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[fic] keep your electric eye on me
Characters: Peter Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy) & Kasumi Goto (Mass Effect)
Words: 2,700
Warnings: Space fluff?!
Summary: Their time together always had a deadline. There would always be a day when they would have to part ways, and although it always went unspoken, there was always an uncertainty about whether or not they would see each other again.
One of the tricky things about their relationship, Kasumi thought, was that they couldn't just be together. Duty called them to different parts of the galaxy at different times; it had always been a long-distance relationship. By choice, she believed, but she would be remiss to ignore the fact that there had been times she wished it wasn't that way. There were times when she awoke next to him and thought about how nice it would be if she could do that every day, or times that she'd come across something and wish that sharing it with Peter would only be a matter of turning around and saying, "Hey, check this out," instead of patching in a vid message or call or sending messages.
But she would also be remiss to ignore the fact that it was a luxury they couldn't afford, what with the impending destruction of the galaxy. And so they worked--Kasumi running jobs for the Crucible project, and Peter and the Guardians for the Nova Corps. At the very least, it made the time they could spend together that much nicer, and she appreciated them (and him) more and more, although their time together always had a deadline. There would always be a day when they would have to part ways, and although it always went unspoken, there was always an uncertainty about whether or not they would see each other again.
"Got a job for us," were the first words out of Peter's mouth as they pulled away, arms still wrapped around each other from the kiss they just shared. It was their first time seeing each other again after they decided to do this thing called a relationship, and what a long couple of weeks it had been. Kasumi managed to move things around to stay a few days after that rainy day in the ruins if only to bask in what they both joked was their "honeymoon period," but truth be told, it wasn't like they were quite beyond that just yet. Not a day passed since they last parted where Kasumi didn't smile at herself out of nowhere just thinking about how oddly new this all felt for something that she'd done before; in retrospect, she was just happy that she had a second chance at--romance, she guessed. At caring this much for someone again. She'd almost forgotten how nice it could feel. On his part, well, Peter was just glad that Kasumi didn't walk out of his life like he thought she would. It wouldn't have been surprising by any means, he thought, but he'd realized for some time now that it really wasn't what he wanted, and that it really would suck if she did. But she didn't--and that she apparently liked him as much as he realized he liked her was just another pleasant (and seriously awesome) surprise. He knew he was a catch, but Kasumi was different from most girls he'd been with. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and a legitimate badass, and so much more. It was nice to start hearing from her almost every day instead of almost every couple of months. But it was nicer to see her, to kiss her and feel the press of her body against his.
And so after the initial "Hey," and "Hey back," they pulled each other in, each melting into their kiss and let that do all the talking in place of "I'm so glad to see you."
At his declaration, Kasumi tilted her head, and then moved to look behind him as though to ask, "Where are the others?" Her apparent but staged confusion garnered a chuckle from Peter.
"--I meant just for the two of us."
Which, in turn, garnered a chuckle from Kasumi, who responded, "Is this going to be our first date, Star-Lord?"
Peter's expression could only be described as like that of a deer in headlights. Still, she knew he was putting on a show. "Wait, is noble thievery not what couples do on the first date? Shit--"
She was obliged to silence him with another kiss.
"Airlock's good to go, Quill. Just get this over with already," Rocket's perpetually annoyed voice carried through the Milano as Peter waited. This time, they were to rendezvous in transit between destinations, and would spend a few days together on the ship before parting ways once they got to the next stop. Kasumi waited at a derelict fuel depot after stowing away on a commercial ship and then stealing an escape pod to disembark once it got close to their meeting point. They could've just met at the next stop to begin with, but their schedules just wouldn't work out. They also could've waited until after their respective jobs to meet up again, but Kasumi insisted. In all likelihood, she just couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer to see Peter again.
Peter could only be amused that she seemed to make things needlessly complicated, but if he were to be honest with himself, he was glad (and a bit flattered) that someone like Kasumi would go through all that trouble to see an idiot like himself. And not for the first time, he thought, "She's way out of my league," even as he reached up to trigger his helmet, using his other hand to punch the code to open the airlock. The Milano remained at a distance from the old depot to steer clear of debris, leaving Peter to use the jet attachments on his boots to cover the rest of the way, airlock closing behind him.
