They flanked her at all times like guard dogs, with eyes twice as watchful. Surprisingly, Heero was the one who seemed to accept his presence after a while. Duo, on the other hand, looked ready to jump him should he set one toe out of line. Every time Relena touched Zechs, to pat his shoulder or squeeze his arm, the shorter man tensed and scowled. Zechs could practically hear him growling.
Relena’s relationship with them had become apparent almost right away. She allowed them far too much freedom for their being simple bodyguards. She sat between them on the sofa, hip to hip; she reached out to rub their knees casually; and here at breakfast the morning after Zechs’ arrival, she kept up an almost flirty banter with them that made Zechs want to run for the hills and never look back.
“Milliardo?”
“I’m fine,” he said, sipping his tea and trying not to think of what the press would say should they get wind of this situation.
Zechs had no idea about Relena's relationship with Heero and Duo before coming to visit them at her Brussels property. Hopefully that's a good sign that she knows to keep it under wraps.
My notes: Zechs POV, and it's hilarious. He is an angst, broody mess watching what he thinks is a train wreck happening in slow-motion... and while he's not wrong, it would probably help if he looked in the right direction to see it coming. Be sure to check out midblu's Foreign Minister Relena Darlian photographed with two unknown men in a car fanart and drabble that go with this fic!