DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from Guardians of the Galaxy, either in its movie or comic incarnation. I own any OC I can invent, though. I am not making a £ out of this. It is just for shits and giggles.

Sorry for the wait, folks! It was bank holiday on Monday in UK, then we had a guy come over to repair our oven, and then general crazyness.

This chapter will finally show a bit of Gamora's PoV, and confuse things even further.

Warnings: more of Peter's confused boner, while Gamora is not confused at all. Non-graphic M/F/M threesome Peter/Gamora/OMC.
Don't kill me, we are getting closer and closer to the target, but I had to throw in some extra angst.

As soon as Peter and Ronan are back from their mission, Gamora immediately realises that there is something wrong. There is an extra weight to their gazes, an extra tension in their words. She would like to talk to them, but Peter buries himself in preparations, avoiding her, and Ronan does the same.

That night, after they land on Spartax Prime, Peter crawls in their bed, totally wiped out by exhaustion and tension.
Gamora holds him tight, waiting for him to feel comfortable and calm enough to tell her what's wrong.

"I want him, Gamora..." he whispers after a while. There is no need for him to clarify who is it that Peter wants. This is a discussion they have been having on and off for nearly a year, ever since they had their tearful "group therapy session". Gamora shares his desire, and often they have fantasized of dragging Ronan into their bed and taking turns in driving him mad with pleasure. So far, they have been biding their time, waiting for a sign. Maybe things are finally coming to a head, she thinks.

"I love him... You know." Peter continues, hugging her even closer. There is desperation in his words, even if she doesn't understand why.
Gamora starts petting his hair. It always relaxes him.
"I know, of course I know. - she whispers - And you know I love him too." she adds.

Back when they had lived together on the Dark Aster, she had not allowed herself to feel anything for Thanos' proud and solemn newest plaything, but she loved the loyal, gentle and hopelessly awkward person that she had discovered him to be from the bottom of her heart.

Among her people, before they were almost completely wiped out by Thanos, each woman used to marry two men, choosing them to balance each other out. A marriage in which the two men also loved each other used to be considered a perfect marriage.
She doesn't remember her mother and her two fathers much, just glimpses here and there, but she remembers they were happy, and in love, and that they loved her. For her, that is the paradigm of happiness, stability and comfort, and since she had started to be able to feel again, she has wanted something like this for herself.
The gods were kind to her, after so much misfortune, they have put on her path two wonderful men, and she loves them both, for different reasons, but with the same intensity. She is sure they could be happy together, if only she could get the two of them to talk to each other, or Ronan to talk to anyone before getting to the breaking point.

"I nearly had him, last night... - Peter continues, whispering close to her ear - Oh, gods, Gamora... I wish you could have seen him! He was... amazing. I never wanted any man as much as I want him..." he confesses.
He tells her of their ploy to get an audience with We'al of having Ronan tied up and blindfolded at his mercy, of marking him, and of how he whimpered and cried out for him, of how his hardness pressed against Peter's leg as the Terran kissed him...

Gamora feels herself getting wet and ready just by hearing about it.
"So finally you two have managed to sort it out..." she whispers heatedly, kissing him hard.
"I... no, Gamora, I don't think so..." he replies, breaking the kiss and hiding his face against her neck.
"What went wrong?" she asks, puzzled. What he told her seems like a wonderful resolution to their problem.
"He is... he is a bloody virgin, Gamora! - Peter explodes, blushing an adorable shade of crimson - He had never even been kissed before yesterday night!"
At those words, something inside her does a victory dance. It is even better than what she had imagined. She would want nothing better than to be Ronan's first, to watch him discover they joys of sex with them...

"I fail to see how this might be a problem, Peter... It seems like a boon to me..." she whispers.
"It is a problem if he doesn't know what he wants and feels like it is a duty for him to go ahead with whatever we ask of him." he retorts somberly.
"Do you really think it is so?" she asks.
"I... I don't know. - he says, sounding lost and burrowing even harder against her - I was upset by what he had told me, so I asked him if he would take the initiative with me..." he recounts.
"And...?" Gamora asks gently, masking her own unease.
"And he didn't say anything... but he looked panicky. - he reveals - Either he is not ready for this yet, or he doesn't want it." he concludes dejectedly.
"Or maybe he was just confused into speechlessness, like he is sometimes. Come on Peter, you know how he is... - she tries to comfort him - You know that sometimes when things are too far out of his comfort zone he just... well he goes all silent and broody, until he has come to terms with it."
Peter raises his head for a moment, looking a little bit hopeful under all the doom and gloom.
"I know, but..." he starts to protest, but Gamora silences him with a kiss.
"And did you think that maybe he misunderstood you and thought you were asking him to dom you?" she asks, after they surface for air.
Peter does not reply, but she knows that he is thinking about her point.

"Maybe he wouldn't want that, maybe he doesn't like to lead in bed... - she wonders - Maybe what he wants is for us to dom him, but doesn't quite know it himself yet..." she adds and she feels him shiver in delight at the thought.
"Give him time, Peter... let him think about your moment together..." she exhorts him.

"I have, Gamora! Gods, we both have! - he nearly sobs - But now, after yesterday... I just can't stop thinking about him and all the things I want us to do together... and I don't want to pressure him, I want to wait for him, but... gods, I don't know how I'll manage..." he confesses.
Gamora shushes him gently, petting him to help him calm down.
"It's been long since we had a man in our bed. - she says - Maybe we should pick up someone on Spartax. Just to ease the pressure, you know... just to help us wait." she proposes.

Peter does not reply, but the following day, when they disperse to explore the capital of Spartax Prime, he drags her away from the rest and into a fancy club.
They pick up a tall Spartoi guy, dark-haired and tanned, and bring him back to the Milano. It is quite easy to convince him, Spartoi culture doesn't frown on homosexuality, and the Spartoi seem to have a taste for the exotic.

The guy is tall and powerful enough that if she closes her eyes, and keeps her hands resolutely away from his hair, she can imagine that the man who is thrusting into her as Peter takes him from behind is Ronan.
Still, it is purely physical, and it feels hollow, mechanical. It might sate the need gnawing at them, at least for a while, but it does nothing for the ache in her heart.
Only the real thing can cure that.