Here is the final chapter of Stuck on You, now before anyone can freak out the story does not end here. I decided it will continue on into another story.

Whereas this one was the two stuck together and slowing realizing their attraction for each other the next will be them as an actual couple. It is not going to be as easy as one might think. The name of the next story will be at the end of this chapter.

Enjoy

Slowly opening his eyes, Peter was instantly hyperaware of his current predicament. There was very few things the former ravager was scared of but this was fairly high on that list.

He was in Gamora's bunk.

With his arms wrapped around the owner of said bunk.

After a few seconds he was able to clearly remember the night before. Gamora had actually brought him here to sleep instead of on the uncomfortable couch. She had after all been using him as a pillow for several nights so she had been at least somewhat comfy. It was rare to see the assassin so vulnerable, even if they had been forced together.

Peter was still frozen place as he took a close look at their position. They were both laying on their sides with a thin blanket draped over them. Gamora was still using his stuck arm as a pillow while her own stuck hand was holding his hand, their fingers still laced together. Peter must have moved in his sleep because now his hand was directly on top of Gamora's stomach pressing her body into his.

Peter really hoped Gamora did not kill him when she awoke.

Although the more he thought about it he knew she would not. They had slept in a very similar position the night before. She was being very trusting to him, despite knowing his reputation. She even seemed to like sleeping like this.

All of a sudden Gamora stirred in her sleep.

Peter froze even more than he already was and waited. The Zehoberi woman moved slightly but did not seem to awaken. Instead she pushed her body back further into Peter's.

The ex outlaw dared not move his head an inch but he could have sworn he noticed a few things. The first thing was obvious. Gamora's entire body was relaxed, far more relaxed than Peter had ever seen her. As if she was trusting him completely to watch over her in her sleep and protect her. Something Gamora did not trust anyone to do, ever. Yet here she was.

If someone had asked for his opinion Peter would have told them the opposite, not to trust him. He was a former womanizer after all. He could not count the number of times he had been in this exact same position with various women.

Were this one of his normal nights he would first silently slip out of the bed. Something he could easily do, even holding onto Gamora like he was. Practice did make perfect after all. Then he would get dressed and sneak out the door to never see the woman he slept with ever again. No goodbyes or parting words of any kind.

This was not one of his normal nights though. This was Gamora, deadliest woman in the galaxy. She could probably instantly feel him move then would wake up. It was not only different because he did not sleep with the green skinned beauty, not only because he was holding Gamora closer than he normally would have. No, it was something different. Something he never had with all of the other women.

Peter had no desire to let Gamora go.

If he had his way Peter was not sure he ever wanted to unwrap her from his arms. The way they were laying just felt... right. As if she belonged there with him.

Peter was so lost in his thoughts he did not think about what he was doing as he buried his nose into her pink tresses. He realized a moment too late when Gamora went rigid in his hold what he had done.

She was definitely awake now.

Peter cursed his own stupidity in his mind. She was definitely going to kick the crap out of him now. Maybe she would tolerate... cuddling, if it could so be called, when she was unaware of it but now that she was awake Peter fully expected her to at least move away from him, maybe elbow him hard.

The blow Peter was expecting never came, instead she slowly relaxed and did not pull away at all. Peter's nose was still engulfed in her hair because he was afraid to move. The next surprise came when she let out a soft hum as if she was enjoying his action.

"This feels... nice", Gamora's voice was soft and almost hesitant, like she was scared to admit it.

Peter nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is."

The former ravager had no clue what else to say. The moment seemed a little awkward at first but it did not seem to be so anymore once they were both relaxed. Peter still had no desire to let her go and to Gamora she seemed to have no inclination to pull away.

"Peter?" Gamora's voice was so soft Peter almost missed it.

"Hmm?" Peter looked up to see Gamora was holding one of her hand up and flexing her fingers. He stared for a moment before the realization hit him. Peter did the same to his own fingers, he had been so deep in thought he did not feel lit until Gamora pointed it out.

