Disclaimer: Nope, just a fanfiction writer.
Story: Petra Quill just wanted some downtime. Running into a Nova Corp Officer wasn't in the plan. Neither was getting knocked up. So what to do when splitting from the gang with a baby in tow and after some mysterious orb? That's nothing on that same officer attaching himself to her hip!
Set AU elements the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie.
Spoilers: Yesssssss…
Warnings: Cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and maybe some sexual situations…
Pairings: Fem!Peter Quill/Garthan Saal

Can't Take the Sky From Me
Chapter One: An Encounter

If she was grumbling to herself, then she was gonna damn well grumble. She didn't give a crap what Yondu said –if she wanted off that damn ship, she was getting off!

Which led to now, where Petra Jane Quill was finally relaxing on a barstool and enjoying a drink.

So yeah, maybe she had snuck off the Eclector and decided she was going to enjoy a bit of time for herself, without the other Ravagers bugging in on her and being general nuisances and overprotective jackasses.

"Hey, hey! Get me another drink, will ya?" She tossed down some credits, which was rewarded with another pint for her to enjoy.

The door to the bar opened and a group of Nova Corp officers filtered in, laughing good-naturedly while Petra stiffened up at the sight of them. This would just be her luck! Man, don't tell her she was gonna have to worry about a bunch of pricks that could get her arrested, when all she wanted was some time off!

Then again…

She licked her lips as she watched them, admitting to enjoying the sight of the well-fitted uniforms on the very nicely formed bodies of the officers settling down at a table. In particular, there was one officer with a stiff posture, dark hair neatly combed, and the sternest face she'd ever seen (which made her wonder what someone like him was doing at a bar). He was both her type and completely not.

He was obviously a total stiff, someone with no sense of fun or inclination to relax. He was also someone she could see being completely for the rules and wouldn't tolerate any nonsense aka someone boring. But…He was really handsome and had a really nice body. She wouldn't mind at least one night with the guy, and hightail it out of there so she wouldn't have to deal with his personality.

She shook her head. That was suicidal. He was Nova Corp and she was a Ravager. Wrong combination in every way.

Looking up at them, she nervously saw they were whispering and glancing at her, even including Mr. Stern Face. She felt her stomach drop as she realized she might've been too obvious with her staring and they were probably all suspicious as hell. She tensed and looked away, focusing on her drink.

Petra was going to pretend nothing was wrong, try not to look suspicious while hurriedly finishing her drink, and then leave quickly while still looking innocent. 'Cause she was. She was there to drink and relax, and hadn't done anything wrong, thank you very much!

Exhaling loudly while closing her eyes, she picked up her glass and took a huge gulp out of it. She was in the process of swallowing and putting her drink down, when she was interrupted by the very officer she hadn't (had) wanted to come over. That led to her choking on her drink and also almost spilling it out of her glass.

Alarmed, the stern-faced officer was quick to grasp the glass and hold his hand over hers (she didn't blush, really she didn't), while concernedly grasping her shoulder as she tried to steady herself and stop coughing.

"I apologize," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to startle you."

She gave him a weak smile. "It's okay. I wasn't paying attention right then." No, she had been too busy trying to calm herself and look normal and not at all like a suspicious character that would draw unwanted attention of the law. Which she ended up doing anyway.

Fuck.

He held out his hand, making her blink. "I'm Garthan Saal."

He was…introducing himself?

"Er, I'm Petra," she introduced herself likewise, reluctantly grasping his hand. She could feel the calluses that said he was a hard worker, how large it was that it practically engulfed her slimmer hand, and she liked the way it felt so warm.

He gestured to the chair next to her. "May I sit here?"

"I guess?" she said unsurely, getting confused. Wasn't she supposed to be under investigation or something?

"So are you here with someone?" he asked.

Ah, there was the questions.

"Nope," she said firmly, smiling widely and trying not to let any nervousness show. "Definitely not. I just wanted to relax and have a drink here."

"I hope I'm not interrupting or bothering you in any way then?" he asked, straightening up and looking hesitant.

Wait, what? What was he saying?

"No, not really," she ended up saying, though she probably should've said yes or something. It probably would've made him go away, but she was now growing intrigued and even rather admittedly more attracted (and allowing herself to feel that attraction), especially now that she was getting the gist that she wasn't in trouble.

"That's good," his lips lifted a bit. "Can I share a drink with you then?"

And, though she didn't know it, saying yes to him probably changed her life from that moment on.

One drink turned into two drinks, which turned into three.

He wasn't a very outgoing person, even when the alcohol kept coming. He held his liquor well, and Petra admittedly had to stop herself because she had already reached the semi-drunk point and she wanted to still be coherent and remember this night.

Fuck it all, she didn't care he was a Nova Corp Officer. Yondu would probably yell at her and her recklessness, and mixing it up with the law like this, while Kraglin might probably be split between the same reaction and also cracking up and cheering her on for her idiotic boldness and carelessness…

But she didn't really care.

Garthan was a good talker and she found herself enjoying their talk. He wasn't her usual type she went for, but he was handsome as hell and had a wicked sense of sarcasm and witty retorts. Aside from that, he was mostly too freaking serious, but he so intensely focused on her and what she had to say and their time together, which was different from all the times she spent with men who didn't give a crap and focused on her body or just plain didn't give her the same intensity and focus Garthan was.

And she always did like a man with a fantastic build, and Garthan definitely was no slouch in that area. Closer up, she could easily see how his uniform clung to him, showing off muscles with every slight movement he made. He was, like she said, very handsome with his dark hair and cool blue-gray eyes, strong features and his chiseled jaw. Physically, totally her type and she would've normally banged him in a second.

