Author's Note: This is the prologue to my Hunger Games fanfic centered around Seneca Crane. After seeing Wes Bently's portrayal in the movie, I simply fell in love. And so did the female character of this story. Let me say that...you know this character, she is not an OC. But you'll have to read this to find out who she is. ;)
The title may change.
I do not own the Hunger Games. Don't sue me.
Thank you, and enjoy!
Prologue
"Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above; And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless my senses with the sight of her I love."
~ Horace Smith
She brushed her brown locks while sitting in front of her vanity mirror. Her face held a vacant expression as she let her mind wander. The girl's chocolate brown eyes glimmered in the faint light of her bedroom.
She looked to her right and stared at the bouquet of poppies he had sent three days ago. Some were already beginning to wilt, but they were mostly all still beautifully bloomed. She stood and stroked the soft red petal of one.
She closed her eyes and sighed, wishing she didn't have to sleep alone, something she'd been doing a lot lately. He was away on business, and had been for two months, preparing for the next games – scouting for a location, planning obstacles and such.
The girl wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the silk of her robe. She craved his touch more than anything. They're Capitol penthouse was large and quite empty without him. She loathed the Capitol...not making things easier. She'd only moved there for him; she seldom strayed from the house when he wasn't around.
"Just another week or so..." she murmured to herself, running her hands over the beautiful flowers.
She sighed and slipped her robe from her shoulders, placing it on the back of her vanity chair. She wore a thin beige camisole that hugged her bra-less chest and a pair of boy-shorts.
She was just sliding into the large, luxurious bed she and her lover shared when she heard a strange noise. Automatically alerted, she jumped to her feet and silently made her way to the front room. She watched the door handle jiggle, "Who the hell..." she hid behind a pillar in the front room, unsure of what was going on. She wanted to run and grab one of her weapons but before she could, the door opened.
Her breath caught in a choked gasp as a handsome man with styled black hair, and a styled beard to match, stood in the front room, holding a handful of red, blue, and yellow poppies, "Seneca..."
The girl ran into his arms and kissed him passionately which he returned just as fervently. The man, Seneca, dropped the poppies he was holding and buried his hands in the girl's brown hair. When they broke away, his hands didn't leave her hair, he held her forehead to his as they breathed heavy.
"I thought you wouldn't be home for another week..." she wondered aloud, looking into his piercing blue eyes.
"I wasn't, but I finished early...and wanted to surprise you," he smiled and she took a finger and traced his intricate beard.
"Thank you..." she whispered.
Seneca didn't respond with words, he kissed his love and backed her against the pillar she had previously been hiding behind. His right hand roamed her bare legs and gripped the back of her thigh while his left stayed attached to her hair. His body pressed against her and she could feel the pressure from the bulge in his pants on her leg. She moaned, enticing him further. He kissed down her collar bone making her gasp in pleasure.
At this, Seneca lifted her, both of his hands under her thighs, and carried her into their room where he dropped her, without warning, on the bed and chuckled. She laughed as well and grabbed his shirt to pull him down on top of her, which he was already beginning to unbutton.
With his shirt on the floor he pulled her shirt over her head and stared at her. He hadn't seen her naked in months and wanted to revel in the moment. She laid back on the bed, her hair cascading on the white down comforter, as he slowly slide the boy-shorts from her body, discarding them on the floor. Seneca ran a hand slowly from her neck to her waist where he bent down and kissed the skin between her hip bones. She moaned and bucked her hips gently.
He continued to kiss and nip at her skin, teasing her slightly, but mostly teasing himself. Seneca moved his lips up her stomach, across her chest, until he reached her ear which he nibbled on gently. Her body responded to his every touch. She began to rip his belt and pants off.
Seneca laughed at her enthusiasm and once his pants were off, she dove a hand into his boxer briefs and he immediately closed his eyes and sighed at her warm touch. Not even a minute could pass by before Seneca thought he was going to lose control, he kissed her passionately before positioning himself for the main event...
Nothing could be heard but the sounds of moaning, gasping, growling, groaning, and eventually screaming. And of course, the bed hitting the wall.
Afterwards, Seneca collapsed on top her her and rolled of onto his back. The two lay next to each other, panting, for a couple of minutes. The girl rolled her head to the side to see Seneca staring at her, she smiled. Seneca propped himself up on his elbow and reached for her left hand, he twirled her slender fingers in his. He frowned then, "Why don't you wear your ring?"
"Well I thought we were trying to keep it quiet?" She responded, with a frown of her own.
"Well yes but...I don't know, I just want everyone to know they need to keep their hands off," He gave a small smile and looked at the wall.
She sat up and grabbed his chin, making him look her in the eye, "I am yours Seneca. A ring doesn't prove that."
"But what about the wedding? I mean...you do want to get married, don't you? If nobody sees the ring – if nobody knows we're engaged – how do you think they're going to react when we're suddenly married? And you suddenly have the last name Crane?"
She chuckled and placed the palm of her hand on his cheek, "Of course I want to marry you Seneca...but who ever said I would be taking your name?" She smirked at him, as she had only been joking.
He looked at her incredulously, "You're not taking my name?"
She smiled, and he knew then that she was only joking, "Well maybe I'll just have to hyphen it."
Seneca laughed, "Well that'll be quite a mouthful...Johanna Poppy Mason-Crane."
[And may the odds be ever in your favor]
End note: Well how about that for a first chapter? How'd you guys like it? The next couple chapters may take some time, as I'm going to write most of them before posting any, but I wanted to gauge the reaction of the idea. So...what'd you guys think? Reviews would be lovely. And I understand that Johanna seems a little sweet in this, more so than her actual character in the book, however keep in mind that she is only seen around Seneca – her fiancee – in this chapter. I promise, Johanna won't be too much out of character. I will do my best to stay true to the books. Thanks for reading!
- Gianna
