Everyone requested this.. Seriously, every comment that I got requested him, soo, your wish is my command!
Oh! This is dedicated to mikaylal who said, and I quote, "DUDE. U TOTALLY SHOULD MAKE CATO BE IN THE GARDEN. I NEED MORE PRATO ACTION. KTHXBYE".
I think that was my favorite comment I've gotten so far! So funny!
Prim's POV:
"What are you doing here?" Cato asked, turning to face me from the edge of the building.
Oh my gosh, Cato is here. The butterflies and ants and every other animal that ever was in my body started to rise in numbers, and my heart started pounding as Cato's lips turned up into his signature smirk.
"Umm.." I stuttered. I was way too surprised, but extremely happy that he was up here because we could finally spend some time alone.
I realized that we have never really had any romance times like I expected relationships, or whatever we are, to have. We've never laughed with one another, talked normally, or anything else. Our encounters are usually quick, and either filled with an argument or heated kissing. I didn't mind either one because they always ended in kissing either way, and I loved kissing Cato.
"Well?" he asked, approaching me. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that emphasized the body I'm sure he was proud of and shorts, his hair tousled in a way that would make me imagine that he just got out of bed.
"I just needed some air so I came up here," I finally answer after my awkward staring session at his appearance. "What are you doing here?"
Cato shrugs and takes my hand, pulling me toward the edge of the building where he was just standing. "I couldn't sleep," he answers, taking me to look at all the beautiful lights of the Capitol. The buildings were lit up and different colors dominated the sky, creating such a beautiful view.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" I ask him as he wraps his big arms around my back to the front of my waist. He pulls my back to fit his front and nuzzles his face into my neck.
"Bad dream," he mumbles.
"About what?" Cato doesn't answer me, just shrugs and watches the lights turn on and off. I had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with his father, but I didn't try to push the question any more than I tried because I don't want to see him hurt like the time in the bathroom.
We stayed silent as he rubbed his hands up and down my hips, listening to the distant cheers that would reach to the top of the building every now and then.
I peeked over the edge of the building, trying to see if I could find where the cheers were coming from. It was hard to figure out since the building was so high up in the air but I tried my hardest to spot them.
"You won't find them," Cato tells me, pulling me back from the edge. His grip had tightened and he made sure that I stayed away from the edge.
I frowned and turned around to face him. "Why not?"
"They're using some new tent technology that hides them, so from the top, you see a reflection of a deserted street, but if you go downstairs, they'll be partying right outside here," he explains, pointing to what appeared to be a deserted street. I could see small waves, but nothing much.
"Oh," is all I say, returning to silence. "How did you know that?" I ask him.
Cato shrugs. "My stylists brags about the wonders of Capitol nights all the time," he answers plainly, staring out at a flashing green light in the sky.
"Hm. What would they be celebrating anyway?"
"The Games, of course," Cato answers, rolling his eyes. "You know that the Capitol people take pride in murdering 23 people every year."
"If it's a party for us, why wouldn't we be invited?" I ask. They're celebrating us, but not celebrating with us. Sometimes I think the Capitol people can be so stupid sometimes.
"Would you even want to be there?" he asks, pushing his cold fingertips under my shirt and grabbing my bare hips.
"Maybe," I shrug. I know that I wouldn't want to go there, but I've never seen a real Capitol party, so that's something I would want to experience.
"I never knew you to even consider going to something like that," Cato says with a frown, staring down at me with apparent disbelief.
I shrug. "There's a lot you don't know about me," I say back to him.
Cato lets go of my waist and I watch as he sits down on the grass-covered roof floor. "Sit," he orders, pointing to his lap.
I hesitate and blush as I sit down shyly on his lap. This is the first time that I've ever sat on a boy's lap, and it was so embarrassing considering the fact that I was in pajama shorts that didn't exactly cover up my legs.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," Cato orders again. He twists me around and secures my legs around him before he wraps his arms around me. My face feels extremely flushed and warm, and I know that he can probably tell under the light coming from the stars.
"So," he starts, and I look at him expectantly, "tell me about you," he says, completely taking me by surprise. We've never had serious conversations but I could sense one coming.
I don't know whether or not I'm going to be comfortable with talking to him about my life, considering that I'm not comfortable talking to anyone about anything, but there was something about Cato that made me want to tell him everything about my life.
"What do you want to know?" I ask him, wondering what he wanted to know. I was surprised that he even wanted to know anything about me. He doesn't seem like the type to want to listen to a girl ramble on about nothing, but then again, he didn't seem like the type to be interested in me in the first place, so..
"Everything," he says, tightening his grip on my waist.
