UPDATE -
So, I asked you guys whether you wanted a sexual scene, and everyone but one said that they did want one, so I've decided that it will happen. But, with that being said, I would be changing their ages to 16 and 18. I just don't feel comfortable writing scenes like those with a 14 year old girl.
Prim will still be her beautifully innocent self. That won't change. But please MAKE NOTE OF THE AGE CHANGE!
That being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter you dirty minded girls (maybe guys?).
Banner on the side made by SundayHadley ❤ they're so young in this picture :)
Cato paces back and forth, over and over again while trying to regain his composure. We were doing so great, and I hadn't seen him this angry in a very long time, but as always, it only takes a minute and one sentence to transform him back into his old self.
I tried calming him down, but nothing was working. I really didn't see what he was so worked up for, though. We leave tomorrow to get back to the Capitol, so I don't think Molly would have enough time to try anything even remotely dangerous to me.
"Cato please, can you just sit down?" I pleaded for what I thought was the tenth time.
"I can't just be calm," he growls, turning to me with a large frown.
"Yes, you can."
"Please," he held up a hand, "you telling me to calm down just makes it worse."
"But Cato, it's not as serious as you're making it out to be," I reason.
"You have got to be shitting me right now," Cato mumbled. "Did you really just say that?" he asks.
I gulp and nod slowly. "I just think that-"
That was a bad idea, because he interrupted me and stormed out of the room, picking up a bat on his way out.
Oh no, what was he going to do? Was he going to kill Molly right now?!
"What are you doing, Cato?" He doesn't answer me, just stomps his way into the backyard and around a fence where an old canoe was sitting, torn and tattered like a shark had gotten to it.
Cato aimed the bat and just started attacking the already damaged boat. He showed no mercy, just as he had done to Peeta in the arena. It clicked in my mind... This was his method of letting out all of the anger he had bottled inside. Instead of going to really hurt someone, he attacked a lifeless object. It was a really good idea. We should invest in something like that in our new home.. Wherever that was.
He was really hitting the boat hard that I almost felt bad for the poor canoe.
It had been a while, with him smashing the bat into the canoe, and I wanted to tell him to stop because he was making a lot of noise and it was already getting late. Plus, my underwear was still wet and clinging to my skin uncomfortably and I wanted to take these clothes off. But, I had to let him relieve some of the anger or else he may take it out on me later.
So, I sat down on the ground at a considerable distance and watched him go crazy. I surveyed my nails, stared out into the sky, or just sat there.
After what seemed like an hour, though, I had enough. I am tired and I wanted to go to bed - preferably with him. He knows that I get nightmares without him, just as he gets them without me.
"Cato?"
He didn't answer, just kept hammering away. Sweat was dripping down from his face and seeping into his shirt.
"Cato?"
Still nothing.
I braced myself, thinking about what I could do or say to get his attention. What would make him pay attention to me? He always wants me to sleep, but after today, I know that he would want to do more than just sleep.. So would I...
Nope. No, don't think about that!
"Cato, can you please take me to bed?!"I yelled at him - it was more like a scream. I know he needs to let off steam, but I'm tired. And, if he did this for too long, he could hurt himself.
Cato stopped and turned to look at me, completely bewildered. When I scream, which is not very often, it's not something anyone would just pass up.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, wiping his sweaty face with his sweaty arm.
I pouted and took a step forward. "I know you need to do this, but I'm tired, and you know I can't sleep without you."
Cato nodded. "Could you just wait for a-"
"No! Take me now!" I demanded.
Yes, I get very grumpy when I'm tired.
Cato dropped his bat immediately and picked me up, pushing me into his drenched body. It would have been gross, but I wasn't clean either.
He carried me back into the house, completely silent. I was hoping he would say something about what he was doing, but if he didn't want to, I wasn't going to force him. I learned that Cato would talk to me when he felt that he was ready, and that it was not a good idea to try and force him into anything that he was not willing to do himself.
"You need a shower?" he asks.
I nod and he sits me down in front of the bathroom door. Cato didn't seen angry anymore, but he wasn't happy either. He seemed sad, maybe a little depressed.. Like he needed something to be happy. The problem is that I don't know what makes him happy, what his stress reliever is. He hasn't really opened up to me much, and like I said before, I don't want to force him.
"Are you okay?" I ask, opening the bathroom door.
Cato shrugged, rubbing his temples desperately. His eyes were on the ground and he shook his head.
Something was wrong. My knight was in need of being saved.
