I made my way down a path, stealithy, hoping this would lead me to some potiential game. I slowed my breathing, moved with the wind, let my feet tip toe across the leaves and pine needles. Bow in hand, arrow pulled taught against the string, I rolled on. Ever since I had won the Games, hunting was no longer a necessity, due to the large sum of money Victor's receive. But, nonetheless, I needed this. This was the only time I could truly be myself, truly feel free. Truly feel like happiness was a possibility.
When I heard a twig snap, my body whipped around, bow up and aimed. When I saw who was before me I slumped my shoulder's, my bow moving with them.
"Finnick?" I questioned. My eye's didn't even begin to convey my surprise.
"Whoa, someone almost ended my life. Again." He chuckled, letting himself rest against a tree.
"What're you doing out here?" I was genuinely confused.
"Oh, you know. Just wanted to see the skilled huntress in her element." He turned the corner's of his mouth up into a playful smile. If I was any other girl in all on Panem, this might have made my thigh's quiver. Finnick was the victor of the 65th Hunger Games. He was from District 4, and was known for his skilled hands that could wield a trident like an extra limb. He was also my ally in the third Quater Quell. He, along with Peeta, Johanna, and I were plucked from the arena when I sent my arrow splintering through the forcefield. The Rebels had saved us. For whatever reason, negaotions were made with Snow, not wanting another war to befall Panem, and we were free to go. This had ended the uprising's in the districts and ended the Games. For now.
"No, I mean, what're you doing here in 12?" I asked him. Most of the resident's who lived here didn't want to be here. So, why was Finnick trotting about?
"Well, I got bored in District 4, wanted to see my favorite little spit fire." He told me.
"Couldn't you have just, you know, come by my house or something?" I asked him, bewildered by his audicitiy.
"I could have. But then I wouldn't have seen you at work." He noted.
"Well, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't sneak up on me like that. You almost landed yourself an arrow clean through the eye. I almost never miss." I spat at him, brows furrowed and posture erect.
Finnick chuckled at me and shook his head, clearly amused by my comments.
"Relax, Kat. I was just curious is all," He looked me over, lingering too long for my liking. "Though I must say, you do look quite ravishing in this get up. Very warrior meets goddess." He bit his lip, sauntering my way.
I instintively backed away, cocking my head to the side. What was he up to?
"Look, Finnick. How about you just stroll on back into town and make your daily rounds to the women who can afford you." I looked him dead in the eye, my expression never faultering.
"We both know you don't really want that." He had a predatory glint in his sea-green eye's, stalking me. I knew that stare anywhere. I had used it day after day in these woods, zeroing in on my prey.
"How are you in any position to know what it is that I want, Odair?" I let the words roll out of me. How did he know? Peeta and I weren't exactly a "thing" right now. We were for the entertainment of the public, but we had gotten so close to each other that he had earned a spot as my best friend. Gale was still there, too, but I didn't see much of him these days. Ever since he'd gone down to work in the mines, our schedules conflicted, what with him working twelve hours a day now.
"Because, I know the look of longing when I see one. We both know that me coming here wasn't just out of boredom." He purred, making his way to me until he was just inches away from my lips.
"I-I don't know what you me-" I was cut off my Finnick's lip pressing hastily against mine, giving me no time at all to react. My eyes shot open wide and I went to push him away, but it was no use. Finnick was bigger, stronger, and more muscled than me.
He picked me up and pent my body up against a tree, the bark sliding roughly against my clothing, ripping a rather large hole. I managed to tear my mouth from his.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you crazy?" I shoved at him, banging my first against his bare chest. Apparently he'd chosen not to adorn a shirt on this fine day. He chuckled at me and grinded his hips against mine.
"Can't you feel how much I want this?" He cocked his head to the side, his ever growing erection pressed against my clothed thigh. I could definitely feel his arousal there.
"Can't YOU feel how much I don't want this?" I countered, my voice failing me.
"From the looks of your flushed cheeks and the unsteady breathing of yours, I would say you're wanting this rather badly." He pointed out, brushing a defiant strand of hair from my forehead.
"How are you in any position to know what it is that I want, Odair?" These words made a re-apperance as I moved my hands behind his neck, bringing his lips back down to mine. He moaned against my lips as my tongue slid out, trying to earn itself a space inside his mouth. It was granted access and I rolled it against his, tasting him. He tasted of sweet mint. It was amazing and made me long for more. He broke the kiss, a sound of dissaproval bellowing out at me. He moved his hands to the hem of my shirt and looked into my Seam gray eyes, asking for silent permission. I nodded and he preceeded, lifting my shirt above my head. He eyed my clothed breast and began to tweak the nipple beneath the fabric, a whimper escaping through my slightly parted lips. He awarded me a grin and moved his hand to slid the offending straps down, allowing my small, yet perky mounds to spring forth. He moved his lips down and hungrily captured my rosebuds within his mouth, flicking his down against them.
