Disclaimer: Nope, just a fanfiction writer. I would be richer, if I did.
Story: Haymitch forces them to party and Katniss ends up drunk. She ends up pregnant and still in the games. Unlikely alliances and crazy sponsors. It's crack!drama.
Set AU at the first book, "The Hunger Games."
Spoilers: Just the first book at first and then maybe the next two books.
Warnings: Cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and maybe some sexual situations…
Pairings: Seneca/Katniss, one-sided Gale/Katniss, one-sided Peeta/Katniss, Glimmer/Peeta, Cato/?, Gale/Clove

Warning: M for a reason. Watch this chapter.

The Taste of Nightlock on Your Lips
Chapter One: The Butterfly Lovers

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are two characters of a tragic love story called Liang Zhu, the first two of their names combined and meaning "The Butterfly Lovers." It is the Chinese equivalent of Romeo and Juliet.

History, Katniss Everdeen thought, was much more interesting before the Capitol ever came into existence.

The Chinese legend had been one of the things she'd been reading about before she had volunteered, and she regretted that she had been unable to finish the last few pages before she had to leave her home. Many of the things she read varied, but she admitted that a good portion of it had some sort of star-crossed lovers role in them. Scoffed at them as she did, she also felt sincere sympathy and acknowledgement that in the end, they suffered and suffering was never something she wished on anyone.

After all, it was a commonplace attribute to the Seam and she knew how that was.

Grabbing the insanely soft towel, she toweled her hair dry and looked dispassionately at the dress laid out on her bed. It wasn't as outrageous as the other things the people in the Capitol she'd seen wear, but it was dressier than she was used to. Silky fabric with lace trimmings…Cinna called it a Lolita dress. She laughed softly remembering his enthusiasm in describing the outfit and his eagerness for her to wear it, recalling his interspersions in his speech about his inspiration in retro-styling.

She put it on and decided to leave the back for one of the others to help her with later, choosing instead to inspect the front. It was a rather pretty dress, she admitted, and since it was Cinna –a man she barely knew but had instantly liked and bonded with –she would wear it without complaint. She would forgo the makeup though. Once was enough for the Tribute Parade, and she didn't feel like doing all that work just for the night.

She almost put her hair in its signature braid, but Cinna had asked her to let it down for the night. So instead, she put it in a side-ponytail and slightly curled it. Not bothering with anything else, she put her feet in the flats the dress came with and walked out of the room quietly.

Outside, Haymitch Abernathy was just pouring another round of liquor into his glass while Effie Trinket berated him. Peeta Mellark, her partner in all this madness, looked uncertain at the two from the side, dressed nicely in a black dress shirt and slacks.

"I need help with the back," she called out blandly, examining their mentor and escort exasperatedly. That exasperation rose when they seemingly didn't hear her and were too lost in their argument, but at least Peeta was nervously on his way to offer his help. Without another word, she turned and exposed her back and the untied laces, and Peeta quickly got to work on them.

"Thanks, Peeta," she said quietly.

"You're welcome," the nervousness in his voice was thick.

She wondered why he was so nervous in the first place.

Her mind wandered to the end of the Tribute Parade and what had started this whole mess, while Peeta finished up.

"Alright, sweetheart. You and bread boy did a great job at the parade. You two deserve a reward," Haymitch nodded certainly, tilting slightly due to his minor inebriety.

She was surprised he wasn't drunk more.

"Reward? What do you mean?" Peeta interjected, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"You guys need to let loose. It's your last night to be able to go out and have fun, go and get wild," Haymitch stumbled towards a chair, slumping in it lazily. "Trust me, kids. It ain't pretty in the games and training'll be brutal. Take this chance. Go out and do something stupid. Party with the citizens for awhile."

"Can we actually do that? I didn't think we could leave the suite," Peeta asked skeptically.

Katniss silently agreed.

Haymitch shrugged. "Dunno. It's never been done before. Technically, I would say it ain't 'cause there's no actual rule about it…everyone just assumes you can't."

Well that settled it. "No," Katniss said flatly.

Haymitch actually sobered up, at least in attitude. "Sweetheart, you especially need to get laid. Loosen up for once, won't you? Yeah, you definitely need to get laid –maybe it'll finally get you to relax some."

He had looked serious at least in that moment before he opened his mouth, even if his words proved that to be a moot point.

Katniss bristled, ready to retort angrily when Haymitch interrupted her.

