Katniss and Clove: Chapter Eleven
I can't stop thinking about her and fantasizing about her. She is taller than me and although certainly not stronger I enjoy thinking about what it would feel like to be crushed beneath the weight of her body. I know she isn't as inexperienced as she makes out, unlike other struggling Tributes she anticipates the weight of untested things like ropes and tools, she has good manual dexterity, good awareness of weight distribution and foot work. What could a girl from the seam know that is worth hiding?
I am both shocked and not at all surprised when Katniss is awarded a Showcase score of 11 out of 12. I was happy with my 10 but my mind spins out of control at the thought of her 11. I have to leave the room, Cato and the others think I am upset or angry but I am so turned on. I am highly sexed at the best of times but my mind is flooded with images for which I would award her an 11.
While my hand is still in my pants, after two orgasms, I cut across an awesome plan. I could pretend that I really was upset or angry, I could suggest that I befriend her and see if I can't learn what her secrets are. Cato is still raging when I reenter the room, rather than expressing the contempt I felt at his entitled attitude, I indicate that the girl on fire is certainly a problem.
I introduce my plan as though it was only just occurring to me and they are all immediately interested; our mentors, trainers, even the escort but most importantly Cato. I manage to make it seem like I am taking one for the team and I easily extract a genuine promise from Cato, before our entire team, that he will have my back with the other Careers. I can't be suspected of defecting - the consequences for me in the arena are deadly.
I cannot believe my good fortune, I am now free to make contact with Katniss. I suddenly realise that I want this more than I have ever wanted anything - I want her more than I want to win the Hunger Games. This realisation is so profoundly shocking to me, my whole life's work is on the cusp of being realised and abruptly I don't care?
It's not that I don't care - it's that I know deep down that I am so unlikely to win, my life will be over in less than two weeks and I will be dead having never kissed Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire. I will never have been held by her or tasted her kisses. This now, is the only thing now that I consider worth dying to try and win.