"Okay.. but where do I start?"
"The beginning," he states, his voice soft and his eyes filled with intrigue.
"Okay," I nod my head. "Well, I was born in the Seam, otherwise known as District 12.."
I told Cato everything. It was just as if once I started talking, I couldn't stop. I told him about when I was born, and how my mom and dad were so excited but at first Katniss hated me because she thought I was going to take all of the attention so she would do things like hide my bottle. Cato laughed at that along with me, asking me questions about Katniss and how my mother and father finally got her to like me.
"So, your mom once had to convince your sister that she would not cook you for dinner?" Cato asks between fits of laughter. He was clutching his stomach at the hilarious story of the time when Katniss begged my mom to cook me.
"Yes!" I answered through my own laugh. "She even had to stop Katniss from trying to cook me herself!"
"Oh gosh, that is so good," Cato says, wiping the tears from his eyes. He smiles at me and pulls me close, leaning into my ear. "I'm glad she didn't cook you," he whispers, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks.
"So am I," I answer, and Cato goes back to his laughing.
I then went on to talk about my dad and the little that I remember about him. What surprised me was that I even told him about the coal mining incident and how my father was killed when I was still very young. I was surprised because I never talked about that with anyone, not even Katniss. I talked about how much I missed him, and when I started crying, Cato just held me close and let me cry which I was very appreciative of.
I went on to the rest of my life up until now, which was mostly about how my mother abandoned us mentally and how that forced Katniss to basically become my mother because I no longer had one. Cato stayed silent then, his face turned up like he knew exactly what I was talking about. I talked about school, my friend Maggie, who was my best friend. I talked about Gale, and even Buttercup. I also talked about Cherche, and Peeta and Cinna, all the people that I've met since I got here.
All Cato did was listen as I talked for what seemed like hours. He held me, joked with me, smiled with me, and comforted me, all the while not uttering a single word about himself.
"And.. now I'm here, going into the Games. That's my horrible life," I finished story.
Cato smiles. "Your life isn't horrible. It's definitely better than my old life," he says, his expression seeming distant.
"What do you mean?" I ask, intrigued about what in his life made him think my life was better than his. His life was probably filled with all the things my District never got since he was from District 2.
"Nothing," he says quickly, completely dismissing my question by hugging me tight.
"Well, what was your life like? It's your turn to tell me about yourself, from the beginning," I say, smiling up at him.
"No," he states simply.
"Why not?" I ask, my face forming into a frown. I just opened myself up to him completely so the least he could do is return the favor.
But, who am I kidding.. this is Cato that we're talking about.
"I just won't," he answers sharply, giving me such a cold expression.
"Why won't you tell me anything about yourself?" I ask him, anger rising.
"Why do you care?" he snaps, clearly angry at me trying to pry him.
"Because I just told you everything about me, even the secrets that no one knows. The least you could do is tell me about you," I retort, my anger apparent as his complete disrespect.
"Like what?" he challenges.
"Like," I think for a moment, "like your mother," I state. It should be easy. Guys love talking about their mothers, at least I think so.
"Her name is Marian and she has green eyes. There, I told you," he says plainly, rolling his eyes. "Are you happy now?"
"No. Why are you being this way?" I ask, the hurt rising. Him not wanting to tell me anything made me believe that he didn't trust me, and that hurts because I already have so much trust instilled in my heart for him.
"Because I don't have to fucking tell you anything!" he yells, letting go off my waist. I frown and shuffle back as my eyes prick with tears.
He yells and swears at me all because I want to know more about him? This seriously has to be some type of joke. Why am I wasting my time trying to fulfill my curiosity for a boy that couldn't care less about me? He was just using me for a quick kiss and then the next moment, he would be yelling or completely disrespecting me. I'm not even his girlfriend, and I definitely should not have to let him treat me so harshly.
I silently put my hands down on the grass and push myself up, raising my body from his and standing up. I shake the dirt off my shorts and turn around.
"Rose," Cato says, holding his hand out to me. "Rose, sit down," he sighs, reaching his hand out farther towards me.
I roll my eyes and start walking toward the door that I walked in.
"God dammit Primrose, come back here!" he yells after me. I turn to see him standing up from his seat and dusting himself off. Oh, I know he must be upset.. he has never called me by my full name before.
I continue to walk, tears starting to fall one by one as I took each step.
"Kitten," I hear Cato's voice behind me, and I feel his hand wrap around my elbow but I quickly snatch it away.
Cato groans in frustration and wraps his arm around my elbow again with a tighter hold. He pulls me to face him, and his expression darkens as he examines the tears on my face.
