Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES NOR THE CONCEPT.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS WHERE THE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN CATO AND LUCTRA TAKE OFF AND THEY ARE HEATED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Chapter Ten:

Poseidon's Seduction of Amphitrite

"You know I'm right."

Luctra knew he was right, but she would make-out with Glimmer before she admitted it to his face. She had a death grip on the towel shielding her body. His confidence was irritating and attractive at the same time. He was really getting under her skin. 'Play the game. Get out of here alive. Save Dash.' Her new mantra became.

"One way or another it's eventually going to happen." Cato reminded her. She was going to have to clean out her wound sometime and the sooner the better. Luctra made one last ditch attempt.

"I won't be able to stand for very long, and the falls could knock me off balance." She challenged.

Saying that turned out to be a bigger mistake then just telling him 'no' as Cato had been waiting for her to say this. If she was going to choose Thresh over him he was going to put up a hell of a fight. Thresh was built like him, but Cato would bet money that he had more experience with women then Thresh. Cato knew he could use that to his advantage if only he could get physically close enough to Luctra. Without her feeling like he was forcing himself on her.

"Then I'll just have to hold you." He smirked. He watched her face pale. She was clearly intimidated by anything to do with intimate physical contact. This would really work to his advantage now.

"But then you'll get soaked again." She tried weakly. If she didn't clean it, it would get infected and she would die. If she cleaned it she'd have to get up close and trust Cato not to hurt her. It was really a tossup at this point to which was worse.

Cato smirked wider. Luctra watched in horror and fascination as his arms uncrossed and his hands slowly traveled to the top of his pants. He flicked open his belt buckle, popped open his button and then proceeded to start unzipping his zipper, dragging it down painfully slow. All the blood rushed to Luctra's face. He body flushed as she watched him undress for her as it was one of the most sexual things a man had done in her presence. 'Play the game. Get out of here alive. Save Dash.' She repeated to herself.

Cato watched Luctra's reaction carefully as he began to undo his pants watching her body flush a light pink. He pulled the material down over his thighs to the knee and let them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. He stood quietly with his hands on his hips looking down at her.

He was now standing in front of her with nothing but a pair of tight black arena boxer briefs that only came to mid-thigh. Luctra felt the blood pool between her legs heating her core. His thighs were so big and muscular with a few scattered scars that she wanted to run her fingers over. She was positive her knees would barley hit the floor if she were straddling him. Dragging her eyes over his thighs and up again she would bet he would be able to hold her up if she wrapped her legs around his hips too, even if he was buried deep inside her. She flushed again. As much as she tried to she couldn't help but glance at what was between his legs. He was big from what she could see. She felt herself get a little wet at the thought of him pushing deep inside her. Her senses had been overpowered by his physical attractiveness and prowess and, like she knew would happen, she was on edge, unsure and nervous. His body was like a road map of muscles and scars that would tell her his life story if she followed them.

'It should be illegal to get undressed in the games with someone of the opposite gender.' She hissed in her head hating herself for her raging hormones.

Cato had watched her examine his lower body. Her eyes had darkened and he saw her breathing get shallow as she stared at his thighs. He knew his legs were strong and built but he hadn't seen a girl yet who was as obviously and strongly turned on by them as Luctra was. He saw she had briefly looked at his package and noticed her slight surprise at the size before she got a look of deep contemplation on her face. He hadn't expected to see her legs clinch together, in what he knew meant she was getting wet at the sight of him combined with whatever she was thinking. He felt the animal side of him demanding to be let lose, to show her what his strong body was capable of. Cato smirked. She had been weakened by her own arousal and he had complete control.

Luctra let out a defeated sigh finally tearing her eyes away from Cato and looked at the roof of the cave.

"I knew you'd see it my way." Cato told her walking up to her and crouching down beside her. Luctra glared at him successfully only looking at his eyes trying to hide the affect he had on her by being so close. She held on to the fact that she hadn't verbally told him he was right. It was a small victory but it was still a victory.

"You're gonna have to let go of the towel."

An even smaller victory now. Still glaring Luctra closed her eyes and looked away from him, grinding her teeth in anger. She looked back at him glaring even harder. 'Play the game. Get out of here alive. Save Dash.' She reminded herself.

"Stand me up first." She ordered him. Cato smirked and kneeled behind her, wrapped his arms around her midriff and under her crossed arms, over the towel and lifted her up, her back against his chest. Luctra brought her good leg underneath her body as Cato lifted her and using it to push up on to make sure the bad one didn't even flex, as Cato brought her upright against his chest. Once again Luctra noticed how strong Cato's chest was as it pressed against her back.