A familiar chirp in his comm notified him that someone had patched a channel through as he approached an opening in the depot's hull. He had no doubts about who it would be, even before the greeting: "Hey there, cowboy."
"Hey, yourself. You're not, like, tryin' to play hide and seek out here, are you? 'Cause that's seriously cheating, Goto."
She laughed, and beneath his mask, Peter smiled. He liked her laugh.
"Now there's an idea. But no, I just wanted to say--head's up."
And without any further warning, Kasumi glimmered into view at the threshold, pushing off the edge of the structure with her legs to launch herself in Peter's direction. Peter only had the barest of moments to curb his acceleration, but at this point, it's not that Kasumi chose to appear out of thin air and literally launch herself at him that surprises him (in truth, he would have been more surprise if she had been waiting in plain sight). They've never actually gone out in space together before, and at that moment, Kasumi had traded her usual tactical suit in for a space-appropriate frame of light armor and her usual hood in for a helmet. And he had to admit, she wore that well, too, although he would also argue that she wore nothing well, too. But he didn't quite have the time to think even that, with Kasumi nearly colliding into him. He held his arms out at the last moment to catch her, but her momentum sent them whirling about.
Peter couldn't help but laugh before he said, "You could've given a guy at least two more seconds of advanced warning, you know."
She, in turn, wrapped her arms around him as their movement slowed, and they just floated there for a moment. "Where's the fun in that?"
It was strange, he thought, that at that moment he thought things just felt right. Just the two of them in the void of space, floating about like neither of them had a care in the world--or in the galaxy, for that matter.
When they finally made it back into the Milano, the riffs of Bowie's guitar on Moonage Daydream blared through the speakers even as they stood still for the ship's standard pressurization and decontamination procedures. And as soon as they were given the go, Peter retracted his helmet, watching carefully as Kasumi reached up to remove hers. He supposed it made sense that she wouldn't be wearing a helmet over her hood, but part of him still expected it, somehow. So when she lifted the helmet and revealed her face beneath, he was essentially caught off-guard.
"... See something you like?" she asked, with an edge of teasing to her voice, likely because Peter was staring rather openly.
He was obliged to answer her with a kiss just in time for Bowie's words to ring through, "Press your space face close to mine."
Half a year is a long, long time, Kasumi realized.
Which seemed odd, almost, seeing as the six months prior felt like a flash between meeting Peter, the Normandy crew splitting up, throwing Jondum Bau off her trail, and starting work on the Crucible. As it turned out, six months of waiting and pining and hoping that a once-again Ravager named Peter Quill was still alive could move so slowly it was almost unbearable, at times, but Kasumi could only be grateful that those six months were finally over.
However, she knew they had a longer road yet ahead of them, because it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that six months with those assholes had fucked Peter Quill--her Peter Quill up. They had only just managed to bring him back to the Milano, back to the Guardians, but Kasumi awoke from a slumber forced upon her by mere exhaustion with a flurry of emotion that only amounted to rage and frustration, the latter of which mostly being aimed at herself for letting it all go on for as long as she did. At that moment, she wanted to hurt someone, any one of the Ravagers, really, for doing this to him--hurting him, putting him through hell, for taking him away from her.
To her dismay, Peter was still awake, and he stilled her body with a gentle touch to her cheek after she jolted awake.
"Hey, what's wrong? You okay?" he asked. She put her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze to accompany the rueful smile on her face.
"I should be asking you that," she responds, "but I'm okay. I promise."
He didn't quite look like he was convinced by her answer, she thought. Still he added, "Well, I'm here now thanks to you, so lemme know if you need anything. I owe you," even though he was immediately sure that he shouldn't have said something when she frowned.
"You don't owe me anything, Peter. We need you," and I need you, although it goes unsaid. A beat passed before Kasumi could muster the energy to sound altogether reassuring and teasing, instead of mad. "But if you want to buy me roses at the next garden planet we end up in..."
