Nikki’s tan fingers tapped against her bare forearms as she stared out into space awaiting the response from the conversation with Quill and the Nova. Being bound by the planets laws of marriage sucked but her choices were a fat short man she knew nothing about, a Terran who’s more inclined to remind her how much she hated being stuck in one place for a long time, or a half Terran half Spartoi whom seemed to enjoy doing a bit of good, a bit of bad and has changed a surprising amount since the first time they met. He didn’t seem to be as flirtatious as they were before but he seemed a bit… well more caring in a way.

Footsteps were heard from behind her and her head slowly turned; her chocolate brown gaze landing on the captain as he walked passed her and took a seat in his chair. As he spoke, her lips curled into a smile. Unlike most girls, she could appreciate a ‘jealous’ type of personality; being protective over something that you treasure isn’t a bad thing. But did he treasure her? Something told her that it was a high probability. “My choices weren’t that limited. I did have the option of a short fat alien from a planet I had never heard of but apparently wanted to take me for his wife. Out of the three, I know I made the right choice… even though I didn’t go about it in the conventional sense.” 

When he turned his attention back to the stairs, she allowed her arms to fall to her sides feeling at ease once again. He would take her choice into account, that much she was sure of but when it comes to the law under the government that they had ‘married’ each other, she had to do what he said; unless he told her not to go to the councilors meetings, that he didn’t have much of a say in. It was hard to believe that situation she was in and who she was with. The Guardians of the Galaxy, thee Guardians of the Galaxy; the band of misfits causing issues for other bounty hunters around the galaxy, doing a bit of good and a bit of bad and surviving along the way. Now they were welcoming her as one of them. Gamora was not alone as a female, Groot had someone knew to teach his language to, Drax had someone to share war stories with, Rocket had someone to flirt with and Quill had… had—well Nikki, whatever that was.

Walking up behind him, she placed her hands gently now his shoulders and began to give him a massage, “Oh yes, those Novas are such braggers. Always talking about helmet wax and political non-sense; when you can talk about high flying adventures, damsels in distress and capturing one of the highest bounty prize out there while still delivering it to the mandatory meetings for the Galaxing leaders. Hm….” Her voice was filled with a playful joking tone as she leaned forward and whispered to him, “Must be hard to know what to do with all of that cool-ness.” With that she pulled back from his ear and continued to massage his shoulders. 

“So Captain, what’s next?”