To all my readers, you have my most sincere apologies for the late update. Due to some personal issues, an episode, plus a forced vacation to Kentucky (which was a waste of time) I briefly completely lost my ability to write. The words would simply not come to my fingers.

So here I am at two or so in the morning, I was hell bound to finish this. Hopefully it does not feel rushed.

Also I know I said a jealous Gamora but it may have come off as more possessive than jealous. Either way I am unsure I did it right. Another author I've read from once said "the fingers will type what the fingers type" (hopefully I remember the wording correctly), wiser words have never been spoken.

Enjoy

Gamora was going to blow a gasket, this Rocket was sure of. She was going to kill that woman and maybe Quill too. Eh... she would not kill him, beat the crap out of him.

"I am Groot?" Rocket caught the voice beside him but did not stop in his work.

"Yeah yeah I know, I've got the alarms already disabled, we're just waiting on Quill now." Rocket responded with a wave of his hand to brush off the floral colossus' concerns.

This mission so far had been so easy Rocket felt almost insulted. The guards were amateur and the security was too simple. Still though Rocket did not argue with easy, it just meant he was that good.

All they had to do was retrieve a large jewel from the vault of this mansion.

Rocket had already disabled the alarms and security. Drax and Groot, now that the tree man was taller than a child, had dealt with any guards in the way. Rocket had hit only one snag.

The vault door had a unique fingerprint scanner keeping it closed. Rocket knew no matter what he tried he would not be able to crack it.

Fortunately they had already planned on this.

The woman who owned this place, whose jewel they were stealing, had been hosting a party at the mansion this evening. The fingerprint they needed was hers. Unless they wanted to chop off one of her fingers, which everyone practically yelled at him how bad an idea that was, they had only one option.

It was time for Peter to whip out some of that old star lord player charm.

This led to Rocket's concern about Gamora. If anyone dared accuse him of worrying he would firmly deny it, scratch said person's eyes out, and shoot them. Maybe not in that order. Either way Rocket was really hoping Gamora could keep her cool.

Gamora's job was to keep an eye on Peter in case they were busted and had to make a quick escape. Which meant that she was going to have to watch Peter get cozy with a woman that was not her.

Yeah... this was not good.

Gamora knew exactly what this feeling was. She had felt it before but never like this. The last time she felt it was when they had encountered another of Peter's former flings whom had instantly tried getting back together with him. When Gamora stepped in and said that she was his lover now the other girl just stared at her for a moment then with a smile said "Why would he want you when he can have me?".

No one, not even Peter, had noticed it but that comment hit hard. Even Gamora had to admit that the girl was attractive. The kind of female that men fell all over each other to be with, the kind that could have whatever she wants with the bat of an eyelash. Someone that Gamora could never stand a chance against when it came to appearance. Something that Gamora had never even had a thought about until she had Peter.

When in the presence of women like these Gamora never before felt so... unattractive.

Peter would always rush to defend her, something he did not have to do but she enjoyed it all the same. He would always tell her how beautiful she was but Gamora had a lot of trouble believing it.

Even after several months she had trouble believing Peter still wanted her, yet he was always there. Wrapping her in his arms every night, holding her hand, and his kisses... never before had Gamora ever thought herself capable of swooning but Peter could bring her extremely close.

Looking down from her vantage point, Gamora surveyed the room for the fifth time in the last seven minutes. She was of course looking out for any threats to Peter and that was exactly what she kept telling herself.

The women were all dressed in elaborate and fancy dresses while the men were dressed in equally nice suits, a few in military dress uniforms. The party had quite the invite list, something that Quill was easily able to sneak his way onto so he could gain entrance.

Said terran was currently on the dance floor with their target spinning her around to the rhythm of the nearby band playing. Peter had also gotten himself a suit as well. To complete the ensemble he smoothed and combed his hair down to make himself look nice.

Gamora had to admit when she first saw him she was not sure this was her Peter. She of course instantly disliked his appearance, it was just... wrong. If she had her way she would tear that suit off him and muss his hair up back to the messy way it should be.

