I am so sorry. My schedule was so hectic that I got sick and could barely squeeze in time to sleep. I just want to say first and foremost, thank you to everyone who have left comments and those who put me in their alerts or on favorites. They've motivated me to think and write about this fic. Anyways, here's chapter 10!

"So, how was your talk?"

Cato shrugged and walked past his partner. He wasn't going to give anything away. People can just think all they want about what they did. He flexed his arms over his head and settled them crossed at his chest. Clove followed him into the dining hall, her steps he could barely hear.

Yesterday was good.

His tussle with Katniss was one of the hottest experiences he ever had. He has been giving her a lot of firsts in a matter of a few days. Cato could still feel her soft, apple-sized breasts in his palms, her petal-like lips and nipples on his mouth, and her hot, delicate center wrapping around his fingers. She was so sensitive and so responsive with his touch—no matter how much she despised him.

He envisioned her naked body in his arms when he woke up—her loose curls, her flushed cheeks, her bosom pressed against his chest. In the air-conditioned room, he just got so hard. She was warm, scorching even, and she wasn't wearing anything. It would just be so easy to take her then and there in his bed. She would be at his mercy.

He had thought then of how small her body was—her lithe legs and arms, her tiny waist, and her petite stature. Maybe he found her face attractive a little—no, maybe a lot. So yeah, maybe he was staring too long, but she was sharing his pillow…so technically, it was her fault.

A gnawing pain crawled up at his side when small fingers pinched him at his rib.

"Fuck, Clove! What the hell?!" He screamed. The tributes seated at the tables shot their heads up at his direction.

Clove looked at them and they immediately bowed their heads or frantically avoided her gaze. His partner turned to him, satisfied with herself. "Now I got your attention?"

Cato glowered at her.

He rubbed his sore rib. He actually forgot about falling off the bed. The injury he got when Katniss woke up was because of her foot making contact with his stomach and he didn't realize he was at the edge. The side of his body slammed on to the floor and he just had memories of her screaming and scurrying away and jumping into her clothes—with his training shirt covering her body.

"Oh you know what I'm asking. I'm asking if all that drama I had to endure with Baker Boy yesterday was all worth it. A knife pointed at his jugular didn't really convince him to lay off your case, Cato. He was fucking preaching to me about virtue and righteousness—not that there's any virtue to talk about anymore, is there?" She scoffed.

"Well if you're making me spill about yesterday, let's just say she and I did talk."

Bitch.

Cato left her and made a beeline toward the buffet table.

He smelled freshly-baked tarts and bacon when a familiar earthy, floral scent filled his senses.

Katniss was here.

There were no talks of the all-day blackout yesterday. Everybody seemed to focus on the fact that she and Cato "cut" training.

Haymitch patted her on the back when she left the hotel room. Effie and the stylists got stupidly teary-eyed and congratulated her with her relationship with Cato. She tried her best to smile at their remarks and their "support" but it was so tiring to lie like this. She didn't think that there were any repercussions to her decision when she kissed him on television—and now, a lot had happened.

Katniss' legs shuddered as she walked into the hall. She just knew people would be staring and talking about her again. Never before did she give a thought about what they think, but at this point during the Games, and all these things happening, she wasn't sure if she did want to know what goes through their mind.

She tugged at the loose garment she was wearing and huffed. The spare training uniform she had was lost and the only thing she had was Cato's shirt. She could've just thought straight before rushing out of his room. By the time she realized it, she was going up to her suite and she wouldn't dare go back. She can't risk a repeat of yesterday.

Absent-mindedly, she was lost in her thoughts as large arms circled around her waist.

Cato.

Mustering up a sufficient amount of strength, she shoved his hands off of her and walked away. But he pulled her arm to his chest, just close enough for him to whisper. "We've discussed about this. Wanna talk again?"

Katniss saw an evil glimmer in his eyes. She knew what he meant.

Cato grinned at her unreadable expression and slowly moved his face forward. She merely held her breath and let his lips glide across her cheek. Her heart was beating really fast. It was only a second before he let her go and whispered again, albeit with a commanding tone. "Sit with me."

Screw him. Her brows furrowed as he walked away. She wasn't going anywhere but her table. It was bad enough that he had to do this here. Furiously, she got eggs, waffles and some meat on her plate and deliberately passed over his chair and went directly to District 12's. She was going to eat in peace. She wasn't going to have her appetite ruined just because of District 1 and 2. She is going to enjoy her meal.