"Look, you two don't got a choice. I finally convinced Little Miss Muppet over there to agree," he jabbed his thumb towards Effie, who huffed irritably, "and if you don't agree willingly, I'll force you two out of the suite and lock it, so you can't get in and therefore get caught by some Capitol minion, underling, gofer, whatever…At least if you agree, you get the chance to fix yourselves up and don't end up lookin' like bums on the streets."

And that was how they ended up in the present, after Haymitch had extracted some willing help from Cinna. Haymitch would take care of any distractions, allowing the two to sneak out, just in case they were to be caught and herded back. Soon enough, they were outside the Training Center and out in the City Circle of the Capitol.

"Well…shall we?" Peeta muttered, his nervous energy coming back and catching onto Katniss.

She swallowed just as nervously now, hesitantly accepting his arm as they started to walk further away from the Training Center and to the coming mob that partied and jeered.

"I think we should split," she murmured to him.

"What? Why?" he asked in alarm.

"We won't be as noticeable if we're separated. That way, no one can tell who we are right away and we can also avoid being dragged back to the Training Center immediately."

Peeta was reluctant, but he soon caved in and just as they reached the fringes of the main partygoers, they went their separate ways. A little later, as she walked around, she caught sight of Peeta entertaining a crowd and getting them all excited.

"Peeta, Peeta! Are you really allowed to be out here?" some of the Capitol women cooed.

She bit back a laugh.

"Technically, there's no actual rule about it," Peeta said roguishly, ironically choosing to quote Haymitch. "Everyone just assumes we can't."

The crowd laughed raucously, with the women giggling freely and some men clapping a hand hard on Peeta's back in good humor.

"Now, let me actually party here! I'm going to die soon."

"Oh, Peeta! Don't talk like that!"

For herself, she hated social situations. She just…wasn't good with them. She wished she had Peeta's social skills. Still, she forced herself to go around and make small talk, berating herself inwardly for her blunt nature that she could tell surprised many of them. She always made a quick getaway afterwards, not knowing she left a longstanding impression on all of them, and actually a good one at that. In fact, many of them were amused at her frankness and appreciated it, especially as it was different.

But Katniss didn't know that and would much rather not think about it for the moment.

Finding a secluded corner where a stone bench sat underneath an arch that had roses tangled around the structure, she gratefully sat down and decided she would merely sit and maybe drink a glass of wine until she deemed it alright to head back. She wouldn't push it passed Haymitch to send her back because she hadn't been out long enough…and since he said to do something "stupid" or "let loose", drinking alcohol should qualify.

And she wouldn't get drunk like him either.

A single glass was it and she wanted to try it before her possible death in the games. If she was going to die, then maybe Haymitch had a point and she wouldn't mind being able to try some things before her death.

She had only taken a few sips of the surprisingly sweet wine, when a handsome man came over, smiling softly as he held his own glass of wine in one hand. He looked normal compared to many of the other Capitol citizens around, with his dark raven hair parted perfectly and combed back and icy blue eyes that seemed to penetrate through her. He had an intricate designed beard that was interesting to her, trimmed close to his face. He was definitely rich and Capitol, with his –though simple –expensive white pants and crimson dress shirt underneath the black vest, matching crimson lining on the front of it.

"Hello, may I sit here?" he asked, voice smooth.

"Why?" she questioned bluntly. She inwardly winced. 'Social, Katniss, social.' "I mean, if you want to," she corrected herself in a mutter.

He simply laughed and sat down close to her, though thankfully not too close.

"I'm Seneca, it's nice to meet you…?" he introduced himself.

"Katniss," she uncomfortably introduced herself in return, hoping to avoid another word vomit. What was it Cinna told her after leaving her dress? Right…'be yourself.'

"You don't really know who I am, do you?" he inquired curiously, but she just shook her head in confusion.

"No, should I?"

He studied her closely for a moment before his smile widened just a fraction more and he shook his head in response.

"It doesn't matter. You might have, but then you could have been living under a rock all these years," he actually teased her.

Surprised at the man's candor, she hesitantly smiled to that. Friendly, she had to remind herself too. Friendly. God, why did being social have to be so hard?

She hadn't noticed she finished her first glass of wine already, nervously snatching another one from a passing waiter.

"Don't you know who I am?" she asked in return, trying to return the teasing, though she was genuinely curious.

