A/N: A comment fic for a prompt on the Girl on fire Hunger Games fic-a-thon
cato/clove, hold you like a python
She holds him close at night, one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other wrapped around her favorite knife. The Capitol thinks it's sweet. "How close those two are," they croon, "How nice of them, supporting each other." Then they turn around and place bets on which of them will betray the alliance first. She knows they have nothing on the District 12 Tributes and their gag inducing romance ploy, but it can't hurt to play it up a bit. She holds Cato close and presses a biting kiss against his neck, imagining the way his blood will stain her hands when she finally cuts his throat.
