A/N: Final chapter, glad to know a lot of you wanted this extra chapter as much as I did. Basically, this is the chapter filled with so much sexual content I had to change the rating to M. If you're not into that, that's cool! Hope you enjoyed the first four teen-rated chapters! If you are into that, well here you go. Hope you enjoy

Here he was, pressing up against Gamora's frame and slithering his tongue into her mouth. The details of how and why were lost on him, but all that mattered was the actual physical sensation of being with her then and now. He was no stranger to kissing and getting grabby with numerous women; he went out of his way for that kind of attention from any willing dame.

But this was different; he wanted to be with her for the sole reason of being with her. Not because of the superficial satisfaction that would hold him over for a week-maybe less.

Their kissing continued, varying back and forth from gentle caresses between their lips to a rough battle for dominance, the kind that included lip biting, tongues swirling against each other trying to get every taste you could salvage.

Occasionally they would break apart, only for Peter to roam down her jawbone to plant kisses on her slender neck. Every sensation was jolting, even down to the way the stubble of his cheeks would tickle her skin.

He took her lower lip in between his teeth, sucking on it gently before nipping down to the sensitive spot where shoulder met her neck. He nestled there, licking tenderly as if to apologize in advance for his next move. Gamora gasped in surprise when he began to suck on the spot, applying just enough pressure to leave a mark.

As Peter went to work on his love-bite, he wondered what color bruise it would leave against her grassy skin. Would it be dark green, mimicking the color of her lips, with tiny speckles of purple mixed it? He couldn't wait to find out. He pulled away from her neck with a satisfying pucker, examining his handiwork.

True enough, the colors were as accurate as he pictured in his head. He intended to leave a few more before the night was over. Forceful hands grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and brought him back up to face level with Gamora. Her face was beautifully flushed, and her eyes were glazed over with a lustful hunger. She wasn't satisfied yet, not by a long shot.

She pulled him in for another osculation, needing more of Peter in her system. With each kiss, the burning need grew stronger within her. Her hands touched him all over, greedy for the contact. Her fingertips grazed over his cheeks, the contours of his neck, and traveled down his clothed chest. The fabric was indeed a terrible obstruction she hoped to rid him of later.

A fire was building up in the pit of Peter's stomach, and even lower as well. His libido was going off the deep end, and the kissing just wasn't enough anymore. One hand, which was secured to one side of Gamora's head, found it's way to her thigh.

His deft fingers massaged small circles on the inside of her leg, slowly making their way up to the apex of her thighs. He could practically feel the warmth resonating off her sex, and the fire down below was raging now.

Suddenly, to his disappointment, she grabbed him by the wrist and brought his hand away from the hotness between her legs. She broke away from his lips for a moment to look at him, feeling guilty about stopping him so short. She didn't end his exploration because she didn't want him; the want was so apparent in so many ways, it hurt.

She brought his hand up to her lips, licking and planting a kiss on each of his fingertips. "I'm sorry," she began between heavy breaths. "I want to continue this just-" she paused and gestured around them, "not here."

Peter took a moment to recall his surroundings; he had forgotten entirely that they were still in the nightclub's bathroom. Each one of his senses had been completely devoted to Gamora; he didn't seem to care about where they were.

"So where would you like to proceed with our activities," he whispered huskily into the crook of her neck, kissing over the mark he had left.

Gamora wove her fingers into Peter's auburn hair, making a sound that was between a giggle and a moan. "Perhaps we could continue in the confines of your bunk?" She suggested, already wanting to run back to the ship and have all of him in every way she could.

Peter took no time at all, and scooped Gamora into his arms with ease. It would be faster to get back this way, and he honestly didn't care who saw him carrying her back. She giggled again, wrapping her arms around his neck and held on for the ride.

There was no hesitation on Peter's part in getting back to the ship the quickest way possible. He clambered back inside, throwing caution to the wind as he rushed back to his private quarters with a very turned on Gamora in his arms. The other crewmembers be damned, all that mattered was the two of them.

He put her down just outside the door, unlocking it and dragging her inside. He repeated what he did the first time inside the nightclub bathroom-with no complaints from Gamora-and pressed her back up against the closed door, too impatient to take a few extra steps to his bed. They'd get there eventually.

His lips soon found their way back to hers, licking her bottom lip with his hot and damp tongue before sliding it into her sweet mouth.

The beginning was the same, but he took no time in continuing from where he left off in the bathroom. His hand shot up between her legs, pressing his index and middle finger against the moist barrier separating him from her sex. He glided his two fingers back and forth against her, Gamora quivering in anticipation. She wished he would just get on with it already, but teasing her this way was just too much fun for him.