Holding her back against his chest Cato moved around to the side of her body without her bad leg. He shifted one hand to sit on her far hip around her back and one around the front of her waist resting his hand in the belt loop at the front of her far hip. Her shoulder was now pressed into his chest as she tried to keep her balance while still holding the towel. Holding her hip tight he leaned her just far enough from his body to give her room to let go of the towel. Looking away from him Luctra dropped the towel and pressed back into his body immediately her arms crossing over the exposed areas of her body self-consciously.

She was trying to take away the view of her exposed body even though she had her bra on. She looked up into his eyes terrified that she would see a look of disgust on his face as a reaction to seeing her body naturally and up close. She looked into his blue eyes, they were dilated and darker then she had seen them before. He was also breathing slowly through his nose, like he was trying to control something.

Cato felt like the curtain had just been lifted a fraction at the main stage. She was wearing a green and grey sports bra that showed a little cleavage as her ample breasts pressed against each other under the fabric. He felt the animal climbing to the surface again. He hadn't seen much else since she had plastered herself back into him after she dropped the towel in an effort to cover her body from his view. She had her arms crossed over her stomach and breasts at the nipple. But now he could feel her skin on his. His arm was wrapped around her bare back his hand resting on her far hip, his other hand was around her waist just over her arm and holding onto the belt loop of her pants just to the front side of her hip. She was cold but her skin was very soft, probably because of the pre-prep process so it felt like silk as the dampness caused her skin to stick to his skin. He wondered if the rest of her was just as soft and supple.

Cato removed his fingers from her belt loop and detached his arm that was around her waist and sitting against her forearm. Using his now free arm he took her wrist into his hand, the one that was crossed over her chest connected to the shoulder that pressed against his chest and lifted her arm draping across his shoulders around the back of his neck.

Luctra's breathing had become very shallow as she felt her arm land across the back of his shoulders. She could feel his muscles flexing in his neck as the end of his hair brushed against her arm. He was warmer than her and the skin on her arm felt like fire where it made contact with his. She ran her fingers lightly over a scar she could feel on his shoulder, wondering where he had gotten it from. He was being so gentle with her right now, like she was made of glass and she was melting into him.

Bending his knees Cato hooked his arm under her legs, being mindful not to grip where the gash ran down the back of her far leg. He stood there a moment with her in his arms feeling her lightly trace a scar on his shoulder making it tingle. She just fit right into him. Her hand rested against his chest and Cato felt his skin jolting at the contact. Luctra could feel his chest twitch under hand and his steady heartbeat. During all of this they never broke eye contact once, Cato's dark blue eyes burning with lust, and Luctra's eyes full of confused desire. 'Play the game...?'

"I believe we are seeing the rebirth of an ancient legend." Caesar commented as the view screen behind them followed Cato carrying Luctra slowly out of the cave entrance and out to the waterfall.

"Which legend?" Claudius asked for the audience's sake.

"The legend of Poseidon's seduction of Amphitrite." Caesar clarified. "You see…" He continued looking right at the camera. "Once Poseidon had seen Amphitrite among the Nereids' he knew he had to have her and whisked her off to the sea where he seduced her into becoming his for all eternity."

"Wow." Claudius said in awe to the camera. In the rest of the Capitol viewers were hanging on every word. This was almost better then when Finnick Odair had received the trident. A Greek legend comes to life in the Hunger Games! A deadly killer trying to win the heart of a protective warrior! It was almost too much excitement for the viewers.

Caesar went on to analyze the events in the games to prove his point.

"See here we have Poseidon rising from the water and spotting Amphitrite." The screen behind Claudius and Caesar replayed the moment when Cato had surfaced in the basin and spotted Luctra on the shore. "Now he goes and lay's claim to her." The clip switched to when Cato had grabbed Luctra's thigh and she grabbed his wrist. "And finally he whisks her away to seclusion where he can begin to seduce her." It clipped to Cato carrying Luctra into the cave and kneeling beside her, staring down her body while she laid there with her eyes closed.

Neither said anything as Cato carried Luctra out of the cave, down the path and onto a ledge that extended under the falls where the spray was weaker. Bending down slowly he put her good foot down gently facing her towards him. Luctra placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he put her down.

