I want a Sunday kind of love. A love to last past Saturday night.
Katniss was unsure of when she had fallen back asleep. She remembered waking up and musing on Johanna's enticing back muscles, but sometime after that she had fallen back into a dreamless rest. For one of the first nights in a long time she wasn't awoken by the crunchy metal nightmares that plagued her since her father's death. Instead she dreamt of nothing at all, just lightness and warmth.
The side of the bed that had been previously covered with Johanna's prone form was now an empty space with a few dents and rumpled sheets. Momentarily confused she got out of the bed and was greeted by her own nakedness. Johanna's bedroom window was wide open but their house was enshrouded in trees so there was no chance of being spotted by neighbors. She wasn't the type of girl that slept in the nude but clothes seemed unnecessary when she and Johanna just kept taking them off all night.
She rummaged around Johanna's room and managed to come up with a pair of Johanna's athletic shorts and one of her band shirts. Being a few inches taller the shirt didn't quite meet the elastic waistband of the shorts but Katniss shrugged. She and Johanna were beyond hiding parts of their body from each other. Every inch of her skin had been mapped by Johanna's persistent mouth.
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I wanna Sunday kind of love.
Johanna wished she had some semblance of culinary skill. What was more attractive than someone cooking you breakfast after a long night of extremely satisfying sex? Unfortunately, her only skills were music and sex and neither of those things were going to make some kind of magical ambrosia for Katniss to consume when she awoke. She eyed the stove with distrust; last time she had attempted to make scrambled eggs she had scrambled just about everything on the counter instead of the eggs. She lacked both the patience and skill required for cooking.
Her music played softly downstairs as to not disturb the girl slumbering peacefully in her bed. When she had risen the picture next to her had nearly choked her with emotion. Katniss had been sleeping soundly, totally spent from the previous night (and some of the early morning), and looked wonderful. Her hair in messy ringlets over her shoulders, her nose and forehead scrunched together cutely, one leg over the comforter as the other lay beneath it. Not very many things brought her to tears, but that nearly did.
Not wanting to have Katniss wake up to her melodrama she had gone downstairs to begin making them breakfast. About the fourth time she looked in their refrigerator she realized her chivalrous quest to wake Katniss to the sweet aroma of baked goods and the savory smell of eggs was for naught. She couldn't cook to save her life. If her mother didn't prepare breakfast then typically she dined on something delicious and coated in sugar floating around in milk.
Unbeknownst to Johanna Katniss had arrived in the doorway, watching the shorter girl move slowly from cabinet to cabinet. And while she looked downright edible in her oversized sweatshirt and tiny cotton shorts, it was her voice that stopped Katniss dead in her tracks. She was singing. Her voice had a high, light tone to it that was mismatched to the slow jazz that was playing, but sounded beautiful. She tried not to make any noise and disturb the wonderful performance in front of her. Johanna's hips lightly swaying to the drawling beat, her voice carefree and in tune.
The door behind her creaked open and Johanna spun around and instinctively grabbed a frying pan with both hands. Her mother took one glance at Johanna - poised hilariously to take down an opponent with a comically large frying pan - and burst into loud peals of laughter. Johanna let out a loud breath and placed the frying pan back down on the stove.
"Were you going to use the frying pan on an intruder?" Polly asked between laughs, setting down her duffel bag near the door. Johanna folded her arms across her large "Panem High School" sweatshirt and glared at her mother. "At least you'd get some use out of it."
"Har har," Johanna mocked, not moving from the stove. She hadn't expected her mother home until much later in the day. She wasn't necessarily embarrassed that Katniss was upstairs; her mother was absurdly fond of Katniss. However, they had a close relationship and Polly knew all about Johanna's trepidation regarding having sex with her. She'd want to talk about it, or at least voice her opinion on the matter.