He pulled her into a kiss, then, because as evasive and grumpy as Kasumi may be at times like this, Peter really fucking missed her.
This had been one hell of a year, Peter thought.
The idea of it plagued him throughout sleepless nights in the week leading up to the final battle for Earth. In the span of a year and some change, he'd somehow managed to get paired up on a one-man job by the Collector, which really shouldn't have happened in a professional sense--but Peter wouldn't take that day back for the world. Because that was when he met Kasumi, and Lord only knows how differently things might have turned out she hadn't come along. She came through like a hurricane, her presence only a light drizzle, a pleasant reprieve in Peter's life until suddenly she was so much more than that, until suddenly they'd been through so much that he couldn't imagine what his life would be like without her in it. He landed on solid ground on the planet Earth for the first time in over two decades with the conclusion that if he wasn't going to make it out of this alive, which he earnestly believed he wouldn't, at least he would die defending something important to him, and he meant the Guardians and Kasumi more than he meant Earth itself. At least he would die after going through hell and back for a year with her.
It would seem that now, he would have more than that with her. Because by some miracle the Reapers were defeated, and he managed to survive through it. He always knew that Kasumi would, somehow, but his came particularly as a surprise.
He was waiting under a tree, which he quickly began to realize didn't make much of a difference considering it was a coconut tree, and they weren't particularly useful for providing shade. It didn't really matter. When was the last time he was even at a beach to relax, anyway? It certainly was his first time at a beach on Earth, that much was certain, although he was missing the one person he would really like to be sharing the experience with. Kasumi had headed out early in the morning on a supply run with Drax, despite Peter's insistence that he could do it himself. Drax was better fit for any heavy lifting that might need to be done, they argued, and although he and them all recovered substantially by now, they were still probably right. So he resigned himself to waiting for their return outside, his Walkman hooked at its usual place, headphones blaring Ain't No Mountain High Enough into his ears.
He didn't hear the sound of feet pushing into sand as Kasumi approached him, but he sure saw her from the corner of his eye, because holy shit, he'd never quite seen anything like her strolling along on the shore towards him, clad in a comfortable sun dress and her long black hair spilling over her shoulders with the sea breeze. For Kasumi to be out and about without her hood was rare enough; it happened occasionally on undercover jobs or heists, but they were on neither. Peter wished he could count he number of times just looking at her made his brain stop working for a bit, but ultimately he was glad that he couldn't. He reached up to pull his headphones down, and his gaping at her was interrupted when she abruptly stopped to pick something up from the ground.
"Hey there, cowboy," she greeted once she was close enough, her hand clasped tightly around whatever she just snatched.
"Uh. Hey," Peter responded. Sometimes he could be a man of very little words. In time, he clears his throat and asks, "What've you got there?"
"Check this out," she grinned, and it didn't escape her for one moment how nice it finally felt to be able to say that to him without the hassle of communicating long distance, because as far as she knew, she was here to stay. She held her hand up at him and opened it to reveal a smooth, round rock in her palm.
Wait, what?
He couldn't help but stare for a moment. He'd almost forgotten Kasumi's odd fascination with rocks--and this one wasn't even interesting to look at, like some of the ones with crystal or gemstone formations clustered around the rocks that she'd found other times. This was just a rock that made no moves to pretend to be anything more than what it is--just a rock rounded by the push and pull of water.
He burst into laughter.
"Dude, a rock? I was totally expecting a seashell or something, since we're at a beach and all."
"But this one's so round?"
At length, his crooked smile softened into something more genuine, and sweet. Sure, it was still crooked, but Kasumi knew when he smiled with warmth and fondness very well by now.
"Yes, sweetie, it most certainly is," he remarked, and before he really knew it, he was closing his hand over hers, rock and all, and she was closing her eyes as he leaned down to press his lips slowly and gently against hers.
One of the tricky things about their relationship, they thought, was that they couldn't just be together--at least, not before. Now, they finally had the chance to be just that. Together.
