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Chapter 3
Katniss
What the hell just happened? Why did I beg him to stay with me? Why didn't he stay? What would I have done if he had? Could I really have slept with someone else so close by? Scenarios rush through my head: Haymitch holding me, smelling of liquor and...what? He smelled so good when he was carrying me, but I can't identify what that scent was; Haymitch by my side, muttering sweet nothings in my ear while stroking my hair; the look in his eyes when he looked at me. What was that look? I've never seen that look before. The look that caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach. I've never felt that way before today. Why did he help me? Why was he there, in the bathroom with me to begin with? What should I do? All these questions with no answers make my head hurt. I need a drink.
A few minutes pass when I come up to a door. It's not long until I realize the plaque on the door isn't that of the bar car. The sign reads 'Haymitch Abernathy.' How the hell did I end up here? Should I knock? What for? What will I say? I guess this is as good as the bar car.
Before I know what I'm doing, without making a decision to do it, I'm knocking on the door in front of me.
Haymitch
What the fuck was that back there? She's 16. You're 40. She's vulnerable. You're an adult. I'm thinking all these thoughts as I hurriedly walk back to my room, in search of a bottle.
I'm at my room in minutes. This train is relatively small compared to some of the others I've been on and I'm grateful. While the feeling is less, I'm still straining against my pants. Luckily, I don't meet anyone along the way. When I reach my room, I take a shower, something I haven't done in weeks. When I'm finally done showering and relatively back to normal, I slouch down in an armchair in front of the tv, bringing a bottle to my lips. I'm about to take my first swig when I hear a knock at my door. Who the hell could that be?
I get up, walk over to the door in nothing but sweatpants, and yank it open, ready to yell at whoever it is and tell them to go away. When I open the door, the person standing there is the last person I expected to see.
"Well, hello, sweetheart. What can I do for you?"
"I need a drink."
"Well, that makes two of us. Come on in, I guess."
I grab a bottle and hand it to her. Again, she surprises me when she takes a seat on the couch. I thought she would just take the bottle and go. No such luck I guess. I take a seat in the armchair next to the couch. There's a bottle being thrust into my hands before I have even begun to open my own bottle. She has just taken a swig and the pink in her cheeks is visible already.
"Here," she says. "We can share. I don't think I can drink this whole bottle by myself."
"Alright, suit yourself, sweetheart," I say, accepting the bottle and taking a swig. I welcome the familiar burn as the liquor slides down my throat. When I hand the bottle back to Katniss, she nearly chokes on her next gulp. She coughs and sputters. We do this back and forth thing for a while before she asks,
"How do you drink this stuff?"
"Years of practice, sweetheart."
"Here's to years of practice," she slurs, taking another drink before handing the bottle back to me.
"I don't think this is a good idea," I say, holding on to the bottle as she tries to make a grab for it.
"C'mon, Mitchy," she giggles.
"You're drunk, I think you should stop."
"Being drunk has never stopped you," she says, getting up from the couch and making another swipe for the bottle. I pull it out of reach just in time.
"I'm serious, Katniss. I think you're done for tonight."
"You're no fun," she pouts, poking out her bottom lip as she makes for another grab. As she makes a lunge for the bottle, she trips over her own feet and lands directly in my lap. She just giggles.
"See what I mean? You're already too drunk to walk straight. You've had enough."
"I don't know…," she says as she struggles to keep from falling off my lap. In an effort to steady herself, she puts both of her hands on either of my biceps. She moves from my biceps to my chest, slowly kneading and caressing my muscles. Her hands begin to move slowly down from my chest to my torso. She looks at me again as she licks her lips. There's a strange glint in her eyes that wasn't there before. I can't put my finger on what it is that worries me about that look but something's not right. I realize what's wrong when I feel a tug on the waistband of my sweatpants. She runs her fingers barely around the rim underneath my pants right above my crotch.
"Katniss, what are you doing?" When she doesn't answer, I open my mouth to tell her that it's time for her to go. Before I can even speak, her mouth is on mine, hungry and passionate. Lust. That was the look in her eyes. I'm glad her eyes are closed now. If she were to give me that hungry look again, I know that would be my undoing so I close my eyes and try to focus on the task at hand.
As I start to pull away from her lips, she undoes the drawstring on my pants with one quick motion, pulling me closer to her. Fuck! I can't keep my body from responding. This is so damn inconvenient! Why does she have this effect on me? Her hands are starting to weave their way down my pants when I grab her hand. Our lips still locked, she lets out a groan of frustration and grinds her crotch against me.
"No, Katniss...I can't," I try to say through our kiss.
"What?" she says, finally pulling away. I'm relieved when she does because I know that I wouldn't be able to push her away while she's kissing and grinding on me.
"We can't do this," I say, out of breath.
"Huh?" she says, clearly confused by the words I have just spoken.
"You've gotta go."
"I don't think you really want me to," she says with a grin as she grinds against my already swollen crotch. Shit! I almost come undone at that moment, but she pauses for a second, giving me a brief window to put a stop to this madness. I place my hands on her hips, ready to pick her up and put her back on the sofa when I realize why she paused. She is trying to take off her shirt. Her shirt is over her face, leaving her bare breasts on my eye level.
I don't know what possesses me to do it, but before I know what I'm doing, I've flicked my tongue over left nipple. I close my eyes when I hear her gasp. Like the last time my tongue touched her, my plan backfires. It was meant to drive her crazy, not me. It was a reckless, stupid impulse and now I'm paying the price yet again. This time in an entirely different way.
When she finally manages to pull her shirt over her head, she looks down at me with her that look again. I shut my eyes before I can take in the meaning of that look. I have to squeeze my eyes shut with pure force of will.
She's not having that. She grabs my face between her hands and kisses me hard this time. It's not passionate this time though. It's feral and ferocious with need, purely hedonistic. I want this but I know I can't have it. I don't know what sick impulse brought us to this place, but it can't continue. I pull away for the last time.
"Katniss, listen to me," I say, winded as if I've been running for my life.
"Yeah?" she says, leaning in to bite my earlobe, driving me wild with the same feral lust that she's been throwing at me. I harden even more if that's even possible.
"Ummm...Katniss...we have to stop this now before we do something we'll both regret."
"Why, Haymitch. You want this, I want this. Why should we stop?"
"Because it's absolutely and completely inappropriate and wrong. That's why. I'm sorry, but I will not let this go any further. You. Have. To. Go," I say, punctuating each word to make myself clear.
"OK, I get it," she says, getting up from the chair, her voice hitching a bit."
"Katniss, I'm sorry," I say.
"I'm sorry too," she mumbles, not meeting my eyes, staring at the floor. "I'm sorry that I ever came out of those Games alive."
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-NefariousEnvy
