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If there was one thing you loved about Rocket it was his hugs. No one had him pinned as a cuddly person but, damn, they were so wrong. Of course, Rocket was only this way with you. It had taken him almost a year to trust you fully and another few months before he considered you a friend. When he finally opened up to you and became comfortable with you it made all the waiting worth it.
You did everything together now. Including sharing the same room. A few times you had woken up to find him in your bed, snuggled into your back with his arm draped over your waist or curled up on your chest with his nose nuzzlled into the crook of your neck. The warmth of him was comforting and you always reassured him you didn’t mind when he woke up and started apologising.
Truth is, he also found that you brought him comfort during the night. He still had nightmares of his days as an experiment and the pain he had endured. That fear was something that could only be soothed by you. He didn’t quite understand why. He had known you the shortest amount of time out of all of the Guardians, yet, he felt like he had known you all of his life.
After a particularly bad nightmare he was left shaking for hours holding back tears and that’s when he finally decided to curl up next to you for the first time. He was embarrassed when he had woke up to your confused eyes looking at him. When he explained your confusion had disappeared and was replaced by nothing but love towards him. You had pulled him forward and held him tightly to you. He had never been hugged before that night and he wasn’t ashamed to say he like it.
The rest, as they say, was history.