AN: Okay... so this one shot get a bit steamy... a little bit citrusy... a little sexy. ;D Nothing too graphic or explicit... gotta think about the kids. Sexual innuendos aplenty so YE BE WARNED!


DREAM SEQUENCE: a technique used in storytelling to set apart a brief interlude from the main story. The interlude may consist of a flashback, a flash-forward, a fantasy, a vision, a dream, or some other element.

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Piercing gray eyes paralyze me.

His fingertips graze the sides of my arm.

His breath, hot and needy, against my cheeks.

His body press against the full length of mine.

Skin on skin.

He whispers into my ear the devastating things he wants to do to me

and I shiver in anticipation.

A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as his lips descend upon mine.

His hungry kisses devour my sighs as I try to fight down the urge to flee.

His kisses tasted like the pomegranate of Hades' kingdom.

And I,

Persephone,

too weak to not partake in the feast of lips.


Madge gasped awake and couldn't run into the shower fast enough. She turned on the water at full blast and stood there, fully clothed, under the onslaught of cold water until her skin stop humming.


He usually dreamt of Katniss. Her braid swishing back and forth as they run in an open field, trees lining the sides of a forest and purple mountains in the distance. Two small children with Seam colored skin and dark hair would be playing in the creek, catching frogs. The sunlight would normally hit their skin just so and the water droplets would look like diamonds.

Peace.

But not tonight. Tonight he dreamt of her. Long, blonde hair tousled in the wind. Skin the color of fresh milk. Her sky blue eyes shine bright... against the backdrop of fire and bedlum. Burning buildings and crumbling walls littered the debris ridden streets. The smell of soot, metal, charred flesh, and something sweet stung his nose.

And he stood there, his hands heavy with weapons (one held a long sword and the other two grenades). Blood stained the blade but he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. Instead, he felt his chest fill with pride.

The faint scent of fresh strawberries cut through the air, calling to him. Perched at the top of a tall tower, that over looked the carnage, was her beautiful smile. She was radiant. She was the sun that burned bright against the fire and destruction that raged around him.

War is upon him and she was his patron goddess: Chaos.


Gale's eyes flew open, his heart thumped loudly against his chest. He blinked once, then twice. The moon greeted him but all was silent, save for himself and the wild pounding of his heart.