He pressed his fingers a little harder against her, earning an impatient hiss from her as she clawed at his back. He chose to humor her, and pushed the bottom of her underwear aside so he could actually feel her with no hindrances.

After a few gentle caresses against her lips with his two fingers, he decided he was ready to get rid of her underwear all together. He hiked up her dress to her waist, leaving her legs and everything else completely bare. Hooking his fingers into the hem of her underwear, he swiftly dragged them down until they fell to her ankles.

The tingling between her legs was excruciating, but Peter was set on relieving her agony. Finally, he dipped one finger inside her, reveling in the silky texture of her soaking walls. Her hips instantly bucked underneath him; it had been so long since another man had touched her so intimately before and she relished every minute of it. She knew this was only the beginning, so she wouldn't get ahead of herself.

Peter continued to press his finger further into her, pumping in and out gradually picking up speed. Judging by how tight she was he inferred that she hadn't been with many lovers in contrast to himself. That fueled his determination, and he would make sure that tonight would remain with her always.

He added another finger into her, overriding Gamora's senses with pure ecstasy. He began to trail kisses down her neck, traveling into unexplored territory over her breasts, and down her stomach.

He continued to move lower and lower, pushing her dress up even further so he could kiss the bare skin of her navel. Gamora's hands found their way back into Peter's hair, urging him to go lower than he already was. Her knees trembled and she struggled to support herself against the wall with Peter kneeling in between her legs.

Peter felt Gamora impelling him down, grinning against her skin as he decided to give her what she wanted. He dipped his head between her thighs, prodding her slit with his tongue before delving it even further inside of her. Gamora cried out, covering her mouth instantly as not to alert the entire ship of what they were doing.

She shivered as she felt Peter's tongue lapping at her eagerly, moving his tongue expertly over every inch of her. He lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around his shoulder, allowing better access for his tongue to roam.

He licked up from the very bottom-indulging in every sweet taste of her-all the way up to her clit. He hooked one finger inside her, and rubbed her sensitive spot with his thumb and tongue. She thrashed wildly, each sensation more intense than the last; he had to place his free hand on her hip to help steady her to some degree.

As much as he was enjoying putting his mouth to work, he couldn't let her finish before they even got started. He took one last lick, placing a kiss on her mound before making his way back up to her.

Before she had time to think, must less react, Peter was already leading her back to his bed. They began liberating each other of their clothes, hungrily tearing away at what was keeping them from having perfect skin-to-skin contact.

While he worked on pulling the rest of her dress up, she was throwing his jacket to the floor and unzipping his jeans. He unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts, as she removed his shirt and added it to the expanding pile of clothes on his floor. They worked together in perfect tandem, and soon all that was separating them were the unzipped jeans resting snugly on Peter's hips.

With a devious smirk, she pushed him back onto the bed and he landed with a soft thud. His hips were on the edge with his legs hanging off the sides. She took a moment to admire his bare chest, running her hands over his sculpted abs and tracing the lines of his hips that dipped down into his pants.

His denim-clad legs were quickly becoming an eyesore, and with every ounce of strength she had, she removed his pants in one swipe and tossed them aside. She took in every sight he had to offer her: his broad shoulders, toned pecks and a well-carved abdomen, defined hips with a line leading to something she was more than eager to see.

His erection stood at full length in his boxers, and she wasn't in any mood to tantalize him like he did with her. She would remember that, and save his agonizingly slow torture for another time. She mimicked his motions, and slid his underwear down, his length springing forth completely and he groaned when it met the cool air in the room.

Her hand wrapped around him and she stroked his entire length, slowly as she leaned over him. He was panting a little harder than before, his eyes shut as he took in all the feelings she was giving him. Her hand was small but firm, and kept applying more pressure as she picked up her pace.

Stifled groans filled the room as she stroked his hardness, and she smiled when she felt it stiffen and flex under her touch. She outlined the tip with her finger before replacing it with the edge of her tongue, swirling circles along the rim.

The feeling of Gamora's warm tongue against the sensitive tip of his member made every nerve in his body stand up. His toes curled and he gripped his sheets as she completely enveloped all of him with her mouth. The heat of her mouth incased him, and he arched his back in an involuntary response. His control was fleeting; she was going to push him over the edge soon and he would gladly take her with him.