"I don't-"
I caught a tear fall down onto the floor and reality suddenly hit me.
Holy jeez..
He's crying.
I pulled Cato into the bathroom as fast as possible and closed the door behind me. Cato leaned against the door and covered his flushed face, hiding himself just like he told me not to do.
"Cato?" I grabbed onto his wrists, removing his hands from his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask for the second time. This was extremely weird. It was always me that needed to be comforted, but now it was Cato, my rock..
"I can't handle all of this fucking stress," he mumbled, finally looking me in the eyes, and right away I could tell that he was tired. It was all there, right in his face. There were dark circles under his eyes, they were rimmed with red.. How could I not notice this before?
He's been hurting this whole time and I'm just noticing?
"It's okay," I told him. "You don't have to worry about me. As long as I'm with you, I'm going to be fine."
"It's not just that.. It's everything. I have to keep you safe, as well as make sure that you were happy. Add that with trying to impress President Snow, leaving my family alone and I just.. I don't-" Cato stopped talking and started crying again.
"Tell me," I said desperately. "Tell me what it is that you need. What can I do to make you feel better?" At this point, I was as desperate as I sounded. I would do anything, anything at all to make him happy again. Cato has done so much and sacrificed his whole life just for me.
I didn't realize that he was as stressed out as he was showing me right now. It hurt me as much as it did him.
I just want to make him happy.
"Give me you," he whispered, staring at me with intense lust.
I knew exactly what he meant and I felt my face flushing. I took a step back, not knowing what to do or say. I said I would do anything, but..
I felt hands on my wrist and realized I was covering my face. He had stepped forward and was staring down at me.
"Don't hide," he said, kissing my palms. "Just relax."
I nodded my head as Cato leaned in and kissed me once, so softly. I felt my knees getting weak and almost lost my balance as he pulled away and stared down at me with that wonderful lust in his eyes.
The way he looked at me, I just couldn't resist. He was the master of my universe and I was under his spell. I didn't want him looking at any other girl the way he looks at me. He was only mine, from now until forever.
"Just let go for me."
I felt my mind getting dizzy. Cato leaned down and licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth. I succumbed to the salty taste of his mouth and Cato picks me up by my bum and places me on the countertop next to the sink.
His tongue danced with mine and I felt his hands go to my sweater and he's pulling it off, leaving me in my bra.
Oh my goodness, what was happening?
My arms went around his neck, pulling him dangerously closer, as he removed his lips from mine and stared at me while holding the clasp to my bra. His eyes questioned if it was okay, and I nodded my head.
I actually nodded my head... I want this.
My breathing accelerated as he undid the clap to my bra and I let it fall down my arms and into the floor.
Cato sucked in a breath and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Holy fucking shit," he breathed.
My eyes went wide and he bent down, clasping his mouth to my chest. It made my insides hot, especially the apex of my thighs.
The same sounds I made yesterday escaped my mouth and my head tipped back. My hands went to balance on the countertop and my breathing faltered. I felt the slick trail that his tongue made from my chest down to my navel and back up again.
This was an insane amount of pleasure that I was feeling and I had no idea how to explain it. It was all new, completely foreign to me but so familiar to Cato.
He knew what he was doing, my goodness he surely did. There was no doubt in my mind that he didn't.
Cato's hand went to my shoes and he slipped them off, along with my socks. I watched as he lifted me up a little to pull my pants off. Why wasn't he taking anything off of himself?
Maybe he didn't plan for that to happen.. Then what was he planning?
He looked back up at me and kissed me again, reentering my mouth and claiming me as his own.
I almost yelled out in surprise when I felt a finger slip inside my underwear and touch me... Down there.
"Oh.." I moaned as I felt his finger circle around, causing a new sense of pleasure to rise up my spine. My hips flexed unwillingly and my arms went around Cato's neck, pulling him closer to me.
One hand wrapped around my back and the other circled around and around, taking me high into the stars. This felt incredibly good, nothing like I've ever experienced.
Incredibly good...
"God, you are so beautiful," he whispered in my ear before nibbling on it.
My breath caught in my throat. His voice only intensified the pleasure. I felt like I was rising to some foreign place. Any longer and I didn't think I could handle it. I would collapse.
"I can't.. I fucking.." Her mumbled.
Cato dropped down into his knees and I frowned. What was he doing now?
I watched breathlessly as he frantically pulled my underwear down. I clasped my thighs together out of instinct and felt my blush.
He can't look at me down there. No one has ever done that before. It's embarrassing.
