A/N: THIS CHAPTER HAS SEX. IF YOU DON'T LIKE SEX, DO NOT READ. I'll be adding some bonus chapters like this to this story over the next week or so. Enjoy! And if you're reading in 2021, reach out to me either via review or DM. I'd love to connect. I'm framing these bonus chapters as memories that Savera recalls as she looks back over her life as an older adult. I don't own Seneca Crane or HG characters, just Savera :) Let me say this once more, graphic sex and language below. Proceed only if you're over 18.

Also, I just updated Chapter 2. If you're interested, go back to the beginning of the story and take a look at Chapters One and Two. I've tried to edit them for grammar mistakes and just some little holes in the plot.

In the years since I lost Seneca, there are some memories that I must document. And this is one I will never lose.

The dress I wore that evening was gold and had a slit cut up to my hip. And the top of the gown had long sleeves that fit tightly at my shoulders and down my arms, but draped down exposing most of my chest and upper abdomen. My mother would most certainly never have approved of this dress. And that was one of the reasons why I loved it.

For the first time in my life, I could wear a dress that I felt confident in and not give a damn what anyone thought about it even if I was attending this party solely to be objectified by old men and women with money in the Capitol. It was a not-so-secret secret that many Victors had to subject themselves to certain parties where they were expected to perform certain actions. I, luckily, had escaped a role in prostitution, but my attendance at these parties periodically was required by President Snow.

Over the last few months, my hair had grown down my back and I was quite proud of the length. This evening, my stylist had chosen a fiery red hair piece to secure my long, brown hair with. He smoothed my hair back and pulled it into a high pony tail before beginning to slather the thick foundation, golden bronzer, and golden eyeliner onto my face. I hardly recognized myself in all the makeup, but it was certainly, Capitol couture.

When we arrived, many of the patrons were already rushing to the bathrooms to empty the content of their stomachs so they could gorge themselves with more food. It was moments like that which reminded me where I was. Even in District Two, there were many times we didn't have enough food to last through the week. Some meals were sparse so the fact that I was now surrounded by individuals who were used to eating and eating and eating was a new experience for me. In moments like these, I reminded myself not to get too caught up in this lifestyle.

"I'm going to sneak off now. I honestly don't care what you do tonight or who you're with, just make sure you make it home, okay?" Enobaria whispered in my ear as she dropped the key to my apartment back into my purse.

I was a little shocked at this sudden trust she placed in me. Many times, in the Capitol, I was closely watched, even as a winner of the Games, they wanted to keep close tabs on me. Before I could say another word, Enobaria slid into the crowd, grabbed a drink, and immediately began socializing.

My parents growing up were very conservative and held strict rules about dating and socializing in general. There had been only a couple of significant others who were allowed over to our home. Titus and Ostro had several girlfriends during their school years, but they mostly hid them from mom and dad. I never got much attention from the boys at my school so I never had to worry about trying to sneak a boyfriend in while mom and dad were away.

Since being in the Capitol, I was aware that they were trying to sell me as a sex symbol and that there was certainly inappropriate objectification of winners. It was a whole new world for me to go from having no eyes on me to everyone's eyes on me. My treatment wasn't nearly as terrible as some of the other tributes and there are some parts of my story that I just can't recall because of the bleakness that came with them and the trauma is just too great for me to be able to retell.

Seneca and I had been sneaking out for our nightly chats on the roof of his apartment complex for several weeks now. He had listened to me and asked thoughtful questions about my time in the arena. He never pressured me to share anymore than I was willing to and was patient as I struggled to find words to describe some of my actions in the arena and the horrors I had witnessed. I think he knew that there were some things I would never fully heal from and even though he was complicit in the planning of the Games, he seemed genuine in his attempt to amend his wrongdoing. He sobbed just as hard as I had when I shared about the recurring nightmares I had about Flux appearing in my room and the anxiety and depression that had sunk into my soul.

He and I kept coming back to this concept of wanting to change the Games for better. The Hunger Games were an important symbol of power to the Capitol. It was a powerful reminder to the districts who was ultimately in charge of the country. Seneca believed that in order to move on, the Games would have to become more merciful and society as a whole would need to become more inclusive. But obviously, if he expressed these ideas to literally anyone else in the Capitol, he'd be executed, swiftly.

It was no surprise that Snow had wanted me to keep a close eye on him. His ideas were radical and borderline seditious, but his work ethic strong and his ideas creative. Truth be told, Seneca's ideas made him more alluring to me. The way he crafted words made me swoon and fall for him. It was complicated; however, because he was still complicit in a system that was manipulating and oppressive to those at the bottom. I was still technically someone at the bottom being paraded as someone at the top. I never felt one hundred percent comfortable in my role as a Capitol citizen.

There are some things in your life that you do because they make sense and there are other things you do in your life in order to feel something.

