I promise, it won't hurt Chapter 6, a hunger games fanfic

Chapter 6

Next morning I wake with a new lightness to my heart; breakfast goes by quickly and we had to training, and that's when I can feel the world's weight on me again. Today was the last day of training. We would have less exhausting training routine today, but enough to keep our muscles used to the routine. Then, tomorrow, we would warm up and go through the testing for approval. That's when I would get my permit to go to the Capitol and kill Snow. But I wasn't relieved, or anxious or expectant. Why? Wasn't killing Snow my great motivation? If that wasn't it, then what could it be? I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay in with Johanna because I knew that as soon as we got on that hovercraft and flew to the Capitol Johanna and I wouldn't be able to touch each other as we wished. No, no, no. I want to go there. I'll go there. And I will kill Snow just like he killed Rue and my father and… and Elsa. Just like he stole Peeta away from me. Johanna bumps me with her hips distracting me from my thoughts.

"I'll be waiting for you in our room after lunch and your stupid meeting with President Coin." Johanna goes on to our room and I'm desperate to get there. Whatever it is we're gonna do, I want it! I finish eating quickly and go to the meeting eagerly, leaving Coin suspicious, but as I keep on bouncing around during the meeting, she decides to ignore my anxiousness. She goes on babbling and I'm waiting for her to provoke me so I get a reason to get mad and run from the room. But she never does, so I have to wait for the babbling to stop and for her to dismiss us. I'm the first out of the room and I practically sprint to my room, but not before noticing Gale's suspicious and hurt gaze.

I burst into the room making Johanna jump right off her bed into an attacking position, ready to stab anyone who was about to attack her. Worryingly, I notice there's a knife in her hand. When she sees it's me her eyes soften and she quickly hides the knife under her pillow and sits on the bed.

"Hey, brainless. How was the oh-so-interesting-and-important-meeting with Coin?" She asks me. Her so-openly mocking tone distracts me for a moment.

"I have no idea, Mason." I say pacing towards her. "I had something else keeping my mind busy." I'm about to sit on top of her when it hits me again- Johanna had a very lethal-looking knife in her hands a few seconds ago. "Where did you get that knife Johanna?" I ask her, making sure she will hear how serious this is and how worried I am. Johanna looks around, faking an innocent face and saying a long 'well'. "Johanna Mason. Where. Did. You. Get. That. Knife?" I repeat authoritatively.

"Well… It certainly wasn't from District 13's elite protection weaponry" Johanna says trailing off to pretend it was no big deal.

"Johanna! How could you?" I turn away from the bed. She stole a knife from Coin's personal security armory! "Do you have any idea of what they could do if they find out you stole a weapon for you to keep, from Coin's personal security weaponry?!" I exasperate at her.

"They certainly can't kill me know." Johanna says waving the knife as if to say that now that she's armed nobody can get even close to her, unless she gives permission.

"Johanna!" I exclaim incredulous that she can't see the danger she got herself into.

"What?! You rather have me take an axe? 'Cause that would be so much more discrete!" Johanna shouts back. I huff and turn away again. Johanna embraces me from my back. The knife is no longer in her hands and she kisses my shoulder making me tickle. "I know you're worried, brainless." she kisses me nearer to my neck, tingling me "but I need it." She kisses me where my neck connects with my shoulder and my stomach bubbles. "I feel safer with it" she kisses the nape of my neck, sending jolts of electricity down my spine. "I feel that I can protect you better" she kisses midway up my neck. "And it's a pretty darn good knife." She finishes explaining herself, kissing all the way up to my chin and earlobe and she only stops to bite it and snatch a moan out of me.

"So…" I clear my throat for her not to notice how thick my voice is with need and desire. "You did this to protect us?" I ask turning my face to have a better look at her from this angle, and feeling her lips so close to mine. Oh, what three days can do to a person! I still miss her. I'm still needy of her and sensitive even to her name. Well… More than I was before. Johanna chuckles lightly.

"No, brainless. To protect you." Johanna answers in a soft purr. CALM DOWN! YOU MUST HAVE CONTROL. I can feel the fire burning my lungs, heart, inner legs and brain. Am I hyperventilating or am I actually on fire? Or what is going on with me? Johanna narrows her eyes as she gets a bit closer, brushing her lips on mine. She's provoking me! She wants me to give in. Ha, let's see who wins this game. She sighs, tingling my lips with her hot, fresh breath. NO. I. MUST. NOT. GIVE. IN. And then she hugs me tighter, pressing her groin against my butt firmly and moans throatily against my lips. The little control I had is completely gone. My own mind seems to boil away as I lunge forward and trap her lips in mine. We take each other violently as Johanna turns me around and bumps me against the wall pressing her body against mine with despair.

