A/N: Two chapters in a row? Oh my god, I just couldn't stop writing! :D
Anyway, here's chapter eleven! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or it's characters :)
Chapter Eleven- A shower re-run
Peeta: Cato's Apartment: 10 minutes after Cato went to shower:
I wake up slowly, feeling more rested than I have in weeks, stretching my arms and blinking to clear my vision. As I sit up I remember where I'am and what I did. I should feel guilty. I know I should. I cheated on my wife! But I can't seem to bring myself to feel bad for having sex with Cato. It felt good. Really good.
In fact, it was mindblowing.
The running of water in the next room tells me that Cato must be in the shower. My eyes catch one of my shoes hanging limply by the headboard and I wonder where the other one has gotten to. Holding the sheet closely to my waist to keep myself covered, I duck my head under the bed and search for the stray shoe. Unable to find it, I turn round and stick my arm down the top of the bed, thinking that it's maybe fallen down behind when Cato untied the laces.
I could swear that my hand almost reached something very shoelike and this was what made me determined to reach the item. My tongue sticking out in concentration, I reach my arm out as far as it'll go, causing my other arm to let go of the sheet and brace myself against the wall, as I try and reach it.
Finally giving up, I sigh and rest my forehead against the cool wall. I better not have lost that shoe. I'm not walking home with one shoe on and one shoe off.
A whistle of admiration snaps me out of my thoughts and I whip round on the bed to see Cato leaning on the doorframe of the next room with a towel round his waist. The sight of his body makes me flush and feel self concious about my own since he looks like a chiseled greek god and I'm just . . . me.
"No, please don't stop your search on my behalf," he says before a smirk forms on his face. "Plus I was kinda enjoying the view." I close my eyes in horror when I realize I was kneeling on the bed with my backside in the air as I tried to reach the shoe that mightn't even be my shoe.
"Fuck," I murmer under my breath. Cato chuckles and sits on the other side of the bed, pulling me into a one armed hug.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed," he says. "If I had an ass like yours I'd be showing it off too." His hand dances down my back to the small, nearly touching my ass but not quite.
"I wasn't showing it off," I murmer.
"Course not," he chuckles, planting a kiss on my head. "You want to have a shower?" I take in my present hygiene status and decide that a shower would be a smart idea. The bathroom isn't too big but the shower cubicle is big enough to fit at least three people inside.
A shiver runs down my spine as the warm water hits my body and memories of last night flood back. I still can't help but feel dirty and violated even after Cato's reassurance that it wasn't my fault. I still did it though didn't I? If I was under the influence of drugs doesn't mean I couldn't of prevented it.
God, I'm such a whore.
I realize I'm scrubbing my arms so hard they're turning red and I immediately stop. Don't need to go down that road. I made a pact with myself long ago that nothing hot, sharp or harmful should ever touch my skin unless nessecary or medically needed. I made the pact with myself back when I first started dating Katniss. When things were kind of rough and Katniss was at her worst. Still, things got better. Well, at least I thought things got better.
"You OK?" Cato suddenly asks, making me jump at his sudden appearance in the room. I stay facing the wall, trying to fight back the emotions that thinking too hard about the past brings on.
"Yeah," I manage to answer.
A cold air hits my back as the shower cubicle door is opened and Cato gets in with me. "You don't seem OK," he says as he shuts the door again and he steps under the spray of water.
"I'm fine," I lie.
"No your not," he answers. "Was it something I did?"
"No," I answer, thankful I can actually be honest for once.
"You didn't enjoy earlier did you?" he states.
"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it," I mumble sheeplishly, continueing to stare at the wall. I feel his smirk burning into the back of my head and I scowl, my eyes tracing the lines between the tiles of the shower walls and trying to ignore the fact that he's right behind me and getting closer.
"Oh yeah?" he asks, his voice smooth as silk and sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm glad then." He presses his body against my own, pushing me flush against the wall. I turn my head to press my cheek against the wet tiles and try my hardest not to moan when I feel his arousal pressed against my ass. "Because I definetly enjoyed it."
"Your trying to kill me aren't you?" I ask. He laughs behind me and kisses my neck.
"No," he chuckles. "But I would love a re-run."
"Oh really?"
"Definetly. Ready for round two?"
I groan and push back against him, hoping he'll get the point. I'm not one for being very vocal about sex or when I want it or not. Katniss always took care of that sort of thing that I've become acustomed to not needing to do it myself.
"Come on baby, your going to have to tell me what you want," Cato whispers into my ear, making me shudder.
"I w-want . . ." I close my eyes and inwardly groan. Of course I have to stutter like an idiot. Cato presses his lips against my shoulder and drags them up my neck back to my ear.
"Your going to have to do better than that," he says teasinly. I take a moment to even my breathing before trying again.
"I want you," I say quickly.
Cato chuckles and nips my earlobe with his teeth. "That's all I wanted to hear," he says. He peppers hot mouthed kisses back down my neck and I feel my knees weaken at the wonderful sensation it sends down my being.
When Katniss dominates our sex life it's forceful and possessive. When Cato dominates it it feels right and the way it should be.
"Only this time we're going to talk," Cato says, resting his chin my shoulder.
"About what?" I frown. His hand sneaks round my waist and crawls up to my chest where he lightly rubs with his fingertips. The movement is so comforting I lean back against him and let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
"I dunno. Anything," his hand runs back down my chest to my stomach and gently tickles me, making me squrim. Damn it, I hate being ticklish. "I just want to hear your voice while I make you cum." I almost choke to death on some stray water when he says this which causes Cato to laugh at me. "Your so cute you know that?"
"Bunnies are cute," I reply. "I'am not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm really not."