Polly didn't approve of Johanna's side hobby of entertaining other girls. She believed Johanna was mature enough to handle sexual situations but she found the behavior self-destructive. Each sequential girl only seemed to curl Johanna inside herself even more. Until Katniss. Something about that girl seemed to unfurl Johanna from her coil of anger and solitude. Even the song playing - an old Etta James hit Polly hadn't heard since she was little - was happier. Overall Johanna was happier than she had ever seen her.
I wanna love that's on the square, can't seem to find somebody... somebody to care.
Johanna suddenly became cognizant of Katniss's presence in the doorway and her anxiety level rose. Her mahogany eyes darted from her mother to Katniss with the quickness of an alert rabbit. The brunette was frozen in place in between the two rooms and self-consciously looked down at her outfit. The ill-fitting clothes clearly were not her own and the implication of how she came to wear them was as plain as day.
"Hi Mrs. Mason," Katniss mumbled politely, luckily not forgetting her manners in the same way she forgot her clothes. "Polly," she quickly corrected, remembering the hundred or so times she had asked Katniss to call her by her first name.
Polly compressed her lips together tightly to prevent from all-out smirking at the awkward silence that fell between them. She fought the desire to stay in the room and prolong the tensity of the situation and instead grabbed her bag from the floor. She looked to Johanna. "That explains the Etta James," she said with a smirk before walking down the corridor toward her first-floor bedroom in the back of the house.
Johanna looked to Katniss and finally smiled after an eternity of holding her lips in a straight line. "Mornin'."
Katniss's lips grew wide in a lazy smile. "Morning yourself." She moved forward and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist, holding her tightly and nuzzling into the softness of Johanna's sweatshirt. She inhaled the sweet smell of her, relaxing as Johanna curled her arms around her as well. "You're still here, hm? Didn't try to run out on me?"
Her teasing tone was absorbed into Johanna's sweatshirt but the shorter girl slapped her gently on her backside. "Hilarious." Katniss moved around to face the other girl and kissed her softly. She eyed the array of packages and cooking utensils strewn around the countertops with a slightly raised eyebrow. Johanna followed her line of sight and pursed her lips. "I was going to try and make you breakfast."
Katniss smirked. "Is that what you do with all your lovers?" Johanna's eyes darkened considerably and Katniss immediately regretted her little jab. Truth be told she was no longer angry about Johanna's former lifestyle. Any doubts she might have held were promptly erased by Johanna's words and actions the night prior.
Johanna's body stiffened. While seeing Katniss in her clothes had made her inexplicably warm, it had also filled her chest with a sense of foreboding. When her eyes closed she could see Cashmere doing the same thing. Parading around in her clothes on a lazy Sunday morning while their families were at church, listening to her records while Johanna sat on her bed. But those nights weren't like the one she just had. Those nights were merely games of pushing each other and doing as much to hurt the other without leaving a mark. There was no victor in those games.
Last night she told Katniss she loved her. Their sex had fishtailed from passionate to gentle, from breathless pleas to screams of pleasure. And when she said she loved her, it was true. God, was it true. The way she felt about Katniss no one person should feel about another. Wholeness. Possessiveness. Need. Other words she either couldn't or was not prepared to identify. She was only seventeen, for Christ's sake. The mere concept of "the one" seemed like something on teenagers in young adult novels felt. Nobody actually found their perfect match on the first go around. Right?
I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere.
The long pregnant pause was enough to swell Katniss's lungs with regret. Without Johanna knew it or not, her eyes were retreating even if she was standing still. "Hey, Jo," Katniss whispered, placing her hand on Johanna's cheek. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."
But those deep brown eyes didn't move from the tiled floor. "I think you should go home." Johanna didn't like the sound of her own voice. It was strange and disconnected like the disembodied voice of an announcer over the loudspeakers at school.
"What?" Katniss backed away from her and settled her eyes on Johanna's face. Her normally expressive mouth and bright eyes looked drawn and forlorn. A far cry from the wicked grins and winces of pleasure from just a few short hours ago. "Why?"
