"I know," Peter said, and instead of sounding put out over the comparison, he sounded more dreamy than anything. Gamora was such a badass. Way more of a badass than he'd ever be. "I love her." He really, really did. Sometimes Quill was so distracted with it that he didn't even know what to do with himself. It was crazy. She made him crazy.
"Please don't describe yourself as a battered asshole," he said, pushing a cup of instant coffee at John and then sitting down to his own coffee and muffin. "You're going to ruin my sex life just by talking. And jesus fucking christ, the tentacles -- stop." Quill had also felt violated. And not in a good way. Definitely not in a Gamora took what she wanted sort of way. "Fuck. What even?"