Drabble 1: QuatrexDuoxRelena
Duo often wonders, while lying in bed, if he belongs here. He is after all, self proclaimed L2 street trash. No idea as to his parentage or even his real birthday. Really what do they see in him? He sighs unhappily, hating these thoughts. He knows that neither will leave him of course, they wouldn't be them if they did, but do they really want him here? Sometimes it just feels like he simply road Quatre's coattails into this relationship, he know that many people think so. They've said as much.
Just as he's about to fall into a particularly nice depression, a slender figure slides into bed with him, Quatre's already asleep of course and makes a vague grunting noise as Duo scoots back to make room for Relena. She sighs tiredly as she cuddles up to him burying her face in his neck and twisting one of her legs between his one of her arms slides of his side her fingers, he can tell, are searching for Quatre. She obsiouly finds something of him to touch, probably his shoulder, because she stills.
He gently breathes in her scent, the softness of her body in contrast to the firmer muscles of Quatre's chest that's pressed up against his back.
"I'm home." Relena mumbles quietly. Duo chuckles in to her hair. "Welcome home princess, sleep well."
Relena "mmmm's" agreeably and within seconds is breathing rhythmically against his throat.
As he falls asleep he finds that his thoughts from earlier to have fled, at least for the moment.