Frame
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
"You should get married."
Relena rolled the wine glass she was holding between her fingers. "Is that an offer?" She turned around and she looked like she was trying not to laugh. "Heero?"
Heero took a few steps back to lean against the wall. "Usually, a proposal is framed as a question."
Relena set her glass down. "I've learned not to expect anything ordinary from you."
For a brief moment, Heero thought about walking up to her and brushing away a stray strand of hair that was falling against the side of her face. He dismissed the urge. "I'm not asking you."
Relena walked across the patio and sat down on a chair. She set her hands on her lap. "Tell me, Heero, who do you have in mind?" She leaned back, her eyes were sparkling, "Your political insights are always interesting and it's bound to be political in nature."
Heero folded his arms and wished he wasn't wearing a suit. "What makes you say that?"
"It's not for love, obviously." Relena shrugged. "You and I both know what that leads to."
"And you don't need me to tell you - "
Relena shook her head before he could finish. "Don't."
"You should have better."
Relena's eyes followed him as he walked towards her. "There isn't anything more than I want."
He brushed some of her hair behind her ears. She's had it cut a few years ago and it had just now grown back to the length she'd had when they first met. "What about what the world needs?"
"The world can't have everything," she said. He set a palm on the side of her face and she closed her eyes.
"You should probably get back in there." Heero didn't spare a glance at the party going on behind the patio window.
"Tomorrow," she told him.