Hi guys! Was going to try my hand at lemons... But ended up with this.. I guess you could call it limes... maybe various citrus? But hope you like it! and please review! I need all the advice I can get!
The door slammed behind him as he shoved her against the wall of the apartment. 'WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?' he demanded, she smiled at him sweetly, the look contrasting with the cold icy glare in her eyes. 'It was nothing.. remember? Nothing. You, Cato of all people should know that by now'. She swept past him with aura of indifference surrounding and made a direct beeline straight for her room, she reached for the door knob, opened the door, and then paused and looked back at him and said 'and while you decided to pull the moves on Blondie over by the chariot.. Marvel made me an offer.. and since clearly you aren't interested in me. Maybe I'll take him up on it' and proceeded to enter the room and shut the door behind her.
Cato stood there, replaying her words over and over in his head, yet somehow only managing to pull 'Marvel'. 'Offer'. 'Interested'. With a roar of rage shooting through him like his blood had been momentarily switched to molton lava, he shoved open the door of her room, while silently thanking whatever the fuck was up there, God. Devil. Or Whatever, that Brutus and Enobaria, had decided to go out drinking and mingling or whatever it was that mentors do.
As he stood at the door, Clove turned around and threw one of her many knives at him, missing his ear by mere millimeters, naturally he knew she meant to miss him and not take one of his ears, and sent him a contemptuous glare. Despite the fact she had just thrown a knife at his head and probably had more knives stashed throughout the room. He wondered briefly where the knife had come from as she hadn't had one in her hand since late afternoon, before he noticed exactly what she was wearing. She still wore her high heels from the Tribute parade, but had offset the shoes with sheer stockings that were held up by nothing but a black lace garter, which matched her lace panties and bra perfectly. The sharp edge of a knife concealed in the lacy top of her stockings gleamed at him, making him pay attention the slender legs that had been wrapped around him on more than one occasion, the legs he knew every inch of to the apex between her thighs to the lopsided heart shaped birthmark next to her knee, while the comparison between the silver blade and the supple skin making him temporarily speechless, and ache for the need to touch her, smell her, and ravage her until neither could handle anything more.
He loved it when she brought out the true twisted, sadistic side of her that she kept so carefully hidden, especially when she included her favourite knife in their '..activities', the various scars or 'art' covering his body was evidence of that fact. But as in all other aspects of their life, he demanded equality and in turn her body was mottled with finger sized bruises and scars lovingly traced and cut by him and his own sword. Some lovers leave lipstick prints, others leave notes or flowers. They left the only thing they knew how to give, pain with a side serve of sweet pleasure and in extreme cases revenge.
Pleasure and pain. There was always such a fine line between the two. And he craved it, he wanted her to dip her knife in his flesh and trace the intricate lines of his veins, but in return he wanted to feel her skin under his fingers, the cracking as her bones threatened to snap under his grip.
He wanted to hear her scream. Sure she moaned and gasped, they both did. But for her to scream was once in a blue moon. And to hear her scream. Especially for him as she rode the waves of pain and pleasure that only he could bring her, was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
Because she was his. and no-one else's. No-one could take care of her like he could, and while he was still alive and breathing. No-one else would ever have that chance.
She looked over at him coyly breaking him from his stupor and loosened her hair from the tight coil her stylist had put it in and shook the long raven mane over her shoulders, breaking their locked gaze momentarily and then looked back up at him through the curtain of hair that she had unleashed.
Her tounge flicked out to moisten her lips, giving him a glimpse at the perfect white teeth against the soft pink of her lips, that he knew would turn red and swollen when kissed passionately, it seemed like eternities had passed in those single seconds, but then when she spoke her voice had taken the tone of a sugary purr, the tone making him instantly hard until he heard exactly what was coming out of her mouth.
Clove turned towards the wardrobe against the wall giving him the perfect view of the back of her as she almost glided across the room teasingly swinging her hips in the way she knew he loved, 'So what do you think Marvel would like.? This black set? or maybe, perhaps, even something in white?' Pressing the button on her wardrobe it deposisted a sheer white negligee and matching frilly panties into her hands. He glared at the offending items of fabric, knowing that she would never wear something so sweet and virginal when he knew as a fact the virginal ship had sailed a long time ago. And as for the being sweet... He knew better.
Cato stepped forward into the room over the threshold stormed across the room to where Clove was standing, and proceeded to pull Clove up against him, and growled 'You aren't going to Marvel. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not Ever'. Feeling the heat of Clove's mostly unclothed body against his fully clothed one, and the hearing and feeling the hitch in Clove's breath as he dug his fingers into her waist and spun her around to face him. His hands slid down to her thighs and with a well practiced motion lifted her up so she was almost resting on his pelvis and so their faces were so close together, he could have counted every single freckle on her cheeks.
Clove arched up towards him knowingly and grinded up against him, making him gasp and his hips involuntry thrust against her, as she leaned forward her lips bypassing his, heading towards his cheeks, her lips skimming over them before finally her lips coming to rest next to his ears, before exhaling softly and allowing her lips to gently brush his earlobe until her tounge flicked out and hit the sensitive area before she pulled it into her mouth with uncharacteristic softness, nibbled on it gently and murmured 'then give me three good reasons why I should stay'.
- That's it guys! Another wine drenched story posted at some ungodly hour. I seriously feel like Haymitch needing his booze to function normally. Should I continue? YES? NO? *points to review button* review and Clove might nibble your earlobes while you sleep...? tempting? yes? no?