Words: 2,700
Warnings: Space fluff?!
Summary: Their time together always had a deadline. There would always be a day when they would have to part ways, and although it always went unspoken, there was always an uncertainty about whether or not they would see each other again.
One of the tricky things about their relationship, Kasumi thought, was that they couldn't just be together. Duty called them to different parts of the galaxy at different times; it had always been a long-distance relationship. By choice, she believed, but she would be remiss to ignore the fact that there had been times she wished it wasn't that way. There were times when she awoke next to him and thought about how nice it would be if she could do that every day, or times that she'd come across something and wish that sharing it with Peter would only be a matter of turning around and saying, "Hey, check this out," instead of patching in a vid message or call or sending messages.
But she would also be remiss to ignore the fact that it was a luxury they couldn't afford, what with the impending destruction of the galaxy. And so they worked--Kasumi running jobs for the Crucible project, and Peter and the Guardians for the Nova Corps. At the very least, it made the time they could spend together that much nicer, and she appreciated them (and him) more and more, although their time together always had a deadline. There would always be a day when they would have to part ways, and although it always went unspoken, there was always an uncertainty about whether or not they would see each other again.
"Got a job for us," were the first words out of Peter's mouth as they pulled away, arms still wrapped around each other from the kiss they just shared. It was their first time seeing each other again after they decided to do this thing called a relationship, and what a long couple of weeks it had been. Kasumi managed to move things around to stay a few days after that rainy day in the ruins if only to bask in what they both joked was their "honeymoon period," but truth be told, it wasn't like they were quite beyond that just yet. Not a day passed since they last parted where Kasumi didn't smile at herself out of nowhere just thinking about how oddly new this all felt for something that she'd done before; in retrospect, she was just happy that she had a second chance at--romance, she guessed. At caring this much for someone again. She'd almost forgotten how nice it could feel. On his part, well, Peter was just glad that Kasumi didn't walk out of his life like he thought she would. It wouldn't have been surprising by any means, he thought, but he'd realized for some time now that it really wasn't what he wanted, and that it really would suck if she did. But she didn't--and that she apparently liked him as much as he realized he liked her was just another pleasant (and seriously awesome) surprise. He knew he was a catch, but Kasumi was different from most girls he'd been with. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and a legitimate badass, and so much more. It was nice to start hearing from her almost every day instead of almost every couple of months. But it was nicer to see her, to kiss her and feel the press of her body against his.
And so after the initial "Hey," and "Hey back," they pulled each other in, each melting into their kiss and let that do all the talking in place of "I'm so glad to see you."
At his declaration, Kasumi tilted her head, and then moved to look behind him as though to ask, "Where are the others?" Her apparent but staged confusion garnered a chuckle from Peter.
"--I meant just for the two of us."
Which, in turn, garnered a chuckle from Kasumi, who responded, "Is this going to be our first date, Star-Lord?"
Peter's expression could only be described as like that of a deer in headlights. Still, she knew he was putting on a show. "Wait, is noble thievery not what couples do on the first date? Shit--"
She was obliged to silence him with another kiss.
"Airlock's good to go, Quill. Just get this over with already," Rocket's perpetually annoyed voice carried through the Milano as Peter waited. This time, they were to rendezvous in transit between destinations, and would spend a few days together on the ship before parting ways once they got to the next stop. Kasumi waited at a derelict fuel depot after stowing away on a commercial ship and then stealing an escape pod to disembark once it got close to their meeting point. They could've just met at the next stop to begin with, but their schedules just wouldn't work out. They also could've waited until after their respective jobs to meet up again, but Kasumi insisted. In all likelihood, she just couldn't bear the thought of waiting any longer to see Peter again.
Peter could only be amused that she seemed to make things needlessly complicated, but if he were to be honest with himself, he was glad (and a bit flattered) that someone like Kasumi would go through all that trouble to see an idiot like himself. And not for the first time, he thought, "She's way out of my league," even as he reached up to trigger his helmet, using his other hand to punch the code to open the airlock. The Milano remained at a distance from the old depot to steer clear of debris, leaving Peter to use the jet attachments on his boots to cover the rest of the way, airlock closing behind him.
