[ When Peter had first offered her a spot in the Guardians, her only stipulation was that she could come and go as she pleased. She still wanted to know about her Siren lineage, and that had taken precedent.
The closer she got to Peter, the less she really cared. It would be nice to learn about where she came from and why she could do the things she could do, but she had no real desire to learn any of that without him. She loved her new place among the Guardians, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.
But then Lilith had contacted her with a lead to some hidden Eridian archives, limited time offer. The price for Eridian artifacts was high on the black market, and if they wanted even a hint, they would have to get to it before the treasure hunters, scavengers, and dealers did.
Luck would have it that the Guardians themselves were in the middle of something well-paying and a little more long-term than their usual fair. They could afford to spare Maya, but not she and Peter both. (That had been a very long and involved discussion, where by and large, the others insisted she go. There wouldn't be another chance at this. She should go.)
It's been a little more than a month since she left. (One month and eight days, ten hours, and twenty seven minutes, but she wasn't counting.) The archives had been a bust- she and Lilith had found them looted and what hadn't been taken had been destroyed- and while that left her feeling somewhat disheartened, she was anxious to get back on the Milano.
God, she missed Peter something fierce. Sure, they kept in contact with constant status updates (and maybe a couple of instances of ECHOsex), but it just wasn't the same. They had agreed to rendezvous on Pandora, near what used to be Opportunity (and had sort of become an extension of Sanctuary more recently). It was a good place for the Milano to land, and Lilith and Maya could part ways from there.
She and Lilith's little shuttle had touched down a while ago, and now she's waiting for the others to arrive.
A lot can change in one month and eight days, ten hours, and twenty seven minutes, and even Maya would admit she'd changed a little. She has to wonder what they would think of that. ]
[ Peter has no fucking clue how people could do long distance relationships.
Like, seriously, it was the worst thing. After months and months of getting to wake up with Maya beside him, having her watch his back while he watched hers on every job, fucking around (sometimes literally) when they found themselves with some downtime -- these past few weeks (well month, really [well, one month, eight days, and ten hours, actually]) have pretty much been hell.
He can barely remember what he used to do without her.
(That's not true. He knows he used to wake up next to a random, good-looking girl (or man, or undecided, or ???) that he met at a club or a bar or some divey restaurant, and he would try to sneak out before she woke, or he'd offer to buy her breakfast somewhere to get her off the ship; before he left the Ravagers, Yondu would give him solo jobs that didn't seem to require backup, though they always did; and during downtime he would go out searching for someone to share the night with and start the cycle over again.
Most of his relations were empty and meaningless. He thought he was having fun, but it wasn't until he had started something with Maya that he realized he was actually lonely as hell during all that time.)
It was just their luck that they'd get one of the best paying assignments in a long while just as Maya and Lilith caught wind of some Eridian artifacts, but he didn't begrudge her the opportunity. After all, they'd made the agreement early on that she could come and go as she pleased, and Peter was really trying to become a man of his word where his team was concerned. Even though they frequently messaged and called each other, he missed her like crazy, and it's the most distracting thing he’s ever experienced (also possibly not true, if he were to include that kinky guy he met several years back, who had decided that a strategically placed remote-controlled vibrator and taking Peter to somewhere very public and respectable was his idea of a really great time). It just sucked not having her with him as they took out this slaver ring piece by piece. It would've been fun.
(The couple that kills together, stays together? It occurs to Peter that their relationship is pretty non-traditional.)
Gamora often had to pick up some of his slack when they planned out their jobs, but while she didn't approve of his inattention, she understood where he was coming from, at least, and seemed to approve of that. Maybe she thought it was sweet how he was pining after Maya like a stray puppy left alone at home for the first time. Drax kept shooting him these knowing looks and nods of commiseration (at least he thinks they were commiserating looks? what if they were come hither looks? oh god), and Peter would just look away in embarrassment. At least Rocket and Groot were easy to deal with. Rocket didn’t give a shit, and Groot would just grow him a little blue flower when he noticed he was getting really down.
Peter has a lot of little blue flowers hidden away somewhere in his room.
But one slave ring dismantled and a month (and eight days, and ten hours, and twenty-fucking-seven long minutes) later, and the Milano is touching down outside of Opportunity. He sees the unmistakable flash of blue out of the ship’s canopy, and he can’t help the wide grin from appearing on his face. Once they’ve landed properly, Peter’s the first one out of his seat, naturally, the first one sliding down the ladder to the airlock, the first one out the door, and he’s fucking charging to sweep Maya up in a bear hug--
-- And skidding to a halt just in front of her, because-- ]
[ That said, he's stepping in to grab her around the waist and hug the living daylights out of her, possibly spinning her around for good measure, just for fun. ]
[ When he says that, she blushes in a way she hasn't blushed since the early stages of their relationship, and she laughs as he picks her up and spins her, arms looping around his neck. ]
[ He sets her down and pretends to look puzzled. ] Has it been very long? Jeez, I hadn't even noticed.
