Okay, Imma be honest. I completely forgot about this chapter upload, and upon further inspection, realised THERE WAS NO FRIGGEN CHAPTER TO UPLOAD.

SPECIAL MENTION TO MY LOVELY READER CLATOFOREVERINMYHEART FOR ALWAYS STICKING WITH ME, AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS HOPPED ON THIS BANDWAGON OF TEENAGE ANGST, SEXUAL FRUSTRATION AND NONSENSE

IT TOOK ME FROM 7:50-8:32 PM TO WRITE THIS BASED ON LITERALLY MY WEDDING FANTASY.

ENJOY THE NONSENSE :)

The wedding had finally ended.

At 3 am. Legally, everybody had to vacate the hall by 1.

However, that didn't stop a still-drunk Marvel from announcing a 'surprise after party'.

At Cato and Clove's house.

So, the last stragglers from the wedding, majorly the bridal party and a few friends, bombed in Cato's living room. Katniss, Peeta and Gale struck up a discussion.

"How long have you guys known eachother? Since we were like?14?15?No thanks to Fox, matchmaker extraordinare." To which she grinned wickedly.

"Yeah. Nobody would have ever guessed Clove was 5 months older than Cato."

"You're what!?"

"WHAT?!" Echoed the rest of the room.

"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, PEETA MELLARK"Yelled Clove, throwing her veil at him.

"Is this marriage even legal?" Gale enquired. "Or is it like, a female predator situation?"

When Cato swung a slightly drunk punch at him, nobody was surprised.

"Isn't it weird? Her being older than you?" Rue quizzed Cato.

"Clove actually refused to marry me at one point because she thought it was so weird. But i told her she'd have to marry me or I'd never buy her Nutella again. I guess age doesn't really matter. "

"I still can't believe you guys are married. I've like, waited my whole life for this!" Glimmer looked on the verge of tears. Clove rustled her wedding dress in everybody's faces when she moved to give her a hug.

"There, there, Glim. Just be grateful it's all over!" She sighed and plonked herself back on the couch.

This was far from a perfect night, in Clove's eyes. All she wanted was her ultimate fantasy of Cato carrying her bridal-style into her new home, and to... you know...

Nevertheless, she wouldn't have been forced into this any other way. She was so happy that it was all done, and they were officially husband and wife.

"Fuck this." Announced Clove, as she gathered up her wedding dress in her arms and stormed off to the bedroom, ignoring the bewildered looks on everyone's faces. 5 minutes later, she re-emerged in a loose singlet, yoga pants, and her magnificent hair in matted curls around her face. Breathing an almost orgasmic sigh, she flopped onto the nearest available beanbag, effectively covering her face with hair.

"You look absolutely stunning."

"Marvel, shut the fuck up and eat something" Said Cato's cousin Gloss, as he shoved a bowl of cookies towards him.

Finally, once everyone had left, Clove broke down.

"Woah, woah, baby what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!Everything, that's what!" Cato just stared.

"For years, I've been imagining that my husband and I would get home from our wedding and he would carry me bridal-style over the threshold of our new house because apparently it's a tradition or it brings good luck or something so naturally I imagined you would do the same and also my husband is supposed to carry me all the way to the bedroom and gently place me down on the bed and we would finally have sex or make love or whatever you want to call it and it would be all perfect like it is in the movies and then bloody Marvel had to have everyone over here and I tried to stay In my dress but I just couldn't and now it's too late and it's all ruined!"

Clove said this all in one huge breath, earning a huge reward from her lungs.

Cato just stared.

He took her hand.

"Come on. It's not too late. I'll wait for you." She sniffled.

"No, it's too late and I'm too tired, and it's too much of a hassle to put everything back on." He brushed a curl back so he could see her eyes.

"That's alright. It's just because you seemed so passionate about this idea..."

She looked at him dangerously.

"Don't you start with me, mister. Get outside right now." And she shoved him out the door.

15 minutes later, Clove re-emerged, back in her full bridal gear as she was 12 hours ago. The hair however, could not be saved. So she settled for an elegantly messy bun. Cato, grinning from ear to ear, said,

"There's my beautiful bride" And planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Alright buddy, we've only got one shot at this. Let's go."

He scooped her up, her arms wrapped around his neck, and in the freezing cold 4 am, the sweetest kiss they had ever had took place.

"Let's do this." He whispered, and carried her over the threshold.

Needless to say, Clove's perfect wedding dream had finally come true.

SO THAT'S THE RESULT OF VERY FAST TYPING 40 MINS WOW IT FELT LIKE 5.

I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT! I'M GOING TO KIAMA WITH MY FRIENDS FOR THE WEEK SO I WON'T BE POSTING. I STILL LOVE YOU ALL! I HAVE TO GO OR I'M GOING TO MISS BONES. AGAIN, I AM NOT YELLING AT YOU.

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