It seemed minutes before she swallowed a bite of the waffles. Katniss savored the sweet syrup on the perfectly-baked bread. It was both crunchy and soft at the same time. The eggs were scrambled and she hadn't eaten it so soft and creamy—and the meat, it was good, but she liked it the least. She preferred the ones she hunted back home.

Light fingertips touched her shoulder. "Babe."

She cringed inwardly at the voice and at the pet name. Katniss didn't even look up to know who it was. Again.

"Go away." She said to him softly without meeting his eyes.

Katniss heard a chair being roughly pulled out and Cato sat beside her, his plate untouched. She took another bite into her bacon, but his hand pulled at her wrist. Instead of the meat going into her direction, her fork went into his mouth.

She watched him devour the strip slowly, holding on to her wrist as he removed the bacon from the tines with his teeth. Cato watched her looking at him, and from what she surmised, he was amused. She wanted to say something to wipe that arrogant face that he's giving but she bit her lip in trying to prevent anything from going out of her mouth that will get them both in trouble.

Once she was sure he got the whole thing, Katniss swatted away his hands and dropped the utensil on her plate. She could see his knuckles turning white at her display of attitude. Cato bridged the gap between them and nudged her arm.

"Looks like we need to work out some sort of arrangement to make you fulfill your end of what we talked about." He told her, his mouth too close for her liking.

Before she got to reply, Cato grabbed the loose fabric on her back and pulled her to her feet. He snaked his fingers around her palm and led her away from the dining hall. She was feeling dread all over again. His grip was tight so she couldn't just slip off her hand.

Taking her out of the hall, Cato pushed her into a far corner.

"What's with all this bullshit you're giving me?" Cato seethed. He put some space between them, but it was still close nevertheless.

His eyes roamed her face and all he can see was a mixture of anger and confusion. He curled his fingers into a fist and punched the wall at the side of her cheek. The concrete slightly crumbled on his knuckles, the force of the punch reverberating through his arm. Cato drew closer to her and felt small palms pressed on his chest, keeping him relatively farther where he intended to be.

He stared into her gray eyes and she looked like her old self again—stupidly defiant. "You can't just expect me to come on to you every time." Her whisper was soft, but it didn't escape his attention that she sneered.

Cato raised an eyebrow and smirked. "That's a lame excuse, 12. We had no problems on you coming on me yesterday now did we?" He could feel the corner of his lips curving into his most seductive smile.

The girl with him was all at once obviously uncomfortable, embarrassed and appalled. Her whole face was burning red. She wasn't even looking at him anymore, but then, Katniss surprised him when she raised her head and met his gaze—her expression dead serious.

"You probably hit your head on the floor so hard this morning that you forgot I kicked your perversion off of me."

Cato just laughed at her response. Oh, he wouldn't forget that—not that, not all the ignoring this morning. He put his arms crossed at his chest, his face immediately expressionless.

"You and I have sponsors because we made a deal. Whether or not you want to, you have to do your end of the bargain. If not, it's either we both die here, or all of us will suffer in the Games, or worse than that, we'll go home as losers to our Districts. But knowing Snow, he'll kill you and I'll be shamed forever for being an expelled tribute."

He didn't mean to say all those things. With her being like this, she will most likely retain her stance to not participate in their little charade. Good for him. He was tempted to crack up over her prudishness.

To his anticipation, Katniss shook her head. "No. Not again. No."

Cato took his cue and leaned forward. "I knew you were going to say that. Now that you've rejected me for the hundredth time, I think we should play another game to get you motivated to do your part."

It was her turn to cross her arms. Katniss tilted her chin in her defiant attitude. Her back was stuck on to the wall as she remained firm. But he knew she was still listening so he continued to speak.

He dipped his head low and pressed the tip of his nose against hers. "There's only one rule and one consequence if you don't comply with that rule." Cato whispered, his breath tickling her lips. He didn't fail to notice the trail of goose bumps on her arms.

"Rule: Every time you see me, you have to kiss me. And every time I come to you, you need to stop acting like a frigid bitch." Cato watched her reaction, and he saw her shake her head again. He merely grinned. His hand travelled from the nape of her neck and settled on the side of her face, cupping her soft cheek. Cato looked directly into her gray orbs with all the desire he could muster.

"And as a consequence for not following that simple rule, you are going to have sex with me."

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