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Clove woke up close to noon the day before the reaping, a small frown on her face as she tried to remember why she had such a sense of foreboding, her eyes lighting up with remembrance before dimming, Cato was volunteering the next day, he would be thrown in an arena with 23 other people and only one would come back alive. She couldn't bear it if he didn't come back, if he left her forever and she had to watch it all happen on a big screen. Since they had gotten together Cato had been dotting on her more than ever, always making sure she was happy and unharmed, being extra attentive and taking her on dates every night, she wanted to make tonight special since it might be their last one together. Everyone in the district had the day off to say goodbye to their love ones and celebrate what may very well be their last day with their family. Clove quickly hoped out of bed and walked down the her living room, spreading out her mat and beginning her daily yoga, making sure to stretch each muscle in her body, allowing the soothing motions to calm down her racing nerves.
After her exercise she ran into the bathroom, taking the time to stand under the hot spray as it beat down on her shoulders, washing away the last reservations she held for her plan. She finished her shower and towelled down, donning a mid-thigh length black ruffled skirt, a silver halter neck shirt and a pair of silver ballet flats. After a brunch of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon she hurried out the door pulling a small shoulder bag over her head to rest against her hip, the various notes and coins she had in there jingling madly. She made her way through the district, moving quickly past the usual market street and into the more adult side of town.
She avoided eye contact with the few shopkeepers she passed before finding the store she wanted and entering it quickly, letting the door clang shut behind her, the bells over the doorway signalling her arrival as a slender woman waltzed into the room, "Hello dearie what can I help you with?" she asked softly, instantly making Clove feel at ease though it didn't make what she was going to say any easier. "Um… I need… that is to say… I'm looking for. Okay my boyfriend is volunteering tomorrow and I want to make tonight special, can you help me?" she questioned, slightly nervous, "Oh you're looking for that kind of thing. Don't worry dearie I think I have the perfect one in stock, come with me," she said, grabbing Clove's hand and pulling her into the back room.
Clove emerged 45 minutes later, a parcel shoved under her arm and a smile on her face, she legged it out of the area and made it back home in record time, putting the parcel in the back of her closet and flinging the bag onto her bedside table. By that time it was quarter past four and she changed out of her clothes into a short strapless mini dress that hugged her curves and was made of a deep crimson fabric that slid tantalisingly across her skin. She pulled her hair into a tight French braid and tugged on a pair of tall black heels, she dashed downstairs just as the doorbell rang and tugged it open, a small smirk blossoming on her lips as she caught sight of Cato's wide eyes and open mouth,
She took the chance to check him out, he was dressed in a simple red button down dress top, a classy suit jacket, black slacks and black dress shoes, his blonde hair was naturally windswept and a designer watch was wrapped around his wrist. "Like what you see big boy?" Clove asked, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes snapped back up to her face, "You know I do," he breathed, picking her up and twirling her around before setting her back down and pressing his lips to hers, "Good," she replied, turning around to close her door before turning back and linking her arm through the crooks of Cato's elbow allowing him to tug her through the streets till they stopped outside a fancy restaurant.
He smiled down at her and pulled her inside, quickly checking their booking with the waiter who then led them to their table on a private balcony, the whole of the district spread out before them. The waiter's eyes lingered on Clove's backside, emphasised by the short dress as she leant against the railing of the balcony and Cato glared at him, his eyes threatening pain as the waiter backed off and hurried back inside. "Its beautiful Cato," Clove gasped, kissing him sweetly on the lips and taking her place across from him at the table, watching as the blonde smiled happily and sat down, flagging over a waiter, "What can I get you good Sir, Madam?" he inquired politely, "Two red wines please," Cato requested, handing over the drinks menu with a polite smile, "Of course," the waiter bowed and went back through the door, disappearing from the teens sight.
"I'm going to miss you," Clove whispered, reaching for his hand across the table, "I'll come back to you, I promise little one," Cato smiled and joined their hands, rubbing soothing circles across her palm with his thumb, "Doesn't mean I'm not going to miss you," she grinned back and relaxed slightly, jumping when the waiter appeared, placed two glasses on the table then disappeared back through the door. They both took a sip then set their glasses down, "How about we talk about something happier," Clove suggested and Cato agreed eagerly, both reminiscing about when they were younger, when their parents first found out about their friendship and tried to stop it only to be vehemently refused by the two stubborn children.
