Fair Warning: The beginning of this chapter is an extended, graphic sex scene. You've been notified.
The door barely shuts behind us before I pounce on him. He catches me easily as I wrap my legs around him tight. I feel his hands grip my butt, simultaneously arousing and steadying me.
"You weren't joking," he manages between kisses.
"Nope," I trail kisses across his jaw to his delight.
He pulls me closer into him and I grind my hips against his, causing both of us to moan in pleasure.
"I want you so bad right now," he mumbles into my mouth.
I pull my face back a couple inches so I can look into his eyes.
"Take me Peeta," I demand, not even a trace of sarcasm in my voice. "Make me submit to you. Fuck me until I'm yours."
I see the change in his look, the transition from arousal to lust, always coated in a healthy dose of our magical love. No matter how wild we get, it's always yet another manifestation of our love for each other.
My words bring both of us to action. I release my legs' grip on him and he sets me down. We go to work on each other's clothes. I almost tear his shirt off while he does the same to mine. I reach down and start undoing his belt and his pants, and I can't help but to feel his growing erection beneath them. I stroke it from the outside and he growls as he forcefully slides my own pants down my legs. I take his boxers with his pants, leaving him naked once he shakes them off his ankles, along with his socks and boots. I'm soon left in just my black lacy bra and panties, which from the look in my husband's eyes, are quite attractive to him.
"Do you like?" I motion to my lingerie. "I don't think I've worn these before."
He nods enthusiastically, still staring at my boobs. I giggle, causing them to jiggle a bit, and his eyes widen.
"Enough gawking," I firmly say after a few seconds.
He snaps out of his daze and we crash into one another, our lips meeting in a frenzy of need. I reach behind myself to unclasp my bra, but he stops me gently.
"No," he shakes his head slightly. "Leave them on for now."
I nod and feel his one of his hands grope me over the fabric, the other quickly sliding under my panties and finding my wet folds.
"Oh baby," I groan when he slips a couple fingers inside me. My eyes slide shut and I surrender to his touch.
"I want to taste you," I hear him whisper in my ear breathily. "I want to bury my tongue inside you."
I'm unable to speak, so my pathetic attempt at a nod will have to suffice. He understands and I feel him lift me up with ease. My back falls into the soft surface of the couch and I peek my eyes open. Peeta kneels in front of me. He grasps my hips and forcefully pulls me towards him.
I run my fingers through his hair, then possessively grab some, yanking his face towards my arousal. I see the slight smirk on his face before it disappears between my legs.
Quickly, he uses a couple fingers to pull my panties to one side, giving him access. The next thing I feel is his tongue tracing every inch of the outside of my pussy, flicking my clit when he goes past. He's teasing me, I realize, but it feels far too amazing for me to protest.
When his tongue finally slips inside me, I come to the realization it's been far too long since he's done this. His hands have ahold of my thighs as I squeeze them on either side of his head, refusing to let him deviate at all from his target. He keeps stoking my fire until it's a raging inferno, consuming me in a build-up of sheer ecstasy.
"Don't stop," I beg in a tiny voice. "Please baby, don't stop."
"Come for me Katniss," he pleads before he darts back into me.
The feeling of his tongue exploring my walls sends me over the cliff. He holds my legs in place while I writhe uncontrollably, his name escaping my lips louder and louder. When he finally brings me back down to earth, he lays a series of soft, loving kisses over the outside of my quivering lips.
"You're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted," he declares with a wide smile.
"I could say the same about you," I whimper, still experiencing aftershocks. "Get up here and kiss me Peeta. Now."
He listens, and soon his lips, still soaked with my juices, cover mine. I cradle his cheek with my left hand, while my right reaches down and finds his rock hard erection. I stroke slowly while we kiss.
"Kat," he mumbles, groaning between smooches.
"I want you inside me," I request not too politely. "I want you inside me right now."
When he makes a move to enter me in our current position, I quickly stop him. He gives me a questioning look, but instead of a verbal answer, I move. I turn my body so I'm laying lengthwise on the couch, then flip over so I'm on my stomach. I turn my head to look at him, telling him with my eyes to get over here.
He's almost giddy as he throws his leg over mine and lines up behind me. Once again, he moves my panties to the side. To help him, I lick the inside of my palm and reach behind, wetting his length to aid in his initial thrusts.