Then she would shove him against the wall and kiss him until neither could breathe. Perhaps she might even bite him, for some reason she was feeling an almost animalistic desire to mark him as hers. The cause of these thoughts was currently leaning far closer to Peter than Gamora would have liked.

The assassin found herself relieved she was so high up from the party because she could not stop the quiet growl that left her lips. She wanted so badly to rip this woman apart with her bare hands, then feed her bits to some hounds, and finally hurl the hounds into deep space. Perhaps that would be a suitable punishment for touching her Peter.

Gamora took a breath and forced herself to calm down. Where in the galaxy had that train of thought come from? Normally Gamora was not prone to emotional outbursts but the Zehoberi woman quickly figured out the cause.

Once again it was Peter making her feel new emotions she had never had the chance to have. Emotions that made her... normal. At least more normal than she was before, it did not change the fact she could as Peter always said "kill anyone with her pinky toe". Gamora found the phrase odd but she quickly figured out its meaning.

In truth Gamora knew that the source of her mental rage did not actually come from Peter. She just did not want to admit it to herself. In fact the source was in the room with her.

It was actually all the women in this party.

All of the females here were dressed in such finery. Gamora was not stupid, she knew they were all good looking. Perhaps some of the most attractive women on the planet. From the dresses that flowed as they twirled to the golden jewelry that adorned their bodies these women were in a class far above Gamora.

What was she? Just some assassin that could not even remember the last time she wore a dress or anything of the sort. She wore no jewelry, never used make-up, all the various ways she had observed women use to appeal to men she simply did not do.

Before she even realized it Gamora was slowly running her fingers her face. Her skin was fairly smooth beneath her fingertips except on certain spots. Gamora had been expecting Peter to ask about the marks on her face some time ago but strangely he never did.

Gamora figured that he did not care about them for one of two reasons. The most likely was that he assumed they were just part of her anatomy, something he of course had almost zero knowledge on. The second possibility was the one she was scared to even entertain. This was because there was no way that Peter would think this way, he did not care about them because he found them attractive on her.

Gamora had never even had that idea until she and Peter began their romance. A nagging voice in her mind, similar to the one that reminded her that she was a murderer, occasionally would suggest these crazy ideas like that. The fact that the facial markings were attractive to Peter was doubtful at best, right?

There was one other thing that was eating away at Gamora's insides as she watched the party from above. Something that she could not deny bothered her greatly.

These women were actually able to dance.

Peter was constantly trying to get her to dance but she always refused. He had the utmost faith that she could do it but that was not the issue. The problem was that Peter was such a fine dancer, she would be a hindrance to him every time they danced together. He should not dance with someone who would just step on his toes or bump him around. She would do worse than look foolish, she would make Peter look foolish. Maybe even accidentally injure him.

Peter to Gamora's surprise would never try to push her. If she said she did not want to dance he would not try to force the issue. She knew how badly he wanted to get her to do it but he would never make her do something she really did not want to do.

As if that damn terran needed to do anything to endear him to her even more.

Again looking over the dancing couples Gamora let out a soft sigh. She could see Peter dancing with their target again, the pair moved almost perfectly in time with the rhythm. Something Gamora so badly wished she could do.

Gamora closed her eyes and for one moment of letting her mind run free she pictured what it would be like if she was down there with Peter.

Gamora slowly strode into the room, wearing a form fitting crimson gown that extended to just past her knees, the garment cut slightly low baring just a hint of cleavage. Her hair would be down cascading over her back and shoulders just the way she knew Peter liked. The only jewelry on her body a simple pair of gold earrings and a small matching golden necklace that completed the ensemble.

The crowd slowly parted as Gamora stepped forth toward the middle of the floor. Peter was there waiting there for her, still dressed in the suit, with that smirk that made Gamora's heart melt every time she saw it. Peter held his hand out for her which she instantly accepted. The former outlaw pulled her close into his embrace as the soft music began.

The Zehoberi felt Peter's hands slowly slide down her sides to rest on her hips while her own arms wrap around his neck. The pair slowly rocked back and forth with the quiet music. At once the two leaned forward their foreheads touching each others as they continued to sway to the beat.

