(Margaret Undersee)

The two ladies who were apart, for the next five and half months at least, had brought many of their fellow females together, not just me and Katniss. We were hardly the only two to be inspired by the very public example. Some, like me, had already been very aware of what they were attracted to. Even for the ones like me, Glim and Hanna made it more acceptable to discuss it openly, and made it easier to find a like-minded lady.

Oh, I was so glad I was realizing my dreams about Katniss Everdeen. Admittedly, she had to focus on weighty nonromantic matters. Yet she had been clueless about love, but saw the truth right in front of her when seeing our Glim and Hanna right in front of each other. Her sexual inexperience was a problem I was more than happy to solve. I meant that. Seeing sexual pleasure begin to emanate from her body was even more electric than bringing it to myself, and I could barely wait for her to explore the deepest parts of my body with her mouth and fingers. However much she'd obviously fumble with inexperience, it would still be my Katniss trying to make love to me. Had she been straight, it would have been a very lucky guy, probably Gale, who got to teach her.

My parents knew her in person by now, and as more than a strawberry vendor, especially with all the dates we had at my house. Memory of Maysilee seemed to keep my mother confined to my parents' bedroom. When Katniss and I walked in there holding hands, Mother sat up and smiled, which she rarely ever did. Katniss would know what it was like to lose a mother to grief if anyone would. Her grim moment came nineteen years later and from the mines instead of the arena, yet the shells of Mrs. Undersee and Mrs. Everdeen were all too similar. Katniss' mother arguably had it even worse than mine, losing the man she had given up everything for, in much the way she had been warned about. She had set herself up for it, a risk she took for love. With my sister's reaping, my mother had simply been passively exposed to a cruel reality of life in Panem.

I guess Katniss was so much her father's daughter that she also loved a Town woman. Her mother would understand that. Also, being shunned for her choice of boyfriend, she wouldn't take issue with her daughter being born to choose a girlfriend instead. It was about time I went to the Seam and met her family, instead of the other way around. I'm sure Katniss talked about me at home, as I did about her, and her family probably wanted to see more of the young woman behind the stories. Perhaps another mother's sunken spirits would be lifted by the sight of a daughter in love. Katniss' sister Prim had remained positive through the worst of times, partially because of her big sister's attempts to shield her despite everything. Imagine how happy the youngest Everdeen would be at the best of times.

"So this is the pretty and sweet Madge Undersee!" Prim said cheerfully when I reached the door of the Everdeen hovel.

"Seems Katniss already had a pretty and sweet girl in her life," I answered equally positively. Prim could have passed for a Townie, and had a much more pleasant personality than most of them. Katniss had the classic Seam look, and there were as close as two people could be. It reminded me how artificial life in this district could be. I didn't have the hots for Seam women in particular, just beautiful women in general and this beautiful woman in particular. However, it would have been hard enough to find a good man in the Merchant Section (maybe helping make Mr. Everdeen so tempting to the would-be Mrs.), let alone a good woman who liked women.

"Can I call her you-know-what?" I whispered to Katniss.

"You're about the only other person I'm remotely as close to, so go ahead," she whispered back.

I looked around and saw the back of her shirt with a ducktail hanging out, commenting "So this is why Katniss calls her little sister Little Duck."

"Sure is, but I think you two want to be alone now," Prim assessed. As alone as you could be in this tiny little shack, I empathized in my head.

"You got that right, Little Duck!" Katniss told her sister, and Prim knew to leave quickly.

Katniss began staring at me very hungrily, although I suppose that look had to come all too easily to her. This made me feel even warmer than the late summer weather did. "Now it's my turn to have a beautiful woman take care of my body," I said as seductively as I could. Even that seemed to electrify her; I myself remember being that easily aroused and set off before my body got used to it. I stood motionless while she tried to undress me. I had picked a dress that fell down when the straps were knocked off, as opposed to a dress that was pulled over the head. She brought that to the dingy floor quickly enough. Oddly, she fumbled with the chest. "You can undo your own, can't you?" I pointed out.

"I get nervous when unwrapping gifts," she answered. "I don't usually get to do that, and I even less often have a gift like this," she added cheerfully.

"I do get presents much more often in town," I admitted. "But having your love in my life is definitely even better."

Her hands were finally calm enough to get me naked, and she said "Now let's see if I can give you something." She put her mouth on my vagina and began licking - literally just licking, nothing else with her tongue. Yet as I had predicted, the point was that I was getting it from her. I didn't need to act – much – about how happy I was feeling. "You got that pipe you put down there?"

It was in a padded pocket of the dress, so she hadn't heard it fall. I reached down, being careful to show her my butt, and got out the piece. "Of course I do, I want to be very full there, just not by a man."

She took it out of my hands, sniffed, and said "Mmm, smells like Madge" before licking it clean in preparation to dirty it again. I bucked my hips at her. "I've eaten far worse" she commented before shoving it in me. She began moving it faster as I called out her name softly.

Katniss had been so afraid of love, not only because of confusion about what she was, yet also because of what it had done to her mother. Now she had a better understanding of what romance had done for her mother. Katniss seemed to be such a natural at it, and not just in bed, as I was one of the few people she welcomed into her heart.