I feel him enter me, slowly at first. My legs aren't spread wide at all, his knees on the outside of them, and as a result, I'm much tighter for him. He continues pushing into me, his hands firmly gripping my butt, until he's finally buried all the way inside me.
"Do it," I coax. "Back up and slam into me."
The good husband he is, he listens. He starts off at an even pace, but begins increasing his speed as I goad him along. He lifts my hips up a bit as he pounds harder and harder.
"Fuck Kat, I'm going to come," he groans eventually.
"It's my turn," I inform him. "It's my turn to taste you."
His thrusts get even more powerful as he edges closer to his release.
"I'm there," he moans.
As he pulls out quickly, I turn as fast as I can and take him in my mouth, using my hand to stroke him at the same time. I look up at him and our eyes lock. His hands tangle in my hair as I work my way up to taking his entire erection in my mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh," he moans loudly as I feel him explode. I don't dare tear my eyes away from him as I slide down his cock, hungry for every drop of him. I massage his sac to make sure he's expelled his whole load.
I clean him with my lips as I move back. He's still staring into my eyes, so to show him, I part my lips a little, revealing his come pooled in my mouth. Then I swallow all of it in one go.
"Holy shit," he mutters.
"Did you like that?" I ask as I lay back down, needing a few minutes of rest.
"Mmmhmm," he nods, his smile growing.
I pull him down to me and he pillows his head on my breasts. I bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, and revel in his weight on top of me.
"I was right," I whisper.
"Hmm? About what?" He asks.
"How delicious you are," I explain with a smirk.
"Is that so?" He teases gently.
"Don't get all smug," I warn sarcastically. "It just so happens that I greatly enjoy how you taste. Pure coincidence."
He laughs softly, his head vibrating on my chest.
"I guess we're lucky then," he chuckles. "We both love how the other one tastes. It's a good thing we got married."
"You got that right," I giggle softly. "Hey Peeta?"
"Yeah?"
"Next round is whatever you want," I promise him. "Remember, I said anything."
He smiles against the lace of my bra.
"What if I told you all I want right now is to make love to you slowly, you on your back, while we stare into each other's eyes?" He quietly asks.
My breath hitches at his sincerity, the obvious love in his tone and request.
"Please," I beg, swallowing hard.
"I wasn't finished," he informs me with a smirk.
"Oh," I raise my brow, surprised. "Please, continue."
"After we make love like that, would it be okay if we, um, maybe, uh-" he stutters nervously.
"Peeta," I coo, gently threading my fingers through his hair. "Tell me."
"I want to fuck you in the bathtub, like we used to do at home," he blurts out.
I start getting wet again just thinking about it, how incredible the sex we had in our bathtub at home always was.
"I'd like nothing more than that," I confirm with a whisper.
Needless to say, my mom takes care of the twins for a while longer.
When we do eventually get around to retrieving our children, we're both almost frantic until they're back in our arms. While we both obviously enjoy our time alone together, repeatedly I might add, nothing can compare to the time we spend as a family, just the four of us.
"Thanks mom," I smile down at Eve, who's happily playing with the end of my braid.
"Anytime," she smiles back softly.
"Come on boys, your girls want to go cuddle," I tell Peeta and Josh.
"Hear that buddy?" Peeta whispers to Josh as he follows me down the hall. "We get to go cuddle with the two most beautiful girls in the world. Aren't we lucky?"
I blush, even though he's not even directly talking to me. Just the tone of his voice alone would cause me to turn red.
Back at our place, we sit on our bed, the twins between us. They can sit up on their own now, and it's plainly obvious they'll soon be crawling. We try to help teach them, but it just descends into a fit of giggles.
"Eve, be nice to your brother," I mildly scold when she unceremoniously shoves him out of the way, both of them trying to get to their daddy. She looks back at me when she hears her name, and, seeing the look on my face, turns back around and gently nuzzles her head against her brother's.
"Peeta look at that," I whisper in wonderment. "Have you ever seen anything more adorable?"
He has a huge, proud smile on his face watching his children. Just that smile would make me going through labor again worth it.
"Thank you," he whispers while keeping his eyes fixed on the twins.
"I didn't have them just for you, you know," I smile. He chuckles. "I actually think I love them more than you," I challenge.
"That's just not possible," he shoots back.
"Wanna bet?" I grin.
"How exactly can we decide who wins?" He makes a good point.
I shrug.
"Maybe this is just one of those time where you'll be forced to admit that your wife is right," I declare.