A familiar chirp in his comm notified him that someone had patched a channel through as he approached an opening in the depot's hull. He had no doubts about who it would be, even before the greeting: "Hey there, cowboy."
"Hey, yourself. You're not, like, tryin' to play hide and seek out here, are you? 'Cause that's seriously cheating, Goto."
She laughed, and beneath his mask, Peter smiled. He liked her laugh.
"Now there's an idea. But no, I just wanted to say--head's up."
And without any further warning, Kasumi glimmered into view at the threshold, pushing off the edge of the structure with her legs to launch herself in Peter's direction. Peter only had the barest of moments to curb his acceleration, but at this point, it's not that Kasumi chose to appear out of thin air and literally launch herself at him that surprises him (in truth, he would have been more surprise if she had been waiting in plain sight). They've never actually gone out in space together before, and at that moment, Kasumi had traded her usual tactical suit in for a space-appropriate frame of light armor and her usual hood in for a helmet. And he had to admit, she wore that well, too, although he would also argue that she wore nothing well, too. But he didn't quite have the time to think even that, with Kasumi nearly colliding into him. He held his arms out at the last moment to catch her, but her momentum sent them whirling about.
Peter couldn't help but laugh before he said, "You could've given a guy at least two more seconds of advanced warning, you know."
She, in turn, wrapped her arms around him as their movement slowed, and they just floated there for a moment. "Where's the fun in that?"
It was strange, he thought, that at that moment he thought things just felt right. Just the two of them in the void of space, floating about like neither of them had a care in the world--or in the galaxy, for that matter.
When they finally made it back into the Milano, the riffs of Bowie's guitar on Moonage Daydream blared through the speakers even as they stood still for the ship's standard pressurization and decontamination procedures. And as soon as they were given the go, Peter retracted his helmet, watching carefully as Kasumi reached up to remove hers. He supposed it made sense that she wouldn't be wearing a helmet over her hood, but part of him still expected it, somehow. So when she lifted the helmet and revealed her face beneath, he was essentially caught off-guard.
"... See something you like?" she asked, with an edge of teasing to her voice, likely because Peter was staring rather openly.
He was obliged to answer her with a kiss just in time for Bowie's words to ring through, "Press your space face close to mine."
Half a year is a long, long time, Kasumi realized.
Which seemed odd, almost, seeing as the six months prior felt like a flash between meeting Peter, the Normandy crew splitting up, throwing Jondum Bau off her trail, and starting work on the Crucible. As it turned out, six months of waiting and pining and hoping that a once-again Ravager named Peter Quill was still alive could move so slowly it was almost unbearable, at times, but Kasumi could only be grateful that those six months were finally over.
However, she knew they had a longer road yet ahead of them, because it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that six months with those assholes had fucked Peter Quill--her Peter Quill up. They had only just managed to bring him back to the Milano, back to the Guardians, but Kasumi awoke from a slumber forced upon her by mere exhaustion with a flurry of emotion that only amounted to rage and frustration, the latter of which mostly being aimed at herself for letting it all go on for as long as she did. At that moment, she wanted to hurt someone, any one of the Ravagers, really, for doing this to him--hurting him, putting him through hell, for taking him away from her.
To her dismay, Peter was still awake, and he stilled her body with a gentle touch to her cheek after she jolted awake.
"Hey, what's wrong? You okay?" he asked. She put her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze to accompany the rueful smile on her face.
"I should be asking you that," she responds, "but I'm okay. I promise."
He didn't quite look like he was convinced by her answer, she thought. Still he added, "Well, I'm here now thanks to you, so lemme know if you need anything. I owe you," even though he was immediately sure that he shouldn't have said something when she frowned.
"You don't owe me anything, Peter. We need you," and I need you, although it goes unsaid. A beat passed before Kasumi could muster the energy to sound altogether reassuring and teasing, instead of mad. "But if you want to buy me roses at the next garden planet we end up in..."