She didn't look too different from the Tribute Parade, did she? Sure, her hair was different (especially with it being down this time) and her face was natural and free of any makeup and the clothing change…but certainly that wouldn't have made her look too different, would it? By now, she was sure that she was known from the repeated showings of her district's reaping and now because of the successful parade, and many others seemed to have recognized her.

Maybe his drink had impaired his memory and vision?

She took a large gulp out of her glass, hoping that she didn't actually voice her observations out loud. That would make things awkward, wouldn't it?

"No, care to enlighten me?" he purred, shifting closer to her as his eyes darkened and his tall frame leaned over her slight one.

She blinked before freezing up, knowing she probably looked like that deer she had been hunting the day of the Reaping. Thankfully, he seemed to recognize her look and actually backed off.

"I apologize, but that was simply too good an opportunity to miss," his smile returned to play across his lips.

"Don't waste your time," she blurted out. "I'm an idiot when it comes to flirting. You were flirting…weren't you?"

He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Yes. I was trying to flirt."

She could only shrug sheepishly at him, making him laugh again.

"How about to more friendly waters?" he said after he settled down.

And then he'd steered the conversation to something more neutral and she ended up relaxing and even coming to enjoy herself. Still, she was still a little nervous, as shown by the numerous glasses of wine she consumed as they talked, and the fact she hadn't noticed that fact.

When she got up to fetch yet another glass, she actually stumbled and was caught by strong, lean arms that held her tight and helped her settle upright. Seneca led her back to the bench and she sat down clumsily.

He plucked her latest empty glass from her hand and put it aside.

"I should think that's enough," he murmured. "And I believe you're drunk, Katniss."

"I am, am I?" she wondered aloud. "Huh…so this is how it feels to be drunk. I didn't know."

"First time drinking?"

She smiled widely at him, knowing she probably looked like an idiot. "Yep. I didn't think I'd be such a lightweight…"

Recalling the numerous glasses before he'd cut her off, he seemed to grimace at that.

"I think it's that combined with the amount you drank. And you are rather light to be handling that amount of alcohol and the potency of the kind you were drinking," he referred to her small stature.

"Eh," she replied intelligently and he cracked a smile.

"Come on, Katniss. I think I should give you a ride home now," he offered.

In a moment of clarity, she hesitated. Knowing the state she was in, she wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to be going somewhere with a virtual stranger. She didn't want to just trust him on his word that he would take her to where she needed to be or take a chance he wouldn't try something.

"Katniss?"

She wet her lips and made her decision, taking his offered hand like she had accepted Peeta's arm, allowing him to lead the way to an expensive speeder. After a few moments of flying through the air, he turned to her and asked her for directions.

"Um…I don't know. It's really high. Tall, like this!" she demonstrated, leveling her hand high in the air and making him chuckle quietly. "And gray. Really gray."

"There are a lot of gray buildings," he said wryly.

"…Tall?"

He laughed lightly and she joined him, giggling (and inwardly horrified that she had). Katniss Everdeen does not giggle. Ever. So she abruptly cut herself off with a forced cough and ignored her heated cheeks.

"Do you know where it is?"

"It was near," she said, but she wasn't so sure now.

Shoot. Part of the reason she agreed to go with him, a huge reason actually, was because she didn't want to pass out in the middle of the streets. What was she going to do now?

"You can't remember?" at her distressed shake of her head, he reached out and softly patted her hand. "It's alright. Do you want to stay at my place for the night?"

And that could be the opportunity for him to try something as she had thought about earlier, only he in fact really had tried to help her get home and the thought of staying out in the city and alone brought up way too many memories of starving in the rain, boys with bread, and a whole bunch of unwanted memories guaranteed to make her start blubbering on him. In an effort to avoid that, she just resigned herself to agreeing.

He made a smooth turn and went the opposite direction from where they'd been heading, and she was inwardly touched that he had been willing to just drive around and get her home, when his own home was much farther away than where she had thought the building she was supposed to be was.

They reached a sky rise quickly and he'd parked at a private section, leading her away to elevators nearby. Without much talk, he'd brought her to his penthouse, her mouth briefly unhinging at the place and admiring the taste decorating it.

"Let me rummage around for a shirt you can sleep in," he told her, disappearing after to do as he'd said.

She fidgeted in the den, starting to feel uncomfortable again as she waited. Then he appeared and held out a silk rendition of the shirt he was wearing underneath his vest, presenting it silently to her.