"Fair enough," he sighs happily. "You definitely had the tougher time bringing them to us."
I scoff and snort at the same time, and he laughs at the sound I make.
"And don't you forget it, Mr. Mellark. The next time I get pregnant, I expect that you'll know what you're doing, and I'm going to keep you on a much shorter leash."
He shudders at my words, and I can't tell if that's good or bad.
"You'd really give me another baby?" He asks so softly I strain to hear it.
I look down at our children happily playing between us. Eve has made it over to Peeta and is inspecting his wedding ring, something they both love to do with both our rings. Josh has migrated to me, and I pick him up and cradle him against my chest, feeling our hearts beating in synch.
"I won't give you another baby," I tell him. Predictably, he misunderstands, and his face falls. "I'll give us another baby," I clarify. His face lights up with a beaming smile.
"Tease," he accuses.
I stick my tongue out at him childishly.
"That's not making it any better," he says, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
I giggle and lean towards him, giving him a peck on the lips.
Soon, all four of us get drowsy after the long, emotional day we've had. Without it being voiced out loud, we lie down. Peeta carefully picks Eve up and moves her to me as I turn on my side. He immediately spoons into my back, letting me use his left arm as a pillow. His right arm drapes over my waist, and his hand finds our children. We fall asleep, Peeta protecting the three of us.
We're woken far too often by banging on our door, and this is certainly no exception. I wake first, and I have to tread carefully to get out of bed without waking my family up. Peeta whimpers in his sleep but doesn't wake when I remove myself from his arms.
I don't realize until I'm at the door that all I'm wearing is Peeta's t-shirt over my bra and panties. It barely reaches halfway down my thigh. I shrug, not really caring all that much, and swing the door open just enough to peek my head out.
It's Haymitch.
"What do you want?" I gruffly ask, making it obvious he interrupted our sleep.
"Can I come in sweetheart? I need to talk to you and the kid quickly."
I sigh and nod, opening the door wider. He comes in, and when he moves towards the couch, I almost blurt out why he really shouldn't sit on it. I stop myself, remembering that Peeta actually did clean it before we went to get the twins, although I'm sure if Haymitch knew what happened on it mere hours ago, he'd likely get sick.
"Let me go get Peeta," I say once he's seated.
Peeta's not too hard to wake up, once I stick my tongue in his ear that is. I giggle at the sleepy look on his face, and practically drag him off our bed. I glance at the twins, who are both still sound asleep. I debate moving them to their cribs, but decide on just keeping the door to our bedroom open so I can keep a watchful eye on them.
I make Peeta sit in one of the plush armchairs and unceremoniously plop down sideways in his lap.
"Okay, we're both here," I state the obvious.
"You're not going to get dressed?" Haymitch asks, motioning to my bare legs.
I shrug.
"Why should I, when my husband's just going to undress me so soon?"
That shuts him up.
"We need to talk about Scarlet," he begins. We nod for him to continue. "Your report made it to command, sweetheart. She's being brought up on charges, including insubordination and refusal to follow direct orders from a superior officer."
"Do I have to give a statement or something?" I ask, actually finding myself willing to do whatever's needed.
"It's still in the preliminary stages," he explains. "During her initial interrogation, she claimed you exhibited a repeated habit of singling her out and humiliating her because you were jealous of the way your husband looked at her."
That bitch. Does she really think that's going to work?
"Can Beetee get the security cam footage from the training center?" I ask both the men.
"That's genius sweetheart!" Haymitch smirks.
"I did single her out, and I did humiliate her," I admit. "But only because she refused to follow orders, refused to stop trying to seduce Peeta, and refused to recognize my authority."
"Well, we'll have to see what happens, but you're a Colonel while she's a dishonorably discharged washout. I can't imagine anybody believing her over you, especially if we can get footage."
"Let's hope so," Peeta adds. I notice he's remained quiet since we started talking.
"Is that all you needed?" I ask Haymitch.
"One other thing we need to discuss," he holds up his index finger.
"What's that?" I sigh.
"I think I know who the other traitor is," he says quietly.
Peeta and I have identical look of complete shock on our faces, our jaws both hanging open.
"Who?" Peeta manages to ask.
It's Haymitch's turn to sigh, running his hand through his already messy hair.
"It's going to sound crazy, but Beetee and I have pretty much confirmed it," he gives us a disclaimer.
"Just tell us," I demand.
"It's President Coin. The other traitor is Alma Coin."