Their hands were no longer stuck together.

Peter did not know how or if he should say it but he found himself wishing they were still stuck. While the ex outlaw was having an internal mental debate Gamora took his other hand off her stomach and held it in both of her own pulling Peter's hold around her tighter.

"Gamora?" Peter did not understand her actions. They were both freed now. Why was she not getting up and moving away from him? Maybe even beating him with both hands instead of the one? The situation was not making any sense.

"Can we... can we stay like this for a bit longer?"

Gamora's words struck harder than a slap to the face, just less painful. She actually wanted to stay like this.

Peter had to admit he liked this. It was not just holding a beautiful woman in his arms. It was the amazing woman that was Gamora, all fire, strength, and grace.

Their peaceful moment was inevitably broken when the pair had to get up. Even if they had both wanted to they could not lay in bed forever.

No one seemed to notice that the pair had shared a bunk for the night. They did however notice their unstuck hands.

Peter was fairly sure Rocket made some smart comment but Peter's mind was too far away to hear it. He was too busy thinking about a certain green skinned assassin. Specifically her behavior that morning when she had woken up.

After a short while making sure they were ready Peter was sitting in the pilot's seat with Rocket in the copilots seat beside him. With Peter and Gamora finally separated they could leave the planet and move on to the next.

Soon they were off the ground and back into the skies. Their next destination already programmed into the autopilot. Rocket left shortly after they broke the atmosphere, saying something about working on some projects. Peter really hoped he was not doing some permanent damage to the Milano.

With manual control no longer needed Peter sighed softly and propped his feet up on the dashboard. Staring out into the vast expanse of stars, Peter again let his mind drift to Gamora.

There had been more than a few nights before their hands were stuck together that the two had sat here on the bridge in silence. Not nervous uncomfortable silence but the comfortable silence of two close friends. Sometimes they would talk but never about anything really deep, unlike their nights when they were fused.

Peter suddenly felt a presence to his side. The steps were quiet, the sound of someone sitting in the copilots seat just as quiet.

Think of the devil and she shall appear.

Gamora did not say anything at first. Somehow Peter knew she was staring at the stars just as he was. She told him once that she found gazing at the vast expanse soothing. Peter could not agree more.

Peter was unsure how much time had passed until he saw movement in his peripheral vision. Without hesitating Peter extended his hand out and instantly felt a very familiar feminine hand reaching for him. Lacing his fingers with hers, Peter felt Gamora squeeze his hand softly.

Chancing a look, Peter saw that Gamora was looking out at the stars like he was moments before. The green blush was all over her face again. He also noticed something else. She had that thoughtful look on her face again, like there was something she was thinking extremely hard about.

Peter assumed it must have something to do with why she was here right now with him. They had just spent several days together and her first opportunity for really private time she was using to sit here with him and hold his hand.

Regardless of why she was there Peter could not deny his happiness that she was.

"Peter I..." Gamora sounded hesitant, like she was scared about something. It was not a tone of voice that Peter would have associated with the deadly assassin.

"Gamora, you okay?" Peter was worried now. He did not like it when Gamora sounded like that. He would have thought her to be happy. She was not stuck dragging him along anymore.

There was the ghost of a smile on the Zehoberi woman's face. "There you go again, being so noble." Peter was about to say something but she continued, cutting him off. "You rush into a burning building to save me, shield me from my nightmares, you even risk your life to save Drax and Rocket, knowing full well that with only one hand free you are at a large disadvantage, more so than the rest of us had we been in the same position. That is only in the last few days."

Peter did not have a clue where she was going with this conversation. So what if he did all that? These people were his... family. That was the right word, or at least as close as he could manage.

"All of you would have done the same," Peter was watching the assassin now. She never once looked at him as she spoke. If she heard him she did not show it.

"You Peter Quill are quite possibly the most honorable man I have ever had the pleasure to meet." Gamora finally tore her eyes away from the stars but was now looking at the floor.