He sat up as much as he could and pulled her off of him, earning an apprehensive look from her. Was she doing something wrong? Did he not like it? Her tension was eased when he hoisted her up on top of him, looking into her eyes yearning for more. He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her down to him.

"I want us both to experience that feeling," he panted into her ear. His hot breath tickled, and already she wondered what he meant by that.

With some brief instructions and maneuvering, he had them in a position where she was on top with her face in between his legs and him on the bottom in the same sort of position. This was all new to Gamora, but the way this was going, she was positive she would enjoy the new experience wholeheartedly.

Almost simultaneously, the both of them went to work to please the other. Gamora wrapped her lips around Peter, and moved up and down against him, flicking her tongue across the head feverishly when she came back up for air.

She paused for a moment, arching her back and letting out a moan when she felt Peter thrust his tongue in and out of her, groping her rear and giving it a firm squeeze with each lunge going further into her core.

The pleasure being generously given at the same time was chipping away at them quickly. It was almost too much for Gamora to bear with Peter sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow while she did the same to him. She knew he wouldn't let her have her release yet, judging by the way he would pause briefly whenever her tremors of excitement got too apparent.

As much as Peter was enjoying the view and the position itself, the tension in his groin was close to it's breaking point. If he let loose know, he knew the buildup and release would leave him too exhausted for anything else.

He rolled her off him, adjusting himself so he was on top of her. He pressed his hips against her, his erection resting on the inside of her thighs. He teased her entrance with it, rubbing the tip against it gingerly and shivering when he felt how incredibly wet she was. She was completely lost in every sense of euphoria that could possibly exist and needed this more than anything. Needed him more than anything.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and followed suit with her legs around his waist. With her feet, she prodded him to ease into her and he obliged her happily. She winced slightly as his large member slid into her, spreading her out so she could accommodate his size.

It didn't take long before her discomfort was replaced with an indescribable feeling that she felt from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. It all went beyond that once he started moving, creating a steady rhythm he gradually increased to a faster pace.

All of him was quickly moving in and out of her, the friction against her walls leaving her moaning and screaming his name. She didn't give a damn about who heard them at this point; she knew Rocket would assume they did something similar anyway. Might as well put some truth behind his fabrications.

Peter was lost in her, and yet he still needed more even with his deep thrusts causing skin to slap against skin. He leaned his head down to take one of her earthy green buds in his mouth, sucking on it fervently. He even rubbed her clit furiously as he thrust, making her squirm like crazy. He was greedy; he needed all of her in any way he could get. He wanted to be spoiled rotten by her every touch, scent, and sound.

He felt her clench up underneath him, every muscle in her body coiling as she prepared to let go. He just needed to hold on a second longer; he wanted to feel her come while he was still inside her. Her velvety walls tightened around him and he grit his teeth in response, feeling her heat merge with his own and wash over him.

If that wasn't enough, the way her wetness felt against him was enough to shatter the resistance he had tried to maintain. With one last thrust in, he pulled out of her and released himself onto her stomach, groaning her name over and over, before rolling onto his side next to her.

Before she joined him, she scooped his release onto her fingers, licking each one clean and grinning as it rushed down her throat. The taste was strange, but pleasant and unique. Peter stared at her with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.

As if she couldn't get any fucking hotter, he thought, feeling a familiar rise down below once more. But he would call it a night for now and save some energy for the next time.

Gamora nestled herself into Peter's arm, her hair an absolute mess; he dreaded cleaning up all the flowers that undoubtedly fell out of her braid during all of this. He gently brushed loose hair off her face and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The intimacy of spending time with someone after sex was new; this newfound comfort went deep into Peter and he wanted it to stay there. He hoped that this would be a regular thing, because right now he didn't want to be anywhere except right here, intertwined with Gamora.

She laughed tiredly into Peter's chest, and he cocked his head to the side, inquiring what caused her gentle outburst. "Next time, let's just send everyone else out for the night and dance here. Just you and me," she sighed before drifting off to sleep.

Peter smiled at the suggestion, pressing his face against the crown of Gamora's head. "Sound's like a plan," he murmured as he followed her lead and dozed off. Maybe he would use Awesome Mix Volume 2. A dance with Gamora seemed like the perfect way to christen the mix's first play-through. He expected that would be the first of many nights to come, filled with dancing and after-dancing.

A/N: Well that's it everyone! I apologize for two things. 1. For this being super long and 2. For this being bad because this was my first time writing something rated M. So don't be too hard on me. But constructive criticism and tips is always appreciated. Thanks for reading, and thanks just for everything. If you have any suggestions for anything let me know.