Peter took the last bite of his dinner, and looked up as a shadow fell over him. "Hey Groot, Rocket, what's shaking"?
"I am Groot."
"I do not feel any shaking. Is there shaking aboard our vessel? Is this a common thing to worry about on this ship? We should get it repaired if it is." Drax asked. Peter loved the literal minded man. His simple inability to catch some metaphors was always good for a laugh (or a pained groan, depending on the situation.)
"It's just a saying Drax. The instruments would warn us if the ship were shaking or in danger," Gamora said soothingly.
"Yeah, plus it was the Xandarians, who fixed this ship. Did you see how those ships made a freakin' net? No, but I did. It was cool. They have cool ships; I trust them to do right by ships. Not so…show more content… It is not how I would do it, but I respect your choices," Drax replied in lieu of his traditional exiting phrase. Which Peter can’t bring to mind right now because Groot was feeling up his ass!
"Come on, you can’t seriously be so hard up that you'll molest me. I thought we were friends."
"I am Groot," Groot replied mournfully, gently running a tendril over Peter's cheek.
Rocket snorted and nodded. "I know right? It's like, he ain't never looked in the mirror and saw how pretty he is. <i>Anyone</i> and <i>everyone</i> would be happy to be with you. Even for a quick fuck."
"You're making me blush here," Peter murmured with a roll of his eyes.
"I am Groot," he said as he gave Peter's ribs a quick squeeze.
"Yeah, look. Let us play with you a little bit. No penetrating or anything like that. Just a few kisses and a few gropes. Give us…"
"I am Groot."
"No, half that. Give us five minutes and then, if you want us to stop; we stop and never bring it up again," Rocket negotiated.
Peter licked his lips and looked between the pair. "You'll stop in five minutes?"
Rocket grinned at the human. "Yeah, <i>if</i> you want us to stop. You want more, well, we won’t say no to that
