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A/N – Although I have edited this chapter so that it is more suitable for the younger teens out there I would still like to give a warning that this chapter does contain a mature content.

Chapter 6

Johanna pov

So my decision is made and I'm on a mission, I storm my way down to Special Weaponry, where I'm hoping that he will be. I'm in luck; he's obviously done with his meeting at Command. I stride up to him and he turns to me about to open his mouth to ask why I'm here, but he promptly closes it when he sees the look on my face. In fact he looks a little scared as I march up to him, so I give him a smirk, just to show I'm not here to kill him or anything and grab his hand. I don't say a word to him as I drag him out of there and along the corridor. I don't know exactly where I'm going but I have a rough idea, I overheard a conversation….Prim and another nurse talking about the Mockingjays liking to hiding in a certain store cupboards on level 6, so that's where I'm heading.

"What's going on, Johanna?" He asks eventually, extremely confused at my behaviour.

I pause in my track and slowly turn to him.

"I'm gonna show you the Johanna Mason way to let go of pent up emotions" I say in a seductive voice, looking him up and down so he gets what I'm talking about.

Then I see it click and a whole bunch of emotions flicker on his face at once….most notably desire, fear and a little confusion.

This will either relieve all the sexual tension that's been flying around between us or make it a million times worse.

….

As soon as the door is closed he grabs me and spins me so I slam hard against the door of the store cupboard.

The same instant his hands are on me trying desperately to free me of any clothing on my top half.

Before I know what is going on my hand has slid up his top and is pushing it off from the inside. A part of me has taken over that I haven't let out for a long time.

He trails kisses down my neck stopping at the flesh part between my neck and collar bone to bite hard that draws a loud moan from my lungs. I can feel him smirk against my skin, clearly pleased with himself for being responsible for the noises coming from me.

I start to return the favour, dragging my lips down his toned chest grazing my teeth over his defined stomach muscles ,very aware of this part of me has woken up that I had long since said goodbye to.

The beast inside me makes its way to the waistband of his trousers and I hesitate, looking up finally to his eyes. Hungry with desire, I slowly undo his belt and unzip his pants…..i fix my eyes to his and I can tell he is mad with want for this moment. When I slide my hands under the fabric of his undershorts I start to ache with lust, I hadn't realised how much I had craved this, the closeness of another human being on a physical level. As I do his breath catches in in throat and as I grasp him slightly harder, he moans and forcefully takes my arms and pins them above my head clearly battling for some sort of control over the situation. He leaves a path of soft bite marks trailing down between my breasts all the way down to my lower torso and stops just above the top of my pants, he lets go of my arms to slowly unbuttons me and pushes the fabric down past my thighs where they pool on the floor and I step out of them.

Everything seems to go in slow motion for a minute as he slides his hand between my legs, slowly, and I let out a very loud gasp as his thumb brushes the most sensitive part of me.

I can't contain myself any longer as I started to remove the rest of the garments that prevented me from my goal, I need him in me now.

When all barriers have been removed he pushes me against the wall harder and takes my weight as I grab onto his back and wrapped my legs round his waist.

When we connect I have to bit hard onto his shoulder to stop the noises that are just begging to escape from my lips, the last thing I want right now is for someone to hear this and interrupt.

The boy has some stamina, I'll give him that!

The next thing I remember is being covered in sweat and panting, his name still forming on the edge of my lips.

We both slide down the wall and sit until we can catch our breath. I begin to wonder if he's ever done that before, he certainly wasn't inexperienced….or at least if he was, he hid it well.

"Well" he breaks the silence. "That was unexpected….great, but unexpected" he laughs.

I don't say anything for a minute as I get up and put my clothes back on.

"Yeah, good job Hawthorne" I say smiling, as I pat him on the head and walk out the door leaving him there.

I'm not one for talking after, I just like to get out of there and avoid the awkwardness. Yeah so maybe I was a bit patronising but since when I have I been nice? It is what it is…using each other to get what we want….right? I mean we didn't even kiss on the lips….that's too intimate; it was just a way to relieve stress and built up tension. We both needed this. He knows that's all it was too, right? Oh who cares, right now I'm still riding the high, I missed this feeling…well apart from the disgusting stickiness between my thighs….that I definitely did not miss.

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