Peter soon realized she was avoiding looking directly at him. Gamora was nervous about something, what that could be Peter was still trying to figure out. What could the deadliest woman in the galaxy be nervous about?

"I am... unfamiliar with how to say this. I find your company to be quite... enjoyable..." Gamora was still blushing like mad, she was even fumbling over her words.

Peter thought hard for a moment.

Wait a minute... Gamora could not possibly be...

Realization hit Peter harder than the crash of the Dark Aster.

Stumbling over words, liking his company, holding his hand, being alone with him (despite having just gotten unstuck from him), blushing, talking so much about what a great person he was, Peter could not believe he did not figure it out sooner. These were all signs of something Peter had seen before.

Gamora was trying to confess feelings to him that she did not know how to explain.

Taking a quick glance to make sure the autopilot was online, Peter stood up pulling Gamora to her feet with him.

"Come on," Peter pulled a curious Gamora out of the cockpit back to the common area, never once letting go of her hand or letting up on the light squeeze he had on it. He sat her down on the couch in the exact same position they had sat in their first night stuck together.

Peter took a breath and mentally prepared himself. This was either going to end very well or the complete opposite. Well, he was an outlaw, he had done crazier things.

Slowly, as to not scare her away, Peter let go of her hand and reached his arm around Gamora. Wrapping it around her waist he pulled her close into his side. Gamora almost eagerly followed his pull.

Peter was the first to speak. "Do you remember what you said on Knowhere? When I let you listen to my walkman?"

"Yes?" Gamora said it slowly, like she did not know where he was going with this.

"It's true you know, you're not some starry eyed waif. You're... so much more." Peter mentally cursed himself. Great, now he was stumbling over his words too like some lovesick teenager.

That image stopped Peter's train of thought dead in its tracks. Lovesick teenager... That was exactly what this was. Gamora had never had social interaction with people outside her 'siblings' and Thanos, if you could call that social interaction at least. Hell, her first real friends were the guardians. No wonder she had so much trouble making friends. Gamora's words just before the battle for Xandar echoed in Peter's mind.

I lived most of my life surrounded by my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends.

This woman had no clue how to act on feelings she had no experience in. The irony of the fact that sad feelings were directed at him was not lost on the former womanizer.

On the opposite side of the equation Peter was not in that much better of a boat. Sure, yeah he had been with a lot of women before now, he did not call himself a womanizer for nothing. Those relationships lacked one thing that all real relationships had. Actual feelings, like actual caring of that other person. To put it bluntly Peter had had many one night stands but no relationships. He knew how to kiss a woman, how to touch them, and other things like that, but how to act towards one he was not only intending to sleep with? The man was completely lost.

In short the 'legendary' star lord did not know how to be in or start a relationship.

Peter certainly knew a bit more than Gamora but he was just as much a fish out of water than she was. No, it was more like a fish pulled out of water then hurled into space in Peter's opinion.

Peter felt at least a tiny bit better knowing that he and Gamora were on somewhat even ground.

Peter knew it would not be easy, he had done easy all his life. This was Gamora though. She was worth all the hard work and far beyond. If she was willing to try than so was he.

"I... care about you too Gamora," Peter tried to be smooth but failed instantly. Were this any normal woman he would just flash one of his dazzling smiles, a little flirtation, then bam off to the races. Peter's normal confidence and cockiness was banished simply by Gamora's presence.

Damn, this woman had an effect on him.

It also made Peter feel better when he noticed that Gamora's own stoic and somewhat cold demeanor was obliterated by his own presence. Reducing her to a similar state as him. Peter was not sure how he did but somehow he knew that was a good thing.

The smile that lit up Gamora's face was almost radiant. "You Peter Quill know more about my history than anyone... You know only some of what I have done. What do you see when you look at me?" Gamora's eyes finally turned to stare him in the face. Peter could see in her dark eyes the need to hear his answer.

