A/N: Hehe I'm kind of proud of this one. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Anyway, on with the show. Please review! :)

Never ever have I

They sat in a rough, spread out circle in a small clearing ringed by trees, as if encircling a campfire in the dark but there is nothing but bare earth between them. Clove leans against the rough trunk of a tree, glaring across the space to where Glimmer giggles, Cato's arm looped loosely around her shoulder. The artificial moonlight bathes them all in an eerie blue-white glow.

"Don't you two ever shut up?" Marvel takes the words out of Clove's mouth as he calls in a harsh whisper from near on her left. Glimmer's giggle dies on her lips and she turns furious eyes on her district partner.

Cato lets out an indifferent chuckle and unhooks his arm, though he doesn't move away. His eyes slide away from Marvel to where Clove sits, and just in time she drops her gaze, focusing intently on the knife she holds in her hands, wiping the perfectly polished blade with the sleeve of her jacket.

He's not the only one who doesn't care.

"Why don't we play a game?" Glimmer suggests in a breathless, excited giggle.

"What do you think we've been doing?" Clove replies in an icy tone, not lifting her eyes from the blade. "This isn't a summer camping trip."

She senses the vicious look thrown at her and smiles inwardly.

"What did you have in mind?" Cato asks, attempting to diffuse the obvious tension.

"Never ever have I," declares Glimmer happily, clearly thinking she has Cato well on her side. She ignores Marvel's groan from across the clearing. "I'll go first-"

"We don't have anything to play with," Cato points out, cutting her off.

"We could play with limbs," Clove suggests in a sarcastic tone, holding her knife up with a wicked grin. Glimmer and Cato ignore her unhelpful suggestion but she receives a quick flash of amused smirk from Marvel.

"Why don't we use those berries we collected this afternoon," Cato suggests and Glimmer squeals happily, clapping her manicured hands together. Clove doesn't even bother pointing out that they should ration their food, not play stupid childish games with it. She might as well save her breath.

So she resignedly moves further into the clearing as they all gather around Cato's jacket, which he spreads on the ground, placing the small pile of gleaming red currents in the middle.

"Never ever have I broken the law," Glimmer starts in a hushed whisper, nuzzling her way back under Cato's arm. Clove rolls her eyes. As if any of them were going to admit to breaking the law, here, in the middle of the games with the eyes of the Capitol on their every move.

They look at each other expectantly but nobody speaks or moves. Glimmer huffs in annoyance at the lack of response which inspires a satisfied grin from Clove.

"I've got one," Marvel speaks suddenly, clearly drawn into the game now. "Never ever have I broken a bone." He puffs his chest out proudly and crosses his arms, clearly showing off his muscles. "No one can get near me."

Cato grins and reaches forwards, picking up a berry and popping it into his mouth. "Broken rib. Thanks to that one over there," he says, nodding his head in Clove's direction. She can't help but smirk as all their heads swivel in her direction, Glimmer's eyes narrow grumpily. She remembers the day she caught him off guard and successfully tackled him to the ground, the satisfying crack of his ribs underneath her pressure. "Pretty sure you should be taking one too, Clover," he teases. Her sly smile vanishes as he uses her childhood nickname and it is replaced by a venomous glare, which he brushes aside with an amused chuckle. "Didn't I break one of your wrists as payback?"

"Technically the ground broke it," she shoots back, though she darts forward and grabs a berry. The tart flavour bursts in her mouth as she bites into its juicy skin.

"Never ever have I been drunk." Cato takes his turn with a reserved smile on his lips. There is a sharp cry and Glimmer turns to him with exaggerated shock, her pretty emerald eyes wide with amazement.

"You've never been drunk!" she gasps.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "It would mess with my training routine."

Marvel scoffs and picks up a berry. Teasingly he tosses several in Glimmer's direction. "Here. You'll probably need a few." Laughing, she pops the berries into her mouth and throws Cato a sly, sideways look through her lashes.

Cato's eyes though are on Clove, his eye brows raised with expectation.

"Fine," she spits, leaning in and grabbing a berry. There is a ripple of laughter from them all and to her fury she feels her face colouring slightly as she sits back in the circle her arms crossed over her chest defensively.

She sits there and fumes silently as they continue to talk, reaching forward to take the occasional berry but mostly just throwing silent curses at Cato.

Her thoughts are interrupted as something thumps into her and she looks up startled to see them all looking at her, waiting. She picks up the empty water canister and hurls it back across the circle at Cato, who grins and catches it easily in one hand. "I said," he repeats slowly. "It's your turn."

She scowls at him, though really she is buying herself time to come up with something. Her mind is suddenly blank.

"Never ever have I..." she starts slowly, running her eyes over them for inspiration. Her gaze falls on Cato and suddenly the words slip out accidently, "...been kissed." As soon as she's said them she wants to disappear on the spot from embarrassment. Marvel openly laughs, a boisterous booming sound, and Glimmer isn't much better, tittering away behind her hand. Clove feels herself colouring again and ducks her head in anger, glaring at the ground. They'd stop laughing if she launched one of her knives into their chests she thinks to herself furiously, her fingers tightening instinctively on the blade she always keeps ready.

"Well we can fix that one." Her head flicks up at the words in time to see Cato crossing the circle and before she can utter an angry protest his hands are framing her face and his lips are pressed firmly against hers. She completely freezes as he kisses her with surprising tenderness but there is a leap of delight inside her.

When he pulls away, grinning mischievously at her, she can hear Marvel whooping and laughing in the background. Cato releases her face from his gentle grip and casually strides back across the circle, plonking himself on the ground next to Glimmer. Clove feels another thrill of elation at Glimmer's furious expression. She crosses her arms sulkily and pouts like a child.

"Right. Never ever have I..." Cato begins, looping his arm back around Glimmer which appeases her anger slightly. He continues as if nothing happened and Clove tunes out to the chatter which starts up again, staring at the ground intently. Her mind reruns the kiss; the feel of his lips on hers, the glint in his eyes when he smiled at her.

As Marvel and Glimmer dissolve into a bickering argument about something Cato's eyes flick to Clove, who is still studying the ground intently, and a fleeting, satisfied smile crosses his face.