In the hideout, seismic waves shook the environment, but were ignored with an almost disconcerting coldness by the three occupants, who were immersed in a situation charged with emotional tension, where each second seemed to weigh more than the tremors that surrounded them.
Gregory, sitting with his feet stretched out, was completely focused as he applied an ointment to Rebecca's back, his movements gentle and meticulous.
She lay on her stomach, her head resting gently in his lap, her body relaxing under his constant and careful touch. The cold ointment touched her soft skin, the gentle chill contrasting with the heat that still resonated with the tension of the recent combat.
Without a blouse or bra, Rebecca felt a closeness to Gregory in a way that could not be ignored and that she did not remember having felt with anyone else, not even Zara, her partner of years. Gregory's touch was gentle, almost as if he were treating someone much more important to him than a Hound he had met only a few hours ago...
He slid his hands over her skin with a delicacy that made her sigh involuntarily, a feeling of care that enveloped her like a cozy blanket. The warmth of his hands contrasted with the coldness of the ointment, creating a mixture of sensations that made her feel a strange mix of comfort and vulnerability.
There was something intimate in the way Gregory moved, as if words were unnecessary, and the way he cared for her was filled with a connection that the two had not yet fully recognized. Her breathing became calmer as he carefully treated the bruises on her back, and even in silence, she felt the protection and affection in his gestures.
Rebecca closed her eyes and relaxed, trusting herself to Gregory's care, feeling her face heat up. At the same time, a slight tightness in her heart warned her that this was dangerous, which she chose to ignore.
Time passed, Gregory didn't stop for a moment and his eyes never left Rebecca's back, as if each movement was an extra care, not only for the wound, but for her.
"Are you okay? Do you feel anything?" He asked softly, his voice low and soft like a whisper, as if each word was an extra involvement, a security that he wanted to give her without rushing.
Rebecca, feeling her entire body warm inside with such a simple and careful gesture, opened her eyes for a moment and looked at him. Shyness enveloped her, but the closeness between them seemed to erase any distance she usually had. She gave a slight smile and answered in a soft, almost imperceptible tone: "I am fine... just a little tickling."
Gregory smiled, but continued his work, not rushing, not interrupting that silent moment. Time seemed suspended, and inside, the two were involved in something more than just wounds and bandages.
Louise, who was next to him, couldn't help but watch the scene with a mixture of deep interest and shame. Her eyes were fixed on Gregory, completely absorbed, and the slight gleam of envy in her gaze was almost palpable. She was so absorbed in the interaction between them that she didn't even realize she was drooling, her mouth half open.
"Gunn... are you listening?"
But interrupting the situation, Natan's voice echoed through the radio inside the hideout.
"Can you get the radio for me, Louise?" Saying this, Gregory continued with the same calm as always, his movements precise as he treated Rebecca's back.
He didn't take his eyes off what he was doing, but something in his perception made him quickly look away. When he fixed his eyes on Louise, her expression didn't go unnoticed. The gleam of envy was clear, almost tangible, in her gaze fixed on him, and Gregory noticed the way she seemed to absorb every detail of the interaction between him and Rebecca.
Without pausing what he was doing, Gregory used one of his free hands to reach for Louise. His touch was soft, unexpectedly intimate.
He caressed one of her ears with his fingertips, then he caressed her face over the mask with his hand and then moved down to her neck, gently and softly.
But suddenly, Gregory grabbed Louise's neck with unexpected skill, a movement so precise and dominant, as if it were that of a passionate lover.
The gesture made Louise's body shiver, a shiver running up her spine as she held her breath. Her eyes locked with his, and her mind blurred, as if the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the growing heat between them.
Louise's skin began to respond to his touch, warming intensely and almost instinctively, as if that gesture were something natural, something she had never known she wanted until that moment. It was a touch that disarmed her, that awakened something deep within her, something she didn't know she was so close to feeling.
"I'll take care of you soon... If you want..." His voice was low, full of a silent promise, while his smile was relaxed but full of intention.
Louise, without hesitation, nodded desperately, as if it were a response she could not control. She approached him instinctively, ignoring his hand on her neck, her eyes fixed on his with increasing intensity. Her face was now so close to his that the heat of their bodies seemed to intertwine in the space between them.
When she got even closer, almost as if she couldn't control herself, he gave her a slight smile and, with a swift and sure movement, he tightened his grip on Louise's neck, an unexpected but controlled action, enough to push her away from his immediate proximity.
It wasn't an aggressive gesture, but rather a firm one, as if he wanted to reaffirm his authority, but also to understand her limits. He kept her there, the distance justified by a touch that was simultaneously gentle and dominant.
"Not now, Louise." His voice came out low and almost whispered, but with a tone of gentle authority.
He watched her, his eyes fixed on hers, making it clear that this moment of closeness needed to be controlled. She shivered slightly at the gesture, her eyes dilating as the feeling of dominance hung in the air.
At the same time, Rebecca felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she watched the interaction between Gregory and Louise. There was something in the way he touched Louise's skin, that possessive and gentle touch, that bothered her in a way she couldn't exactly explain.
It was as if she were suddenly a spectator of something very intimate and private. She tried to ignore it, but the feeling of betrayal, however subtle, was inevitable. The urge to stand up and stop it consumed her for a moment.
But before she could make any move, Gregory, with his sharp perception, noticed the tension in Rebecca without even looking directly at her. Then, with a swift and calculated gesture, he used one of his hands to gently push Louise away, as if he were silently telling her to wait a moment. His gesture was swift and calculated.
With his other hand, he slowly stroked Rebecca's hair, sinking his fingers into it and tenderly smoothing her sensitive scalp. The contact was direct, tender and slow, a comforting pressure, like a silent reminder that she was still his priority in that space.
"Who let you get up?" His voice was low, but with undeniable authority. He left no room for her to react impulsively.
Instead, with an almost instinctive skill, he made her lie down again with the same gentleness with which he had begun to treat her wounds. It was a careful but firm gesture, as if he had complete control of the situation.
He kept his hands on her for a moment, stabilizing her posture, before returning his attention to Louise, but this time with more caution, as if he had made a subtle adjustment to his posture so as not to cause her further discomfort.
As the tension in the air intensified, Nathan's voice, full of concern and urgency, echoed through the radio: "Gunn, are you listening?" He found himself increasingly disconcerted, unsure of what was happening to Gregory who had not yet responded.
Gregory, as calm as ever, addressed Louise in a tender and soft voice, as if the scene around him was not affecting his concentration. "Get the radio for me, Louise..."
She blinked a few times, as if waking from a trance, and for a moment she was paralyzed. Quickly, she composed herself, grabbed the radio, and held it close to Gregory, her hand shaking slightly.
"Listening. What happened, Miles?" Gregory asked, his voice now steady and controlled despite the escalating situation.
Natan's answer came quickly.
"Our friend here seems to be waking up..." Nathan's voice held an unmistakable tension. "The mutagen levels are fluctuating, and the glow is starting to fade. The hatchlings have also gone into the water—all of them. Whatever it is, you'd better hurry out there."
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