Excerpt:
They heard the lock in the door turn, heard it open and close. Duo broke away from Relena with another of those tiny kisses she liked, licking at her lower lip as Heero entered the room and cleared his throat. He had his keys in one hand and a bag of groceries balanced on his hip. One eyebrow was raised in silent question.
Relena blushed, but Duo just smiled and hugged her quick before getting to his feet. He met Heero halfway, gait rolling and languid, lazy in comparison to Heero's quick strides across the terra cotta tile. Heero's hand went to his hip, keys digging in between palm and worn out black denim as he yanked him closer, crashing their bodies together. Duo was the taller of the two, by just enough that he had to lean down slightly to catch Heero's mouth with his own, cupping his face with both hands.
It wasn't like it was with Relena. With Heero it was hard and aggressive and without reservation, the two of them claiming each other with lips and teeth and tongue. Duo made a sound in the back of his throat, not quite a growl, and yanked back with his eyes bright and the corners of his lips upturned. He gave a short laugh, bumping his forehead against Heero's.
His already low voice had fallen to a husky whisper. "Hi."
Down To Florida
- Author: Crown_of_Winterthorne
(1x2xR) 9k
We all want to do a little running away to Key West sometimes.
My notes: Fluffy post-war smut. Heero and Relena are better when Duo is around... and so is Duo.