Peter did not hesitate in his response. "I see a beautiful woman who despite everything thrown at her didn't once give up. Who fought on and saved an entire galaxy from destruction."

Peter's words seemed to strike a chord of some kind within Gamora. She looked away for a moment. Then before Peter could react she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"No one has ever called me beautiful... You're blind Peter..." Gamora's words were so quiet that Peter would have missed them had she not been so close. "You don't see the monster, the butcher... her hands so covered in blood it is dripping to the very ground..." The Zehoberi woman tightened her grip on the former outlaw as if afraid he would vanish any moment.

Peter's first response was to snake his other arm around her in a tight hold. Then he spoke just as softly as her. "Blind? Nah, what you're talking about just isn't there. Was it there before? Maybe, but now? That's gone Gamora. You're not a monster, far from it."

Peter gently maneuvered them so that they were face to face. He softly touched his forehead to hers to look her in the eye. "Who was the one that first brought up the idea of taking the orb to someone who would not use it? Even after we discovered what it was. Who was the first to stand with me just before attacking Ronan? Who was the one to first join me in holding the infinity stone?"

To both Peter's relief and nervousness, Gamora never once took her eyes of his as she listened silently. In fact she leaned slightly closer to the terran man.

"You Gamora have more heart than all of us. I may have led us into the fight but you brought us together. To do better, to be better." Peter's voice was barely a whisper now as he leaned even closer.

If you had asked Peter later where his mind went he would say he had no idea. Next thing he knew Gamora was leaning even closer to him, her eyes closed. Their lips barely inches apart. The former ravager's mind simply shut down as he stopped resisting and did the same. His arm coming to wrap around Gamora's shoulders.

Their lips were just about to touch when an excited yell tore through the whole ship.

"I AM GROOT!"

On reflex, Peter and Gamora pulled apart just enough to stay in each other's arms but have a small distance.

Just then the owner of that yell came barreling into the room on what must have been brand new legs. The miniature floral colossus did not even stop to regard them. Instead he just ran straight through the room. Peter could not help but equate it to a toddler running for the first time.

Seconds after another yell followed Groot's. "Hey! I don't care that you can run! Slow down will ya?!" Rocket came running though the room and, just like Groot, did not even seem to notice the pair on the couch.

Peter and Gamora's gaze followed the two out. Peter's mind snapped back into focus but he once again found himself unsure what to say. Gamora was in similar condition, her green blush lighting up her entire face at their almost kiss.

Peter cleared his throat quietly. "Umm..." Of all times for Peter's tongue to fail him now this was quite possibly the worst.

Groot and Rocket's yelling was still echoing through the ship but to Peter it could not be farther.

After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence Peter finally found his voice. "Look Gamora... I know I'm not exactly what someone would call relationship material but if you're willing to try... I am too."

Gamora nodded slowly, her gaze downcast again. "You are willing to have me? Even with my past history and inexperience in these matters?" Gamora's eyes swiftly shot up and were boring into his again. As if searching for any hint of deception.

Peter felt a small smirk pull at his lips. "Willing to have you? I should be asking you that, womanizer remember?" That at least brought the tiny beginnings of a smile to Gamora's own lips.

She slowly leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder. "Not anymore."

Gently pulling her close to him again, Peter's smile soon spread across his whole face as he rested his head on top of hers.

Oh yes, he could definitely get used to this.

And so everyone this step of our journey comes to an end.

But where one tale ends another begins.

This story will continue in another one called "Learning to be Lovers". Peter and Gamora will be an established, well learning to be an established, couple in that one. It will be posted as soon as I finish the first chapter.

I would like to thank everyone who read this story and especially those who left a review. I had never expected this story to be so popular among the fanfiction crowd. It is the most I have written in probably four years. It is always reviewers like all of you that inspire all us writers to continue on.

As such , despite my depression, I believe you all have inspired me to go back and revisit the novel I only 3/4 finished four years ago.

I hope to see you all in the next story.

Review please