Chapter 14
Katniss's POV
"Katniss…Katniss…wake up! Please wake up!" I hear a voice say. The voice is one of anguish. Almost a sob. Am I dead? Suddenly, I feel a wet substance on my face. I open my eyes to see a tearful Haymitch. What? Haymitch? Why is he crying?
"Hay…mitch…." I say slowly.
"Katniss! You're alive!" Haymitch exclaims as he pulls me to his warm chest. "I thought you were dead! Why would you do this to yourself? Why?"
"You…you…said you didn't want me."
"Katniss, you foolish girl! I love you."
"What?"
"I love you. How could you not know that! I only said that to protect you. If I'd known you would do this…" he gestures to my rope burned neck. …" I never would have let you leave…I know it's selfish of me, but I need you. More than you could possibly know.
"You…need…me? You love me?"
"Yes, very much. Now let's get you home and cleaned up," he says as he wraps me in his arms and lifts me off the ground. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck. This is where I belong; in his arms. As I wrap my arms around his neck, I realize that I love this man. This brave, strong, drunkard of a man. Everything about him. His weaknesses, his faults, everything.
"Haymitch…?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I love you."
"I am the luckiest man on the planet to have you love me, Katniss. It is more than I deserve. I love you, too. Please, please never do that to me again. I will do anything in the world to make you happy."
"You make me happy just the way you are, Haymitch. You need not do anything else for me. Just stay with me."
"Always, sweetheart. Always."
We are back in the warmth that I have come to associate with Haymitch's house. He has given me some hot tea to help my throat and helped me into his bed. He joins me, enfolds me in his arms, tilts my chin towards his and kisses me. His kiss holds so much passion that I almost want to cry with happiness. In his kiss, I can feel how much he loves me. How much he needs me. As usual, he need not say anything. He knows that I know what he is feeling and thinking. Suddenly, I feel a stirring deep in my belly that I've never felt before. I don't know what this feeling is, but I like it. I want to keep feeling it. I want it to fill me up. I know from the way he is kissing me that he feels it too. He pulls away, but only for a split second as I pull him back to me. I know what he was going to ask. And the answer is yes, I do want this. I've never done this before, but I know I want to, with him, only with him.
As our kiss deepens, he slowly trails his fingers down my torso to the hem of my shirt. He lifts my shirt over my head and smiles.
"What are you smiling about?" I ask.
"You are so beautiful, Katniss. I haven't even fully undressed you and look…" He grasps my hand and brings it to his crotch where I feel his erection. "If you still don't believe I want you, then let me show you." By the look on my face, he says with a salacious grin,
"Oh yes, I plan on showing you, sweetheart. In every way possible. Multiple times if you will let me." Let him? I'll do more than let him, I'll make him, beg if I have to. But I doubt that I will have to do that. He wants me and what is underneath my hand proves it.
He then begins to reach behind me to undo my bra and does it with such finesse that I'm momentarily taken aback. He knows what he's doing. Good. I want him to show me everything he knows. After he is done with my bra, he reaches for my pants. I stop him.
"Wait…it's my turn." The hand that is still on his crotch moves to the button and zipper on his pants. Surprisingly, I make quick work of ridding him of his pants. I then reach for his shirt and rid him of that as well.
"My turn," Haymitch says lustfully. He reaches for my pants, and in one fell swoop, he takes off my pants and panties. I reach for his boxers and he springs free, his manhood on display for my enjoyment. I tentatively grab him. I'm not sure what I'm doing, so I caress him just a bit, stroking and reveling in the feel of him in my hand. I squeeze just a little, just enough to elicit a groan from him.
"Am I doing it right?" I ask.
"Right? Are you doing it right? It's perfect."
I smile with satisfaction at his words of praise. Being as I've never done this before, I'm doing well. I'm pleasing Haymitch. That is more than I expected. Now I'm feeling brave, so I lower my head down to his erection and open my mouth for a taste.
"Whoa…wait…if you do that, I won't hold out long. As much as I'd love for you to do that, I want to wait until I have pleased you first. Ladies first, right?"
"Such a gentleman," I say.
With that, he lurches forward and has me on my back before I even know what has happened. The sudden motion has moved my hand away from him. I miss the feel of him already. I reach out to reconnect, but he captures my hand and pins it the the bed above my head.
"Nope, I have other plans. Katniss, this could hurt a little being as you've never done this before. However, I will make sure you barely feel a thing except pleasure. With his other hand he traces his fingers down my belly to my sex. He looks surprised.
"What is it?" I ask worried.
"Oh, nothing is wrong. I'm just amazed at how wet you already are for me. I thought you'd need some priming. Clearly, I was wrong." He smiles a sexy smile that I've never seen before. The smile is primal and full of lustful intent. He continues his way south and slowly slips a finger inside me. I gasp. It feels so good.
"More, Haymitch," I moan. My voice sounds desperate and needy, fitting the situation.
"All in good time, sweetheart," he says with a bit of a laugh in his voice.
"What's funny?" I ask.
"You're so eager. It's funny."
"Well, you make me want you so much. I can hardly help it," I say.
"That's what I like to hear."
With that, he begins to move his finger inside me. In and out. Slowly as first then he begins to pick up the pace.
"Oh, Haymitch!" I cry out.
"That's it, sweetheart, let it build."
I feel like I'm going to shatter. I cry out his name one more time as I reach the height of pleasure and go limp.
"Was that a first, sweetheart?"
"Yes. That was amazing!"
"Good because I plan on doing that again."
"Yes, please," I say with a little too much enthusiasm.
Without further ado, he leans down and nuzzles himself against my entrance. I groan.
"Did I hurt you," he asked worried.
"No, it feels good. Please don't stop," I beg.
"Ok, but if at any point it begins to hurt, you tell me. Ok?"
"Yes"
"Good girl"
He wastes no time in continuing his carful, pleasurable movements. I feel the tip of him enter me and I am surprised that I hardly feel a thing. He looks at me questioningly, silently asking if he should continue. I nod. He does. Slowly, inch by inch he fills me until he can go no further. He is buried to the hilt. As soon as he sees that I have gotten used to the feeling of him, he starts to move. Just like he did with his fingers, he begins slowly and gradually picks up speed. I feel that same pressure building inside me. The feeling like I'm about to explode.
"Haymitch…"
"Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want," he says breathlessly. He is panting now as am I. "Katniss, tell me, he demands. When I don't immediately answer, he slows down.
"No, don't stop," I pant.
"Then tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want," he says with triumph in his voice. He knows full well what he is doing to me. He knows what I want. If he wants me to beg, then I'll beg.
"I want you, Haymitch. I need you!"
"Ok, sweetheart," he says with a satisfied grin as he begins to pick up the pace.
"Oh, Haymitch! I'm so close!"
"Me too, sweetheart. Come for me Katniss."
Finally, as I come undone, he follows suit with a cry of pleasure. I cry out at the same time. Our cries mingle together, the sound of satisfaction. As we finish, he collapses on top of me panting.
"Sweetheart, you are truly amazing," he says as he lies atop me.
"Haymitch, I can't even tell you how pleasurable that was for me."
"I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too, Haymitch."
He props himself on his elbows and gazes lovingly into my eyes. Grey on grey. Seam eyes to Seam eyes. He kisses me with such tenderness, that all I can do is think how much I love this man. When he breaks the kiss, he rolls off of me, onto his back and envelopes me in his strong, warm, loving arms. It is at this moment that I realize, for the first time, I'm not totally alone.
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