It's finally up, thanks for your patience, guys! I have quite a few finals and AP tests coming up so I've been a bit preoccupied. But, here is the next chapter. *The 'M' rating is there for a reason…this chapter applies ;)
Chapter 4:
Clove sat on the ground, fiddling with her knife while Katniss leaned against a tree, gnawing on a piece of dried deer meat, fifteen feet or so away from the rival tribute. Tense silence weighed heavily on the air until Clove's stomach let out a loud growl, an obnoxious reminder that she hadn't eaten for at least ten hours. Realizing her hunger, she stared hungrily at the tough flesh Katniss held in her hand. The brunette noticed her gawking and ripped off a piece before tossing it to Clove. She caught it and nodded at Katniss before shoving the deer meat into her mouth. Clove chewed ravenously, relishing every burst of the salty flavor.
I better enjoy it, for all I know this may be my last meal. This sudden realization sent a jolt through Clove's body. Why am I thinking like this? I'm going to win, and have waiting for me as much food and riches as I possibly can. The only one who should be thankful for their last supper is Katniss. But as she stared at her competitor, that feeling flooded through her again: one of hopelessness, frustration, heartache. Clove knew it was making her weak, and weakness was the deadliest downfall in the Games…she had to put an end to it.
I can just stop talking to her. No small talk, no nothing. Just business. Yes, that would work. After Cato is taken care of, Katniss would just be the next, and last, victim of her viciousness. Clove would bring honor to her district and finally get the recognition she deserved. Her mind wandering more than she usually let it, Clove did not notice the brunette's intense gaze directed at her. But when she did, Clove stared back and made sure her jaw was set in a straight line.
"The meat sure hit the spot, huh?" Katniss asked sarcastically. Clove snickered but stayed silent, her steely eyes still fixed on Katniss's parallel gaze. The two girls were resilient, each not wanting to be the first to break away from the intense staring contest between them. The sounds of the forest went on around them. Birds chirped. The faint trickle of a stream sounded somewhere behind them. Yet Clove was only aware of her steady, soft breathing as she continued to look at Katniss. "Enlighten me, Clove. How sure are you that you'll win this thing?" Clove cocked an eyebrow, still staring intently at her, and responded, "A hundred percent. You know us Careers, we have no room for error." If she thought that her remark would intimidate the girl, Clove was mistaken.
"I wouldn't be so sure, there's always a chance for error. Everyone has their weaknesses." Katniss narrowed her eyes, startling Clove. It's like she knows something….No, she doesn't know anything. There's nothing to know. Clove suddenly felt vulnerable as Katniss stared her down. But before she was about to look away from the brunette, she noticed Katniss's gaze drift from Clove's eyes, downward. They settled on Clove's bosom and she felt her cheeks flush and her heartbeat quicken. Katniss seemed to stare hungrily at the now more rapid rise and fall of Clove's chest. "I think I know your weakness, Clove." She said this quietly, leaning in with each word as if it was a hidden secret, finally coming to the surface. Suddenly, Katniss lunged at Clove, separating the distance between them in an instance.
Clove's mind raced as she tried to wrap her head around what was going on. It didn't take her long to figure it out, as she felt Katniss's lips press roughly against her own. Clove tried to form coherent words of protest but they were lost to her with Katniss's touch. She held back the brunette's wrist which had made its way to the seam of pants. "No, let me." Clove growled. Katniss shook her head and leaned further into Clove, whose body was already trembling with anticipation. "I want you underneath me." Katniss purred seductively. Katniss's soft, seductive voice betrayed her hard gaze, but Clove didn't take notice. She was too busy being thrust onto the grass by her lover. Not restricted to the confines of a tree, they rolled around on the vibrant green grass. Clove still tried, half-heartedly, to gain the upper hand, but part of her was ecstatic that Katniss wanted to pleasure her, so she let the brunette pin her down.
Katniss put all her weight onto Clove and snaked her hand downwards, to Clove's undergarments. "God, you're so fucking wet already." Katniss grinned and her fingers went right to work on Clove's mound. Pull out, push in, pull out, push in. With every motion of the brunette's fingers, as well as her own body thrusting rhythmically against Clove's, Clove was brought closer to the edge. Deep throated moans escaped from her lips and Katniss silenced them with a frenzied kiss. "Ohhh, fuck! Almost, Katniss, almost!" Clove's desperate gaze and tone of voice pleaded with the girl to give her that last final push to send her over the edge. Katniss obeyed, and with momentum built up from the two girls' thrusting bodies, Katniss touched Clove's burning core and vibrant color flashed before her eyes. Clove latched onto Katniss, her body shaking and coated in a thin layer of sweat, which smelled sweet along with her flowing juices which she felt cascading down her thighs. Clove's pupils were wide and her mouth slightly agape, from which only shaky whimpers left.
After a few moments of heavy breathing, Clove lessened her vice lock grip on Katniss and buried her head into the nape of the brunette's neck and breathed in her hair which smelled of honeysuckle. Her mind was still spinning from the blissful orgasm, she forgot the fact that one of them had to die. Cato was the farthest thing from her mind. There were only three words that encompassed her brain at that moment.
"I love you."