Excerpt:
"Any word from headquarters?" she asked over her shoulder as she knelt to deposit the perishables into the ancient and extremely loud mini fridge. The back of the shirt was riding up slightly and he had to swallow heavily before answering.
"Same-same. The threat on you is still active, so we need to keep staying low. You got a doppelgänger at the hospital where you are having 'routine surgery'. Try to draw whoever it is out."
Relena groaned, letting her head loll forward and dropping her arms.
""Routine surgery?' Everyone is going to assume I'm getting a nose job."
"Your nose is kind of big."
She stuck out her tongue at him, "Your mouth is kind of big."
Thrash (Welcome to the Gutter)
- Author: gemstonecircles
(2xR) (1x3 implied) 10k
"Not that it's not a pretty bitchin' look," Duo said, his words slightly distorted by the key-pin hanging from his mouth, both his hands engaged with the grocery bags from the pick-up location in the city outside, "And OverKill is an excellent choice, but don't you have your own clothes?" Relena and Duo are pent up in a safehouse and something's gotta give. Eventually.
My notes: Standard trapped-in-a-safehouse, but I love the way Duo and Relena are written here. PWP with plot, but I'm here for it.