Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, etc. All created by Suzanne Collins.

We kept each others gaze.

"I'm not gonna let go."

All 12 districts have at least a single train station. Obviously the Capitol has plenty.

District 2 is the third largest of the 12 districts; District 1 being the first, followed by District 12. Even though the 12th district is the most run-down, and is lucky to have a single train station with probably two or three running trains.

Each train speeds at 250 miles per hour. And, the more you have, the more places you can go. The more places for the trains to take people you need away from you.

When I was younger, I stayed at the station as the train left, carrying my Aunt Enobaria – as she was a mentor for the tributes – and whoever had either volunteered or been chosen. I didn't wave to her, I didn't say good bye, and I didn't cry. Even though it was more likely than not going to be the one time of the season I saw her.

As I became thirteen, this way of farewell at the stations was destroyed for me, by me.

"Ninety... Ninety one.. Ninety... err, two..." I grunted as I pulled myself up, going on one hundred chin-ups. It was just the beginning of my day at the training center, and this was merely a warm up. "One... hundred." I gasped as I dropped myself down. I turned and Cato was just finishing up.

"You tired?" he asked, grinning. I told him no, and he said the same. I was just exhilarated. I was physically tired; not mentally. Not yet, at least. We went over to the spear-throwing station, and got to work.

I can throw just about anything, to be honest. While training, I use throwing knives primarily. But I like to mix things up, and practice with spears. For Cato, spear throwing is his favorite way of killing someone. He can throw one about seventy yards, but at the time, he could get about fifty yards. I'm lucky to get thirty.

I've also used arrows. I throw them the same way as knives. I can also use a bow and arrow, too, and they do go farther than my knives. About the same as my spear throwing length, give or take a foot. I'm well rounded with sharp objects that can kill someone.

Gymnastics were just another way of walking for me; like a second language. Agile may as well be my middle name. Cato was pretty quick and stealthy on his feet, too, but it wasn't his forte.

The obstacle courses were my favorite part of training. They were also last, so it gave me something to look forwards too. A usual course consists of floors that shake, move or give out, spears coming from the sides, and a few human components. I've done a few courses that were done while hanging from a thin line, stretched over twenty yards. Those were the most fun.

After training, Cato and I would go and get lunch with a few of our friends, but he insisted that only us two go that day. I quickly changed out of my gym clothes and met him outside the building. Then, we walked towards our usual restaurant, a burger and hot dog joint called Leap Year. The name didn't really mean anything, or that we knew of, but it served the best cheeseburgers in the entirety of District 2.

In the middle of one of our conversations on the way to lunch, Cato switched the subject. "Clove, I need to tell you something. And I don't want you to be mad."

"I keep telling you," I said, looking towards him briefly, "I don't give a damn if you have a girlfriend, okay?"

"It's not that. I-"

"Then what is it?" I didn't mean to cut him off, but I accidentally did.

"Will you fucking listen to me?" Cato stopped walking, and I looked at him and nodded 'yes.'

We sat at a nearby picnic table, and I stayed quiet while he began to speak. "My mom got a job offer in the Capitol." My eyes widened. This was either good, or just plain terrible. "She turned it down. They then told her that it wasn't a request, it was a demand. Since District 2 is the closest district to the Capitol, we're being forced to move to the border of it. My mom will have to cross into the Capitol each day to go to work. I'm still in District 2, though, so I'll have to train. I'll still be here, just-"

"Just on the other side of the district!" I snapped, and it was probably louder than it should have been. "Can't you stay here? Why are you leaving.. it's.. it's a day's trip by train, and I can hardly afford one trip there... I-"

He cut me off. "Clove! Just be quiet for another god damn minute!" Cato was clearly distressed with the situation, too. "I'm leaving tomorrow evening. I'm not allowed to stay with my uncle Brutus, because my mom wants me to be able to get away if I need to. So I'd have to be sixteen." I felt tears filling up in the back of my eyes, and I blinked. Cato noticed, because he put a gentle hand on my cheek. "Two years, and I'll be back. Only two years. You can get through it, Clove." He moved his hand away and pulled up his shirt a bit, showing where I'd signed my name on him. "And you don't need to worry about me forgetting you, either." I managed a weak smile. He pulled me into him gently and brushed his lips against mine. "Clove, I love you. Don't you ever forget it."

I nodded, melting in his grasp. We could've stayed like that forever, but we didn't want to draw attention, so we went back on our way to Leap Year.

Did he mean as a friend? No. Friends don't kiss each other on the lips. Right? It's pretty messed up if they do. But then, I'm thinking boy with boy or girl with girl. Not girl with boy. Or.. I don't know. I kept thinking about this as we made our way to his house. We wanted to spend some time together, maybe I'd spend the night, and be together in the morning, since we didn't have training the next day.

We sat next to each other on his bed, watching TV. Nothing truly interesting was on. Caesar Flickerman was interviewing some designers from this year's Hunger Games, but neither of us found it interesting. I turned towards him, and saw that Cato had been looking at me. There was something in his expression I couldn't quite see. I asked him what was bothering him, because I knew something was.

"You don't have any way of remembering me." Cato said quietly. I thought for a moment. I'd remember him no matter what, but I saw his point.

"I guess you're right, Cato," I replied. He rolled over so his body was facing me. We were eye level, and our eyes that were on the same plane were stolen by the others. I came closer to him, and so did he. Our bodies touched, and his warmth quickly filled me.

Cato leaned forwards, and this kiss was anything but gently. It was fueled by fire, igniting in the gasoline that may as well have covered my lips. I was pulled onto him, and opened my mouth to allow him to enter his tongue. Our mouths savagely went at the others, and Cato's shirt and jeans found their way off. He broke it off went he realized this, though.

"Hey," he whispered, grinning. "I'm practically naked compared to you."

I smiled, and pulled off my shirt. I reached behind me and undid the bra clasp. My pants soon followed. Cato pulled me back down for one more kiss. Then he slid down my boy shorts and rolled on top of me.

The moment I felt his hand touch my skin between my legs, I had to bite down on my tongue to hold in a moan. I heard him murmur 'let it out' and I allowed every noise to come out of my mouth from then on. He let his fingers run over my folds for a bit, before putting a finger into me.

My eyes were wide and I let out a long, drawling moan. He slowly began to move it in and out of me, thrusting, and then added another finger. Cato gradually sped up, and I was soon soaking wet. He pulled out his fingers and locked his lips against mine, to conceal my whines for more.

"Please..." I whispered, breathlessly into his mouth. He pulled away and looked at me for a moment. Spread before him; at his will. Cato pushed off his boxers, and his member sprang lose.

I'm going to guess that six inches was pretty big for a fourteen year old. And I guessed that he was in the middle of puberty. Cato's voice had dropped what may have been an octave last month. He positioned himself and held onto my hips gently.

He tried to push in as painlessly as possible, but by his moans I'm guessing I was very tight. When I felt him push into me completely, I threw my head back, and it was probably a shriek, but I can't remember. In the next moment, Cato's mouth was on mine and he was thrusting into me. The more I moaned and grabbed at his back, the faster and harder he went.

Since it was the first time for us both, neither of us lasted very long. Probably seven minutes at the most. After he emptied himself, Cato collapsed on me. Even as we fell asleep, we were still one. United.

Fuck. I was going to miss him for the next two years.

A/N: Hey! Guess what! I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT SEX. It isn't surprising, though. Right? Try being a semi-clueless virgin and writing about it. It isn't too easy to over – or under – do it. Oh well. That's not the main focus of it, anyhow. Please review. And thanks for all the favs/story alerts/reviews! Review review review! Thanks guys!