Peter was still watching the stars as Nikki talked. When he was a kid, he would often look out the windows of the Ravager's ships, and wonder which little sparkling dot of light was Earth, and if he would ever go back there... After defeating Ronin, he looked at the stars and realized just how small this galaxy was, and how it only takes one man to threaten its existence. Their existence. Yeah, he was definitely a different man than the one Nikki met all those years ago. He was still hot headed, hard to like, a smartass, and likes to make some money doing this stuff... But he now had an understanding, and acceptance. He wasn't afraid anymore. He was Star-Lord: The leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy! 

Nikki's hands on his shoulders were unexpected, but after everything they've gone through, like fighting his dad, to being attacked on Xandar, to negotiating with Yondu on his home turf and surviving through all of that... Her hands messaging his tense muscles felt amazing. His shoulder's dropped, moving his head around to loosen his neck, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of her hands and sound of her sweet voice. She was definitely one of a kind. She could take on an entire alien army single handedly and win, yet her voice was far from rough and tough. It was like soft silk. It was welcoming, teasing. "Hmm.." Peter managed to let out. 

"I'm glad you agree. Screw Nova and their fancy pants politicians." Peter said quietly. Her voice next to his ears sent shivers down his spine. He was so relaxed that he didn't answer her question at first, only giving a scoff. He gently took one of her hands, and looked at it as if inspecting it. Her fingers were callused from her years of fighting, and traveling, but there were spots where they were soft to the touch, little bits of scars were on her tanned skin, showing her experience. They had a beauty to them, exactly like her. She was so tough and strong, and brave, yet gentle and merciful and loving. He gently pressed his lips against her fingers. 

"Well we have to get some fuel for the ship to rendezvous with Yondu and his band of misfits to fight another big band of misfits, and somehow survive that whole mess so the Galactic Counsel off our backs so we can get back to doing our own thing. Not a bad first assignment for you, huh rookie?" He looked up at her with a grin.