CLARA:

             CLARA TURNED AROUND slightly to catch him in her sight, and then let an unmistakable grin form on her lips. how couldn’t she? pouting like that, he looked as though she’d just taken away his most favorite toy and thrown it out into space.

she leans back against him once more, paying little attention to the hand that’s traced a slow and wobbled path up her leg, even if subconsciously it does get her HEART beating just a tiny bit faster. her index finger traces along his jaw, his chin, even across his lips…

❛ i’m sure i COULD, but you? nah, in this you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off me long enough to save the world. tell me i’m wrong, but it’d just be a lie. ❜

               ^{“ yeah … “}

          ^{admitting that is easy, even if it does make him out to be just a little basic.
          let it be known that PETER QUILL, known throughout time & space as the
          fabled star-lord, has a weakness. one which can cripple him in dire times,
          keep him from properly saving the day.} 

             ^{tantalizing nighties.}

          ^{digits affectionately intertwine with clara’s, subtly revealing how much he
          cares for the little moments like this one. times like these are EASY to
          overlook once their lives go flying into high gear, which they tend to do
          day after day. somehow the pair manage to keep themselves grounded,
          never losing sight of the things that really matter. reluctantly letting go,
          he gestures for her to get on with it – anytime apart from her feels like
          an opportunity missed, despite how cheesy it sounds.}