Author's note: I don't really know why or how I wrote this. I was actually having a writer's block and I was having trouble with writing my non-posted fic. So, I've been addicted to Catoniss these last few days and this came out. Tell me if I should continue, even though I suck at writing lemons. And sorry for any mistake: english's not my main language, but I gave my best here.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games aren't mine, not even its characters. I would LOVE to have Peeta and Cato, but, sadly, I don't.
Sometimes, during the Hunger Games training, she wonders if maybe, just maybe, she should regret meeting him. When her eyes locked with his for the first time in two years, she felt her eyes get watery and her heart thumped even harder, almost making her chest ache. The recognition passed by his eyes, but as soon as it came, it was gone. Holding back her tears, she reminded herself that the Capitol could never have knowledge of her relation with that boy. The boy popularly known as the brutal, bloody Cato.
She always knew he would volunteer; but that was the last thing in her mind when she took Prim's place. She only remembered of the boy she loved since her infancy when she was face to face with him, all the tributes reunited. There was no escape.
She actually was afraid of talking to him. Maybe he had changed, maybe he had forgotten about her. When they were dismissed, she practically ran to the roof, not even bothering to at least see her room. She just needed to think. She needed him.
Somehow, he found her. She was looking numbly to the sky, as if she wasn't really paying attention. She needed peace, but at the same time, she needed something to distract her. She just realized he was there when he slowly walked towards her and slid his strong arms around her tiny waist. Burying his face in her neck, he felt every tension in her body disappear. Her hands easily found his, interlacing them while they just stood there, in silence.
Minutes passed and then she turned around, her hands cupping his face and she couldn't be happier. After all, she was there with the boy she loved. The boy who loved her too. With her, his eyes were nothing like they were twenty, thirty minutes ago, when they weren't alone. His hands gripped the small of her back tightly, but still soft.
No words were needed. They would use them, but words were never needed between them.
Cato caressed her uncovered skin, where her jacket should meet her jeans, with his thumb. His left hand followed her curves all the way up, stopping by the back of her neck. He licked his lips and she did the same, her eyes almost begging for him to do what they both wanted. Finally, he leaned a bit and brushed his lips lightly against hers. What a tease, she thought,he'll never change.
Tired of all the waiting, Katniss gripped his neck with both hands, crashing their lips roughly. For Cato, it was the most sensual thing she had ever done. He needed her more than anything; she was his everything. If what their tongues were doing could be compared to a dance, it would be tango. No need to ask why.
Smiling between the delicious kiss they were sharing, he slid one hand to her tight, lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist. Katniss quickly got the message, doing the same with the other and having more body contact between her and her boy. But it still wasn't enough.
Her back hit the wall and now his hands gripped tightly her tights. His mouth left hers and made a trail of quick pecks all the way to her neck, giving her wet kisses, feeling almost satisfied with how she trembled just because of him. He loved the effect he caused on her. He loved her.
A/N: So, should I continue? Should I just leave it like this? Should I delete it? Review, please!