Chapter 8:

*Verena's POV*

I have found a room as my own during the journey towards Gamora's buyer. A very long day has tired me out so having a nap should be fine. My eyes closed as I drifted into a sleep, but after some time, I wake up and still tired.

Someone enter into the room while I am getting more sleep in the certain amount of time we have. Small, long fingers gently run themselves in my purple hair, relaxing me a little. It's Rocket.

"So beautiful," he mumbles under his breath.

I stir a little, maybe a little too soon, but he didn't remove his fingers. My eyes blink a couple of times.

"Did you sleep okay, Verena?" he asked softly with a smile.

"Yea," I smiled back tiredly as he slide down his hand to my cheek with some of my hair between his fingers. "I forgot how tiring escapes can be."

"Yea, well, after getting the money, you, me, and Groot are going to find a nicer place to live somewhere in the galaxies," he smiles a little more, lovely holding my cheek.

Rocket's always thinking about us as a whole which is one of the many reasons why I fell for him. We stay like this for a little before Rocket suddenly frowns before sighing looking away. His hand gets off of my cheek.

"Something wrong, Rocket?" I asked concerned, raising up by my hands.

"Something is wrong," he says, avoiding my concern look. "Something has been wrong for years now."

Rocket's words worry me more.

"Rocket, please tell me what's wrong," I speak softly, sitting up on the bed.

He looks at me and his eyes widened a little when he sees the tears begin to form in my lilac eyes.

"Ever since I got freed from them, I made a lifelong promise for myself," he confesses.

"What's the promise?"

"The promise is that," he pauses before letting out a growl, "the promise is that I don't fall in love."

"What?" I'm confused.

"No one's going to love me because I don't deserve to be loved."

His words stung me.

"Rocket," I speak firmly. "I don't deserve to be loved," I admitted, bowing my head in sadness.

He looks at me shocked. "No, no, no, don't say that!" Rocket moves my head up a little so our eyes can meet. "You deserve to be loved! You're beautiful, intelligent, and make killer weapons!" he grins at the last part.

It makes me giggle with a blush and I can feel my heart skip a beat.

"Than you deserved to be loved as well," I speak softly, placing my hand on his furry cheek. Rocket leans against it, melting into the touch. "You're cute, handsome, intelligent, and you always protect me from everything and you won't let anything harm me."

"I won't ever because you're my little lilac," he smiles, looking deep within my eyes. "And I'm your protector."

My smile grew bigger and happier as a single tear of happiness slides down my cheek.

He gets onto my lap, facing me and gently moves back closer to the wall behind me. It meets as if he's pinning me against it. His hands hold my face as I wrap my arms around his body.

Our lips finally meet after years of liking each other. Liking each other turn into falling truly in love. My face heats up blushing. Rocket's the one for me and I'm the one for him. The blush darkens when I feel his tongue licking my lower lip. Slowly and nervously, my mouth opens as he can explore my mouth. Each feeling makes me want him in more ways than I ever thought of and I can tell he feels the same way.

He meets with mine, making more waves of pleasure. Moans appear out of my mouth. Rocket moans as well, hearing mine. We fight for dominance resulting him as the winner. He kisses my lips one more time before making a trail from my jaw down my neck. I am a blushing, moaning mess.

The very handsome raccoon gently slides me down on the bed on my back again. Our lips meet as I brought him closer on top of me.

"Verena, I love you," he smiles when we end a very hot passionate make out section of our lives.

"I love you too, Rocket," I smiled back with my arms around him.

A loud knock appear on the door. "You two better not be making baby raccoons in there!" we hear Peter's voice on the other end of the door.

Rocket growls at the door, making me giggle. My hand guides his face back to me. Our lips meet again, forgetting about everyone else for a few more minutes.