"You can change in there. The bed is in there as well, so you can take that also," he offered gentlemanly.

Her hands traced the silk absentmindedly, before she just dropped it and stepped closer to him, invading his personal space.

"I'm surprised you haven't made any move to take advantage of me," she murmured, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

His eyes darkened wonderfully again, and he moved just the slightest bit closer to her.

"The thought's crossed my mind many a time tonight," he admitted.

"Then why didn't you?" her eyes burned into him.

"Oh, I wanted to. I just chose not to, because you weren't sober and I am not in the habit of taking advantage of beautiful, young women in that condition. I had hoped that I would be taking her into my bed in a more willing situation," one of his hands brushed against her hips and she swallowed uncertainly.

She pushed on.

"I am willing," she said defiantly.

He smiled darkly, eyes watching her intensely. "So you say. Katniss, you're drunk. You'll agree now and what of later?"

Seneca brought up a hand, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb, eyelids lowering as he watched the motion. Her tongue darted out and flicked at his thumb, bringing it to a stop, and he stared at her face. She took this chance to lean forward and make him take her first kiss, firmly kissing him before allowing him to take control of it with his more experienced mouth. When they pulled apart, she was breathing heavily and her face was flushed, while he had a hungry look on his. Without another word, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to his room, quickly shutting the door closed.

"Tell me to stop now because I won't later," his voice was husky and brought a shiver up her spine.

But then her mind cleared up momentarily and she thought about what she was doing and what she had started to agree to, indecision warring on her face. She knew he saw it, when he started to pull back. So she made up her mind and was determined not to go back on her decision.

Right now, right here, her mind was absolutely clear and he could see it. It made him more willing to go through with this, seeing her complicit agreement, and she was happy and satisfied that he cared that much for it that he wouldn't just sleep with her without it.

And damn it all, if she was going to die…if there was a possibility…she wanted to experience this before the games. She wanted to enjoy something she might not be able to if she waited, that she wouldn't live to experience. Most of all, she wanted to enjoy herself and be selfish for once.

More importantly…it would be nice for someone to take care of her and make her happy just this one time.

Their lips crashed back onto each other's and she could feel his hands on her again, firmly placed on her hips. It wasn't long until he'd led her to his bed and had placed her on it. But then he slowed down and the pace was much slower than they'd started with. She was a little bit grateful for it, as it allowed her to catch up and stop the whirling in her head from all the new sensations and to slow down the pounding of her heart.

Seneca's soft lips kissed hers languidly again and again, with her distantly feeling his elegant fingers moving to her back and nimbly unlace the dress. She tried to help him, kicking off her flats and moving upwards to try to wiggle out of her dress, when he stopped her.

"Don't move," he murmured.

He laid her out again on his bed and she watched him quietly as he went to work. He slipped the dress off her shoulders and then slowly dragged it down her body, moving her hips to pull it pass, and then letting it fall off her legs like a waterfall. It was dropped off the bed without another moment's notice and she was left in her underwear.

Realizing that, her face blushed and her arms instinctively flew up and crossed over her breasts, unable to help noticing his eyes flickering up to watch the movement and lingering over her arms and what was only barely hidden underneath them. He licked his lips and suddenly she had the notion she was underneath a predator and that tonight she was prey.

How different it was being on the other end.

Vulnerability wasn't something that came naturally to her, but there was something innately right about doing so here that she couldn't help letting herself be so with him. But she also was a strong-willed girl and she wanted to be a little more active. If he wanted her to be patient and let him have his way with her, then she wanted something in return.

His clothes needed to be taken off.

She let her arms fall away from her chest, grabbing onto his wrists determinedly. She sat up and shushed his protests, focusing on what she was doing. Her fingers went to the buttons of his vest, and she slid her fingers down the diagonal scarlet lining before she slowly unbuttoned it. She slowly slid it off, avoiding looking at him and knowing he was watching her and her actions closely. Curiously, she spread her fingers out and placed her hands flat on his chest, feeling lean muscles underneath them. She examined his torso over the dress shirt, dancing her fingers across his collar before she began to unbutton the shirt as well.

He shifted his shoulders slightly, allowing her better leeway to slide the dress shirt off them and then completely off of him. Her hands moved to his pants, but it was there where she stopped and hesitated. He ran a knuckle down her face encouragingly and she drew up her courage, finding the button and then moving on to unzip his pants. He took over from there, shoving them off, and then he was back on her, laying her out on his bed and covering her with his body while his mouth moved thoroughly against hers.

