes, looking over at him.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking over at him. He shrugged.

"Just wanna know who you're going out with, that's all." He said, looking at me. I smirked, rolling my eyes.

"He's just taking me for a meal as a friend." I said. "Like last night was supposed to be." I mumbled the last part, though Peter still heard it. He sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"You know he's sorry, Phoebe." Peter said. I shrugged.

"I don't know that. That's the problem. He's been so horrible to me since I got out of the hospital and I don't know what I've done wrong!" I said, sighing.

"You haven't done anything. Something's up with him at the moment but he is sorry." I shrugged again. "And you calling him an animal last night didn't help." I nodded my head, frowning.

"I didn't mean it. He just got me so annoyed." I mumbled, looking down.

"I just don't want either of you like this anymore. I can see how much it hurts you." I heard him sigh before he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.

"Just promise you'll apologise to him, okay?" I nodded my head.

"Okay I will." He squeezed my arm gently before pulling away and grinning at me.

"So, seriously who is this guy?"

XxX

I couldn't help but listen in to their conversation. They were talking about me. Again.

I had been getting ready for my date with Soren. The dress that Gamora had given me in the hospital had been perfect, so I put that on, and was working on my hair and face when I heard them.

"She's pissed, Rocket. She thinks you hate her." I heard Peter's voice down the hall and sat on my bed, listening in.

"It's not my fault!" I heard Rocket snap. "She just treats me like an animal like the rest of you assholes. You heard what she called me last night." I frowned, looking to the door as I listened. I had never treated him like an animal before. If anything, I treated him nicer than the others. The night before was only because he upset me.

"Well talk to her then!" Peter snapped. "Stop being a dick and be nice for once!" I shook my head and mumbled a string of curse words to myself, before I finished getting ready. I grabbed my jacket that had also came from Gamora, and left my room. I stepped into the main area of the ship and immediately all eyes were on me.

"Holy shit." Peter mumbled, looking at me. I rolled my eyes, blushing slightly.

"Gee, thanks Peter." I mumbled, laughing slightly.

"Any reason why you're dressed up so nice?" Gamora asked, smiling gently.

"I'm just going to have dinner with a friend I met here." I said with a shrug.

"And you're dressed like that because he's a friend, yeah?" Peter asked, gesturing to me. I rolled my eyes.

"It doesn't hurt to put in an effort."

"Yeah but it'll hurt him when I go see him." Peter mumbled, making me groan in frustration.

"So let me get this straight. Quill would like to hurt your friend because he worries that he wishes to have sexual relations with you?" Drax asked. I blushed a deeper red, burying my face in my hands.

"Drax shut up." I mumbled, hearing a slapping noise after. I looked up and Peter was staring at him pissed.

"He may be right, but still." He mumbled. I groaned in annoyance, shaking my head.

"Okay, I gotta go so I'll see you later." I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I walked out of the room. I noticed how Rocket had said nothing while I was there, and couldn't help but feel hurt by it, though I chose to pretend I was fine. I didn't want to get into another fight with him.

"Wait, wait, wait." Peter said, coming over to me. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"Is he here now?" He asked. I nodded my head.

"Yes..." before I could say anything else, Peter marched straight to the deck and out of the ship, me following behind him. I saw Soren waiting outside for me, and smiled brightly when I came into view. Before he could say anything Peter marched up to him, arms folded across his chest.

"You!" He yelled, pointing at him. Soren looked apprehensive, looking at him. He was about as tall as Peter, but still looked intimidated.

"Soren it's fine this is my dick of a brother." I said with a light smirk, going over to him.

"What is your name?" Peter asked, raiding an eyebrow.

"Soren." He asked smoothly, straightening up in front of Peter to show he wasn't scared.

"Okay, Soren." Peter said, testing the name out on his tongue. "What is your intentions with my sister?" I blushed, looking down.

"Relax. I'm just planning to take her out for a meal." He said, sending me a smile.

"Okay, but lets make something clear. Lay a hand on her and you're gonna get shot in the face." Peter said, his jaw clenched.

"Peter!" I hissed, shoving his arm. Soren smirked, nodding his head.

"Yes sir, I understand. I'd do the same if it were my sister." He said, smiling still.

"Right, you may go." Peter said to me, sending me a half smirk before he went back into the Milano.

XxX

The date with Soren had gone really well. He had bought me my drinks at the start of the night, followed by my meal. He had taken me to the same place that Peter had taken me for our 'celebration'. It felt so natural being with him that I didn't realise until we left. I had enjoyed being with him so much, and I got a fluttery feeling in my stomach whenever he came close, or we were touching in any way.

On the way back he had interlocked our fingers and walked us slowly back towards the ship.

"I had fun tonight." He said with a smile, looking over at me. I smiled, nodding my head.

"Me too. Thank you, again. Tonight was...amazing." I said with a smile, blushing slightly.

"So, will I see you again tomorrow night?" He asked. I sighed, shaking my head.

"No. Uhm...Peter wants to leave in the morning, so I guess tonight is the last night." I admitted glumly. He sighed, before he stopped walking. I turned to look at him, wondering why he stopped.

"Okay. Well, I guess now is the last chance for me to do this." Before I could ask what he meant, he leaned forward and kissed me, resting his spare hand on my hip. I closed my eyes and gladly kissed him back, butterflies filling my stomach. When he stepped back from me he smiled gently, running his thumb over the back of my knuckles.

"Thank you, Phoebe." He said, before he pulled his hand from mine and walked away, not turning back once. I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself, smiling like I was love struck. I walked the rest of the way back to the Milano, smiling and humming one of my favourite songs.

Here you guys go, chapter four. Sorry it took me longer than usual to get this up, I was quite busy over the weekend. This chapter was kinda hard to write since I've never done anything romantic-ish before, so I hope it was okay. Anyways, what did you think? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-Bambie.