When I wake up, something's off. The first thing I notice is that I'm not in my room. I must've slept in a lot. The sunlight streaming from the curtain-less window tells me it must be at least 10:30 or 11 in the morning. Maybe even later. I try to crane my head to look out the window, but my eyes burn. It feels like I've been hit over the head repeatedly. I'm so nauseous. I think I'm hung over.How much did I drink last night? Jesus. That's when I notice her. I'm not alone. There's a woman in my bed. Her leg is thrown carelessly over my hips. She's wearing my tee shirt. Her long, dark, wavy hair is covering her face, so I can't tell for sure who it is. I pray it's Johanna.
I move ever so slightly, and she stirs, her torso twisting away from me. She sits up and yawns, stretching her shoulders. To my relief, it is Jo. "Morning, sleepy-head." I tease her. She grins. "Did we... uh, ya know. Last night?" I ask her. I sound nervous. What's up with me? I never get nervous, around girls. Then again, she's not just any girl.
"How drunk were you, Finnick?" Johanna asks me, putting her hair up into a messy bun. "No, we didn't do anything. Your shirt - you let me wear it as a pajama shirt."
"Where are we?" I'm confused.
"Grant's apartment. We couldn't go back to the training center," she explains, "because of some type of electrical failure. There was a huge ordeal. So Blight and I come over, and when we get here, you're drinking and they're... busy. Blight goes up to his apartment to crash, and I just hung out with you. No, we didn't talk about anything special. You were hammered, and we chatted about the party. If you don't remember - which I'm assuming you don't - you got hammered, and dragged some Gamemaker's daughter into a coat closet in Snow's mansion."
"Great," I groan. I look over at the clock - it's almost noon. Shit."Jo. I'll take you to Blight. We need to get you packed up and ready to get on the train. It leaves at four, that's really soon."
We go outside, and Grant, Natalie and Blight are sitting on the couch, eating a late breakfast. The smell, which usually will make me feel starving, makes me want to hurl. "Morning, sunshines." Natalie grins, sipping something in a warm mug. She looks awfully cheery. I wonder why she's in such a good mood- oh, ew. "Jo, Blight brought all your stuff over. You can hang out here until the car comes to bring us to the train station."
"Awesome, thanks." Johanna smiles at everyone, "What are you gonna do?" She asks me.
"I need to shower and pack up all of my things."
"Mind if I join you?" She doesn't have to ask twice.
Her hands are on my, fingers intertwined in my hair as soon as we step foot in my apartment, the door closing behind me. I have her pinned on the wall, our lips colliding, tongue and teeth fighting for dominance. "Too many clothes," Johanna gets out in between kisses. I pull away, and she makes a noise that sounds almost upset, until her shirt's - well my shirt is over her head and on the floor. My lips are on her neck as she unhooks her bra, and slides her panties down her thighs. My shorts are way too tight. This isn't love and it isn't even emotional. It's just lust and need and a way to take our minds off things. Maybe one day, this'll mean something to us, but I don't let myself ruin the moment by acting all heartbroken and pathetic.
"I'm way overdressed, aren't I?" I ask her. She smiles and lets out a little laugh.
"Let's fix that shall we?" Johanna teases. I take off my tank top and I struggle with my shorts when I notice there's already on the ground and oh. I moan embarrassingly loud and she takes me into her mouth. She swirls her tiny tongue around the tip and just bops her head up and down. I've never actually gotten oral. But wow. As much as I like it, I push her off me (gently) and pick her up, carrying her to the shower. I turn the hot water and the room steams up again. My lips are on hers, and we both stand on the tiled floor, the water pouring over our bodies.
As much as I just want to thrust into her, I take the body wash and squirt some in my hand. I lather it up, and rub it on Johanna, starting up at her shoulders like a massage. I work my way down slowly, and it's taking a lot of restraint to not massage her front. I go past her ribs, and down to the small of her back. When I get to her perfectly round ass, and lather it up slowly, she moans and turns around. "If you don't fuck me right now Odair, I swear to -" I cut her off, my lips on hers again. I push her against the shower wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I push into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She bites down on my lip, and starts rubbing her hips against mine. I push faster, harder, and the only sounds are of skin slapping skin and the occasional moan or grunt.
I feel myself getting closer, so I snake my hand down in between us, and rub her clit on small circles. She screams my name, and her nails rake into my back so hard I think they might leave marks, or draw blood. I thrust into her, maybe five or six times more, until I'm coming in her, her lips on my neck. We both slow down our breathing and she hops off me, smiling a little. She looks almost... shy. "That was amazing." She tells me.
"Yeah." I sigh, smiling. "How about we actually take that shower now?"
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