She could smell the heady scent of musk mixing with what seemed like saffron, and she wondered while being glad at the difference to the usual altered-rose scent the Capitol favored. The taste of sweat slipped into her mouth and she felt so hot, the warmth of his body compounding on hers and the outrageous feeling her own body was going through.

The ache was building in the apex between her thighs, and she couldn't hold back her gasp when the smooth skin of his fingers caressed her. She opened her mouth, ready to snark and say something to avoid her embarrassment, when one of his fingers slid in and instead she gasped again and arched into him. He slowly rocked her into oblivion with his fingers alone, murmuring soft reassurances against her whimpering lips, and then holding onto her firmly when she finally had her first orgasm.

He hummed in satisfaction against her bared throat, kissing it softly, before he lifted himself onto his hands and knees. The icy blues had completely darkened to a nightly hue, desire reflecting in them clearly as he adjusted her legs. When she felt him, she tensed up.

"Relax," he murmured into her ear.

When she had trouble doing so, he did some kind of wonderful trick with one hand, dragging the length of it from her neck to just over the curve of her arse, doing so along her spine. Relaxing just after that, he took the opportunity to thrust in, in her distraction.

She couldn't help the small shriek that escaped her lips, and the desperate hold she had around his neck and waist, clutching tightly with her arms and legs. Burying her face into his neck, she unwillingly felt a few tears escape.

He rocked his hips shallowly against her, getting her used to it without going all out, whispering comfortingly all the while to her as he echoed her hold.

When she started thrusting back against him, it was with a concentrated effort that he vaguely realized she was inexperienced and new to this, so he moved his hands to her hips and began to guide them. He barely felt himself as his vision blacked out and waves of pleasure moved through them both.

The next morning was anything but relaxed for Katniss. She felt the cold air hit her skin and she felt her head pounding angrily. She could vaguely remember last night and her head was still a little fuzzy.

But she jolted out of her daze when she realized there were lightly muscled arms clutching her middle.

Whoever it was, let out a quiet groan and squeezed her waist, bringing her closer to a warm, male body. She tried to keep her breathing steady and unchanged, while inwardly panicking to high heavens and scrambling around in her head to try to remember clearly what happened the night before. It came with a rush of images and she was suddenly really, really looking forward to seeing Haymitch.

So was her fist.

"Awake then," a voice spoke up, still husky with sleep.

She hadn't notice that he was already awake. Why was he still holding her and letting her stay in bed, much less in his home? Shouldn't he be kicking her out, saying 'thank you for the time, see you some other time' without meaning it?

She pulled away from him stiffly, keeping her eyes averted from him as she started to rummage around for her clothes.

"Hey, are you alright?"

She took a deep breath and looked up, roving her eyes all over his lean frame and for some reason committing it to memory. He was as handsome as she remembered him, with his hair mussed all over from their night's activities and his blue eyes returned to their icy color. His bare chest was nicely sculpted and she let her eyes linger a little too long before she realized that she had, and had forced her eyes away.

Apparently, in her examination, he'd had one of his own and whatever he'd seen had gotten a look of chagrin on his.

"You regret last night."

Her head snapped up and she looked at him with wide eyes.

"No! No, it's not that. Trust me, it doesn't have anything to do with you," she grimaced. "It's just…last night was kind of unexpected. I promise I was completely and utterly aware of my agreement to the whole thing, and I don't take that back!" she added and could see his body slightly relax.

"I'm more upset with myself and that I was stupid enough to let myself get into that situation in the first place," she muttered. "Not that I didn't enjoy last night. I just wish that it hadn't started because I was drunk or that I was drunk in the first place. Sorry, I'm probably not being good company right now."

He shrugged. "You're being honest. I appreciate honesty. And you're still pretty," he grinned at her, drawing a lovely flush. He moved closer to her, making the flush decorating her skin darken. He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. "So would that mean it's alright if I did this?" he murmured.

And when she didn't refuse, he took it a step further and wound his arms around her, pulling her closer so that their bodies were pressed up against each other, and then kissed her deeply.

"Where do you need to go after this?" he asked breathily once they pulled apart.

"The Training Center," she finally remembered the name of the place that had eluded her last night.

A faint flicker of surprise went through his face before he smiled.

