just lay with me
waste this night away with me
you're mine
x
"We're going to be so great out there tomorrow." she whispers into the silence, and he tries to repress a shudder. He pictures them stood back-to-back, breathless and bloody but glowing; bodies littered around them and the ground stained red. They'll be more than a team, they'll be two people merged as one with years of training together backing them up - they know each other's every move, every tactic, every technique.
Cato wants to voice this, wants her to understand that he knows, god he knows, they're going to more than great - they're going to be fucking amazing. Instead he reaches out and traces his finger up the side of her arm, feather-light touch mapping her muscles and skin, rough from training mishaps and childhood adventures. She breathes life into the quiet bedroom, a stuttering sound that speaks a thousand words.
Clove's room has the bed facing where the wall should be, but instead there's a huge window. City lights and city sounds stream in through where it's open just a crack, and Cato swears he could stay here forever - bed soft underneath their bodies and the promise of tomorrow enveloping them, excitement and anticipation covering the two like a blanket.
His finger reaches her neck and continues it's journey up, carving her jaw and chin and cheekbones, before swooping back down along her nose and halting just over her lips. He doesn't miss the way her breath hitches, or the way her mouth stretches into a smile. He drops his hand back down and turns to look at her, to find her with her eyes alight and looking at him with something wicked - not lust and not laughter but something more, somehow - and he can only imagine his own mirror the same.
Her gaze drops down to where their hands somehow entangled themselves, and absently runs her thumb over his. She runs it over the scar she gave him on the first day they met, when she sliced open his thumb in a whirlwind of hatred and anger. They've come a long way, but the fire that is them has never been quenched.
"We've always been great." he murmurs, voice hoarse and barely audible, and in the quiet room she agrees with a kiss.