"I'm just holding onto what I have."
You never know how much you can realize about yourself in a heartbeat. Especially when you're laying belly-down on the pavement, a small pool of blood surrounding you. Make sure not to forget that a good fraction of that blood isn't even yours.
I'm not one to cry over a lot, honest. But losing Cato like that... It's enough to kill me. Such an important factor in your life. Add that to the chaos of the bloody-pavement scenario and you find yourself in my shoes.
I peeled myself of the ground to a kneeling position, a bit of blood mixing with my tears, staining my face as I turned to see Cato. He'd stopped walking away. I tried to tell myself to get up and get the fuck out of there, but I couldn't. And boy am I glad I didn't. My eyes stuck on the young man as he walked over to the one tree in the whole train station, took hold of the dagger that was forced to the hilt into the bark, and spent ten minutes, writhing and pulling until it was free.
Then he turned towards me. Cato cleaned the blade off on his shirt, which was now completely stained with blood, and walked over to me.
"Cato, I-" he cut me off by putting his finger to his lips, and tossing me the knife.
"I'm sorry. But, please, stay away."
Those words hit me like a runaway horse to the face.
I found myself on the ground again. All I know is that I must've looked so weak, so foolish to anyone else who saw me. I was crying over the boy I loved, that didn't love me back. He'd taken from me, only to give back bullshit. And I missed him.
I felt arms wrap around me, and I curled into the warm chest who's athletic arms carried me.
This is going to sound like an entire stack of shit, but honest to whatever God there may be, I woke up in my bed, wearing a clean change of clothes, and all of my wounds cared to. And it made me so angry. My eyes darted to the clock next to me. 6:45 AM. I'd slept for so long. This pissed me off even more.
I leaped out of bed, ran down the stairs with thuds - waking my drunk dad, which made him absolutely furious. To be honest, I might've flipped him off and thrown an empty beer bottle at him... - and made a beeline for Cato's home. I walked, at a fast pace. He wasn't that far away. Winter's darkness clouded my vision. Even though it wasn't cold, the sun took for-fucking-ever to rise.
I reached his door at 7 AM. No one except him was home. I knocked on the door and he opened it up almost immediately. I was pulled inside by the boy and as soon as the door was shut, our eyes were locked, and surprisingly enough, it was my own pair of arms keeping him away. I'd missed him, and now, I looked like I didn't want him. Was this some god damn dream? Was it all bullshit? Was I just going to wake up and have another year left to wait for Cato to come home?
No. I wasn't. Because then, I know for a fact that, I lost all regret and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him towards me.
We were on each other like crazy. Clothes went flying, hair was grabbed and pulled. Somehow we made it upstairs and to his bedroom. I still don't know how. I was naked as soon as the door was shut to his room and then he threw me on the bed. I was soaked by then, but he felt the need to put his face between my legs and - well, I wasn't going to deny him that.
I writhed underneath him, my muscles surging with pleasure, until I let go.
I came quickly, and as soon as I was finished, he came up and loomed over me, licking his lips with a wicked grin. I knew it was my turn and I scooted up to a sitting position as he went to lay down.
I pulled off his boxers to release him, and up it sprang. Nine inches was my guess. I tried to hide my surprise, but I guess I didn't do well, because he let out a crazy laugh, his eyes wild with excitement. We were drunk on our own happiness.
It took me a minute or so, but I managed to take half of his length. I guess that was good enough because five or six minutes later he came with a slight grunt and a drawling moan.
It took merely seconds until Cato was pounding into me, and we continued this, round after round. Fire growing inside us. Make up sex is honestly the best you can have.
At one point, a neighbor came and knocked on the door after one of our more intense sessions, and Cato went and answered the door without bothering to cover himself in any way.
Cato's raw physique was enough to scare the intruder away. And then, of course we were back at it.
We finally fell stopped at about noon, and fell asleep thirty or so minutes later. I curled up on his chest, with one of my thin arms around his abdomen. His arms hung on me loosely, hands meeting at the small of my back.
When we finally woke up, I took a pregnancy test, negative. Another about two hours later, negative. I didn't get pregnant. But after fucking that much, there's practically no way in hell I didn't. But, I didn't.
"You're one lucky son of a bitch," Cato said, coming up behind me in the bathroom and hugging me, arms wrapping around above my bare chest as he kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes. "What're you thinking about?"
I took a deep breath. "Nothing..I'm just holding onto what I have." He lifted up his head and smiled at me in the mirror. "I love you, Cato."
For the first time in two years, he spoke the words I'd thought he'd never say.
"I love you, Clove."
A/N: OMFG. OMFG. OMFG. OMFG. OMFG. OMFG. OMFG. I haven't written in FOREVER! I hope you guys like this chapter! I tried so hard to continue and make it good. And I guess my idea of good is sex. So, here you have it! Enjoy and PLEASE review! I also need inspiration for the next chapter. I will do almost anything you guys ask for. I don't know if I'll ever make up for my absence! Sorry!