"What?! Are you just going to yell at me some more? Because if so, I have better things to do, and you're not going to treat me like that when I have done nothing wrong to you!" I yell at him.
Cato frowns and lets go of my elbow. "Rose-"
"Let me finish!" I snap, cutting him off. "I do nothing but try to be nice to you. I respect you as much as I possibly can and I listen to you and do whatever you say, even though I don't even know why when you're such a jerk! You don't even want to talk to me! You boss me around, yell, swear and then you kiss me! You need to make up your mind because I have more things to worry about than whether or not you're upset with me, okay?! All I do is think about you, dream about you, and you don't even have the decency to tell me about your mother when you know everything about mine! So figure your shit out or leave me alone!" I finish my yelling in one big huff, my face burning in anger and frustration.
As if things couldn't get any worse, Cato starts laughing.
"And now you're laughing? I'm done," I state, throwing my hands up in defeat. I turn to walk away but Cato pulls me back.
He rubs his fingers over my red cheeks and wraps his hands back around my waist. "Did you just say 'shit'?" he asks with a smirk. He's trying to hold in his laughter, and I can't help but smile at him thinking this is humorous.
I groan and cover my face, only making him pull my hands from my face. "Yes, and it's the second time I've used that word," I say, completely embarrassed and my anger weirdly disappearing.
"Where did you hear such a nasty word from, Ms. Everdeen?" he says with a smirk.
I pout at him teasing me. "I heard it in the Hob once," I defend, trying not to laugh at my being pathetic. He really does like to make fun of me.
"Never say that again. Your mouth is too beautiful," he says, his hot breath hitting my ear softly.
"I.. I.." I stutter, at a loss for words.
Cato laughs and pulls me in, kissing me softly.
"I'm sorry. I'm just not ready to talk about my life because it would scar you. Trust me, it scarred me," he apologizes against my lips.
"How do you know that it would scar me?" I ask.
"Because I have done some fucked up shit, and the same has been done to me. I want to keep you from that corruption for as long as possible," he explains.
"Will you ever tell me?"
"One day. Just trust me, okay?" Cato asks, his eyes filled with worry as he strokes my cheek.
I answer by leaning in and kissing him again. Cato groans and wraps his hands around my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. He runs his hand through my ponytail and pulls the elastic out, letting my hair fall down in blond streaks.
Cato bites my bottom lip and separates our lips. "Forgive me?" he asks, his hot breath tickling my ear. I nod and wrap my arms tighter around his neck. "Good."
Cato kisses me again, biting my lip and crashing his tongue against mine. His tongue snakes against mine and I slowly become comfortable with kissing him in this way. His tongue tasted like oranges, and it explored my entire mouth as I let it. Cato walked us forward and sat me on the ledge of the building, standing in between my legs as he continued to kiss me.
I kissed him and kissed him, forgetting about my outburst and my anger toward him. I completely understood that he didn't want to talk about his troubled past because I wouldn't want anyone forcing me to talk about things like that either. With every move that Cato's tongue made against mine, another butterfly was added to the growing collection in my body, making me want more and more. There was such a burning desire to let his lips remain on mine for the rest of my life.
Cato let go of my now swollen lips and kissed my nose. "We have to go back or someone will find us," he whispered against my lips. I frowned and whimpered.
"I don't want to leave you," I admitted, kind of shocked that I told him that.
Cato smirked and pulled me closer. "Then don't," he says.
I frown. "What do you mean? If we stay here, someone will catch us, just like you said," I ask, confused as to what he meant. I definitely was not about to sleep up here, where it's cold and there are bugs flying all around.
"Just come on."
Cato took me from the ledge and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the door. He opens it quietly and we silently descend the stairs, my curiosity growing with each step down that we took.
He stopped at the door marked '12' and pushed it open quietly. He peeked inside, probably making sure that no one was there. Him actually walking onto my floor actually made me a bit scared, because I had no clue what he planned to do.
"Where's your room?" Cato asked me, pulling me through the door.
"Third on the right," I answered. He probably wanted to take me to my room and then he would leave to his own room all the way down on the second floor.
Cato pulled me through the long corridor, stopping at my room door and silently pushing it open. He quickly walks in and pulls me with him, closing the door and locking it behind. My heart started to pound in my chest and I was scared that he could actually hear it. What was he locking the door for? What are we going to do?
Time to panic.
"What are we doing?" I ask shakily, feeling my palms start to sweat.
"You said you didn't want to leave me right?" he asks. I nod slowly. "So, why don't I just sleep with you?" he asks, making me raise my eyebrows.
"You.. you want to sleep with me?" I ask, completely surprised that he wanted to lay in the bed with me.