[ He says that, but he also has a book filled with pressed blue flowers, courtesy of Groot, that says otherwise. One month, eight days, ten hours, and the longest twenty-seven minutes of his life were enough to amass a small collection. ]
[ It's not a suggestion, because she grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him into a kiss. It's a kiss that says "I love you" and "I missed you" and "I would be totally cool with it if you wanted to do this for the rest of the day". ]
[ He was in the middle of a smartass reply when she yanks him down, so at first he makes a surprised "Mrrf?!" sound against her mouth.
But then-- yep. He remembers why he liked kissing Maya so much, and why a long distance relationship would never work, because he'd probably just go chasing after her, wherever she happened to be in the galaxy, because making out is so goddamn excellent. He relaxes against her and returns the kiss wholeheartedly (I know and I missed you too, and Don't you dare tempt me).
From somewhere in the direction of the Milano, a gruff voice yells, "Holy-- That's disgustin'. Get a frikkin' room!" and Peter is obliged to flip Rocket off, not bothering to break the kiss. ]
[ Immediately, ] I missed you like fucking crazy, and I'm pretty sure Groot took it on himself to implement Operation: Cheer This Dumbass Up, and I kept saying really funny shit only you weren't there to give me pity laughs and it made me sad every time, and have I mentioned how goddamn hot you look?
[ She just. Grabs him by the wrist and drags him off.
Opportunity is fucking huge, and it was designed to house more than robots and engineers. It was meant to be Handsome Jack's shining city (and monument to his ridiculous ego), but the Crimson Raiders had taken it over and were slowly converting it into Sanctuary 2.0. A few people were already living in the apartments, though not many.
It takes a while to find the apartment she has a key to- everything kind of looks alike and it's easy to get turned around. That and thinking about all of the things she would very much like to do to Peter are quite distracting.
When she swings the door open, she only takes a moment to notice the fact that it looks like a model home almost- never lived in, but fully furnished with everything in sterile whites and light greys. The moment passes and she's turning to shut the door, and pinning Peter against the nearest wall to kiss him soundly in one fluid motion. ]
[ For the second time today, he's starts to say something (this time something about the decor) when it turns into a quiet "Mmph" as Maya kisses him. He pulls back briefly to put on a look of mock outrage. ]
Is this gonna be a thing, now? I start talking and you just grab me and snog me?
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The closer she got to Peter, the less she really cared. It would be nice to learn about where she came from and why she could do the things she could do, but she had no real desire to learn any of that without him. She loved her new place among the Guardians, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.
But then Lilith had contacted her with a lead to some hidden Eridian archives, limited time offer. The price for Eridian artifacts was high on the black market, and if they wanted even a hint, they would have to get to it before the treasure hunters, scavengers, and dealers did.
Luck would have it that the Guardians themselves were in the middle of something well-paying and a little more long-term than their usual fair. They could afford to spare Maya, but not she and Peter both. (That had been a very long and involved discussion, where by and large, the others insisted she go. There wouldn't be another chance at this. She should go.)
It's been a little more than a month since she left. (One month and eight days, ten hours, and twenty seven minutes, but she wasn't counting.) The archives had been a bust- she and Lilith had found them looted and what hadn't been taken had been destroyed- and while that left her feeling somewhat disheartened, she was anxious to get back on the Milano.
God, she missed Peter something fierce. Sure, they kept in contact with constant status updates (and maybe a couple of instances of ECHOsex), but it just wasn't the same. They had agreed to rendezvous on Pandora, near what used to be Opportunity (and had sort of become an extension of Sanctuary more recently). It was a good place for the Milano to land, and Lilith and Maya could part ways from there.
She and Lilith's little shuttle had touched down a while ago, and now she's waiting for the others to arrive.
A lot can change in one month and eight days, ten hours, and twenty seven minutes, and even Maya would admit she'd changed a little. She has to wonder what they would think of that. ]
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Like, seriously, it was the worst thing. After months and months of getting to wake up with Maya beside him, having her watch his back while he watched hers on every job, fucking around (sometimes literally) when they found themselves with some downtime -- these past few weeks (well month, really [well, one month, eight days, and ten hours, actually]) have pretty much been hell.
He can barely remember what he used to do without her.
(That's not true. He knows he used to wake up next to a random, good-looking girl (or man, or undecided, or ???) that he met at a club or a bar or some divey restaurant, and he would try to sneak out before she woke, or he'd offer to buy her breakfast somewhere to get her off the ship; before he left the Ravagers, Yondu would give him solo jobs that didn't seem to require backup, though they always did; and during downtime he would go out searching for someone to share the night with and start the cycle over again.