Johanna moved away from her and toward the kitchen window. She peered outside to the soft grass of her front lawn waving back and forth in the wind. With renewed conviction in her false premise she turned back to Katniss. "This is just too fast." Finally her eyes met the disbelieving gray ones staring back at her. The anxiety in her chest was doubled as she saw the heartbreak evident in the irises of the other girl. "I just..."
"Are you scared?" Katniss asked, interrupting Johanna's lame excuses. She didn't possess experience in relationships, but for that matter, neither did Johanna. However fear was as present as color in Johanna's eyes. "You must be because this is not too fast."
Johanna raised her eyebrow in challenge. "And you've just settled that for both of us?"
"Because I've felt this way about you since the day we met. You felt it, too. As for the sex..." Katniss cleared her throat to hide her slight embarrassment. "That wasn't too fast because we both know you've moved a lot faster than that."
Katniss was right. Of course she was right. But Johanna had made a decision that she wanted to stick with. She wanted space. No, she needed space. In reality, she wanted to march back upstairs and make Katniss cry out her name until she was hoarse but the fear of this new level to their relationship was far too frightening. As her mouth opened to respond Katniss took a step toward her. "You're scared."
Her voice was soft but it felt like a dagger of insinuation and Johanna crossed her arms across her chest. "Fuck you."
Katniss took an experimental step toward her as if she were approaching an undetonated dirty bomb. "I understand, okay? This is a big step for us. But that's part of the thrill of this, right? The blind free-fall?" She took Johanna's hands in her own and held them tightly. She hoped that maybe if she held on tightly enough Johanna wouldn't slip away like she seemed to be. "But it's not scary because you're not alone."
Her hand came up to rest on the side of Johanna's face. The shorter girl instinctively leaned into her touch and her eyes flitted closed. "If you really want me to go, I'll go. I just really want to stay." Katniss hoped the slight tinge of desperation in her voice was not as obvious as it sounded to her.
It was a long time before Johanna spoke again. For a while she just stared into Katniss's eyes, waiting and trying to understand. Why was she being so patient? Johanna wanted to self-destruct a little. Why were people designed to hate themselves? Or was it just some of her father leftover inside of her? Was it writ in her DNA to be so masochistic? Do perfect things need to be corrupted in order to appreciate how wonderful they are?
"I don't know how to do this," came Johanna's slow, careful reply. It was as close to the truth as she was going to get with all of these questions buzzing around her brain.
To her surprise Katniss laughed and leaned down, kissing her lovingly. It was a kiss that said what Katniss didn't: I know you don't but it's okay. She went to pull away but Johanna pressed their foreheads together and captured her lips again, more hungrily this time. Katniss was surprised but fully returned the kiss, still moving her fingers against Johanna's by their sides. Johanna's tongue swabbed her lower lip and plunged into her mouth.
"Johanna I have to go to the store and -" Polly stopped abruptly as the two girls flew so far apart it was as if lightning had struck between them. She didn't suppress her laughter and put one of her hands over her eyes. "Oh the horror! My precious baby!" She took her hand down and laughed, giving Katniss a playful nudge with her hip. "I'm going to the store for a few hours. You girls behave yourself, okay? Don't give Mr. Greenstone next door a heart attack."
Polly walked across the kitchen and kissed Johanna on the forehead before departing. While she was teasing, she certainly didn't want old Mr. Greenstone from next door to see two teenaged girls making out in her kitchen. He was already with one foot in the grave and she didn't want to be the one to push the other in.
The gates of Heaven must be open, I think I saw an angel walk by.
Katniss shivered as she felt a pair of lips brush against the outer shell of her ear. "Reading something good?" the voice asked in a low drawl. The library was practically a ghost town on the last day of school, since half the school's population wasn't even in attendance. Her second-to-last class was supposed to meet in the library but no one had bothered to show up but herself and Delly Cartwright. Delly went off somewhere to find Peeta, leaving Katniss alone in the room. She tucked herself into a corner with a novel and decided to wait out the forty minutes.
