Well, I felt like making some noise, so I thought I'd post the first little part of Bob's current interest... No warnings whatsoever on this part, really <O__O>... Except for maybe sap and OOC... Oh well. It's another post-war kind of thing.... Hope you enjoy...

Two's Company... by Lys ap Adin

Relena let herself into the apartment with a weary sigh, glad to finally be home after a long day spent juggling the delicate egos of sensitive diplomats. Setting her briefcase down on the foyer table, she slipped out of her shoes and sniffed the air appreciatively. It seemed as though dinner was already waiting for her. Relena smiled. It never ceased to amaze her how Duo knew just what she needed after a bad day at the office. It even smelled like pot roast... her favorite.

Moving into the bedroom, shedding layers of her formal uniform as she went, Relena wondered briefly what he was doing home this early... but dismissed the thought. With Duo, there was no telling from one moment to the next what his moods would lead him to do. For all that she knew, he might have called into his office and told them that he was taking off for a month. He'd done it once before... Relena's smile grew wider at the delightful memories of that month... they'd all certainly had a great deal of fun. That was Duo's contribution to the relationship--he kept it from stagnating overly much.

Changing into more comfortable lounge wear, Relena left the bedroom, heading for the dining room. The table was set formally for a candle lit dinner. *Duo must be feeling romantic tonight...* Eyes sparkling with anticipation, Relena went into the kitchen. "I'm home."

Duo looked over his shoulder from the counter, giving her a warm smile. "Welcome home... I didn't even hear you come in." He returned his gaze to the pot roast that he was slicing.

Relena laughed. "You're getting rusty, Duo." She wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed the side of his neck. "Dinner smells good."

"Thanks." A timer dinged, and Duo left Relena's embrace to remove a pie from the oven.

"Homemade?" Relena raised an eyebrow.

Duo grinned at her. "What can I say? I'm feeling domestic today."

"All you need is a frilly apron," Relena teased him, "and you'd be the perfect housewife."

"Only if it said 'Kiss the Cook'," Duo replied.

"Baka. You'd never get any cooking done if it said that," Heero commented from the doorway. Then, belatedly, he added, "Tadaima."