The events of this evening were my attempt at feeling something. Because I had felt nothing but numbness and pain for the last year.

Seneca made me feel something even though our relationship would always be more than just a little complicated.

This evening, when I arrived, there were floor to ceiling windows on every wall of this massive event space at the top of one of the tallest skyscrapers in the Capitol. The floors were a sleek black tile and the lights appeared to be floating along top of the crowds of people socializing. The lights were soft and brought a very sultry vibe to the party. The conversation was already quite loud; however, and I had wondered for how long the alcohol had been flowing.

I floated around from conversation to conversation, making small talk here and there with the gregarious party goers. When a conversation got too uncomfortable, or a Capitol citizen tried to cross a boundary that I wasn't ready to cross, I'd simply smile, give a kiss on the check, and bid adieu before snatching a drink during my transition to the next cluster of party goers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Crane, dressed in an entirely white suit chatting with two women in the front corner of the room. At the moment, I was engaged in conversation with an elderly man who had only known life in the Capitol. He told me how much of a fan he was of the Hunger Games this year and that it was refreshing to see someone with intelligence and not just brawn win the Game.

Outwardly, I gave him the charm they wanted me to flash as a Winner.

"Oh sir, your words are making me blush," I said with a smile. "You're just too kind."

Inwardly, it was disgusting that I was nothing more than a reality TV star to him. He could never feel the pain I felt or the guilt I had over the blood on my hands.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath from where I stood and he immediately stepped closer to me and whispered in my ear," I'd love to see what else I can say to make you blush."

And with that I felt his hand at my upper thigh and adrenaline rushed through my body. Still, I was on thin ice with the Capitol. My instinct was telling me to punch this man as hard as my frail hands could and run to the other side of the room as quickly as possible, but my brain reminded me of the reality that I was living in.

As if on cue, I heard another voice join the circle.

"Everything okay over here?" The baritone voice asked and my eyes glanced over to see Seneca approaching us. The man immediately took a step back, but was still too close for comfort.

"Mr. Crane," The man said, clearing his throat. "How has the evening been treating you?"

Seneca was also under the influence. His words were slurring slightly, but under this magenta light, he looked absolutely delectable. I could feel the socialization kicking in and the booze running through my veins. Alcohol was still a new discovery to me and drinking in moderation a concept that was quite rare in the Capitol. My parents hardly had access to alcohol, but here it flowed freely and helped me cope many a night with the nightmares and trauma I carried with me from the Games.

"Quite nicely," He replied with a smirk. His beard was trimmed especially close and his piercing blue eyes met mine. "Savera, do you mind if we chat for a moment?"

"If you don't mind, of course," I looked at the man who begrudgingly nodded, signaling the end of our conversation.

A spark went through my body as I felt Seneca's hand on the small of my back. With the exception of a kiss to my hand when I had won the Games, this was the most intimate touch we had together.

"Hopefully I wasn't disturbing anything important," Seneca murmured as we continued walking through the crowd, his hand stayed softly on the small of my back, guiding me toward the bar.

"Not at all. He was just saying how he'd like to make me blush," I whispered back sharply, smiling at more party goers as we found a spot at the end of the bar. At parties like these, anything went and lips stayed sealed after. Anyone could do anything and there was

Seneca chuckled and raised a brow at me,"Oh my. It sounds as though I was interrupting something quite important. If you'd rather I go-"

"No," I responded, placing a hand on his. "God, no."

He looked at my hand on top of his before making eye contact with me again. I felt a warmth moving through my body as he held my gaze. His eyes were truly a beauty to behold. I held his gaze for as long as he let me before he nodded to the bartender to bring us both another round.

"I'll stay where I am, then," He responded with a soft smile.

I retracted my hand as soon as the new glass was placed in front of me.

"So, have you ever been to a Capitol party quite like this one before?" He asked me, taking a moment to stir the green drink in front of him.

There didn't seem to be anything different about this one than others. I had noticed a string of people running from the main gathering space to the bathroom at the beginning and there were several very close circles forming of men and women alike, but it was mostly just more of the same. Walk, drink, talk, smile, kiss on the check, and repeat.

"Quite like the others, if you ask me," I responded simply.

"Oh?" He responded. "You must not realize what's going on behind closed doors here. Do you realize what's going on behind closed doors?"

I furrowed my brow, confused as to what he was insinuating. He then gestured with his head toward the corridor behind us. I glanced over and saw a group of three people. A man and two women emerging from a room in the corridor. One of the women was hardly dressed; her breasts were literally hanging out of the front of her dress while she stumbled from the room. The man slapped her ass as the other woman came up from behind him in a drunken embrace. The three of them howled with laughter as the woman fell to the ground, breasts bouncing unrestrained as she spread her legs wide. She obviously had no concern for who saw what was about to happen.