Johanna was supposed to be in one of her classes but she had ditched it when Katniss's text had come through to her phone telling her she was alone in the library. The long wooden tables in the back were usually put aside from group studying but Katniss sat alone, engrossed in the book. She sat down next to her girlfriend, raking her eyes along Katniss's bare legs up to her maroon pleated skirt.
"It's okay, it's about this boy who survives a -" Her words were arrested in her throat when she felt the wandering but dedicated fingers of Johanna trailing up her inner thigh. Her hand whipped underneath the table and she winced painfully as her knuckles caught the edge of the table. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
I heard a blind man screamin', say, "There goes a sight for my sore eyes."
Johanna grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye. She leaned forward on the table and rested her face on her palm. Her other hand snaked underneath Katniss's skirt and brushed against the lace fabric of her underwear. Katniss let out a gasp and promptly smacked her hand over her mouth. Her gray eyes squinted toward her girlfriend as Johanna slowly dipped her fingers inside Katniss's entrance, her brown eyes steady and unmoving.
Katniss slammed her palm against the table and Johanna raised an eyebrow. "Shh."
"Don't you fucking tell me to shush when you're trying to fu-" Katniss's whisper through gritted teeth was cut off as Johanna slowly eased inside her. Against her will and better judgement she widened her sitting position. A catlike smirk widened on Johanna's lips as she watched her girlfriend try and restrain herself. There was something sinful about wielding this power over Katniss. The thrill of perhaps being caught, the naughtiness of desecrating a library, the pleasure in getting another girl off. She liked seeing the surrender on Katniss's face. It's powerful and arousing to have someone's trust.
You should be locked up, pretty girl, in my bedroom with me.
Betraying her mind, Katniss's body began to move slowly with the gentle pressure of Johanna's fingers inside of her. Along with other pleasurable sensations, the heightened anxiety of someone seeing or hearing her made Katniss's stomach flip. Johanna didn't seem bothered. Matter of fact, she seemed downright calm. It was almost angering her how unfazed Johanna was by how crazy she was making her.
To make it worse Johanna moved her mouth next to Katniss's ear and spoke in a timbre about ten octaves lower than Johanna's deceptively high speaking voice. "Do you like this?" Katniss scrunched her nose and lips angrily and gave her a curt nod. "Do you want me to stop?"
Katniss shook her head once fervently. "No." Her voice came out in a quiet croak.
"Say it. Say you don't want me to stop." All of Johanna's power plays with Cashmere began bubbling to the surface, but this was infinitely more fun. Katniss wasn't someone she wanted to ruin, she was someone she wanted to corrupt just a little. Put a rumple in her skirt, not a gash on her skin.
She felt the heat of Katniss's glare on her almost as tangibly as the heat from between her legs. Her hand chafed against the material of Katniss's lace panties as she continued to clandestinely thrust inside her. "Don't stop." Without a word Johanna slinked off the chair and dropped to her knees. Katniss's gray eyes went comically wide as Johanna looped two fingers around her panties and drew them slowly down to her calves. She wrapped her hands around her backside and urged Katniss forward to the edge of the chair.
"Say please," Johanna ordered in a deceptively sweet tone from beneath her.
Katniss groaned quietly. "Please don't stop."
Not willing to dissent Katniss moved forward and parted her thighs as far apart as they would go, considering the restriction of her undergarments against her legs. Her arms outstretched over the table as Johanna's breath blew against her core. She was sure she would combust at any moment if Johanna didn't touch her. But when her soft tongue dipped inside her she let out a high-pitched groan that made Johanna still her movements for a second.
