By request, Katniss x Rue, I am going to pretend that Rue is the same age as Katniss here. For my own sanity. ;P

The Hunger Games Trilogy – The Hunger Games – Part 2– Page 201 insert

– From the book – I did not write this section –

This is from the novel to remind readers what is going on

"Where do you sleep?" I ask her. "In the trees?" She nods. "In just your jacket?"

Rue holds up her extra pair of socks. "I have these for my hands."

I think of how cold the nights have been. "You can share my sleeping bag if you want. Well both easily fit." Her face lights up. I can tell this is more than she dared hope for. We pick a fork high in a tree and settle in for the night just as the anthem begins to play. There were no deaths today. "Rue, I only woke up today. How many nights did I miss?" The anthem should block out our words, but still I whisper. I even take the precaution of covering my lips with my hand. I don't want the audience to know what I'm planning to tell her about Peeta.

Taking a cue from me, she does the same. "Two," she says. "The girls from Districts One and Four are dead. There's ten of us left."

"Something strange happened. At least, I think it did. It might have been the tracker jacker venom making me imagine things," I say. "You know the boy from my district? Peeta? I think he saved my life. But he was with the Careers."

"He's not with them now," she says. "I've spied on their base camp by the lake. They made it back before they collapsed from the stingers. But he's not there. Maybe he did save you and had to run."

I don't answer. If, in fact, Peeta did save me, I'm in his debt again. And this can't be paid back. "If he did, it was all probably just part of his act. You know, to make people think he's in love with me."

"Oh," says Rue thoughtfully. "I didn't think that was an act."

"Course it is," I say. "He worked it out with our mentor." The anthem ends and the sky goes dark. "Let's try out these glasses." I pull out the glasses and slip them on. Rue wasn't kidding. I can see everything from the leaves on the trees to a skunk strolling through the bushes a good fifty feet away. I could kill it from here if I had a mind to. I could kill anyone. "I wonder who else got a pair of these," I say.

"The Careers have two pairs. But they've got everything down by the lake," Rue says. "And they're so strong."

"We're strong, too," I say. "Just in a different way."

"You are. You can shoot," she says. "What can I do?"

"You can feed yourself. Can they?" I ask.

"They don't need to. They have all those supplies," Rue says.

"Say they didn't. Say the supplies were gone. How long would they last?" I say. "I mean, it's the Hunger Games, right?"

"But, Katniss, they're not hungry," says Rue.

"No, they're not. That's the problem, I agree. And for the first time, I have a plan. A plan that isn't motivated by the need for flight and evasion. An offensive plan. I think we're going to have to fix that, Rue."

Insert this… (This is the part I wrote)

Rue curled up closer to me in the sleeping bag. This would have been the first night since arriving at the arena that she would have had warmth. I wrapped my arms protectively around her. We were so close together in that little sleeping bag, hanging high up in the air. It was nice. I felt comfortable, all bit it squished. Rue was starting to nod off; she brought her hands around my back and cuddled closer.

It was strange, I though she reminded me of Prim but now she reminded me of someone else. Gale. I am not sure what it was, it didn't make much sense. Maybe it was her warmth against my skin; it was the first real contact I had, had since the games had started.

Without thinking I nuzzled into Rue's hair, breathing her in. She smelt like the forest that I loved. It smelt like Gale's hair. She returned the gesture and nuzzled in against my chest, she touched my breasts when she did so. I surprised myself with a light moan. She seemed to notice too and looked up at me curiously. "Did that feel good?" she asked tentatively. I could only nod, my words lost to me. She took her hand and gently rubbed my breast again, I moan openly this time.

I am not sure why but I had begun to rub her back, scratching lightly with my blunt nails. Goose bumps began to develop on her arms and she shivered. "Is this ok Rue?"

"Mmhmm," she smiled at me and one of her hands trailed down to the hem of my shirt sneaking underneath it. Her fingers danced over my stomach and up to my chest, she rubbed one of my nipples with her thumb and I gasped. "Have you done this before?"

I shook my head; all I could think was 'done what? Been touch by another girl?' I wanted this, I needed contact. Before the games, since my father died I had hated physical contact but now it was most likely near the end of my life. I wanted Rue to touch me.

My hands found their way under her jacket and shirt; I pulled them off and shoved them into the bottom of the sleeping bag. She did the same with mine; I pulled her slight figure against mine. Her breasts were still small although mine weren't much bigger. We took turns touching each other's breasts. Finding out what the other liked. She moaned a bit too loudly when I licked her nipples and I silenced her with a kiss.

The kiss was so soft, softer than I imagined. Her lips against mine, the gentle hum when she moaned into my mouth. I licked her bottom lip and she opened her mouth slightly, allowing my tongue to enter and find hers. They danced together. Rue nipped at my bottom lip and dragged her nails across my hip; I couldn't help but gasp and open my mouth wider for her.

My breathing was becoming ragged and I could feel wetness building in between my legs. I grinded against the form in my arms and she moaned. I pulled her hair gently and brought my lips to her neck, kissing my way along it, down to her shoulder. Rue pulled me closer and let one of her hands slip underneath my belt to caress my hips and the top of my mound.

I nipped the junction between her neck and shoulder and caused her to grind against me, I was happy that what I was doing was working for her. Neither of us had much bed experience but it was natural to us, being with another girl that is. Where I liked to be touched, she did. What made me moan, made her. It was wonderful.

She was so soft under me and when she looked up at me with her big eyes, I melted. "Katniss?" She breathed, "Touch me."

It was too much! Her eyes, her breathy voice, the feel of her body against me; I pulled her closer and pushed her pants down to her knees as she did with mine. We grinded against one another, feeling the wetness spread between us. My hands roaming her body and hers gripping my hips, guiding my thrusts against her.

After a few minutes I pulled back and touched her nether region. Just above her opening where I liked to touch myself sometimes. She gasped and pressed her breasts against mine. I rubbed in small circles for a few moments while tracing the muscles on her back with my other hand. Rue closed her eyes and kissed me, her hands scratching at my back, making me want more. I carefully brought a finger down and slipped it inside her. She moaned so loudly that anyone nearby would have heard. "Rue, you need to be quiet, they might find us if you don't!"

She nodded into my shoulder and bit down on it to silence herself. I gasped at the unexpected action but was happy for it, it felt so good. I licked her earlobe and inserted another finger into her, slowly pumping them in and out of her now dripping womanhood. The little moans were stifled against my shoulder but I could hear them and it only served to make me move faster.

After another minute or so Rue began to touch me as I did her. Her tiny digits pounding in and out of me, I could hardly contain my own sounds at this point. I could feel her getting tighter around my fingers and I was tighter around hers. It wouldn't be long before I wouldn't be able to take it anymore.

She came first, squealing into my shoulder. Thankfully she didn't stop her motion even as I slowed, riding out her orgasm. I didn't last much longer and held her tightly when she hit my g spot. It was a rough finished, moaning into Rue's hair.

We lay together panting, a light sheen of sweat covering our bodies. Curled up together in my tiny sleeping bag we fell asleep in each other's arms.