The pressure she's putting on me is overwhelming and I'm barely supporting myself on my tiptoes. Johanna seems to notice my effort as she slides her hands down my behind and grabs my tights firmly pulling them up. I take the momentum to wrap my legs around Johanna's waist, giving her more space to touch me and extinguishing any space that was still between us. Taking advantage of my position and the pressure Johanna is applying on me against the wall, I start rolling my hips against her instinctively, making both of us moan into each other's mouths.

Johanna mumbles something that gets lost in our kiss. When we finally break the kiss I'm panting, in desperate need of air. "Sorry, I didn't understand what you said" I say between gasps. Johanna kisses my neck as her heart beat decelerates.

"I said, 'Fuck you Katniss. I wanted to tell you how awesome that knife is but you just drive me crazy'." Johanna answers me and resumes to kiss my neck.

"Oh, I thought you were trying to provoke me." I say feeling bad; maybe I misinterpreted her and kissed her when she only wanted to keep on talking.

"I wasn't trying, brainless. I was provoking, and achieved my goal." And she goes back to kissing my neck again. Whaaaat? ... I'm confused.

"But you just said you wanted to tell me about your knife…" Johanna looks up to me again rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I wanted. But you drive me crazy, therefore I couldn't." Once again, she goes back to the kissing making me roll my eyes with pleasure and slightly buck my hips against her.

"Oh, so" I begin, but I'm quickly interrupted by her.

"Will you please shut up! I'm trying to focus on this!" I look startled at her. I didn't notice I was annoying her. "Gods, Katniss!" Johanna groans in frustration and buries her face in my hair. I wait, unsure of what to do when she breathes deeply and tightens her grip on my thighs. "So, the knife has a lethal poison that will kill anyone in a few seconds with a simple scratch, doesn't even need to actually make the person bleed. But, it is connected to two people's DNA, making the knife's poison inactive if, for some stupid reason, it touches the wrong person. Before, it was connected to Coin and one of her assholes, but now I turned my DNA in with a few drops of blood and yours with your hair. There, you have it." she finishes with a frustrated sigh. That's soooo cool!

"That's— It's amazing." I tell her.

"Glad you like it. Wanna take shower, brainless?" Johanna asks with a smirk. I nod at her grinning. She presses her body even more against, rolling her hips, sending a jolt from there up my body. And licks my neck all the way up to my chin, making me shiver. "Good, 'cause you're needing it." She winks at me and helps me down. I have to support myself on the wall because of my shaky legs, before locking the bedroom's door and following Johanna to the bathroom.

We quickly undress each other in between kisses and go to the shower. After we clean up, Johanna pulls me under water, with her, and starts to kiss me again, as if her life depended on it. Although I more than enjoy it, it leaves me uneasy for I'm used with Johanna being passionate but controlled and with measured action, not so desperate.I break the kiss and hold her face between my hands.

"Is everything alright?" I ask, holding her close to me. Johanna's lips tremble as she tries to swallow a sob and a tear falls down her cheek, reddening her eyes.

"I'm just nervous. What if we don't get through it? What if I don't pass the test and you go to the Capitol and I never see you again? What if we die there, in the Capitol? What if we lose the war and they capture us, or even worse, they capture only one of us? This is my last opportunity to kiss and touch you as I like." She stutters through her sentences as her tear dries up. It's been a while since I noticed that no matter how much she sobs, Johanna's tears have a hard time finding their way out of her eyelids and she mostly does the sobbing sounds but never truly cries.

"What about this… what if I go back in time and kill the person who had the stupid idea of joining those two words in one question, and I just take advantage that I'm already back in time and I forever praise the person who had the brilliant idea of saying I love you for the first time?" I say looking deep into her eyes. She gives me a short smile and chuckles. "And I agree. You should kiss me and touch me before they steal away our privacy again." And with that Johanna goes back to kissing me, but this time she's kissing me like she did before. As if I belonged to her, like she was the one in command and with an insatiable hunger that I reciprocated with equal hopelessness of resisting each other.

Johanna starts to play with my breasts and moves her thigh between my legs making my head go giddy. She starts moving her whole body, rubbing her thigh against me. I moan into the kiss, determined that for at least this time I won't try to keep any sound in. Whatever it might be and no matter how loud it is, I'll just let it go. Her movements make my knees go watery. It's so different to do this standing; there's no stability. We always do it on her bed, so I never had this sensation of weakness and fragility, of not being able to keep myself up.