No words were said, none needed to be said. Terran and Zehoberi moved and even breathed in near perfect sync. The dance floor completely empty except for the pair of lovers slow dancing.

Never before in her life had Gamora ever felt more at home, more like she belonged, than this moment.

Soon the music began to pick up slightly.

There was Peter's trademark smirk again.

Slowly the pair shifted positions and began to move slightly faster. No longer were they just rocking back and forth. Gamora did not even try to think, instead she moved with the sound and followed Peter's lead. The terran moved effortlessly but somehow she did as well. The assassin was beaming as Peter spun her around to the tune.

Before long Gamora felt herself being dipped to the floor with Peter easily supporting her with one arm. His own smile was a mirror to her own. They stayed like that for several moments as the crowd all around them applauded.

Gamora felt her cheeks flush at all the attention but Peter lifted her back to her feet and pulled her close. Looking up, Gamora found her dark eyes entranced by his blue orbs.

She did not even think as she slowly leaned forward, their lips barely an inch apart.

All of a sudden Gamora's comm. buzzed with Rocket's voice. "Is Quill done yet? Getting bored over here, might need to spice things up."

The interruption was so sudden that Gamora was actually startled. She found herself instantly snapped out of her fantasy. Gamora groaned quietly, she wanted so badly to throttle the furry rodent for interrupting.

Before she could even answer Peter's voice came over the comm. answering for her. "All done Rocket, ready to rock & roll?"

Gamora was about to ask what that meant when Drax did it for her. "Why would we be rolling a rock?"

Peter groaned on the other end of the line. Gamora felt more than heard the resulting facepalm she knew Peter was in the middle of doing. She had to suppress a giggle at the image.

"Whatever, vault's open and we got what we need, headin' back to the ship." Rocket's gruff voice spoke up.

"Meet you all there," Gamora finally spoke up as she made her way out of the mansion.

All in all Peter found the mission to not be too difficult. Flirting with a woman not his girlfriend was a lot harder than he expected though. The face that she was above him in the rafters made the whole thing even worse. Which was precisely why the moment he managed to seduce the target into being alone with him he instantly hit her with a taser and got the fingerprints.

Then he proceeded the get the hell out of dodge.

He really hoped she was not mad at him when he got back. He did not want to do this mission, it was Rocket's idea. Hopefully she trusted him that he would not do anything he should not.

When he got back to the Milano he found Gamora waiting for him with her arms crossed.

Not good.

Walking right up to her he decided if she was going to kick the crap out of him he would face her wrath with dignity.

The moment he was within arm's reach she grabbed onto the lapels of his suit jacket and shoved him hard into the wall. He was somewhat expecting that but what happened next was to his infinite surprise.

Instead of hitting him the green skinned beauty crashed her lips onto his with a fiery, almost animalistic passion. Peter kissed back with matching passion without hesitation. Not what he was expecting but he was not going to complain.

Her grip on his suit coat never relented as he peppered his chin and neck with kisses. Peter was no fool, he held his tongue and kept quiet. At least he did until she bit hard into his neck. Peter yelped but Gamora held him in place for a few moments before letting go.

She whispered a single word against his skin. "Mine."

The assassin took a step back breathing heavily. Peter could easily see the flush on her cheek, she looked almost embarrassed.

Before Peter could even make a further sound Gamora was gone. Leaving Peter alone in the hallway of the Milano feeling his neck. The bruise from the bite was already forming.

That was certainly... odd.

"Hmm, if she get's like that when I flirt with other women maybe I should do it more often." Peter chuckled to himself softly. Nah, he was not that stupid.

Hopefully it was not too bad everyone. I'll try to hurry up and get the next one finished to make up for the wait.

I will offer a hint though.

It will either be the M rated chapter or will be another major milestone in a relationship. I leave the question of what that could be to your speculation.

Now for the M rated chapter, I figured out a way to fix it so that the people who wanted one get it while the others can skip over it if they so choose. Personally I think it is an important step of a relationship, especially for the fragile, heart of glass Gamora.

As always reviews are more appreciated than you all know.