Give Me Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games
Blaine and Cinna are returning to their quarters in the Nest after having some quality time with their friends. When they got to their room, Cinna kisses Blaine which lead to something more.
Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My my, my my-y oh give me love,
My my, my my-y oh give me love,
My my, my my-y oh give me love
Chapter 2: We've got tonight
From "Ashes from Fire" chapter 12: Personal whiskey
I rest my head against Cinna shoulder humming happily to myself. All giddy and warm on the inside from the whiskey, though my judgment and focus battle between pass out or doing something stupid. When we got to our room, Cinna stopped once inside. Before I could ask what's wrong, his lips smashed into mine slightly pinning me to the door. I gasped, an opportunity he took sliding his tongue in tangling ours together tasting one another. My leg wrapped around his waist while my hands wrapped around his neck as he slides his hand up my thigh and his other hand over my head holding balance.
He pulled back leaving me panting surprised, "Sorry, I couldn't resist."
"Am I complaining?" I asked.
"Apparently not," he smirked, leaning back down for another kiss.
His fingers finds the zipper to my jacket and pulls it down till to expose the tank top. Letting go of his neck, I shed the jacket off. I shudder, feeling his hand slide down my arms, ending at my hips, giving a gentle squeezing while kissing down my neck. A moaned escaped in pure pleasure, how I forgotten what this was like. Every kiss he made brought out a hunger deep within. Looking in each other eyes, acknowledging what we so desire and set our destination to the bed.
I removed my tank top as Cinna removed his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me while his hands slide under the gym bra pushing up until it was gone, exposing my chest to him. I shivered feeling Cinna traced his hand over my breast, running his thumb over my nipple. We broke the kiss, Cinna paying attention to my neck, slowly traveling down to my collar bone. I moaned again feeling overwhelmed wanting more.
"So beautiful," he said, his voice husky as his cupped my right breast. "I want to try something."
I nodded, unsure what he was planning. He kissed me passionately and pressed me into the bed. As we kissed he tug on my pants, wrapping his fingers around the elastic band, then swiftly pulled them down along with my underwear. Before I could sit up to return the favor, he pushed me down again with a hard kiss. When he pulled back, there was a mischief look in his eyes as he kissed down my body and positions his head between my legs. All thoughts went out the window, debating if this was a good idea, hell I never done this before. However, before I could say a word, he kissed my mound. I gasped griping the sheets bellow, tormented by Cinna open mouth kisses to my nether region. Cinna hands held my hips in place as he continues his ministration, sliding his tongue inside me. I cried in pure pleasure arching my back, feeling the forgotten coil tightening deep within. Yet it only got better when he replace his tongue with two fingers and sucked on the bundle of nerves. The sensation was astounding, that I was practically moaning his name for release. Suddenly he hit something causing me to climax.
Everything was blinded in a bright light feeling my body shaken in ecstasy of the mind blowing organism. Cinna smirked sucking the essence of his demonstration before crawling back up and kissing me again. The taste of me on his lips brought me back to reality, yet it aroused me at the same time. With one final kiss, he pulled back removing the last articles of clothing off him. I smiled crawling backwards watching him undress keeping focus on his eyes. Those green eyes illuminating the dim lighting; full with desire, lust, passion, and love.
A caring smile graced his lips as he got on the bed, grabbing my leg and pulling us closer for another kiss. We fought for dominance, I straddle his lap grinding our hips together feeling his desire pressed against me. With a nod, he thrust into me penetrating deep that I gasped accommodating to him. Cinna kissed my neck, lathering heavy kisses, murmuring sweet nothing in my ears saying it'll take a moment. Once it felt comfortable, I rocked my hips against his. He groaned pulling out then thrust back in with long deep strokes, hitting areas that I saw stars moaning his name. All of my senses were consumed in Cinna embrace, feeling his muscles contrast, smelling his cologne, hearing his pleasure, and tasting his skin.
"Cinna!" I cried feeling so close.
Cinna brings a hand down between us and rubs my clit. I whimpered into his neck, holding onto him for dear life as he thrust faster and strokes harder until I screamed in pure pleasure, blinded in a bright like while my walls clamped around him. In my haze, Cinna rolls me onto my back arms pinned overhead chasing his own release. When my organism about to fade away another one crashes over me. It wasn't long before he stiffens in his release and collapsed on top of me.
The room was engrossed in silences echoing the panting of our heavy breathing. Unconsciously I combed my finger through his brown curls. None of us moved or made any comments of moving, just lying here in each other arms feeling each other heartbeat.
"Wow," I breathed out finally having a voice.
Cinna leaned up with a smug look, "Wow yourself."
I chuckled pulling him up for a kiss never getting tired of his lips. Cinna responded back cradling my cheek before we went for another round. Only he can ignite the burning passion deep within, and I want nobody but him to have me. I love everything about him from inside and out. If only I have the courage to say it.
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"Playing with fire, you will get burned." I said, lying on my stomach next to Cinna with a blanket over my bare skin.
Cinna laid on his back an arm under his head while he looks up holding a lighter. How the small flame consumed the air growing brighter in fiery range, in the allusion of temptation. Music from the radio playing alternative/independent music listening to forgotten musician. A few candles lit on the bedside tables while the visual panel set on starry night. He smirked slightly rolling his head to face me.
"If you know how to control it," He murmured, putting the lighter away and rolled to his side. "However it can't be contained."
"Pyromaniac." I muttered.
"Do you have something against fire?" he asked.
"No," I scoffed. He raised a brow tracing a hand down my spine. I shuddered before sighing, "To me, I find fire the element of destruction, how it burns leaving nothing behind with a second glance. The only thing that remains are the ashes…that gets the blame….Then again, I lived most of my life in the cold."
"True," he breathed before pulling me into his arms. "But fire can also represent power, life, creativity, and passion."
"Why are you such 'the glass is half full?" I asked resting soundly in his arms.
"That's who I am," He replied.
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