Cato.. actually wants to sleep in bed with me. Cato.
Time to get the cameras out because I know that this is going to be a once in a lifetime event. I smirked at him, completely satisfied.
"Not.. not in that way, of course. I just meant.. meant that maybe, since you said, uh.. oh gosh," Cato stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. He seemed so nervous that I had to laugh.
"I know what you meant," I say, "now come on, let's go to bed."
I shut the lights off as he smiles shyly at me, looking so huge as he towers over me. I pull him toward my bed, extremely nervous as we got closer to it.
I pulled the large blanket back and silently slipped inside, nervously watching Cato as he repeated my action. We sat there silently, staring at the ceiling for a few long minutes before Cato groaned and pulled my body toward his. I giggled and turned around as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I laid my hands out on his hard torso and wrapped them around him as he buried his face into my neck. My body comforted at his familiar scent and it lulled me, causing my eyes to immediately droop in sleepy satisfaction. I listened to Cato's racing heart beat against my ear, and I could tell from it that he was nervous. It was honestly so sweet.
"Goodnight, Rose," he sighed, pulling me closer.
"Goodnight, Cato."
Cato's POV:
I woke up to an unfamiliar setting, my body splayed out over someone else's, Rose's. I sat myself up, prying my arms from around her waist and removing her legs that were twisted in mine.
Rose stirred and turned around, her body facing me as her chest rose and fell with silent breaths. I watched her as she slept, wondering how she even agreed to let me sleep in the same bed with her even though she seemed so scared and nervous around me all of the time.
It was only 3:56am, so I laid back down and wrapped myself around her, feeling at peace for some odd reason that I couldn't really figure out at that moment so I just shook it off.
Rose felt around on my chest and her eyes flew open. She focused on me, and then her hands on my chest, and she pulled them away and blushed hard.
"Sorry," she mumbled, rubbing her face with her hands.
I shrugged. "Everyone wants to feel them. You're just lucky you got the chance," I tease, knowing that it would make her face flush.
"Oh, shutup," Rose grumbled, smirking as she punched my chest lightly.
"You know you want to feel them again," I continued, watching as her face reddens. "That's why you punched me."
"You're so disgusting," she scoffed, pushing away from me and scooting away.
I pulled her waist and brought her back to me, propping myself up to watch her. Rose wrapped her arms around my neck and closed her eyes.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"4:00am," I answered, causing her to groan.
"So early."
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at me with baby blue eyes. I wound my fingers through her long hair, causing her to sigh and close her eyes again.
"You're so beautiful, Kitten," I mumbled.
Her eyes shot open and she frowned. "What?"
"You heard me."
"No I didn't," she claimed, smirking openly.
"I know what you're doing," I accuse.
"What am I doing?"
"Trying to make me say it again," I say.
"Say what again?" Rose snaps back with a giggle. That sound..
"What you heard me say." We are really playing this game. I'm not saying it again though.
"Did I hear you?"
"Did you hear me?" I snap back, causing her to laugh.
"Yeah, I heard you. I just can't believe you said it," Rose said with a smile. It was so obvious that she was trying to rub it in. She may not know much, but in that note I sent her, I told her not to expect any more romance type things, but this time I just couldn't help it.
"Don't rub it in. I'm already feeling like a wimp," I complain with a smile, letting her know that it was a joke.
"Really? Because you have a crush on a girl?" she teases. Her face is flushed and her eyes widen, probably because she usually doesn't talk to me in that way.
I groaned and fell back on her bed, pushing her away for teasing me because she knows that I like her.
And yes, I did admit it so get over it.
"Cato?" Rose pokes me. "Admit that you have a crush on me and I'll leave you alone," she states. "Cato." Poke. "Cato." Poke. She continues to poke me over and over.
After a while, she stays quiet and just stares at me, trying to get my attention. I tried to maintain my seriousness, but fuck if her pout didn't make me want to kiss her.
I groaned and pulled her to me, positioning myself over her and leaning in to kiss her. She laughed over and over as I planted sloppy, wet kisses all over her face.
It went silent and she laid on top of me, snuggling in to go back to sleep. This is another thing that I do not do. I don't cuddle. But before I could say anything, she was almost fast asleep.
I hummed a tune that my mother would always sing to me after a brutal beating by my dad or when I just couldn't sleep. Rose mumbled something to me and fell asleep once again. I tried to return to sleep, but I couldn't, so I just laid there and held Rose.
I checked the time again after a while and figured that since it was pretty early, it would be a good idea for me to sneak back to the staircase and go down to my floor before someone caught me here. That would surely make the news of the Capitol.