What? How is that possible? She's the President for crying out loud! Why would she betray her own people?
"How? What?" Peeta asks, confused.
"She wouldn't do that to her own citizens," I defend her for some reason. I may hate her, but I was always sure she was a loyal person.
"Think about it," Haymitch gently prods. "Who are the only people affected by the information the spies passed to the Capitol?"
Silence falls over the room while Peeta and I come to the sickening conclusion Haymitch speaks of.
"The Victors," I whisper painfully.
"Exactly," Haymitch nods knowingly.
"Why would she want us dead?" Peeta asks, almost panicking.
"Who knows? Maybe she doesn't like how popular we are with not only the people of 13, but the rest of the country. Maybe she thinks she can use our deaths as a sort of martyrdom to energize the rebellion. Maybe she just doesn't like us. Whatever the reason, she's the one who's been betraying us from the very beginning."
"Oh my god," I mutter in disbelief. "Haymitch we have to do something."
"I agree, but we don't act until we're positive we can succeed, and have irrefutable proof of her treason."
"We have to kill her," Peeta sadly observes.
Haymitch nods somberly.
"It's the only way to ensure our survival," he quietly reveals.
"Who else knows?" I want to know.
"Just me and Beetee, and now you two."
"We have to talk to everyone else," I respond. "They have the right to know."
"Obviously," Haymitch says sarcastically. "I told everyone to meet here in about an hour. So maybe you should put on some pants sweetheart."
I narrow my eyes and glare at him.
"Hey Haymitch?" I say sweetly. "That couch you're sitting on? Before you got here, Peeta fucked my brains out on it, multiple times."
His face crumples in sheer horror and I giggle at my revenge. Peeta just shakes his head with a small grin, obviously embarrassed.
"I haven't wanted a drink this bad in months," he mumbles staring at the carpet.
"Sorry," I apologize, but it's not very sincere at all. "You can wait with us for everyone to show up. We just need to feed the twins and move them to their room."
"Can I feed one of them?" Haymitch asks hopefully.
"Of course," I smile. "Come here," I motion him towards me as I get up out of Peeta's lap.
I lead Haymitch into our bedroom where the twins are sleeping on our bed. I almost burst into tears when I see that they're very gently holding hands.
"I've never seen anything more perfect," Haymitch quietly remarks.
"I know," I agree. "Sometimes I wonder how we deserve something so pure, so inherently wonderful."
The look he gives me is one of the most serious he's ever thrown my way. It reminds me of the few seconds before I got on the hovercraft to go to the Arena.
"Nobody deserves this more than you two," he doesn't leave any room for argument. "You and the kid were meant to be parents, whether you like it or not. Isn't it obvious? Maybe you don't realize or see it, but you are a spectacular mother Katniss."
I nod slowly as he quickly envelops me in a hug, and I again silently thank the universe for bringing him into our lives. He may piss me off sometimes, but he's a part of this family forever.
"I think Eve would love it if you gave her her bottle," I whisper as I kneel on the bed.
I gently pick Eve up, kiss her right on the lips, and hand her over to him. He's become a pro at almost everything having to do with them, so I don't need to instruct him at all. He patiently waits while I scoop Josh into my arms, giving him an identical kiss on his tiny, warm lips.
When we emerge from the bedroom, Peeta smiles widely at us. He's gotten two bottles out of the fridge and holds them out to us. Haymitch takes one and sits in an empty armchair, looking at the couch with disdain. I chuckle.
Peeta hands me Josh's bottle, then I gently shove him backwards until he's sitting in the chair again. I resume my position on his lap and turn so he can see his son while I feed him.
I glance over at our mentor, and the soft smile on his face is one that only the twins can elicit.
After Josh is fed and burped, I give him to his father so I can put on some clothes. I slip on some cargo pants and one of my 'MELLARK' uniform tees, matching Peeta's current outfit.
I let Haymitch tuck the kids in while Peeta and I watch from the doorway.
He closes the door gently behind him, and makes sure the baby monitor on the coffee table is turned on.
"Don't worry," I assure him. "They're fine."
He nods but I can still see the concern in his eyes. It makes me chuckle, seeing what I so frequently deal with on his face.
Everyone starts arriving, Finnick and Annie first, of course. The last few people end up having to take seats on the floor, even with Annie and I sitting in our husband's laps. Haymitch refrains from passing on the details of what transpired on the couch earlier.