A second waiter came back and they stopped their conversation to order then once again when their food came. They ate quickly, their feet playing footsies under the table. Once they had finished their dinner Cato flagged down the waiter and paid for their meal despite Clove's protests to allow her to pay her share of the bill. Clove smiled politely on the way out at the waiter who showed them to their table while Cato sneered and wrapped a possessive arm around Clove's shoulders, bending down to plant a kiss on the crown of her head. She smiled up at him as they exited the restaurant, winding her arm around his waist and burying her head in his side.
Cato ran his hand up and down her arm, finding goose bumps as he ran his palm up and down, he detached himself from he and ignoring her questioning look shrugged of his jacket, draping it over her shoulder so her petite frame was swamped in the soft fabric, "Thanks," Clove said, grinning happily and tugging the jacket tighter around her shoulders, warding off the cold night air. "You're welcome little one," Cato responded, placing his arm back around her shoulders as they walked leisurely through the districts streets, nodding respectfully towards the peace keepers they passed who nodded sharply back before continuing their patrolling duties.
They made it back to her house a few minutes later and Cato held the door open for her, reminding her of the day it all started, she ruffled his hair as he passed and instead of yelling he lunged for her, pining her beneath him on the floor and tickling her mercilessly, "Okay, okay I give, please Cato, mercy! Mercy!" she shrieked, her voice coming out in a breathless yell as she tried to wriggle away from his fingers, he grinned and stopped tickling her, leaning down to press soft kisses to her collarbone and neck, receiving a low hiss of appreciation, he pulled back and smiled wickedly, standing up and tugging her easily to her feet, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. "I'm going to get my pyjamas from the spare room; I'll be down in a sec then we can watch a movie," Cato said, kissing her temple then jogging upstairs, Clove heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing before a rustle of fabric sounded.
She kicked off her shoes and tugged her hair out of its plait, dropping her clutch bag onto the small table by the door and shrugging the jacket off her shoulders, laying it on the chair. Cato came downstairs seconds later in only a pair of grey sweatpants, his top and shoes having been discarded in the upstairs room, Clove licked her lips as she caught sight of his muscled chest and arms, Cato smirked having caught her action from the corner of his eye and turned away, moving towards the couch and flipping through her DVDs. "What do you want to watch?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at her from where he was crouched on the ground, "Uh I don't really mind, you choose. I'm just going to go get dressed in something more comfortable." She responded, breezing out of the room and up the stairs.
The closer she got to her bedroom the heavier her breathing became; she entered her room and leant against the door, taking deep breaths as she pressed a palm to her racing heart. "Okay Clove this is Cato, the boy you've been in love with for years. You can do this, he's going to volunteer tomorrow and then you may never see him again so at least do this," she coached herself, smiling as she finally calmed down, moving swiftly over to her closet she pulled out the parcel she had placed in there earlier, unwrapping it quickly. She pulled out the clothing inside and stepped out of her red dress, throwing it into a nearby clothes hamper; placing both feet through the dress she slowly slid the silken fabric up the length of her body until the small straps rested on her shoulders.
Turning to the mirror Clove looked cautiously up and nearly gasped in surprise, the small blue baby doll she had bought fit her perfectly, the sheer cups of the dress had tiny roses dotting them and hugged her chest, the dress was see through down her chest and stomach until it reach the middle of her thighs, small lace roses bordered the hem. A tiny pair of lace boy shorts covered her most private regions from sight and she grinned as she recognised the shade of the outfit fit the exact blue of Cato's eyes. Clove pulled a brush through her hair so it hung to above her hips in a shiny curtain and turned off the main light, placing candles all over the room so it was lit by a soft golden glow and the heady scent of vanilla and cinnamon hung in the air. She checked her reflection in the mirror one last time and took a deep breath before moving towards the door.
"Cato, babe, can you come up here for a second? I have a surprise for you," she called, hearing him yell a quick affirmative before she heard his footsteps climbing the stairs. She smirked and moved against the door frame, one arm pushed up so she was leant against it and the other tucked behind her, she saw a flash of blonde hair from around the corner before he emerged only to stop dead at the sight of her. "Come closer big boy, I won't bite… hard," Clove whispered, biting her lower lip and looking up at him through her lashes, crooking the pointer finger of her free hand in a come hither motion. Cato stilled for only a second before he hesitantly moved forward, drawing up right in front of Clove staring down at her with lust darkened eyes, "Do you like your surprise," Clove breathed, pushing off the doorframe and placing a hand on his chest, as she gazed up at him.
