Cato
He alternately wants to kill and kiss Cinna, well maybe not kiss but something. Cato is sure that Cinna picked the dress on purpose. The red is doing wonderful things to her skin and the cut.
Cato isn't going to talk or think about the cut of the dress until after dinner is over. Sure he has seen her in low cut dresses before, but things are different now. He knows how she feels in his arms pressed against him. He knows the hunger that comes with that feeling. And now the hunger that comes with sight alone.
It takes more out of him that he knows to make it all the way through dinner that night.
Katniss
She is not prepared for him.
Katniss closes the bedroom door to find Cato already boxing her in against the door. He braces his hand on either side of the doorframe and leans towards her. An excited thrill runs down her spine.
Cato runs a palm across her collarbone and pauses at her shoulder to rub his thumb into the dimple. There is a tension in the air that was not there before. This time is not going to be quite like the times in his room or in the meadow.
"You are losing weight." He continues tracing the area above her breast and below her neck. It's maddening.
"You are putting it back on." Cato has recently started drinking some think brown beverage in the morning on the trains. He isn't the same mass he was when they first met, but it's coming back.
He smiles and it breaks the stale mate. Katniss is the one to lunge at him wrapping her body around him. The kiss is frantic and wild. They are falling backwards and yet he steers them onto the bed some how.
The red floating fabric surrounds them in a halo of flames and soon Cato's jacket joins the fray. Katniss digs her nails into his shoulders and is frustrated when she finds fabric in her way. She needs skin, wants skin.
Because as his lips blaze trails along her neck and face Katniss can feel the twisted mass in her stomach untangle. The last couple of days fly away with each brush of lips and tongue. But it's not enough.
She slides up so that she can grind against the place that always feels right and moans at the relief it give her. But instead of increasing his activity like in the past Cato stills. He leans up and brushes the hair out of her face. The motion puts him in a sitting position with Katniss straddling his lap.
There is a question in his eyes but all she can think about is making the knot go away and how he is the only one that can do that.
"More." Katniss breathes. The kiss is searing, deep and leaves her gasping.
Before she can even begin to recover Katniss finds that Cato has pushed the top her dress down and is trailing kisses towards her exposed breast. Cato's hand is climbing up her leg under the dress and she is so focused on that hand that she is caught by surprised when his mouth closes around a nipple.
Something between a moan and a gasp escapes her and he moves to the other breast. All the while his hand steadily creeps up her leg towards her heat. Katniss digs her nails into his hair and Cato bites down in response.
She is half bent now, with one of his hands bracing her back and the other now brushing the place that seems to be core of her need. Cato pressed her forward for a kiss and her breasts rub against the stiff fabric of his shirt, she gasps into the kiss.
His thumb has found the spot. As his tongue sweeps into her mouth he pressed down. Shivers break out on her arms. Katniss can't help the rocking motion that her hips take up when he tries to pull away. This continues on for a bit until Katniss knows there is something missing here that she needs.
"Please." She moans in his ear. A deep groan rumbles through Cato's chest causing her nipples to peak with the vibration. He pulls her to him with a hand on her neck and this kiss is everything.
At just the moment when she wants to beg for something again he moves. He pressed down just as two fingers slide into her. Katniss breaks the kiss because a noise bubbles out of her.
The edge is close and one more shove of his fingers gets her so close she can feel the other side. On the next thrust Cato leans in and bites Katniss right at the juncture of her neck and shoulder as his thumb presses.
She sees black. For a spilt second there is nothing. Then its gone and everything is warm and wonderful and painful all at once. Katniss gasps soundlessly and clings to Cato.
With each breath she comes down from whatever fall that was to find that Cato hasn't moved an inch. His face is a mix of fire and that other thing that she doesn't know if she can name yet. When everything settles down Katniss leans in to kiss him.
This is not a frantic kiss or even a deep one, but it is one that says things she doen't have the words for. He returns it and then rolls so that she can lay down. Cato kisses her forehead before going to the bathroom.
Lying there on the bed surrounded by layers of red fabric Katniss finds that the twisted knot in her stomach is gone. Her chest feels lighter.
"Thank you." She tells Cato when he comes back a long while later damp from a shower.
He doesn't say anything, just brushes her hair with his fingers. Katniss falls asleep feeling light and warm in his arms. It's not until the next morning that she wonders if Cato has his own twisted knot and if there was something she should have done to help him.
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