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice," Haymitch begins, sitting with Effie. "The reason I've called this meeting is because Beetee and I are almost positive we know who the remaining traitor in 13 is."
There are audible gasps around the room and everyone intently listens to Haymitch, eager to hear his next words.
"Before he tells you," I interrupt. "Please remember my kids are sleeping in the next room. So please don't be too loud when you find out. Thanks guys."
Everyone nods in understanding and agreement, remaining silent.
Haymitch takes a deep breath, unsure as I am at how the next piece of information will be received.
"The traitor is President Alma Coin," he states evenly.
There are louder gasps, hands shooting to cover mouths. Then, deafening silence as the room processes.
"Now before you tell me that's not possible, hear me out," Haymitch holds his hands up, palms forward. "Beetee and I realized something. The entire time we've been here, the only people directly affected by the traitors are sitting in this room. That led us to believe whoever it is would benefit greatly from our demise. Logically, it makes perfect sense that Coin wants us out of the way. Whether she wants to make us martyrs, use our deaths to inspire, or simply hates our popularity, we don't know. Frankly it doesn't matter all that much. What matters is we have to do something about it."
"We have to kill her," Johanna whispers, coming to the same conclusion we did.
"Yes," Haymitch nods. "She has to die for us to succeed."
"We're going to stage a coup?" Finnick asks.
"Simply put, yes," Beetee answers. "I have studied footage from various high-level meetings and private conversations where the subjects thought they weren't being recorded, and have compiled a list of officers who I believe will gladly join us."
"Can we really pull this off?" Chaff asks the room, looking to everyone individually.
"Yes," I answer firmly. Everyone turns to me. "We are going to succeed, if only because we have to. We can't continue to risk our lives under her rule. Peeta and I were supposed to be safe here, and both of us have been shot. We're going to make sure this works, because we can't afford not to. Our children deserve that."
"She's right," Effie adds quietly. "The only way this will work is if all of us are on board together. When we all work together towards a common goal, nothing can stop us."
"So I'm only going to ask this once," Haymitch continues. "Are you in or are you out?"
He begins by looking to his left, where Chaff sits.
"I'll do whatever it takes," Chaff relays.
Next is Wiress.
"I'm in."
Then Mags. She just nods.
He skips Beetee for obvious reasons, coming to Finnick and Annie.
"Absolutely. We're doing this for Josh and Eve," Annie answers for them. I give her a look of complete gratitude, and both of us begin to quietly cry.
When Haymitch looks to Johanna, she scoffs loudly.
"Like I'd miss a chance to hurt that bitch," she grins sadistically. "Oh I'm in alright."
Finally Haymitch and everyone else look to Peeta and me. I thought it was fairly obvious where we stood, but they still want an answer.
Peeta beats me to it.
"Coin's days are numbered," he says with steel in his voice. "She's tried to take away our friends, people we love."
"We're with you," I add, making eye contact with every single person in the room individually. "Until the end."
"Good," Haymitch exhales after a couple minutes of silent contemplation. "This is going to take a lot of planning and perfect execution. I know we can pull this off, but it's not going to be easy."
"We're not doing it because it's easy," I instantly retort. "We're doing it because it's the right thing to do, because it has to be done. Because we can't walk away with a clean conscience without giving it our all."
This profoundly affects everyone, and Peeta's grip on my hand and hip get tighter as he pulls me closer to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and gently kiss his neck.
"Sweetheart," Haymitch gets my attention, "I think it should be you who kills Coin."
My head snaps to him and I can see he's deadly serious. I turn back to Peeta, and read his eyes. He's telling me he's behind me no matter what I decide, but I know he doesn't want to me to do it. He'd never come out and say it, though, unless I goaded him into it.
I slowly face Haymitch again, firm in my resolve, safe in my decision.
"No," I simply tell him. "I'm not that person anymore. I'm a mother."
"You didn't hesitate to kill those soldiers on the rescue mission," Haymitch points out.
My glare at him intensifies ten-fold.
"That was completely different, and you know it. They were going to kill us, I had no choice."
"Coin wants to kill us," he almost snaps, getting frustrated with my attitude. Right back at ya, buddy.
"I said no," my anger rising. "I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I will not change my mind. My place is right here, with my husband and our children, not out there in the chaos murdering people."
"You don't sound like you're too invested in this," Haymitch grunts.
"Don't you dare question my wife," Peeta suddenly growls. "Our family has sacrificed enough already. You asked, and she said no. This is the last time we're going to say it."