I swallowed and looked back at him," I think I'm quite aware now. And unfortunately, I have been to a party like this before. However, at the other parties, I wasn't fortunate to have someone swoop in to save me from unwanted advances from grandpa."

Seneca tossed his head back and laughed before downing his drink in one sip. I looked at the precarious drink in front of me and hesitantly took a sip. It was sweet, but also had a sour bite at the end. I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"I can tell by your face that you love it," He commented. "Am I correct?"

"Best drink ever,"I responded sarcastically.

At this point, I knew that President Snow was expecting a relationship to develop between myself and Seneca. He had threatened to kill my family should I fail so there was a lot of pressure depending on my ability to seduce and ultimately fall in love with this man. The difficult part about this assignment is that I was actually beginning to develop feelings for this quiet rebel in the Capitol's walls. Physically, I was deeply attracted to him, even if was a few year my elder.

"So, I've been told by my mentor that I'm on a loose leash tonight," I said, tracing the rim of my glass with my finger. "She actually gave me the key to my apartment and said she doesn't care where I go or who I'm with so long as I make it home."

I watched Seneca nod and then swallow," Ah. Seems like someone's been a good girl. Gaining trust."

The way he said 'good girl' sent a chill down my spine and warmth between my legs. I hadn't had this sort of an electric response to any other person in the Capitol. And I had been in more than one intimate encounter over the course of my stay. I nodded, trying not to let my reaction be too visible on my face. If I were to seduce this man, I needed to stay as calm, cool, and collected as he was. At least, that was what Enobaria had told me in regards to seducing a man. I had asked before coming to parties like this in the past.

"But not too good of a girl," I retorted, sipping my drink, but maintaining eye contact with him. I watched him shift and wondered if he felt the spark, as well. "Sometimes, I like to be kept on a tight leash. I can be a little...naughty."

He tilted his head and raised a brow. He held my gaze for a moment before turning his body toward me.

"Naughty?" He whispered to me, "I'd like to see that."

His answer bold as his eyes trailed down my body. He leaned closer to me ever so slightly. The slit on my dress immediately felt like my right leg was on display. I watched his eyes go down to my leg and then travel up to my hip. "If you'd permit it, of course?"

Not a single man or woman who I'd laid with in the Capitol had asked for my consent before having their way with me.

He brought his eyes back up to meet mine and in that moment, my body was quite literally on fire. I shifted my body weight and was quite thankful for the thorough waxing I'd been subjected to the evening before. I was taken back to the first time I saw his young face and blue eyes peering into mine. This felt like the culmination of it all.

I smirked and nodded," Of course. Which room is available?"

I downed the rest of the drink and with that the two of us were nearly sprinting down that same corridor we had watched others trapeze down before. His hand was at my back once more and my body hadn't felt this light in such a long time. His hand belonged on my body, as far as I was concerned. It wasn't even that this relationship was the most healthy decision; it was that this was the closest feeling to excitement I had felt in a long time.

A small green light was on in the last room on the right. We made eye contact once more, making each other grin. Seneca opened the door for me and I walked into the dark room with candles all over. There was a canopy bed at the back of the room. I had a feeling I wouldn't be making it to my apartment this evening, but if Enobaria wasn't concerned, then neither was us.

Neither one of us hesitated much before turning toward each other. His hand came up to the side of my face and pulled my pony tail to hang over the front of my shoulder, sitting just below my breasts.

"You're absolutely stunning," He said softly, tracing my jawline before moving his finger down my chest.

We looked at each other for a moment before our bodies crashed into one another and our lips met. His lips were soft and smooth on mine. And the kiss was electrifying. The way his lips embraced and danced with mine made my body soar. Our lips moved in sync, softly at first and then with more force. His hands explored my body and I returned the favor. He was lean, but toned. I felt his tongue softly press against mine first before aggressively advancing. I remembered saying that I had a naughty side I needed to live up so I sneaked one of my hands from his waist where it embraced him, down to the back of his pants. I squeezed his ass more forcefully as our kiss intensified and he pushed me up against the wall.

"Feeling bold, are we?" He growled in response to my cheeky move. I narrowed my eyes and nodded. His heavily gelled hair was looking a little disheveled and I swore my body was on the brink of bursting.

He crashed his lips into mine again, this time in tandem with his hands trailing down my hips. His hands were kind and traced my figured delicately. They were welcome visitors who I hoped would stay. When he reached my ass, he squeezed forcefully with both hands and pulled me up so that I could wrap my legs around him. The slit in my dress parted further and he snuck his hand under the slit to find my bare bottom. My stylist had suggested no undergarments for that particular dress. His fingers found nothing standing between him and my bare ass. He spanked me once, eliciting a moan from me.