She seems to sense it as she moves her hands down to my waist. She grinds herself against me one more time before leading me and pressing my back against the wall. Johanna kept on moving one of her hands down until she reached between my legs. I gasp in anticipation. Heavens, I missed her so much. She slides her fingers between my folds, playing with them as she presses my clit with her palm, rubbing it. I try to mirror her, but I'm certainly not as good as she is because my mind isn't working and I can't help but to let out loud moans and groans and let my head fall on her shoulder as I claw her back and buck my hips with each movement of her fingers. I beg for more in desperation that it will be over all too soon, moaning her name loudly. If Gale had any doubts that I am Johanna's lover, they probably vanished by now.

I tense, just like in that first time, feeling like a bow as I press myself against her and she presses me against the wall. It's just like that first time, when I couldn't believe that it was actually happening. I notice her firm grip on my hips that aren't only helping our movements but also holding me up and against the wall, preventing me from falling. Apparently my legs have long forgotten that they are supposed to keep me up instead of bringing me down. And they seem to be quite dedicated in being a trembling dead weight as I try to firm them on the ground.

Johanna slides two fingers inside me and slowly starts moving them. "Johanna, I—" I try to talk but the feeling in my venter and the tension and the pleasure and her smell and her skin trap any intelligible words in my throat. I'm so close Johanna. I- I bite her neck in an attempt to tell her I can't last much longer as both our moans and groans are increasingly louder and harsher.

We kiss, or at least try to because we can't really block our unstoppable need for air in this instant; trying to make our final cry less loud. And when I give a final cry of the most pleasurable battle, as if I was defeated for never have I felt so fragile and exposed, I feel Johanna soaking my own fingers. Suddenly it feels like victory with Johanna moaning fervently into my mouth. We keep on moving our hips and fingers, slowly bringing ourselves down from this drugless high.

I bring my fingers up to my mouth and lick the juices off it. "Hmm. Oh Jo, I will never get tired of your taste."I tell her, a smirk stamped on my face.

Johanna kisses me, nipping my lower lip. What a surprise, my head just went spinning with the feeling and my venter is boiling all over again. She smirks at me, "Not until you find something sweeter. But I must admit I'm very fond of your taste, girl on fire." And my smirk is whipped out as I feel her fingers, which never left me, thrusting inside me again. She gives me a wicked grin. She didn't give me a second to breath, to fully relax. She didn't even leave me! Is it okay for- HOLY JOHANNA MA—

I grip her shoulders vigorously, gritting my teeth and shutting my eyes tightly. I try to keep hold of reality as I feel her moving in me, as I rock my hips against her, as she whispers sweet words to me, as I gasp and moan convulsively, as I hold on to her, as if my life depended on it. Oh, no one can tell me I'm the girl on fire; nothing can make me the girl on fire, not even Cinna. Only Johanna can set me on fire. Only her smell. Only her mouth. Only her hands. Only her legs. Only her body. Only her voice. Only her smirk. Only her mockery. Only her provocations. Only her eyes. Only Johanna can set me on fire. Only Johanna. Johanna… "Joha-naahg" My body shrieks with small convulsions that run through my body in shock waves. I hang onto her, afraid of falling. She gives me a long kiss on my head as I slowly ride off my orgasm with her fingers slowing their pace, giving me the opportunity to savor this magical moment to the very last second. Oh God, she sent me over the edge twice. Consecutively. How? I thought…

Johanna slowly slides off me and brings her fingers up, raising an eyebrow. Her fingers are exponentially soaked. I'm dripping off her fingers. She licks her middle finger and moans. "Hmmm. So good. Wanna have a taste sweetheart?" I feel my face burning even more. Surely I just created a new color of red. "Sorry, you're taking too long and wasting this precious juice." She says licking her index finger. Uff. I really wasn't sure I would like to taste myself, so her lack of patience saved me once again.

When I'm finally breathing again and I don't need any help to stand straight, we get off the bathroom and dry our bodies. Of course, my legs are still shaky, so I have to walk carefully. After that we ignore any compromise we might have for the rest of the day and collapse on Johanna's bed with our legs tangled, her chin on my head and me snuggling her neck. We both stay there enjoying the soft silence ringing through our bodies and our company as we slowly drift into sleep to only wake up next morning, ready to prove how ready we are. To go to the Capitol. To kill Snow. To make him pay for everything he has done to Peeta… and everyone 6