Cato's grabs my manhood and squeezes, making me gasp and moan. "Yes, you really are," he says. Unable to form any more words as he grips me tighter and rubs, I let him win and relax against him. "Go on, talk," he instructs.
"I c-can't," I moan as he relentlessly strokes me.
"Your doing just fine right now," Cato mumbles, nuzzling my neck.
"But I-I don't know what to say," I say breathlessly.
"Say anything. I just want to hear the sound of your voice, it's so sexy," Cato murmers in response. "Or, if you want, I could do the talking?" He flicks his thumb over my tip and I groan, letting him know that I think that would be best.
Cato brings his spare hand up to the nape of my neck and presses a finger there lightly, this action already causing me to shiver. "OK then," he says. I breath slowly into the wall, waiting for his next move. "Sometimes, when I look at you, I can't believe that I'm here with you." His words are more sincere that I thought they'd be. He trails the finger at my neck down my spine and stops at the small of my back. "And I just want to make the most of it while I have you before you have to go back to . . . her."
The way he refers to my wife is with a tone full of venom. I don't blame him for it I guess.
"Why don't you then?" I whisper.
"I plan on it," Cato replies, grabbing my ass and kneading the flesh there. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I revel in his touch. "I'm going to make you forget all your troubles." His hand trails up my side and holds his fingers to my mouth. Knowing what's coming, I take them into my mouth and suck them as seductivly as I can, just to get him going, while moaning audibly. I know I've gotten to him when he presses me harder against the wall.
I brace myself against the wall and exhale slowly as the first finger enters me. The pain is still near enough unbearable but I try and think back to earlier and remember how good it was. When he scissors me I feel like I'm going to rip apart but then his fingers brush against that spot and a shockwave pulsates through my body. "Cato," I murmer as my eyes flutter shut.
"Yes baby?" Cato replies, starting to move his fingers in and out of me.
"I n-need you-oh god." He starts pumping my manhood again while still moving his fingers in and out of my ass. I feel overcome with different feelings and I struggle and squirm under his ministrations.
"What did I say about paitence?" he asks. I lay my head against his shoulder again and moan thickly.
"It's a virture," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Exactly." He smashes his lips against mine almost agressively and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. "Still, you ready?" I nod and he spares no time before he pentrates me. I bite back a whimper of pain and dig my nails into the shower wall. "I'm sorry," Cato whispers, hugging me tightly and running his hand in my hair comfortinly. "I'm really sorry."
"It's OK," I whimper in reply, shutting my eyes tight and waiting for it to pass. The pain soon dulls out and is replaced with nothing but a glorious feeling of furfillment. "Move," I whisper. Cato does as I say and slowly begins to move in and out of me. I moan as my body bounces between the wall and his body. His hand moves up my sides and lightly traces my nipples with his fingertips, making me moan and squirm even more.
"You like that huh?" Cato whispers, tweaking the area before lightly pinching too.
"Caattooo," I moan, scrabbling at the wall as I feel my climax getting closer. "I'm cl-close."
When I release it covers the wall and my stomach and Cato soon follows, filling me to the hilt with his seed. It's the most wonderful feeling I've ever had.
Seriously though, is this what it's like to be a woman?
I turn round on wobbly legs to face him and he smiles at me. The water washes away the mess on my body and I watch as it swirls down the drain. Cato wraps his arms round me and pulls me into a hug. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes, wishing everything could be as simple as this. Standing under the water, holding onto something to keep me anchored without worrying about anything at all.
"Your so beautiful," Cato whispers in my ear. "So, so beautiful." I can't help but feel good by his words and I turn my head into his chest to hide my smile. Cato presses a kiss on the top of my head and rests his chin on it.
I wish life could be so simple.
But my thoughts wander back to Katniss at home and I realize that life is never that simple.
Clove: A dark alleyway: 9:00pm
"She was arrested in the past?" I ask in a hushed tone. The blonde woman nods slightly and hands me a brown folder.
"Sexual harrassment," she whispers. "A long time ago. Back when him and her were first dating."
"Really?" I question. "Was it against him?"
"Yes," she answers in a small voice. "But he was also the one who bailed her out." The woman's blue eyes shine through the dark mirroring nothing but concern.
"Thank you," I say, "This will be very helpful."
"Know this and this only," the woman whispers. "I'm doing this because I'm worried about him. Not because I want to get my best friend slung in jail."
"I understand," I answer.
"They also have a book. A book of drugs. Search Johanna Mason's house and you'll find it."
"Why won't you tell me your name? You've been very helpful in this investigation," I inquire.
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," the woman hisses before turning and walking away from me. At last minute she stops and turns around and looks me dead in the eye. "Help Peeta Mellark before it's too late. Someday that woman is going to kill him because she'll lose her self control. Don't worry about who I'am. Worry about how your going to save him." With that, she's gone.
I sigh and look at the folder in my hands. One step closer to ruining Katniss Everdeen.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Since the sexual tension is completely smashed it's easier to write interactions between Peeta and Cato :)
Who's this reporting to Clove? The annoymous source she told Cato about? Who ever could it be? :O
Back by popular request: Teaser for next chapter!
"Katniss, please tell me you have another key," I ask as Katniss searches her pockets in a panic. She sighs and gives up.
"No," she answers. "I don't. Josh has it."
"Who doesn't bring a spare key?" Cato sighs irritably. Katniss shoots a glare at him and he returns it just as icy.
"We're going to have to stay here until morning," she says, looking back at me again.
Stuck. In the Casino. With my hormone wrecked wife. And the man I'm cheating on my hormone wrecked wife with. Till morning.
Fuck.
Ta-da! Please R&R! :D