"I love it," he whispered, ducking his head down to kiss her passionately, his left arm wrapping around her waist as his right hand crept up and buried itself in her chocolate locks. "Are you sure?" he whispered when he pulled away, winding several locks of hair around his fingers and he looked down at her uncertainly, "I love you so much Cato King and if you go tomorrow then there is no way of knowing if you're coming back. I want this Cato; I want you to be my first and hopefully my only. I want you to make love to me Cato" she finished, standing up to press a kiss to his lips. He nodded and she grabbed his hand, pulling him into the room and towards the bed, letting him push her down onto the bed as he fastened his lips onto hers, only stopping to tug the silk baby doll over her head leaving her in only a pair of lace boy shorts. From this point on both were sure that there would be no returning.
***** WARNING LEMON STARTS HERE *****
***** ALSO THIS PART IS NOT ABSOLOUTELY ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY - IT CAN BE REA WITHOUT IT - IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ IT THEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO *****
"Beautiful," he mumbled, kneeling over her and fastening his lips to hers, bringing his hands up to her breasts and running the pads of his fingers over her nipples earning a soft hiss from her as her back arched to press her chest into his hands. He stood and knelt by her feet slowly tugging the boy shorts down her soft legs, throwing them across the room when they were free of her feet. Cato smiled and moved back up her body, kissing her sweetly on the lips as his fingers ran down her stomach and slid between her legs, his fingers pressing softly against her clit before running down her folds, he detached his lips from hers, slowly moving down her body, he pressed light kisses to her neck and collarbone; stopping at her breasts. Her nipples were swollen with anticipation and she hissed as he took a rosy bud into his mouth, licking and biting at the tender flesh while he ran his fingers lightly up and down the inside of her thighs, making a shiver of anticipation run down Clove's spine.
Cato smirked and let go of her nipples, he smiled against her skin and his lips crept down her body, soft kisses were pressed to her stomach and thighs before he stopped, his hands placed on her inner thighs, and pushed her legs open. Spreading her wide open he moved closer sticking out his tongue and swiping it gently up her folds, flicking the nub at the top with his tongue, repeating the process back and forth a few times as he tasted her juices before his tongue plunged into her silky depths, drawing a strangled moan from the back of her throat as she wound her fingers through his hair, "Fuck Cato… so good… don't stop," she panted, her hips moving against her will.
He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two fingers, gently moving them in and out as his tongue flicked against her clit, gently toying with the small pleasure nub. He added another finger and his pace picked up, Clove groaning almost continuously as a fire began to build in her lower belly, sending pleasurable shocks throughout her body. Cato's strokes became faster and he curled his fingers, pressing the special spot inside her, "Uh… so close Cato… please," she moaned, his tongue flickered faster across her clit as her hips jerked wildly, her thighs tensing and her stomach muscles contracting as wave after wave of pleasure washed down on her. Clove slowly became aware of her surrounding as the bright lights faded from her vision; she sat up slowly to see Cato sitting on the edge of the bed.
She smirked slyly and slid off the bed, turning in mid descent so she was seated between his legs, her fingers crept up the length of his sweatpants covered thigh before they reached the waistband, she toyed with it making Cato growl before she ripped it down, tugging the pants past his ankles and tossing them aside, not caring where they landed. Her eyes drank in the sight of him and she grinned, trailing her nails up the inside of his thigh, gently stalking her fingers up to his waiting member. Her small fingers wrapped around the base and she began slowly pumping, her nails gently scratching at his inners thighs. She began moving her hand faster as her head moved forward, her tongue darting out to lick a line from the base of his hard cock to the head, swirling her tongue around the tip then repeating the process.
Her hand movements picked up and she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, slowly bobbing her head as she sucked lightly, with each movement her head moved further and further down his cock until the entire thing was encased in her mouth and he was pretty sure her throat, her hands had moved around the lightly fondle his balls. "Fuck! How are you doing that?" he gasped, his head tipping back as his hands moved behind him to support his weight. She dragged her mouth up the length of his member agonisingly slow until it was gone from the heat completely, "I have no gag reflex," she smiled before wrapping her lips around his cock and moving back down repeating the motion several times before she began flicking her tongue in a steady rhythm as her head moved up and down, her fingers gently massaging his balls in time.