Straightening out Cato rose above Luctra his eyes passing hers as he moved to tower over her as he stood to his full height. As he rose he had placed his hands on her hips to keep her steady. Her hips were full and soft. They felt amazing in his hands and he tightened his grip a little as the animal came closer to the surface demanding Cato to bring her hips against his. He thought about how good his light fingerprints would look bruised into her skin from holding her hips as she took him into her deeply and rode him while he guided her wild strokes. He shook his head clearing the thought and provocative image before he lost control.

Luctra felt his hands tighten on her hips and saw the look in his eyes. Both were highly possessive and Luctra found herself reveling in it. She wondered what it would feel like to have him grip her hips tighter as she rode him, guiding her along as she lost control to the wild pleasure of moving over him. She almost slapped herself to get rid of the thought. At least she could blame her hard nipples on the fact that she was cold. He would probably believe that. Time to cool off she decided.

'Play the game. Get out of here alive. Save Dash.' Her mantra was getting weaker.

"I wanna rinse my hair first." Luctra told him softly looking into his eyes. His blue eyes were full of a dark hunger making them look like liquid sapphires. Cato now saw that Luctra's eyes were more green then brown and were openly staring at him like he could explain what was happening, that he could tell her what she should do. He felt his member twitch. She was becoming a seductress without even knowing it.

"Ok." Cato didn't trust himself to say more. Luctra eyes blurred out as she lifted her hands from his shoulders and reached behind her head focusing on pulling out the tangled elastic, shaking her head once it was out. Cato had never seen her with her hair down naturally. Even in the mess it was now it made her look gentler but wilder. He felt Luctra leaning back so he pulled her too him his groin pressing into hers. Her legs opened a little of their own accord when he pressed into her. She arched her back and closed her eyes as her head fell into the gentle falls behind her. She ran her hands through her hair ringing out the dirt and untangling the snags.

With her arms up and her arching backwards Cato got to see her upper body fully. Goddess was right. Her arms were strong and defined leading into broad shoulders and a defined collar bone. From there it led into her ample chest which fit her perfectly due to her strong upper body structure. Her ribs were covered with strong muscles, which he had felt earlier wrapped into the strong muscles on her back. Her stomach was strong but held some weight making it feminine and she had the small curve in the front that made her look mature and womanly. The way she was arching her back to get into the water pushed her hips harder into his hands. The image of her bent back in front of him with his hands on her hips was highly erotic. He imagined what it would look like if he were holding her like this well slamming his erection into her hot wet folds. Cato was sure he was barely breathing as all his thoughts turned to the animalistic possession of the creature his hands were holding in front of him.

Cato looked up at the water falling above them and took a few deep breaths to get control over himself. If she was so afraid of intimacy then even if she gave in now because her senses were overloaded Cato knew she would regret it later. The animal was clawing away at his self-restraint, but the cold water was helping him fight it. He was almost sure his 'killing machine' persona was shot to hell as the cameras caught him blatantly desiring the woman in his hands, yet treating her so gently. His father was probably trying to break into the arena to beat the shit out of him for being weak. But for once Cato didn't care. The part of him that they had tried to beat out of him at the academy, the human side, the side that his mother had secretly nurtured in him was coming back to life because of the girl in his hands. In that moment he would rather die having his mother proud then live with the cost of making his father happy. Though he was sure his mother would lecture him about how a gentleman should treat a lady…

"Ok I'm done." Luctra called to Cato softly. He was in such deep thought staring at the falling water that she almost didn't want to disturb him as he looked so serene.

Cato looked down to Luctra her hair now falling around her shoulders in a heavy darkened curtain. On her face she wore a look of open curiosity and desire. He could tell she was confused about what was happening and was afraid of what he could do to her. He just wasn't sure he wanted to know what would scare her more. If he made an advance, or if he tried to kill her. He was only fighting back the temptation of the first one right now.

He was staring down at her. Luctra was completely in his control right now and she knew it. She could feel the light pressure from his slight erection just above her womanhood. That didn't frighten her, it actually excited her that she was affecting him which wasn't a normal thought for her. What was throwing her right now was the fact that her sense were in overdrive and she was nervous about so many things she shouldn't be nervous about. Like whether or not he thought she was attractive, or if he liked holding her, or if he could tell that she was turned on, and many more things along those lines. Her desire to avoid rejection and being used had left her completely inexperienced with men. Cato had obviously had experience with a lot of woman so she was at his mercy. He could easily break her confidence by humiliating her.