"Well, that's good. I'm headed there myself this morning. We could go together," he said with a note of finality that she mentally laughed fondly at. Huh, already fond of a stranger, was she…

"I was going to take a shower…join me?" he offered, his voice going an octave deeper then.

She swallowed heavily before nodding and following him. Inside the shower, as he lavished her with kisses, she thought she should be very smug upon her next meeting with Haymitch. 'Go wild' he said. How's a one-night stand for him? A drunken one-night stand with a Capitol man.

She was pretty sure she definitely earned separate brownie points for that, as well as bragging rights –though she would probably be silent in that and would never actually tell him, leaving him to be confused about it. Besides, she'd never tell him about something like this; she would rather die than confide in him in any part of her…sex life. It was none of his business anyways.

That was what he gets, implying she was stiff or something. Though, she didn't feel all too different after "getting laid". Oh, she felt good, especially since Seneca was still doing such wonderful things to her body…but she'd thought she'd notice a change in herself or something. She still felt like, well, Katniss.

He did some sinful thing with his tongue that had her toes curling and her mind blanked out from there.

Afterwards, he dressed in a new ensemble of his clothing, with her musing that he probably had his whole wardrobe comprised of it. She dressed herself in what she wore last night, though she quietly cursed about not having thought to bring a jacket. The silk shirt she'd almost worn the night before was tossed at her and she looked quizzically at him.

"Keep it," he said calmly. "It can keep you warm."

Happy for the extra warmth, she put it on immediately, managing to slip into it without having to unbutton it. Without much talk, they headed down from his penthouse, to his speeder, and then they were off in the direction of the Training Center.

"So…are you an intern?" he asked conversationally, when she was sure they were halfway there.

"Something like that," she answered vaguely, not really wanting him to know she was a tribute, especially as she'd managed to get along with him so well since first meeting him. It would be worse if he started to pity her.

Still, it was strange that he still hadn't recognized her. It was now light enough to see her clearly (if he somehow hadn't managed to last night), he was clearly sober, and the longer time spent in her presence should have allowed him to finally recall her face. Shouldn't it? Perhaps she was putting too much credence into her memorability…

At the front of the Training Center, he'd parked at a private section and they got out. He immediately swept to her side, his eyelids lowered as he leaned in close to her. He kissed her again and she let him, and when he pulled back, she felt like a feeling of foreboding entered her then, along with a strange sense of longing.

"We should do this again," he looked at her intensely, and she tried not to shy away from those eyes.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," she said softly.

He blinked, his confusion almost palpable to her.

"Why ever not?"

"I just do," she looked away.

She pushed away from him and started to walk away, trying not to look back at him. But she had the strong urge for just one more look, one more time to memorize his handsome features, and one more time to quietly admire this man…

She turned halfway, gazing almost regrettably at him as she smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry."

And she walked away without another look, leaving him behind to stare after her.

In another universe, Seneca Crane's name would be immortalized through history for the unforgettable ending he'd given to the 74th Hunger Games, as well as inadvertently being part of the cause that kindled the fire that lit up the rebellion into a blazing inferno, starting it in a way alongside Katniss Everdeen. A single choice was all it took, for them both, and made in direct opposition to the Capitol.

Whatever his reasons were, hers had been in rebellion…and ultimately indirectly causing his death.

In another Chinese lore, a general named Tianfang and a girl named Dong-Er fell in love. Their forbidden romance is discovered and they are sentenced to death. He was to be made into a terracotta and burned alive, while she was to be burned. She secretly gave him the elixir of immortality and sacrificed herself. Two thousand years later, he's still alive and found by her reincarnation…

Started 4/4/12 –Completed 4/5/12

EDITED 9/1/13: Edited to not be explicit, just in case.

A/n: The promised start of the full-length Seneca/Katniss fic. Yes, I went with the M rating and therefore wrote in that way, considering three people asked for it and everyone else said nothing (I assume that meant they were neutral?). I'm gonna try to model this after "Stranger Happenings" and "The Light Before We Land", as in being drama with crack thrown in. This chapter was way longer than I thought it would be; and I get so obsessed over details. I always have to focus on them, from story to even sex scenes (shoot, I always get paranoid that those turn out cheesy or something –was it cheesy?).

Thanks to everyone who's been a loyal fan for "Caged Nightingale" (and the pairing) and all my other stories. Review and alert if you enjoyed this!