Cato looked up at me from under his eyelashes and shook his head. "Don't."
I nodded my head and he slowly pulled my legs apart.
"Fuck, why are you so perfect?" He mumbled. He started kissing along my thighs and suddenly, I knew what he was going to do. He was going to kiss me down there.
Oh no..
It's my most private area...
"Cato," I flushed. "You can't do that."
"Oh," he chuckled. "I definitely can."
He's actually going to kiss-
He looked back down and began kissing me in my most sensitive area and surprisingly, it felt better than his fingers. I felt his tongue circle around and my spine shivered as he searched for whatever it was he was trying to get from me.
"You taste divine," he commented.
Oh my goodness. How is he comfortable saying things like that?
His voice.. With all of this...
Circling.
It took a while, but all of a sudden, my body shook vigorously and I don't know what it was, but I couldn't contain myself any longer. I felt something let go inside of me. I yelled out, a little too loudly and my spine tingled.
That was so amazing.
Cato placed his hand onto my mouth as I let go and stood up. My mind was in a daze and I didn't know what to say. I was completely embarrassed with myself for enjoying that so much.
"That was called an orgasm," Cato said with a smirk as I stared at him wide eyed and breathless.
"What?"
"What you just felt.. That's what it's called."
"Oh."
It fell into an awkward silence. I picked up a towel and wrapped it around myself slowly. Now, I was most definitely tired.
"Ready for a bath?" Cato asked, bending to pick me up.
I nod my head, too tired to speak. He went to run a bath for me and I watched, completely mesmerized by the way he moves. The way he makes me feel and the way he made me feel...
As he lowered me into the tub, I wonder why he chose making me feel good his way of relieving stress.
Cato took a washcloth and began washing me with it and soap. I played with the bubbles to distract myself from the fact that he was touching me again. Now that that was over, I couldn't stop blushing.
"Cato?"
"Yes?"
"How come you chose that as a way to make you feel better?" I asked quietly. I had done my fair share of making noise tonight, so I was hoping that I could keep it to a minimum now.
Oh my god, did I lose my virginity?
"I like watching you under my control. When you're not rolling your eyes or taking back.. The sounds you made.. Watching you come undone for me. Shit," he stopped talking and looked away.
"What?"
"I'm going to stop talking about that before I do something we both regret."
Blushing...
That was the end of our conversation. Cato finished washing me and pulled me out of the tub. He carried me to his room, dried me, dressed me, and put me to bed. He kissed my forehead and went to take a shower, and by the time I heard the water running, I was asleep.
I woke up on the couch of Cato's home. I didn't know how I got there, and Cato was nowhere to be found.
I stood up, hoping to hear anything from someone, but the place was silent. Where was Cato?
I didn't even remember Cato coming to bed last night, or even moving me to the couch.
I went to the stairs and walked up silently. Maybe everyone was sleeping and that's why it was so quiet.
I walked up to Cato's door and stood dead in my tracks. I heard sounds.. The same sounds I made last night, but from another girl..
Could..? No.
I pushed the door open, and my heart sank. It was Molly, and she was on top of Cato. He was kissing her, the same way he kissed me and she moaned letting him do what he had done to me only hours before, but more.
How could he? Cato promised me that he would never do anything to hurt me, especially this way. He can't.. This had to be a dream.
"Cato?" I choked on my tears.
He didn't hear me, just continued to pleasure her.
No. I was not going to just let this happen. This stupid.. Bitch!
I don't know what happened, but the next thing I knew, I was tackling Molly to the ground and clawing at her face as she screamed for me to get off of her. My fists flew and I threw punches at her.
"Rose, baby come on!"
I kept punching her, letting out all of my frustration. I have to live in the Capitol, away from my family, and here she was, sleeping with my boyfriend?!
"Wake up! It's just another nightmare!"
Another.. What?
My body was shaking and my eyes opened up to Cato above me, shaking my shoulders. The role was reversed. This time he was saving me from my nightmares.
"No," I cried.
He had just gotten out of the shower since his towel was still wrapped around his bottom half.
I couldn't get Molly out of my mind while I was awake, and now she was invading my dreams. Will I ever escape her?
Cato held me in his arms and rocked me back and forth.
"No," I mumbled again, shaking my head.
"Tell me about it," Cato asked, kissing my forehead.
"It was you.. And, and Molly. And you were-"
Cato cut me off. "I'm going to kill her."
And I'm gonna help him.
Yep. Yes, indeed I did do that. Please, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
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