Oh my God! I'm was so excited when I wrote this. :)) We just had watched the Hunger Games movie onthe last full show last night. And it was awesome! Guys, it's a must see movie! Well, though it didn't met my expectations and imaginations while I was reading the novel a few months back, but we all know books are always better than movies so it's a given fact. But it was still awesome, I swear! So anyway, here it is, the second chapter. Reviews, please ^^ I'm really nervous because this is my first time to write a fanfic :D
Chapter 2
"Oh yes.." The girl, Marissa – whom I met on the school, said while caressing my back. I kissed her, deeper and more possessive.
"Gale.. Gale.. How about—" I cut her off with a kiss, hearing a soft moan. I don't want to think of the unrequited thing right now. I kissed her desperately, imagining the lips were Katniss'. I put my right hand on her upper body, touching her breast just above the clothing material. I found my other free hand on.. Where? Oh, man, there it is. Tracing her folds.
I heard a loud moan this time, motivating me unto exploring more.
"Oh, Gale.." I played with her boobs, nipples, circling my thumb there and finally pinching the top, while the other hand keep exploring her lower body. I kissed her more, passing my tongue on her lower lip, making her moan more. It gave me my mouth an open to let my tongue enter her mouth. I kissed her deeper, playing with our tongues. My kiss is possessive and I can feel her body is arching for me, open and responsive.
I was about to take her clothes off when I hear knocks.
"Gale. The peacekeepers are looking for you." Oh shoot. There the reality is, desperate for me. I'm trying to escape the grim, the sadness, the manic of the thought that I'm going to lose her but the reality can't seem to cooperate.
"I'm so sorry. I think you need to go there." I composed myself quickly and ran out of our house, leaving Marissa there. Mom will deal with her; she's used to my girls. I went off to justice building with the peacekeepers to face her. I don't know if I can without being emotional but I'll try. She doesn't need a weak, emotional Hunt-mate Gale but a strong and brave one to comfort her.
I'm used on having a lot of girls in my life. But I do know who I love, adore and care about the most. It's Katniss. It has always been Katniss. Ever since that day that we met in the woods, without a second, she caught me. She had captured me with those bows, snares and gazes I never liked to let go.
But I can't deny the fact that I'm seeing other girls. Kissing them, making love with them. I mean, that's my way of escaping the world, the cruel reality that I've always been wanting to runaway from if I have the chance to. So basically, I'm kind of a girls' man. I know Katniss won't like it but I just knew Katniss won't care, too. She's too busy worrying about her mother and Prim and it's worth her thoughts, than thinking about me, when I'm just her hunt-mate, to whom she shares the same fate and poor. Nothing less, nothing more.
Finally, the peacekeepers and I stopped on a wooden door. I can sense her aura inside it. Maybe it's a thing when you love someone; you will always know where they are no matter how crowded or silent the place is.
I opened the door, I saw her there, on the room, ready for the arena. She's brave; I know she can make it. I opened my arms for her, and hugged her. I know she needs comfort right now. But judging from her experiences and the problems she had gone through, she can be the winner.
I hugged her tight, so tight I thought I might break her. This can be the last.
I told her a few suggestions when she's there in the arena. So at least, when I see her on the screens, I will know if she's thinking of me or not. When I see her considering some of my suggestions. Like using a bow, even knives are the most possible armor. She can make one, because a week one is better than none. I know she's on her best with a bow. Her hands have that special skill to move so great when handed with a bow and arrow. She'll survive with that, or at least she'd be at her best when she has one.
We weren't aware of the time, until the peacekeepers came so soon and started taking me away.
"Don't let them starve!" She shouted, reminding me of the responsibilities we had and I will carry for the next few months.
"I won't! You know I won't! Katniss, remember I—" The peacekeepers shut the door, breaking our hearts.
I was about to tell her I love her.
Katniss, remember I love you and I will always do.
But it's too late. She'll be in the arena. And I won't have the chance to say it again, ever. She'll be gone. Long gone.