"Let's get your leg cleaned." Cato's voice had become deeper as he spoke. It struck a chord deep in Luctra's stomach making her butterflies beat stronger. She could only nod her head at him. Encircling his arms around her waist Cato lifted Luctra off the ground. Luctra ran her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, the muscles twitching under her hands until she placed them gently on the back of his neck. Her fingers unconsciously began to play with the short hair at the base of Cato's skull. They were eye level now, their faces only inches apart. The look in his eyes was new to Luctra, she had never been looked at like this before, like he was dying of thirst and she was water. But she wasn't sure what it meant, she was getting more confused. Cato could see the questions in her eyes, did she really not know what his eyes were saying? Holding her tight to his body Cato backed them into the waterfall without bumping her leg.

Cato pulled her tighter to him plastering their upper bodies together as the strong falls washed over both of them. It was so intimate just holding each other, so pure that he didn't want to move. He was getting lost in the sensations her fingers were sending through his body as she ran them through part of his hair. Her head was against the front of his shoulders and he could feel her lips resting against his skin as she shielded her face from the heavy downpour of water. Lost in the moment he began rubbing his thumbs over the small of her back in return. One hand slowly traced up the feminine curve of her spine, and he felt her shiver as he did it.

Luctra loved the feeling of Cato's wet skin against hers', her lips dying to take a taste of the skin underneath them. She felt his muscles twitching and flexing under her hands at the back of his neck. Gaining some confidence she then ran her hands down over his shoulders, over his biceps which flexed as her hands ran over them, down to his muscled forearms, strong and built from years of sword training, a thick scar running over one. She traced the same path back up his arms feeling feminine power for the first time as he flexed under her hands, again leaving them to rest on the area between his neck and shoulder. His caresses on her lower back were sending wave after wave of electricity up her spine with every stroke. She arched into him as his fingers ran over her spine and down again. She had never been in a position like this before so maybe that was why she was reacting so strongly. Either way she was lost in the moment completely. After a few minutes Cato picked her up again and backed them out of the waterfall.

"Keep holding my shoulders." He told her as he dragged his hands from her lower back and circled his hands over the bare skin of her hips above her pants, only to stop on her belt buckle at the front. He groaned when Luctra had closed her eyes while he traced his hands around her hips. He flicked open her belt buckle. Luctra's eyes snapped open wide with alarm sucking in a sharp breath. This was going to be the first time she ever let a man take off a piece of her clothing. Staring into her eyes, his face completely focused Cato popped the button and began to unzip her pants. There was a change in the look in Cato's eyes after she had inhaled sharply. Luctra had seen that look in Cato's eyes before. It was the same dark possessive look he had on his face when he vowed to prove her wrong in the elevator. The hunter's eyes.

Her pants were completely undone now. Cato saw the nervousness behind the desire in her eyes.

"I'll be as gentle as possible." Cato promised her holding an open flap of her pants in each set of his fingertips. Luctra wasn't sure he was just talking about getting her pants off without hitting her gash when he told her he would be gentle. His fingertips were so close to where Luctra's body wanted them to go, but where her mind was also terrified they would go.

Luctra could only manage a small nod. Cato looked down to his hands as he slipped them around the top of her pants pulling them down gently. He guided the material over her firm rear stopping it just under the edge of it. He kneeled down in front of her, his eyes now level with her belly button and her womanhood. Her underwear matched her bra and covered a lot more area then most the girls he had been with. It was classy and Cato once again was surprised by Luctra. Even her underwear was taunting him, saying that she was everything he had never had before. If it hadn't been for the water Cato wondered if he would be able to smell her arousal. He let out a low growl and refocused.

Luctra heard the growl from deep in Cato's chest. It was the sexiest thing she had heard from a man before. Did he make that sound when he was having sex? It was so animalistic, so possessive, that a wave of heat rushed to her core and her stomach muscles tightened in anticipation. Anticipation of what, she didn't know.

Looking down at the wound Cato saw that if he dragged the pant legs down together he risked scraping the sealed part of her leg with the still intact hip section of her pants. He took a piece of the ripped material on each side of the gash and jerked it apart.

Luctra gasped and dug her fingers into Cato's shoulders when he ripped the material of her pant leg upwards. She felt a rush of excitement at the demonstration of power and at the recklessness of it. Cato heard the gasp and felt her fingers dig in to his shoulders. He would tear off all her clothes like that if that was how she reacted. Luctra was really making this hard on him, pun intended. And what was worse was that she had no idea what she was doing, it was all natural reactions. There was nothing fake or ulterior motives. She was turned on because he had turned her on. His inner animal puffed with possessive pride.

