A/N: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated since Friday. I was really tired yesterday because I had work and well, it took a lot out of me. I hope y'all like this chapter. Enjoy.

For awhile, neither of them said a word.

Is he serious? Did he just say what I think he said? She thought, much calmer than she had been moments earlier.

"Alright. Okay. I'm calm." She whispered, her breathing now normal. Peter sighed and let go of her wrists and got off of her, mumbling a quick apology as he averted his gaze and left the room.

Gamora stayed completely still, pondering what to do.

What are you doing just lying there? Go find him you idiot! She chastised herself, forcing her body to painfully get up and walk briskly to the main area where she knew Peter was, ignoring the pain in her abdomen. She stopped to see Peter looking down at the table as he nursed a glass of vodka.

She walked up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter didn't turn to look at her.

"Peter. Look at me." She said, keeping her voice low so that the others wouldn't hear them.

Peter sighed and stood up, turning to face her with his wary blue eyes.

Gamora took a couple steps forward, closing the gap between the two of them as she wrapped her arms around the older mans neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. He kissed her back almost instinctively, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close so her body was pressed against his, staying like that for several minutes before they both had to pull away for air.

"Would you like to know something? I think I am in love with you too, but I am not quite sure what love is. Would you care to tell me?" She asked, touching her forehead to his.

"It's when you know everything about someone and still want to be with them. It's about trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, even the things you're ashamed of. Love is when you feel comfortable enough and safe with that person."

His explanation surprised Gamora. Never had she heard anything so...serious...come out of his mouth.

"Then in that case, I love you, Star-Lord." She said, gently putting her lips to his once more.

"Peter? Gamora?" Drax called, causing for them to pull away as Drax entered, surprised to see Gamora's arms around Peter's neck and Peter holding her around the waist, "Am I interrupting?"

"No, no! I was just teaching Gamora how to is it?" Peter asked, looking at Drax almost in annoyance.

"Rocket, Groot, and myself are going out for supplies. Do you need anything?"

They both shook their heads and Drax left.

"I will be honest, I have never done this before."

"What? A relationship?

Gamora nodded.

"Then just follow my lead. It isn't much different from a friendship to be honest. Just with kissing and dates."

"Well then, when will our first date be?" She asked, raising an eye brow at him.

"Soon"

They let go of each other and moved to sit down at the table, Gamora grabbing a glass and the bottle of vodka, pouring some for herself.

"Should you be drinking?"

"I doubt a drink or two will hurt me, Peter." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Let's not tell the others about us. Not yet, anyway."

"Agreed." She said, cringing as she pulled out the chair to sit down.

"Are you okay? Do you want your medicine?" He asked, concern evident in his tone.

"No it makes me too tired. The vodka does a much better job." She explained, downing her first glass of vodka, relief washing over her when the pain slowly ebbed away. She poured herself another glass.

It was then that Peter started laughing hysterically.

"What? What is so funny?" She asked, raising the glass to her lips as she leaned back in her chair.

He continued laughing for several more minutes before he composed himself.

"The pain medication that you've been taking is actually a tranquilizer medication to make you sleep."

"Oh you must be joking!" She snapped, glaring at him with her green eyes.

"Nope! Denarian Dey gave it to Dr. Camara to give to me and said and i'm quoting him, "to make her easier to deal with." They were really to make you sleep and make the pain more bearable.

Gamora sighed. Oh she was going to kill both of them when she got the chance.


The two of them continued drinking for quite some time, Gamora having finished two whole bottles of vodka and was now heavily drunk, Peter didn't have nearly as much to drink. He didn't exactly feel like waking up with a hangover tomorrow. Neither paid any attention when Rocket came in and saw them laughing at the table, calling them a couple of "drunken idiots" when it was really only Gamora who was drunk.

Gamora got up and stumbled to the cabinet to get another bottle.

"Oh no. You've had enough to drink tonight!" Peter reprimanded, getting up and picking her up around the waist and sitting her back down.

"Bu' Peter."

"You're drunk. You're not drinking anymore."

"I no' drunk. 'm f'ne." She slurred, hiccuping in response.

"Hey idiots! It's late so get your asses to bed!" Rocket called from his room.

Peter looked at the time on the monitor that was between him and Gamora to see it was well passed midnight.

"Rocket's right. We should go to bed."

Gamora thought about it for a minute, "Hm...a'ight." She said, and got up.

She barely made it to the stairs before she tripped and grabbed onto the wall to steady herself, laughing hysterically.

Peter sighed and walked up behind her and picked her up bridal style.

"Not drunk my ass. You can barely stand let alone walk!"

Gamora giggled in response. Yeah. She giggled. The ex-assassin really was that drunk.

He sighed again as they entered Gamora's room, placing her on the bed, pulling the covers over her and rolled her over to the left incase she threw up so she wouldn't suffocate on her own vomit.

He pulled the covers over her and kissed her temple and turned to leave.

"Peter?"

He turned back to look at her.

She hiccuped, "Can you stay?" She asked, forming the first coherent sentence that he could understand.

Peter nodded and climbed into the bed, lying next to the woman and putting an arm around her to pull her close.

Gamora finally fell asleep several minutes later curled into Peter's side, her right arm lying across his torso with her head on his chest as she listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

A/N: Yeah, this is my attempt at a drunk Gamora lol. Let me know what y'all think. Please review :)