Sweat dreams are made of this
Her voice sounding like a melody in your ears, your legs tangled, you could feel your whole body sweating and vibrating with pleasure when suddenly… your eyes opened as quickly as lighting, your head going left to right to take in your surroundings and realize you were in bed, but alone. Pressing your palm to your eyes with shame, you decided to go put something on and wash your face to chase this dream out of your head.
A few minutes later, you walked to the main quarter of the Milano where your teammates were sitting around the table, each of them keeping their mind busy with their own activities, except for Nebula who was sitting in a corner; far enough so she didn’t have to deal with anyone but close enough so she could here and see everything while still looking uninterested. Your dream wasn’t a surprise to you because it was an erotic one, but because it was about her. She barely talked to anyone since she joined the Guardians and spent most of her time away from people, so you had had little to no interaction with her. But did you find her hot? Well, yeah. So it could actually make sense.
“Had a sweet night today, y/n?” Rocket disturbed your train of thoughts as you walked in.
“I… it was alright I guess?” you answered trying to not look suspicious even though his question was a bit odd.
“Y/n, I don’t know if everyone on your planet does that, but you make weird noises when you sleep” Drax stated innocently.
“Says the one who snores” you arched an eyebrow at him
Rocket put his hand, well his paw, in front of his mouth but you could still hear him giggling silently.
“What are you laughing about you brainless rat?”
“YOU WERE HAVING A SEX DREAM! HAHAHAAA” he finally burst out laughing.
Your mouth fell open and your whole face turned a bright red.
“I did not!”
“You so did!” he almost fell out of his chair laughing.
“You know y/n you shouldn’t be ashamed, you’re not the first person to have a dream about me, I don’t blame you” Peter said way too confidently.
“Eww” you muttered, your face scrunching with disgust
“You know Quill, not everything is about you… It could have been someone else…” Kraglin said from the pilot seat, his voice not so confident as always.
“I think if it was any of you boys she would have sounded more disgusted that pleasured” Gamora interrupted the debate
“Gamora is right; if it was about one of us, it wouldn’t be any of you. You aren’t muscular warriors like me. I’m the only one charismatic enough to be in her dreams” Drax kept going.
Then the debate started again with all of them practically yelling at each other; you rolled your eyes hopelessly and turned to Nebula who was still sitting alone in her corner, pretending not to care while cleaning her boots but you could tell she was still listening. You turned to the dispute again, all the screaming and debating starting to make your head turn like a carousel.
“It was clearly none of you idiots!”
“Oh, like it could be about you? You’re a fucking raccoon!”
“DON’T CALL ME A RACCOON!”
“Will you two shut up and admit the fact that it was about me?”
“For God’s sake STOP IT!!” you snapped “You know what, you brainless pricks, it wasn’t even about any of you, it was about Nebula” You declared raising your arms with a smirk, proud of shattering their dreams. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Nebula’s head jolting towards the conversation with an expression you had never seen on her face and you could have sworn that if she wasn’t so blue you could have seen a bright blush on her cheeks.
The boys had their mouth wide open and their bodies frozen while Gamora was smiling with satisfaction even though she was a bit shocked herself. They then all started looking at Nebula who now had her eyes glued to the ground.
“Really? Smurfette over us?” Peter whispered
“Any day” you said walking away, content with yourself. But as you walked to your quarters you felt a bit bad for Nebula, thinking you had embarrassed her in public.
So later in the day you tiptoed to her quarters, knocking on the open door. She just raised her head with her usual grave expression, saying nothing but waiting for what you had to say.
“Hey, uhm…. Am I bothering you?” you asked leaning on the doorway.
“Depends on what you wanna ask” she finally spoke
“I just felt like the scene that I made, well that the boys made, earlier could have made you uncomfortable so I wanted to apologize for that and make sure you weren’t… mad at me or something” you lowered your gaze, slightly ashamed
“Why would I be mad over something you can’t control…” you smiled slightly relieved. “… it’s not like I would care anyway.”
“Oh really? Cause I’m pretty sure I saw you get all flustered out there.” You answered crossing your arms, knowing all too well that “I don’t care” denial phase.
“I really don’t”
You raised an eyebrow at her, wanting to make her admit it.
She sighed. “If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you”.
“That’s more like it.” You smiled.