Her pulled down her pants the rest of the way purposely dragging his fingertips down the back of her good leg. He felt her shiver and she was leaning heavily on him now and he bet if he continued touching her leg like that, her leg would give out. 'Would that count as being knocked to the ground again?' He wondered playfully. Reaching his hand up he placed it on the small of her back and pulled her down, bringing her waist on to his shoulder in effect throwing Luctra over his shoulder. Using only his legs he leg pressed up and lifted her off the ground enough to slip the pants off her feet, then put her back down. Her pants were completely off now and Luctra straightened up off his shoulder, returning her hands to their previous place. Cato took the time to inspect the full damage to her leg. It started at the front of her leg about 4 inches below her hip it started cutting down her thigh to the outside, probably because she was rotating as the rock caught her, getting deeper in the middle of the gash. Her hands still on his shoulders Cato leaned forward on the balls of his feet moving forward a little, his outside shoulder moving past her leg so he could move his head and see how far down the back the gash went.

Luctra stared down at Cato's muscular back. The urge to drag her hands over the muscles and feel them twitch was getting stronger every moment. The way it was flexing as he moved to look at the back of her leg showed her how strong it was, she imagined that with a powerful back like this Cato could put a lot of power and control it his thrust while making love. She wondered what his back would look like with her finger bruises along it from her clinging to him as she rode out a strong wave of pleasure. She wasn't surprised at the possessive nature of her thoughts. She was losing control and she didn't know how to stop.

"You got some luck on your side. It missed the artery and ligaments." Cato told her moving back in front of her looking up at her. Luctra looked down into Cato's eyes. The image of Cato kneeling in front of her in his boxers his hair soaking and sticking out at odd angles, water dripping down his face and staring at her with something akin to worship would be burned into her memory forever. She imagined him looking at her like that and taking her leg over his shoulder, then burying his face into her folds flicking his tongue over and over until her leg gave out and she was only being held up by his physical power and her brought her over the edge.

"That's good." She said huskily. 'Play the game. Get out of here alive. Save Dash.' She barely understood what that meant anymore. She couldn't remember why she had avoided situations like this all her life anymore. The excitement was intoxicating. Cato looked up at her noticing the change in her voice.

"I need to clean it fully." His voice was a deep rumble. She nodded as he stood up and lifted her back into the water, but not as far this time. In her state of current arousal and inability to focus on anything else she did manage to notice that even when Cato touched her in the same place he already had, like picking her up, she felt a charged reaction every time.

Her hands hadn't left his shoulders so again when he kneeled down she stabilized herself on them. Cato wanted those hands to stay gripping his shoulders forever. He briefly imaged her bracing herself on his shoulders as he sat against the cave wall with her on his lap, using them to lift her body up and down over his throbbing erection. Cato reached behind Luctra and began cupping water in his hand, throwing it at the gash at the back of her leg. It hadn't gotten that dirty so it was clean in no time. Standing up again he picked up Luctra turned them around and backed himself into the falling water. He kneeled down onto one knee this time right in front of her so close that he could have reach out his tongue and touched her stomach. Catching one of those drops rolling down was almost too tempting, but he somehow knew if he did it she would freak out and might not let him touch her again. He had to keep her under the spell that was holding them together right now. He brought Luctra's bad leg forward to the inside of his knee in front of his body. Holding her calf in his hand he brought her shin to rest against his abdomen and part of his chest. The water fell over him and her bad leg as Luctra tried to hold onto his shoulder tight to keep her balance while still letting the water fall onto the gash. It was too hard for her so she slowly lowered herself down onto the ground.

Cato felt her starting to sit and held her leg tight to his chest to give her some resistance. As she lowered herself down to his level the animal thundered in delight. She was now sitting in front of him on her rear leaning back on her hands as he held her leg by the calf against his body. The animal in him recognized this as a submissive move, that Cato should get on top of her and claim her as his. But the raging red wound on her leg kept the animal in check. He ran his hand over the wound tenderly knocking out the dirt and washing away the stray blood. Luctra kept biting her lip and gasping as he ran his hand over her thigh. Sometimes because it would hurt and sometimes because it would send a pleasant shock up her body.

'If she gasps one more time and or bites her lip again I am going to lose it.' Cato thought gritting his teeth to stop himself from listening to the animal which was beating down his practical mind harder and harder. Thankfully the cold water was keeping his erection at bay for the most part still. He deemed the wound clean enough and looked up at Luctra. She was breathing heavily her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths, her lips parted slightly as she panted. He imagined what it would be like to hear her panting into his ear as she fought to control the fire he started inside her.