Peeta defending me like this always makes me love him a million times more, and because of what we've already spent most of our day doing, I feel myself quickly becoming aroused by my husband's words. I try to control it aware we're decidedly not alone.
"Fine," Haymitch finally huffs his acceptance. "Any volunteers?"
As he looks around the room, a pang of guilt rises in my chest. Because I refuse to do it, one of my friends, somebody I love, will be forced to face Coin and kill her. Peeta senses this quickly and whispers in my ear.
"You made the right choice. Everyone knows that, nobody can ever blame you for protecting our family."
"I'll do it," I hear the silence break.
And just like that, Johanna Mason has volunteered to murder the President of District 13.
"Jo," I sigh sadly, "you don't have to do this."
She turns to me almost angrily.
"Shut up brainless. You know as well as I do that it must be done. It can't be you or him, and we all know that. It's okay, Katniss. I want to do this for us."
I realize how serious she is when she calls me by my first name. I find myself almost throwing myself towards her, wrapping her in an emotional, tight hug. To my utter surprise, I feel her arms around me, holding on just as fiercely.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"You deserve peace," is her gentle response.
Once I'm seated back in Peeta's lap, Haymitch wraps the meeting up.
"Well I guess that's all for right now. We'll begin planning right away. Why don't we plan on meeting here every night at the same time? If anyone becomes suspicious, tell them we're having game nights, or watching a movie, or playing with the Mellark babies. I know all of you can come up with a sufficient lie," he smirks.
Everyone agrees readily to the plan. As they start to leave, everyone individually comes to Peeta and me and vehemently tell us how proud they are, how much they admire our courage and all-consuming parental love. We reply that they're the brave ones, and we agree to disagree.
Finally, we're alone again, and neither of us even thinks about moving just yet.
"I've never been more proud of you," Peeta says suddenly.
"I'm a coward," I protest.
"Don't you ever say that," he quickly demands. "You are the bravest person I know. Don't lie to me, you would gladly kill Coin if you thought it was the right thing for us, correct?"
"Yeah," I admit quietly.
"But you didn't even have to think about it. You just knew. You understood that there was no way you could do it, that your responsibilities as a mother outweigh anything and everything else, even something as important as this."
"I was also thinking of my duties as a wife," I add.
"I love you," he declares with a kiss.
"I love you too," I give him a kiss as well.
"Does your offer from earlier still stand?" He asks giddily.
"Which one is that?" I bite my lip, trying to drive him wild.
"Fulfilling my fantasies," he answers sheepishly, almost shyly.
"That's a standing offer baby," I explain.
"Really?"
"Yup," I kiss him across his jaw softly. "What's your fantasy tonight?"
"Never mind," he backtracks, "it's dumb."
"Hey," I take his face in my hands. "Tell me. I want to do it, whatever it is."
He stares into my eyes for a few seconds then reluctantly nods.
"I want us to make love like the first time," he whispers. "Like we did the night before we got married."
His words send a shiver down my spine as my mind takes me back to that night. How we gave each other our virginities. How I was on my back under him, and for the first time, I felt him inside me. The ecstasy we both experienced repeatedly. The cuddling afterwards, melting into one another in a mess of sweat, tangled limbs, and ripped sheets.
"I told you it was stupid," he sadly mumbles when I'm silent.
"It is not stupid," I tell him with conviction.
I stand up, tugging on his hand, wanting him to get up with me.
"Let's go," I gently coax.
I look him dead in the eye then speak lowly, but with absolute certainty.
"I want you to take my virginity again."
A/N: Yet another long chapter. I was going to end it originally with Haymitch's big reveal, but when I stopped, even I hated the cliffhanger. So, I decided to write about the beginning of the idea for the coup-d'etat.
A lot of you guessed the traitor was Coin, and it was hard for me to keep my mouth shut for this long. Truthfully, I had been planning on her being treasonous since she was introduced in 'It Was A Lie'. I never liked her character, not even a little bit, so I'm going to like writing about her downfall.
Do you guys think the Victors will succeed? Will there be support for them from other officers and citizens? Does Coin have enough of a stranglehold on the District to squash any resistance? Will this affect the war effort? We'll find out, I guess. So stay tuned!
Thanks as always for reading and reviewing!
I'm not sure if I'll get around to the next chapter of 'Top Of The World' today or not. If I do, it'll be posted sometime in the evening.