I removed her body from on top of mine and shook Rose's shoulder lightly. She mumbled under her breath and her eyes fluttered open, her blue ones meeting my green ones.
"Hey, I gotta go before someone catches me, but I'll see you later, okay?" I tell her. Rose smiles sleepily and waves lightly.
"Thanks for staying with me," she mutters.
"Anything for you." I lean down and kiss her softly, which she returns. "Sleep tight," I whisper as she turns and falls back asleep, leaving me alone.
I tuck her in and walk out of her room, quickly running down the corridor and out the door of the stairs. I ran down quickly to the second floor, and pushed the door open, sneaking into my room before anyone could see me.
After making sure the coast was clear, I plopped down on my bed and let the one thought that I tried to forget run through my brain.
This was my first night without a nightmare. My first night sleeping peacefully.
The thought would not leave, no matter how hard I tried to forget.
I swore to myself that I wouldn't let Rose get to my mind, but damn if she isn't. She changing me, making me into a fucking wimp, and I'm nothing like a wimp, like the sissy Peter.
Every night, I would have a nightmare, the same one, over and over, and it would never stop.
I heard mother screaming as I walked up to my home from the market because she had asked me to pick up some things for dinner.
I dropped the bags and ran into the front door of the house, searching for my mother's screams.
"Mom!" I yelled, looking around. I ran into the living room, but she wasn't there so I ran to the kitchen.
"Mom!" I yelled again.
I found her, laying under my father who was beating her senseless. She screamed over and over for help, but he didn't stop. My younger brother, Charlie, was in the corner of the kitchen, holding his ears shut and crying, begging for my father to stop.
"Get off of her!" I growled, grabbing fists full of his jacket and ripping him off of her. He tried attacking me by throwing a punch, but I deflect it and punch him in his face.
I throw punch after punch after punch, never letting up. He kept trying to get up, but I kept throwing punches, hitting him in his face without fail. I never got tired, channeling all of the pain and anger that he put my entire family through, pain that he was going to put my little brother through.
"Cato! Cato, stop! You're killing him!" I heard my mom yell. But I didn't listen. All the times she pleaded for him to stop and he didn't listen so..
Like father like son.
I'm not killing him. I'm just teaching him a lesson, like all the 'lessons' he taught me. I would never kill him.. I mean, I hate the man's guts, but he's still my father.
"Stop!" I felt someone pulling me off of him, so I finally let up on the punches.
I yank off the grip that my mother had on me and stand back, staring at the bloody pulp that was my father.
Mom started to shake him, pleading for him to wake up and I rolled my eyes in disgust. I can't believe she still has feelings for a man who made her life a living hell. I stared at my bleeding knuckles, listening to the cries of both my mom and Charlie mixing in with my ragged breath.
"He's dead," mom cried. My eyes widen at her trying to wake him up, but he wouldn't move.
"Dad?" Charlie got up and shook him as well, but he didn't move. I didn't see his chest rise and fall.
The seconds passed, but he still didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't breathe.
It finally hit me after a couple of minutes.
He doesn't wake up for minutes, hours, days, years.. he just laid there on the floor and my feet were glued there so that I couldn't move. I had to stand there and watch him, watch his body decay.
I killed my dad.
That night comes back to haunt me once a night, every night.
I didn't actually kill him, but I did ruin his life. In the nightmare, I kill him, but in real life, it was just an attack. After my brutal attack, he was rushed to an institution where they declared extensive brain damage and multiple cracks in his skull. They had to keep him in mental hospitals from then on out.
Mom had to make up a story, claiming that some thugs had attacked him for something like competition at work, just so that she could save me from being locked up and tortured by the Capitol for the rest of my life.
I refused to visit him there. Knowing the damage that I had done, I couldn't bring myself to walk into that building because it would make me regret what I had done, and one thing is for certain, I do not regret what I did for even a second in my life. He deserved it, and more but I wasn't going to kill him. I couldn't.
That's what I meant by telling Rose that I would rather not let her know about my life because it's brutal. There's more than just that, but for now, that's just a small part of my screwed up existence.
No matter what though, I will forever be thanking Rose for the relief that she brought me for the first time in almost 7 months. For once, I didn't wake up caked in sweat and scared to death. All I wanted now was to be with her, to make her help me get rid of tainted thoughts if only for a moment.
Primrose Everdeen, you are turning me into a fucking wimp, and I love it.
A/N
So, I am reading this chapter over and over and I'm freaking out because this is the first time that they sleep together. I know that you guys wanted some more Prato action, so that's exactly what I have you. There also hasn't been a Cato POV chappie in a long time so I decided that now would be a great time to sneak on in for you all.
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