Every time you would try to talk to the man, and I mean every time, he would get distracted with another fight.
In this recent attempt to talk to him, you decide to sit back and just watch. See his fight through to the end.
A sword was raised, blood was spilt. The battle was won, right?
Wrong~.
From the debris of the fight, the figure rose yet again, charging after Gamma. You went to call out his name, but stopped upon seeing exactly what this latest foe had decided to do.
Those leather pants Gamma always wore were shredded, cuts lining the bare skin that was now visible. You blush slightly as you watch him finish off the enemy, for good this time, and slowly walk over to him.
"W-We need to treat those wounds of yours before they get infected…" You mutter to the abnormally tall man. (I mean, he's six foot three, if that's not a giant, what it?)
Your response is merely a nod of his head before he sighs. "And we need to get something to eat. I'm fucking starved." He groans, making you giggle a bit as you head back to the hotel room.
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How…again did the four of you (meaning yourself, C.T., Gamma and Elwood) decide on room arrangements again?
Oh that's right.
C.T. decided.
So here you were, in the room you were sharing with Gamma, patching up his wounds…while he was in nothing but his boxers.
"Gah, be careful [Name]. I'm still human!" Gamma groans, sighing before he closes his eyes and leans back against the bed.
"Feh, one wouldn't think that with the way you act when you fight. Plus the fact that you…oh what's this? You decided to go and make your entire right arm into freakin steel or iron whatever the hell it is!" You retort, scoffing as you patch up the last wound and smack his arm as you stand up. "You're such an idiot."
Gamma simply smiles and lies back on the bed, watching as you scurry around, disposing of bandages and such.
Holding up his pants, you glance over at him, the small blush appearing back on your cheeks. "I think you're going to need new pants…" You quietly say, slowly folding up them up.
"That may be…" Gamma's voice says quietly into your ear, "But these still have a little bit of life left in them…"
"G-Gamma?" You stutter out, shaking slightly as he presses his weight against you, slowly pushing you into the wall.
"Don't worry…" He starts, ripping the pants further, taking a strand of the leather and tying your hands above your head. "I told Elwood and C.T. to go out for a bit. Now you can ask me anything you want…anything."
You gasp out as his left hand travels up your skirt, lightly scratching the pale skin of your thigh.
"Gamma…" You whisper, hesitantly wrapping your arms around his neck before he presses his lips against yours. "W-Wait…that girl…Angelle…" You mutter, pulling away from him and looking down at the ground.
Gamma smirks, pressing you against the wall even more, "She's nothing but a girl with a wild dream. I just went along with it…" He says, sliding his other hand up your shirt, causing the shivers to spread through your body at the contact of the cool metal.
Your skirt and underwear and quickly dropped to the floor, accompanied by his boxers.
"Just relax…I'm an expert with my hands…"