UNDERLYING AGENDA
CHAPTER THREE
Lady Une waited until Duo's form disappear down the busy street before entering the apartment building herself, gaining access to it easily with a gentle swipe of the cardkey he had given her; for security reasons, of course. The quiet still of the recent aftermath greeted her and she calmly looked for him at first sight of the mess on the living floor.
Zechs was beyond the bedroom, leaning against the balcony donning nothing but a white bath towel riding low on his waist and a bottle of bourbon in his left hand. He was regal, despite the atrocious habit he dared to form and the pain he harbored. It was no surprise to find him waiting in front of that view, for it often helped him escape the faultiness of a mind once regarded far more superior than that of any human being. The wind picked up and his bangs fluttered against his stoic expression. Tossing the sealed envelopes beside his netbook on the divan, she rested by his side quietly. "Dare I remind you?"
"No need. I fully understand that fraternization between mission directors and field agents is strictly prohibited, and you can rest assured I have no interest in entertaining such a notion with the likes of Maxwell."
Beep, beep, beep.
Zechs turned to face her as she neglected to answer it. "That subject is far from tonight's point of interest, Milliardo," she redirected.
"Oh?"
"Very much so."
Beep, beep, beep.
Pulling the phone from her jacket, she silenced it and continued unperturbed. "Despite our pasts with our contradicting objectives, the people we've lost and are now lost without, I simply wanted to articulate that if you ever require anything, anyone… " The phone rang anew and she cursed at the interruption. The caller on the other end continued to persist, even as the phone clattered loudly to the balcony floor when Zechs turned his head and kissed her. The bourbon flavored flick of his tongue inflamed her lips, her cheeks, her lonely clitoris. Pivoting swiftly on a heeled toe, she returned the endearment squarely and with the confidence that once propelled her forward in battle, to rank beside the best of them, beside her other half who now had Lucretzia Noin to keep him company.
Tenderly, he pulled away and caressed her face with his thumbs. Glancing down at their feet, he flicked an elegant brow and smiled fleetingly. "The President never quite understood the concept of voicemail." The warmth beyond her mouth continued to beckon him, just as Duo's had; except he didn't hesitate to bestow upon her several more electric kisses out of sheer human indulgence before he negated more untoward involvement. "Duty calls, Chief."
"Until Monday, Agent Wind." She took his arm and allowed him to walk her to the elevator doors, where he deposited her and offered no more than a farewell tilt of his head. "Oh, and Zechs?" As an afterthought, she halted the elevator with a beautifully bedazzled stiletto and briefly popped back in.
"Yes?"
"It's Friday night. Live a little, won't you?"
Zechs eyed her thoughtfully; the slimming pants, silver sequined top, and modern cropped jacket placing further emphasis on such delights. Despite being ill spirited as of late, he certainly wasn't completely inspired to live the life of a hermit. "In an hour?"
"In an hour."
"Ma'am," he nodded and prompted the elevator to descend.