But she was also right in that he was stiffly mannered, though awkward at times. He was definitely a by the book person, and not someone she would typically go for overall.

She flirted with practically anyone, more so the more attractive she found them, but she usually slept with guys that were fun-going and not so serious-minded. She made exceptions of course, like she would for any hot guy that crossed her path, but she never thought she would make one for a Nova Corp Officer.

Not that Garthan even seemed like the type that would just agree to sleep with her. He seemed too proper and prudish.

Which wouldn't stop her from trying and making the overture anyway. So she leaned over with a sultry smile, getting too much into his space and flustering him a bit (good, so she did affect him), and then gently laid her hand on his arm.

"Do you want to go back to your place?" she asked slyly, her eyes hooding slightly.

She watched him swallow slowly, his breath speeding up a little, while his face grew uncertain and his pretty blue-gray eyes widened just an inch. She watched him lick his lips slowly in thought, before he glanced at her face and gave a sharp nod.

Though surprised, she was delighted and wasn't going to waste this opportunity. She slid off her seat and waited for him to do the same, and then he grasped hold of her hand, leading the way out of there.

He was quiet and his face was even more serious, but she could feel determination in his gait as he walked her to his personal transport ship, and though he stayed that way as he sat in the pilot seat and flew off to his home, she could feel the tenseness radiating off of him. Part of her wondered if he really wanted to do this, and the other part was just as determined to get into his pants.

Obviously, being semi-drunk as she was, it was clear which she was more focused on.

It wasn't long until they reached his place, and he carefully helped her out of his ship, making her mused that he was the gentleman sort. She didn't really run across them often.

Time somehow got away from her and soon she found herself in his apartment, facing him. He was once again unsure, but she wasn't going to let him dwell too much on that and end up backing out of this. She stepped into his space, bringing her hands up to fiddle with this collar and letting the tips of her fingers brush against his throat, before finally popping his collar open and then beginning to open the rest of his uniform jacket.

"I don't usually do this," he told her, endearingly nervous. It was rather sweet, more so as she watched him act hesitant and even almost bashful, losing the seriousness for a shyer, self-conscious layer.

"That's fine," she said with a quirk of her lips, boldly taking a step closer and brushing her lips against his throat, feeling him swallow nervously.

His hands grasped her waist and she hummed approvingly. Uniform jacket fully open, she let her hands trail all over his front, appreciative of the hard muscles she was feeling up.

"It's been a while since I've been with anyone," he murmured, and though that made her inwardly pause, she resigned herself to a probably fumbling, maybe unsatisfying night. After all, she was already happy enough that she'd bagged a gorgeous man with a practically perfect body, and who so far had treated her very differently than most of the men she'd been with.

More than that, he was a Nova Corp Officer, and there was something a little exciting about having caught the interest of one in this way, more so because she was a criminal. And with the feeling she got, as well as his own admission, that this wasn't something he did and how she just knew he was the type to be too serious and too uptight to do this kind of thing and have any one night stand, that she succeeded in getting this particular lawman made her crow in wicked glee inside.

Plus, it would probably piss off Yondu if he ever found out about it.

She helped him out of his uniform jacket and pushed him onto his couch. Without prompting, she yanked her jacket off before she climbed onto his lap and then grabbed onto the hem of her shirt, smirking at him as she slowly pulled it off of her body, revealing her bare torso. Throwing it over her shoulder, she was pleased to find he was watching her with darkened eyes, which she rewarded with a kiss.

Oh, he was definitely a really good kisser at least.

His lips were firm against hers, smoothly sliding wonderfully against her, before his tongue was the first to reach out and swipe against her lips. She opened her mouth invitingly and sighed against him as his tongue dominantly explored her mouth, eventually touching against her tongue and lazily wrestling with it.

His warm hands slid up her back, caressing her skin and igniting a fire in her belly. Without warning, he'd picked her up and stood, while she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped in surprise. He carried her to a door, which opened up to a room with a bed at the center, to where she was gently laid onto.

"Is this alright?" he asked breathily, face flushed and eyes clear in want.

"Yes," she breathed out.

So, so, so much yes.

"G-Garthan!" she panted, his name easily and naturally slipping out of her mouth.

Once he was fully seated into her, she expected that he would begin thrusting quickly and it'd be over soon, to her disappointment.

But then he did begin moving, and it was at a slow, gentle pace that had her confused. Her eyes opened to look at him, and her breath caught in her throat at the tender look on his face. One of his hands went to cup her face, cradling it as his other hand grasped onto one of hers.

This was different from her usual. She didn't have gentle, sweet sex. She had meaningless, feel good for the moment, mindless but passionate sex. She had rough, even if it was too rough, sex. She was usually fucked.

She was never made love to.

But it was the only way she could describe this, and there was something in her that found herself enjoying this so much more than any other time she'd slept with anyone else, which echoed in the way she slowly moved in sync with him.

And when she found it all just building up until she was just letting go and coming in a way she never had, she also had never done so while looking into a man's eyes the way she was doing now with Garthan.

His lips fell onto hers again and he kissed her deeply.

Started 5/24/17 – Completed 5/26/17

A/n: I really try not to start new fics, but when I get obsessed with a pairing…XD I finally got a pairing I love for GOTG (though I adore Peter/Gamora too), but geez –I just became obsessed with Peter/Saal. Late to the party, eh?

Anyway, doubt there'll be much readership and interest for this since poor Garthan's dead and it's been a while since the first GOTG movie, but eh, I love the pairing so what the hell. Full version should be on my Ao3 account~ I hope everyone liked this chapter and the idea of this story! Please remember to review!