Cato hissed and clenched his eyes shut, screwing up his face in a pleasured look as the brown haired vixen continued her ministrations. She pulled back her head all the way back with a quiet pop and then sucked lightly on the tip, flicking her tongue several times before she took him back into her mouth and swallowed his length, bobbing her head back and forth, increasing the tempo as she sucked faster and harder, reflexively swallowing on each downward thrust so her throat massaged his swollen member. "Fuck Clove baby… I'm so close… pull back I'm going to cum," he warned, his hips moving in time with her rhythm, she shook her head as best she could manage and pulled his cock further into her mouth, sucking lightly before continuing her rhythm. Cato's body shook as stars appeared beneath his closed lids, his head tipped back and his mouth opened in pleasure so intense it bordered on painful.
Several spurts of cum escaped his cock and Clove jammed her mouth down so her lips rested against the base, swallowing the white seed. She pulled back and grinned, moving slowly up his body, "Like that did you big boy?" she smirked, trailing her nails up his chest. Cato growled, grabbing her wrists and twisting their bodies so he was pressed against her, his erect member pressed against her inner thigh, looking down into bottomless pits of emerald green, "Are you sure about this baby, once I do this there is no taking it back," he warned, hoping she didn't stop them there but wanting her to know the consequences. He knew she was pure, untouched and he felt like a total scumbag that he couldn't say the same but he justified that by thinking that if he didn't know what he was doing he could hurt her. "Cato you are the love of my life, the other half of my soul, I want you more than words can say, and I want this," she added, gazing up at him with sincerity pouring out of her.
Cato stared down at her, seeing nothing but love and devotion, not even the slightest hint of hesitation; he nodded and kissed her fiercely, lining up his erect member with her dripping core, "Ready," he whispered and she nodded, tugging him down to kiss him as he slowly eased in, "Not like that Cato, all at once… please, it'll hurt less," she gasped, tipping back her neck as he sucked lightly on her neck, leaving behind a red mark. He nodded and snapped his hips forward, breaking through her barrier in a single thrust, "Fuck," Clove hissed, screwing up her face as several tears escaped her eyes, Cato leant down and kissed them away, running his fingers gently up and down her thighs as he attempted to comfort her, "It doesn't hurt as much anymore, move Cato," she groaned and he kissed her again, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth as he was enveloped in her silky heat, "Uh… Cato… more," Clove hissed from between clenched teeth, her legs moving up to wrap around his waist, allowing him a deeper angle. Cato smiled and took control of the situation, moving his hips faster and faster until he was pistoning in and out, grunting with the effort as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Clove was moaning deeply, the sound vibrating through her body as her body was ravaged by the blonde, her nails raked along his back as his thick cock rammed into her, setting her body alight with pleasure. Her silken walls clenched as her body trembled, spots of light dotted her vision and she opened her mouth to scream only for it to get stuck in her throat. She came with a gasp, her whole body shaking as she attempted to contain the pleasure that sparked through her body. Cato moaned as he felt her walls contract around his member, milking it as her body shuddered. He let out a low hoarse grunt and shot his load, slowing down as he dropped his head to rest on her chest. "You are so beautiful," Cato whispered, brushing back a strand of hair that had stuck to her face.
"We're not done yet big boy," she winked and wound her legs back around his waist, flipping them over so she was sitting on top of him with his member still inside her and his back was against the headboard. She began slowly rocking back and forth, rotating her hips as she felt his cock hardening inside her, once it was fully at attention she placed her hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage as she bounced up and down slowly, pulling his entire length nearly all the way out before dropping back down, making sure to tease him slowly, "Little minx," he hissed, gripping her hips and pushing her up then pulling her back down, using his brute strength to set the pace, her moans became louder and more frequent as she felt every inch of his hard member fill her up only to be pulled back out again and again, her body was being set alight with pleasure and it showed as her frame trembled. Her head dropped forward to rest against his shoulder as he fastened the pace, her teeth finding purchase against his collar bone.
Her body shook as she rode out her orgasm, her teeth attached to his shoulder as she muffled her screams; he followed soon after, shooting inside her before pulling out, tugging her down so she was laid beside him, her head tucked under his chin, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her against him as their legs wound together. "I love you so much little one, I will come back to you," he promised, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. "You better Cato or I'll march all the way to the capitol and demand they bring you back just so I can kill you all over again," she sighed sleepily, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck as she inhaled his musky scent. "When I go little one, I won't be fighting for them or the games or event he glory, I'll be fighting for you," he whispered against her head, tugging her closer as they both drifted into the comforting darkness of sleep.