Most of his relations were empty and meaningless. He thought he was having fun, but it wasn't until he had started something with Maya that he realized he was actually lonely as hell during all that time.)
It was just their luck that they'd get one of the best paying assignments in a long while just as Maya and Lilith caught wind of some Eridian artifacts, but he didn't begrudge her the opportunity. After all, they'd made the agreement early on that she could come and go as she pleased, and Peter was really trying to become a man of his word where his team was concerned. Even though they frequently messaged and called each other, he missed her like crazy, and it's the most distracting thing he’s ever experienced (also possibly not true, if he were to include that kinky guy he met several years back, who had decided that a strategically placed remote-controlled vibrator and taking Peter to somewhere very public and respectable was his idea of a really great time). It just sucked not having her with him as they took out this slaver ring piece by piece. It would've been fun.
(The couple that kills together, stays together? It occurs to Peter that their relationship is pretty non-traditional.)
Gamora often had to pick up some of his slack when they planned out their jobs, but while she didn't approve of his inattention, she understood where he was coming from, at least, and seemed to approve of that. Maybe she thought it was sweet how he was pining after Maya like a stray puppy left alone at home for the first time. Drax kept shooting him these knowing looks and nods of commiseration (at least he thinks they were commiserating looks? what if they were come hither looks? oh god), and Peter would just look away in embarrassment. At least Rocket and Groot were easy to deal with. Rocket didn’t give a shit, and Groot would just grow him a little blue flower when he noticed he was getting really down.
Peter has a lot of little blue flowers hidden away somewhere in his room.
But one slave ring dismantled and a month (and eight days, and ten hours, and twenty-fucking-seven long minutes) later, and the Milano is touching down outside of Opportunity. He sees the unmistakable flash of blue out of the ship’s canopy, and he can’t help the wide grin from appearing on his face. Once they’ve landed properly, Peter’s the first one out of his seat, naturally, the first one sliding down the ladder to the airlock, the first one out the door, and he’s fucking charging to sweep Maya up in a bear hug--
-- And skidding to a halt just in front of her, because-- ]
Holy shit, your hair.
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Wow. Way to make her feel self-conscious in a matter of seconds. ]
What about it?
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After a second he grins. ]
-- You look really fucking sexy like that.
[ That said, he's stepping in to grab her around the waist and hug the living daylights out of her, possibly spinning her around for good measure, just for fun. ]
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God dammit, I've missed you so much.
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[ He says that, but he also has a book filled with pressed blue flowers, courtesy of Groot, that says otherwise. One month, eight days, ten hours, and the longest twenty-seven minutes of his life were enough to amass a small collection. ]
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[ It's not a suggestion, because she grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him into a kiss. It's a kiss that says "I love you" and "I missed you" and "I would be totally cool with it if you wanted to do this for the rest of the day". ]
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But then-- yep. He remembers why he liked kissing Maya so much, and why a long distance relationship would never work, because he'd probably just go chasing after her, wherever she happened to be in the galaxy, because making out is so goddamn excellent. He relaxes against her and returns the kiss wholeheartedly (I know and I missed you too, and Don't you dare tempt me).
From somewhere in the direction of the Milano, a gruff voice yells, "Holy-- That's disgustin'. Get a frikkin' room!" and Peter is obliged to flip Rocket off, not bothering to break the kiss. ]
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And they might be the most adorably classless couple in the entire galaxy.
But she holds onto that kiss for a while, and when she finally breaks away, she doesn't go far. ] What was that about not noticing?
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Oh, man. This has been the longest goddamn month of my entire life.
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[ A beat. ]
Not that I was keepin' track, or anything.
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Not that I was keeping track either.
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I think you 'n' I have some serious catching up to do.
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[ she holds up a little key-card looking device, and grins ] Shall we tour my new apartment?
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[ A beat. ]
Fifty-nine.
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Opportunity is fucking huge, and it was designed to house more than robots and engineers. It was meant to be Handsome Jack's shining city (and monument to his ridiculous ego), but the Crimson Raiders had taken it over and were slowly converting it into Sanctuary 2.0. A few people were already living in the apartments, though not many.
It takes a while to find the apartment she has a key to- everything kind of looks alike and it's easy to get turned around. That and thinking about all of the things she would very much like to do to Peter are quite distracting.
When she swings the door open, she only takes a moment to notice the fact that it looks like a model home almost- never lived in, but fully furnished with everything in sterile whites and light greys. The moment passes and she's turning to shut the door, and pinning Peter against the nearest wall to kiss him soundly in one fluid motion. ]
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Is this gonna be a thing, now? I start talking and you just grab me and snog me?
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