He brought his lips to my ear and whispered huskily," Now, I see a taste of naughty."

I ran my hands through his hair as he continued hoisting me up. I ground my hips into his crotch as he spanked me once, twice, and three more times. Each time, I elicited a moan that I couldn't control. His lips moved from my lips to my jaw and from my jaw to my neck. I closed my eyes and sucked the tender skin on my neck. The passion behind each bite and pull was electric and I had wondered why it had taken us so long to do brought his face up to mine and we pressed our foreheads together as he carried me toward the bed. At the foot of the bed, he placed me down delicately. He tore off his suit coat, tossing it aside. And he started to unbutton his shirt. I sat up on the bed on my knees and began assisting him in unbuttoning his shirt. He grabbed my hand softly and looked at me.

"We don't have to do this, if you-"

I placed a finger on his lips and shook my head,"I've wanted this more than anything else for awhile."

He smiled and held my gaze, as if seeking for more validation before proceeding. My fingers swiftly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt before dropping it onto the ground. I returned the favor of kissing his cheek, lips, jaw, and neck, biting softly as I made my descent. His chest and abs were defined and absolutely breathtaking. I took a moment to run my fingers from his sleek hair, down his chiseled jawline, and continued down his chest and abs until I made it to his belt buckle. I ran a single finger down the outside of his pants and heard a stifled moan from him. Taking this as an invitation, I cupped his crotch and squeezed firmly; he moaned.

"Now, you're really being naughty," He huffed, bringing his hands to my shoulders. He pushed the sleeves on my dress down, revealing both of my breasts. While I was distracting him below the belt, he reached out fondling my right breast first. The feeling of his thumb on my nipple sent shock waves through my body. I moaned aloud and then squeezed the bud. Quickly, he began doing the same to my left nipple. His fingers danced and thoroughly teased my chest; making love to each of them tenderly, but still with a bite.

He was absolutely distracting me from the work I was doing before so I dropped my hand from his crotch in pure ecstasy as he fondled my breasts and moved in to suck them. His tongue was warm as it circled my nipple and his lips soft as they sucked. I immediately felt wetness coming from between my legs and knew that at this rate, I would not last long.

"Your breasts are magnificent," He muttered, burying his face in them as he continued his assault.

"Your tongue is-," I groaned as he bit down softly, looking up to make eye contact with me. With his teeth softly surrounding my nipple, he licked my nipple slowly causing me to scream. Wherever the sentence had gone, it was lost forever now.

"Oh? My tongue is what-?" He said, sneaking in one more lick as he watched my body respond. "This dress has served its purpose. Don't you think?"

I nodded and with that he swiftly ripped the gown from my body. And there I lay, completely naked before him. I took this opportunity to unbuckle his belt and push down his trousers. Unintentionally, I pulled down his undergarments, as well, eliciting a chuckle from him.

"Eager, are we?" He whispered and I saw his hard erection emerge from the constraints.

He ran his hands down my body and slid a finger between my legs. The connection was the spark that ignited the rest of the fire. I immediately moaned as he slowly moved his finger in circles and become incomprehensible as he picked up his pace. He used his tongue to revisit my chest, suckling and teasing and sneaking a glance up at me every now and again. Making eye contact with him in the candlelight only warmed my body further. As he got closer to my body, I ran my fingers up and down the length of his member. It was large and he moaned at my touch. We touched each other vigorously and the noises we made had to have been heard for rooms down.

"Are you ready?" He asked quietly, meeting my eyes once more.

"Yes," I said surely. He gestured for me to turn around.

"From behind on the first time?" I asked with a raise of my brow as I turned around on all fours, breasts hanging low as he climbed onto the bed behind me. It excited me more than anything else I had felt in a long time. He spanked me twice more before lining up at my soaking wet entrance. The feeling of his body surrounding me from behind made me

"Only because you said you were naughty," He moaned into my ear as he pushed into me. Together we rode wave after wave of passion. He snaked his hands around to my breasts, holding on to them as he thrust one after another. He teased my nipples time and time again as he moaned into my neck.

He snuck his hand down to touch me between my legs in tandem with his being completely engulfed in me from behind. I squealed with pleasure as my climax rolled over me. His moaning continued as he held onto my breasts and continued thrusting into me. I felt his body quiver as he released into me, moaning as he grabbed my ass and collapsed. Hot, sweaty, and exhausted we fell onto the bed, breathing heavily as we looked at each other. I reached out my hand to cup the side of his face and immediately curled up closely to him.

"Magnificent," I said softly, curling up into his embrace as he kissed my temple.

He smiled wide,"I feel the same."

"Again?" I asked, raising my brow as I tossed my leg over his body and straddled him quickly.

So, in summary, the night I first had sex with Seneca Crane, we came not once, not twice, but three times. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

A/N: ;)