The Art of Smooth Talking
By Richan
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Warnings: A little sap.
Pairing: ZechsxNoin


Zechs wondered if he was in for it this time. The tapping foot, the angry glance, all of it spoke to him that he was in trouble. Big time trouble.

Privately he was berating himself for forgetting one of the most important events in the life that stood in front of him. After all, he had only himself to thank when he woke up with a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch. Which is where he'll be tonight, and probably for the rest of the week at least. 'Good going there, Zechs.'

Bracing himself against the anger, Zechs looked deep into the eyes across from him.

"Gomen," he said in a soft voice.

A "humph" was his answer.

Not good. This meant that he had to try harder.

"I'm sorry that you thought I forgot," he started again. "I wouldn't even have done this if I thought that you would even think what you did."

Zechs carefully looked up through half-cast down lids into the face in front of his. Nope. This wasn't working either. Time to bring out the big guns. There were two options to choose from, and he had to be careful which one he was going to use.

His mind made up, he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled something out of it. Fingering it a slow motion, he brought it up to the person in front of him.

"I was saving this until tomorrow, when I wanted to take you out to dinner, but I want you to know just how much I love you," he said in a suave manner. His light blue eyes twinkled up into dark eyes.

"Oh Zechs," was the whisper back. The soft voice was tinged with tears as trembling fingers reached for the box and held it carefully.

Zechs reflected that the black box went well against those pale, long fingers. The slender hands just as strong as the mind that commanded them and he found both such a turn on. His collar suddenly seemed too tight as he saw the tremble in the hands worsen slightly.

"You ok?"

A nod was his only answer as a tear fell down the other's cheek. Zechs softly brushed his fingers against it, feeling the wetness against the pads. Long after the tear evaporated, his fingers traced a pattern across the soft cheek, as if they needed to memorize each subtle nuance that lay there. They caught another small droplet as they swept over soft lashes as they fluttered shut.

"Zechs."

"Mm?" He found himself looking once more into dark eyes as they shimmered with happiness.

"I think you're forgiven."

"Because of this?" Zechs put on a sad face, while mentally he was wiping the sweat off his brow. "I should have known better."

Soft hands cupped the box held between them before one reached over to brush against his cheek. "You know now. That's all I ask of you."

"But..." Zechs began.

A finger was laid against his lips, stopping his protestations in their tracks. It drifted away to pull open the velvet box again, drawing his eyes back to it.

"This wasn't necessary, Zechs."

"No. It wasn't," he agreed.

"I think that's why I lo--"

This time it was Zech's finger against soft lips. "You don't have to say it. I know." He looked down into those dark eyes that seemed to bore into his soul on some days and he wondered if they ever found something worthy. They must have since he was so easily forgiven.

"Zechs." The whisper seemed to carry so much emotion that it seemed to swell as the sea before a storm.

"I know." He gathered the trembling body in his arms and ran one hand through soft black hair. "I know, Lu."


Sally peeked in, Relena waiting impatiently next to her.

"Is everything ok?" the younger woman asked curiously.

"Yes." The brown haired woman turned to Relena after shutting the door. "How did you know?"

"I didn't," the other answered. "Say, Sally..."

Sally stopped in her tracks just knowing what was coming next. "When am I going to get someone to be with?"

Relena looked at her. "No. I was just going to ask when you think Zechs will admit he totally forgot and we had to remind him."

"Oh." Sally's face turned a slight shade of pink. "I'd say never."


Who knew that Zechs could be so sweet, in spite of forgetting an anniversary?
Richan