It’s been weird. For both of you. Being in Dibs’ breeding project was weird enough. But getting used to it was even weirder.

You were sharing a cell, obviously. Sharing a bed. It was only natural that you had to do what Dibs expected you to. From time to time. You haven’t expect him to stay after. Ettore always been practical guy in your eyes. Get the task done and leave. You thought, he would leave you alone in the cell for some time, go to Box for second round or to Dibs to get his pills.

Yet he didn’t

His body rested next to yours as you pulled your tank top and knickers back on just to let him wrap an arm around you and pull you close to him. His forehead and neck were still sweaty and you could hear how his heart still raced. It was weird. How nonchalantly he moved as if you couldn’t see his need to cling to your body, to feel your touch on his skin.

He pushed his head into the crock of his neck to hide the vulnerability painting itself on his face.

“You alright?” He asked gruffly as to still hold the walls around him.