TryingHumanSlash

The mission was over: a rogue enclave of Terran Reptoids had been terrorizing a nice, normally peaceful suburb in Jersey, refusing to disguise themselves and generally making babies cry, and half of the Twelve had been sent to discreetly annihilate them. Roger was spattered with mud and blood and had a laceration over the back of his hand. He hoped to god he wasn't going to contract some weird reptile-bacteria infection, and wanted nothing more than to shower at a temperature just short of scalding. However, Eight had intercepted him and insisted that he deal with his minor injury first. She led the way, wrapped around his wounded arm, warm b

They cascaded through the starlit sky. Red emotionless eyes stared into wide green ones as they tumbled. Cold, pale, feminine hands met a warm, blushing, masculine face. Lips met lips. Green eyes closed and red eyes remained open. As if they were the traffic light of the galaxy, red eyes closed and green eyes opened. Masculine hands moved to feminine curves. They continued their descent. The stars became a blur. Both green and red opened to look toward the nearby Earth. Will you stay? Green gazed into red. Red stared into green. The pair's tumbling came to an end. They pushed away from one another as gently as could be. Red eye