Apparently I can only write when I've had no sleep, never when I've had enough. That would be why the editing is awful. I think my prescription is dropping as I type.
Johanna had no idea how she had ended up in this situation. She was this person, even before the Games. She had played with axes in tress as a child, not dresses in houses. Yet she was sitting on her living room sofa with what was basically an exploded wedding surrounding her. There were swatches of fabrics and colors, a cooler of cake samples, flowers with varieties of colors and scents, endless catalogs with dresses and place settings and seating designs and advice on how much and what food to get and things that she didn't even know she needed to be concerned about like what place cards worked best with what table designs. She looked around and groaned, dropping her head in her hands and massaging her temples in an attempt to ward off a headache.
"Need some help babe?"
Katniss wandered into the room, sucking on a popsicle and wearing loose sweatpants and a jacket with nothing underneath. Her eyes swept the room and a look of fear washed over her face. "Damn."
"Right?" Johanna growled, glaring daggers at the color swatches sitting in front of her.
"Where did all of this come from?"
"Your mom and Annie dropped it off a couple of hours ago while you were out. Told me we needed to get on top of planning right away."
"Huh." Katniss wound her way through the mess and plopped down on the couch next to Johanna, offering her the popsicle as she did so. A mute head shake was her response and she happily started licking it again, glancing over at her fiancee as she felt eyes burning into the strip of skin her half unzipped jacket exposed. "And have you gotten on top of it? The planning?"
"Hmmmmm" Johanna tried not to make it too obvious that she was getting distracted by Katniss, but the strip of tan, lightly freckled skin exposed from clavicle to mid-torso seemed to be calling her name. It was getting closer too, that skin that smoothed outwards into perfect breasts and a nicely toned abdomen that she loved running her lips and fingers across. That skin that was teasing her by turning into those wonderful things under the jacket where she couldn't see. It was definitely closer, and definitely calling her name in a loud commanding voice. That was odd but she'd take it. She was about to flick her tongue out to taste that skin, right between those perfect breasts, when her name was called once more – this time with an accompanying hand on her chin that pulled her face up sharply.
She was half lying in Katniss's lap, head craned back with the assistance of her fiancee's hand, chin almost pressing into Katniss's chest, staring into an amused face. "Hey. How ya doin?"
She blushed as she realized that she had just gotten lost to what was maybe 7 square inches of flesh. But who could blame her? Her fiancee was hot and she wasn't shy about admitting that. She cocked an eyebrow and threw out her best lascivious grin. "Could be better. You could be too if you had let me keep going."
Katniss laughed, releasing her and pushing her off so her weight was no longer awkwardly sprawled across the Mockingjay's lap. "I thought about it, trust me. But you were drooling so much I figured I should stop you before you ruined the couch." She stuck the popsicle in her mouth and leaned forward to look at fabrics.
"I could make you ruin the couch."
Katniss froze then turned slowly, pulling the popsicle out of her mouth and pointing it at Johanna threateningly. "That. That was . . . awful. I dunno what happened to you but if you don't start coming up with smoother lines this wedding might not take place."
Johanna laughed. "I knocked you up, I think that means I have to marry you." Looking at the room her amusement evaporated. "Besides. Seeing all this, I'm becoming less convinced it's a good idea."
Katniss nodded slowly. "I never knew that weddings were . . . well, like this. The Capitol was planning mine to Peeta so it never really involved me. Although if it had happened I think I would have run screaming after seeing the hall, threat from Snow or no threat from Snow."
Johanna frowned. "Can you not talk about marrying him? I know you didn't want to after the Games but for a while there in 13 I wasn't convinced you weren't actually into him. And mixing your doomed plans to marry him with our wedding is not something I really want."
"You're right, sorry. But look at this. You know we aren't going to get a lot of help planning it, and neither of us actually knows what we're doing. Or really wants anything like this. Right?"
"Nope."
They sat in silence glaring at the mess, one sucking on a popsicle and one sneaking glances at the other's zipper.
"Can we have sex?"
"What?"
"Sex. I don't wanna deal with this, you could easily become half naked, and I can get inventive with that popsicle."
"You present a compelling argument Mason."
"So yes?"
"I didn't say that."
Johanna threw out her best pout. "C'mon. Why not?"
Katniss glared at her. "Because I'm not really interested in waddling my way down the aisle which means we have about 4 months which means we have to plan."
"But I don't wanna."
"You are a child you know that?"
They lapsed into silence again, Katniss perched forward and Johanna sunk back in the cushions with her arms crossed sporting a glare a 5 year-old would envy. The minutes ticked by while Katniss struggled to figure out how to pull a wedding together and Johanna struggled to figure out how to pull her fiancee's top off without being rejected.
"Fuck!"
"Dammit!"
At Johanna's sudden and oddly joyful exclamation, complete with her rocketing forward out of the cushions Katniss jumped off the couch and manged to bang her knee on the coffee table and drop her mostly finished popsicle.
"I got it! Can we have sex now?"
"What? Wait, you got what?"
"The wedding. I solved it."
"How so?"
"We'll get married in the woods. We can find a nice clearing, clean up a little, and get married with whomever is willing to hike out there which has the added benefit of weaseling out our real friends. It's perfect. We don't have to deal with all this bullshit which we know neither of us wants, it's simple and can easily be done before you're waddling, and it would be in a place that matters to both of us. Plus it would make sure that it's low key and quiet."
They stared at each other for a moment, Johanna brimming with pride over her epiphany and Katniss musing over the idea.
"I'm glad I agreed to marry you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You're hot and smart."
"I know. I'm so smart I think I deserve a reward."
Katniss laughed. "And I think I know what you want."
She leaned forward, her fiancee eagerly making up the distance to meet her. Right before their lips connected she stopped and put a hand on Johanna's chest. Looking her fiancee dead in the eye she murmured "You want me to excuse you from cleaning up the mess that you caused when you scared the shit out of me and made me drop my popsicle."
Standing swiftly she sauntered towards the kitchen leaving Johanna to pitch forward into her vacated space and end up in the perfect position to glare at the stain on the carpet. "Fucking popsicle."
Why was there a popsicle? I have no idea.