He pulled her into a kiss, then, because as evasive and grumpy as Kasumi may be at times like this, Peter really fucking missed her.
This had been one hell of a year, Peter thought.
The idea of it plagued him throughout sleepless nights in the week leading up to the final battle for Earth. In the span of a year and some change, he'd somehow managed to get paired up on a one-man job by the Collector, which really shouldn't have happened in a professional sense--but Peter wouldn't take that day back for the world. Because that was when he met Kasumi, and Lord only knows how differently things might have turned out she hadn't come along. She came through like a hurricane, her presence only a light drizzle, a pleasant reprieve in Peter's life until suddenly she was so much more than that, until suddenly they'd been through so much that he couldn't imagine what his life would be like without her in it. He landed on solid ground on the planet Earth for the first time in over two decades with the conclusion that if he wasn't going to make it out of this alive, which he earnestly believed he wouldn't, at least he would die defending something important to him, and he meant the Guardians and Kasumi more than he meant Earth itself. At least he would die after going through hell and back for a year with her.
It would seem that now, he would have more than that with her. Because by some miracle the Reapers were defeated, and he managed to survive through it. He always knew that Kasumi would, somehow, but his came particularly as a surprise.
He was waiting under a tree, which he quickly began to realize didn't make much of a difference considering it was a coconut tree, and they weren't particularly useful for providing shade. It didn't really matter. When was the last time he was even at a beach to relax, anyway? It certainly was his first time at a beach on Earth, that much was certain, although he was missing the one person he would really like to be sharing the experience with. Kasumi had headed out early in the morning on a supply run with Drax, despite Peter's insistence that he could do it himself. Drax was better fit for any heavy lifting that might need to be done, they argued, and although he and them all recovered substantially by now, they were still probably right. So he resigned himself to waiting for their return outside, his Walkman hooked at its usual place, headphones blaring Ain't No Mountain High Enough into his ears.
He didn't hear the sound of feet pushing into sand as Kasumi approached him, but he sure saw her from the corner of his eye, because holy shit, he'd never quite seen anything like her strolling along on the shore towards him, clad in a comfortable sun dress and her long black hair spilling over her shoulders with the sea breeze. For Kasumi to be out and about without her hood was rare enough; it happened occasionally on undercover jobs or heists, but they were on neither. Peter wished he could count he number of times just looking at her made his brain stop working for a bit, but ultimately he was glad that he couldn't. He reached up to pull his headphones down, and his gaping at her was interrupted when she abruptly stopped to pick something up from the ground.
"Hey there, cowboy," she greeted once she was close enough, her hand clasped tightly around whatever she just snatched.
"Uh. Hey," Peter responded. Sometimes he could be a man of very little words. In time, he clears his throat and asks, "What've you got there?"
"Check this out," she grinned, and it didn't escape her for one moment how nice it finally felt to be able to say that to him without the hassle of communicating long distance, because as far as she knew, she was here to stay. She held her hand up at him and opened it to reveal a smooth, round rock in her palm.
Wait, what?
He couldn't help but stare for a moment. He'd almost forgotten Kasumi's odd fascination with rocks--and this one wasn't even interesting to look at, like some of the ones with crystal or gemstone formations clustered around the rocks that she'd found other times. This was just a rock that made no moves to pretend to be anything more than what it is--just a rock rounded by the push and pull of water.
He burst into laughter.
"Dude, a rock? I was totally expecting a seashell or something, since we're at a beach and all."
"But this one's so round?"
At length, his crooked smile softened into something more genuine, and sweet. Sure, it was still crooked, but Kasumi knew when he smiled with warmth and fondness very well by now.
"Yes, sweetie, it most certainly is," he remarked, and before he really knew it, he was closing his hand over hers, rock and all, and she was closing her eyes as he leaned down to press his lips slowly and gently against hers.
One of the tricky things about their relationship, they thought, was that they couldn't just be together--at least, not before. Now, they finally had the chance to be just that. Together.