"Oh..." I managed to get out, arching my back to allow him greater access. He moved to my other breast and lapped at it, causing my lower regions to flood even more. I was certain I was soaked.
He moved to undo his pants and I followed suit, my shaky fingers unfasting my belt slowly, but surely. Finnick could see my apprehension and put his hand on mine.
"What's the matter?" His face showed a look of genuine concern as he looked at me.
"Its just t-that...I've never done anything other than kissing..." I trailed off, shame causing me to look in any direction put his.
"You mean...you've never..."
"I've never done anything," I fnished his sentence. "No touching, no grind, nothing." I said with an air of embarrassment. I knew by fact that was as experinced as they come. I was sure he'd be turned off now.
"I can understand if you don't wish to go any further." I said, my eye's downcast.
"No no no. We can go further, just no sex. You're innocent for the moment and I don't want to spoil that. I think it's darling, to be rather honest." He said to me as he used a single finger to tilt my chin up, forcing me to make eye contact. I stared into his lovely, sparkling eyes.
"Okay." I nodded and he took my hand. He lead me to a soft patch of moss and laid me down ever so gently. My breath was unsteady as I watch him move himself above me. He moved his hand down to snake my underwear down my thighs until all that was seperating my from him was the chilly air of the woods. The sound's of the woodland creatures were all around us, singing us a sweet melody.
"Just relax, alright?" He looked at me as his fingers moved down to my most sensitive area. I nodded, still unsure and let my head fall back. His fingers moved beneath my folds and circled my nub, causing me to let out a soft moan, my back arching once again. I moved my head up to watch him work me. My hips moved on their own accord and as his eye's met mine, he smiled, amused by what his hands could do to me. After a short while, his his middle finger entered me, causing a loud moan to errupt from within me.
"You weren't kidding about being inexperienced. You're so tight." He said just above a whisper as his finger worked me, curling upward, making a delicious shiver run through my body.
My face was hot and my skin was glistening from a thin layer of sweat. I never imagined how good this could feel. Slowly, another finger entered me, stretching me yet again. My hips moved forward, meeting his fingers, making him fill me more.
"Oh yes, please don't stop." I encouraged him, moving my hands down my body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.
I began to feel guilty that he pleasuring just me. I moved my hands down to his and squeezed. Slowing his fingers, he looked up at me questioningly.
"I...I want to make you feel good, too." I told him, biting my lip, unsure of what he'd think. He just smiled and nodded, his fingers sliding out of me.
He sat back and moved forward, staring down at his large, engorged length. I'm not exaggerating when I say that he was huge, and I was rather relieved that he hadn't wanted to enter me on this day. I wasn't so sure I could handle it. I moved my hand to his length and began to stroke slowly, looking up at him for approval. His breath hitched in his breath as he watched me, his face contorted into a serious expression. As I began working him faster, I moved my face down and let my tongue slid out and flick against his tip. This caused his head to fall back and his hand to move to my unnraveling simple braid. I moved my tongue to slid up and down his cock, started from the base and working my way to the tip.
"Oh, Katniss...so good..." He moaned out, his eyes rolling back. I took this as a good sign and moved my lips over his tip, moving down until almost his whole length was encased by my hot mouth. He was large, so I was frightened that I might chock. I moved back and looked up at him.
"What is it?" He questioned, sounding rather irratated by the sudden lack of contact.
"It's just...what if I choke?" I questioned, looking away.
I heard him chuckle and he stroked my cheek.
"Just relax your throat. If you feel you're gonna choke, then just slide back up. I won't be mad." He promised as he looked down at me.
I nodded and slid my mouth back over his cock. I'd never done this before and he tasted quite good. The texture was hard, yet soft Like silk encasing steel. He moaned and pulled at my hair.
"Faster, please." He pleaded with me and I did as I was told. I bobbed up and down, up and down, getting my own little rythm set. This wasn't so bad.
"Katniss, I-I'm, I'm about to..." He didn't need to finish his sentence. Although inexperienced, I was old enough to know what was about to happen. With one final thurst, his seed spilled forth into my mouth and a cry of ecstasy errupted from him.
"Oh, fuck!" He cried, his hips jerking and his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. I swallowed down all I could, a few drops spilling from my mouth, trickling down my chin. With his hips slowing, I slowly moved my mouth from him. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing his breath to return to normal. I sat back on my haunch's and waited. Wondering what the final verdict of my performance would be. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me, smiling a crooked smile. He moved forward a wipped a few droplets of his cooling liquid from my chin. I grapped the fingers and licked them clean. Ths caused him to groan and I giggled.
"So..."I waited, fiddling with my thumbs.
"Are you sure that was your first time?" He asked me and I bursted with laughter, making my way into his now opening arms.