Cato was holding her calf and looking right through her. She was scared because she didn't know what her own eyes were telling him. She wasn't ashamed of whatever was happening, physical was physical, what scared her is that she knew herself and in order to have the physical she had to have trust. And she knew she couldn't trust Cato. Her body was doing one thing while her mind was doing another. The recess of her mind told her this was all about getting away from Cato alive. Not to anger him by rejecting him or challenging him. She had to believe that.

Cato let go of Luctra's leg tenderly placing it down on the rock beneath them. The hunter in him recognized the look in her eyes as pure desire, while the practical side recognized the fear of the unknown. As long as that fear was there she would never let him completely have her without regretting it later. He moved his arms under her and picked her up bridal style, then carried her back into the cave. Cato put her down on her good foot on 'her side of the cave' letting her stand alone for a moment while he spread out the towel on the floor. He brought her into his arms bridal sytle again and laid her down slowly on the towel. His arm got pinned behind her back as she laid down bringing him down with her, hovering over her. It was a tense moment for both of them. Luctra was staring at him with anticipation and confusion again. He knew she was waiting for something but that she had no clue what she was exactly waiting for. The moment was broken by beeping.

Another parachute had arrived. And it had broken whatever spell Luctra had been under because her face tensed and she looked away from him.

"You should probably go get that." She was looking straight at the wall when she spoke. Cato sighed and pulled his arm out from Luctra, missing the skin to skin contact instantly. Getting up he walked out of the cave and to the side of the waterfall. There in the same spot as the last one had been were two parachutes one with a big box marked '2' and a smaller one marked '4' detaching them both he carried them inside the cave.

"There's one for each of us." Cato said bringing her box over to Luctra's side. In the time that he had been gone she had collected herself and brought herself back from the edge of sanity that Cato had put her on. She could stay off that edge as long as she didn't look at his mostly naked body again. The game was the game but she couldn't play one with rules she didn't know anymore.

"Thank you." She told him digging into the box. He had hoped she would expand her gratitude to her leg and bring up what had just taken place so he could see what she thought, gauge how much and how deeply she had been affected by it. But no such luck. She had pulled away again. This girl was going to be a challenge if she could go through what happened under the waterfall and then ignore that it happened, what she had felt, what her body had told him she was feeling; so shortly after it happened.

Cato opened his box and found a huge down comforter. He unfolded the top and was about to jerk it out to spread it when a shine caught his eye. Opening the next fold of the blanket he saw it. A knife. It was small and basic but he could tell it was sharp. Brutus was letting him know that he wanted him to kill Luctra and because of Cato's actions Brutus was only going to him in the basic tool so Cato would have to draw out her death if she fought back. It was a punishment for showing any emotion other than the heartless need to kill. Brutus was a cold sadistic son of a bitch and Cato wasn't going to play that game. He wasn't going to be his father if he could help it.

Luctra opened her box and found a new pair of pants and a new long sleeve shirt. The only note read:

Wash garments appropriately.

Well that was a stupid message. Did he mean that she shouldn't shower with other tributes? Was there something in the water she needed to know about? Or was it a secret meaning….going on a hunch Luctra took out the shirt and looked at the care instructions tag. There it was. The real message.

Dash ok. Keep Cato's attentions up. Capitol interest in it not fight to the death.

So Finnick wanted her to keep the, whatever it was, going with Cato because the Capitol was loving and demanding more of it so the Gamemakers would leave them alone to progress, as long as things were interesting or heated between herself and Cato. Well she had bought time for her leg to heal; as long as Cato didn't figure out she that she now had an ulterior motive. But the problem was her body wasn't faking and everything she feared about attraction and her inexperience were going to get her in trouble one way or another. 'Am I playing the game, or is Cato playing me? The question was like a bucket of ice over her, for now.

AN: Was that enough Cato and Luctra goodness? Told yah that Luctra wasn't just going to drop at Cato's feet. She's attracted to him but she's gonna fight it all the way. Also I am going to be bringing up bites of Cato's past to explain his character better along the way. I have a set plan for certain tributes but there are a few I am on the fence with right now.

Also do not worry! Cato's character will remain true as the next chapter showcases. He is a killer and has an anger issues. Those are not forgotten by any means. If your hoping that Cato will completely lose that then, well, your bubble has been burst. Luctra is no exception to being on the receiving end of it as you will soon see. My version of Cato is like an onion, to quote Shrek, there are many layers. :D

See you next chapter,

Rayn