"Oh don't you fucking dare," Katniss threatened, reaching one hand underneath the table to push Johanna's mouth against her. She heard a short chuckle before Johanna went back to drawing designs inside her. The hum of her own pleasure drowned out the approaching steps of a shoe against the thin carpets. Katniss's head whipped up as she met the bespeckled, tired eyes of the librarian.
Katniss tried to make her countenance as passive as possible but with Johanna on her knees beneath her, flicking her tongue against Katniss's nub. "Is everything okay back here Miss Everdeen?" he asked, pushing his glasses up on to the bridge of his nose.
She nodded excessively. "Everything's fine," she replied in a high-pitched squeak. Johanna paused her movements when she heard they were not alone. However, the urge to push Katniss a little further made her a little devious. She slid her tongue back inside her girlfriend and quietly moved around her walls. "I was just, um, reading this book." Katniss picked up the novel. "It got a little," her voice went high as Johanna sucked on her clit. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to stop Johanna, but her strong hands gripped her thighs and kept them apart. "A little emotional. I'll try to keep it down."
The man chuckled and peered at the novel. He nodded in understanding, clasping his large, soft hands in front of him. "Oh yes, that's quite an emotional story. A coming of age tale if there was any. I have no doubts that it resonated with you." He waited for Katniss to respond but she was physically unable. She felt the oncoming swell of orgasm begin to trickle up her nerves. Her body began to radiate heat and shake because of Johanna's ministrations beneath the table.
So we can do the same thing that Adam did under that old apple tree.
Johanna was relentless in her lapping at her folds, and once she heard the waning footsteps of the librarian she pushed forward and sucked hard on Katniss's cul-de-sac between her legs and felt the girl clench hard against her tongue. Katniss's head dropped to the table on top of her crossed arms as Johanna very slowly outlined her center with her tongue before pushing her panties back up her legs.
The darker-haired girl emerged from underneath the table with a winning smile, lips and chin unabashedly glistening with Katniss's arousal. She licked her lips as Katniss adjusted her garments and shot her a glare. Regretfully she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and raised an eyebrow toward her girlfriend. "That was so fucking hot."
Katniss rolled her eyes but the appreciative glint was in her eyes. Johanna sat back down next to her, smelling of her natural perfume and the sweet tang of sex. "Yes it's one of my fantasies to have you go down on me while I look at Mr. Verne."
"Whatever, you clearly loved it." Johanna's natural arrogance somehow was adroit enough to perversely turn Katniss on. She guessed it was part of her overall allure - mostly that she could get beneath Johanna's hardened veneer and bring out the vulnerable girl beneath with her tongue. As she evidently proved, Johanna possessed the same capabilities.
Katniss again rolled back her eyes. "What are your plans this summer?"
Johanna shrugged. "Same as always. Finnick and I whore ourselves out as DJs for parties and weddings and shit. I work with my mom during the day." She shrugged and looked over to Katniss. "And you? What does the Everdeen clan do during the summers?"
"Come here to Panem," Katniss said. "But since that's out of the question, I have no idea." She hadn't really thought about the summer much. She figured she'd have to get a job since lazing around all summer with Gale in the woods was out of the question. He had gotten a job at the town over from theirs as a stock boy. Unfortunately Katniss couldn't pin down a skill that she could possibly apply to a real job. She could write and shoot a bow and arrow. Not exactly a lot of people clamoring for a well-written archer.
"You can always be our roadie," Johanna supplied with a grin. "Help us set up and break down. Bend over and pick up equipment..." Johanna trailed off as she openly gawked at Katniss's behind that was firmly set in her seat. She bit against her lip and Katniss smirked.
"I'll consider it. And how will you pay me?"
Johanna leaned over and stroked Katniss's thigh in a similar fashion that she had earlier. "Oh I could think of a few things."
Katniss nodded and kissed her, giving her lower lip an aroused tug. "I bet you could."
Music: "A Sunday Kind of Love" by Etta James and "What Kind of Woman Is This?" by Buddy Guy.