Defiance Chapter 20: Joined Together as One, a hunger games fanfic

so, first disclaimer, this chapter is literally just one long sex scene. if that doesn't interest you, or you are under 18, skip it and i promise you missed absolutely nothing.

second disclaimer, this is my first time writing something like this. i would be lying if i said that i genuinely think this is good, but then again, i usually think my writing is absolute garbage and you guys seem to disagree so i really hope that trend continues with this chapter. if it sucks, let me know and i'll delete it and we can all pretend it never happened lmao.

third, my birthday is on tuesday! that's not relevant, but i just wanted to throw it out there. is 22 too young to feel old?

fourth, i've recently learned that my last few chapters were in all italics on here. idk how it happened but i'm sure its my fault. i'm sorry if that made things confusing for anyone or anything like that. i will go back in and fix it in the morning.

finally, i just want you all to know that i adore you and LOVE your reviews so much. i check my email at least 10 times a day looking for them because they make me so incredibly happy.

anyways, cato gets nakey in this chap so i'll leave you all to enjoy that.

The heat from the fire seemed to pierce through the air as she met her lips with his. His words echoed in her mind as she gripped the back of his hair.

Forever.

He couldn't be close enough, she decided then. It was as if a switch had flipped inside of her, a hunger spreading through her body like never before. As they said their vows, with every beat of her heart she felt herself become his. Truly and fully, they were intertwined now. More than ever so before, just like the shining metals of their wedding bands, wound together with an unbreakable bond. And now she couldn't get enough of him.

"Katniss" He hissed against her lips, a soft groan following it as she sucked on his bottom lip.

More.

"Take me upstairs." She commanded.

He pulled back, his eyes full of questions. He didn't have to say the words for her to know that he was asking if she was sure.

"I want this. Now." She answered. Still, he didn't respond; hesitant in his slowly slipping control.

So, she took matters into her own hands. She climbed into his lap, the way she always had to tease him, her legs on either side of his waist. He groaned as she ground herself down on him, a sound that only deepened as her lips met his neck. She acted on instinct, nipping and kissing the skin there. She felt his heart speed up, the skin beneath her lips pulsing faster and faster as his breath came in heavy pants.

Still, he had such control over himself. He had been waiting until she was ready, and she knew that he would never allow her to feel pressured into it. So, he had always kept a tight leash on himself. Even in their most heated moments, she could almost feel him holding back. But, the wait was over. Any fears she had were erased from her mind. The love and passion in her body drove her actions, every soft touch and kiss against his skin came naturally. All she had to do was get him to let go.

Slowly, she worked her way up to his ear. His hands were fisted in the back of her sweater as she pulled away from his neck to say the words that would be his undoing, "I'm your wife, Cato." She whispered, "Make me yours."

Just as she had predicted, it was as if a dam let loose inside of him. He snatched her off the ground, keeping her wrapped around him.

"Oh, you've done it now my little flame." He smirked in her ear just before he ran towards the steps. The laugh that escaped her seemed to echo in the house as the bedroom door was thrown open.

Quicker than she could register, she was on the bed with him on top of her. Their lips crashed together, and a shudder ran through her body as he deepened the kiss. She hooked her legs around his back, pulling him impossibly closer. At the feel of his hardness pressing against her heated core, she heard herself moan against his lips. And then he was kissing her neck, and the moans continued. His hands slipped under her shirt, his fingers dancing across the hot skin of her stomach before reaching the top to cup her breast With every nip of his teeth and brush of his tongue, she lost herself in him further and further. Her back arched into him as his finger grazed across her nipple through the soft lace.

And suddenly, it felt as if there was too much distance between them. She pulled on the bottom of his shirt, silently begging in her mind. He sat up, ripping it over his head before looking down at her with a devilish grin.

"Your turn" He said.

She slipped her sweater off, revealing the delicate ice blue lace that Cinna had created for her. The smirk gracing his mouth fell alongside his jaw, and a flush crept up his neck. She took the moment to admire him, his broad shoulders and the pale skin stretched over powerful muscles. His blonde hair was mussed, strands of it falling in his eyes as he looked over her body.

"Beautiful." He whispered, before gently wrapping his arms around her. In a way that made her heart clench, he slowly guided her up to him by her waist. His eyes met hers, the love in them was as clear as day as he ran his hands over her body. In one quick motion, the bra was unhooked and off her body. And then she was bare from the waist up, and he was worshipping her.

He kissed every inch of her skin, slowly and lovingly. He inched towards her breast, his hand slowly slipping down her body. He teased over and over again, never quite making it to where she needed. Fire spread through her body as he brushed quickly over her nipple and pulled his hand back from the crest of her thigh all at once, and the sound that left her lips was more like a whine than a moan.

He lifted his eyes to hers, only to find her panting and desperate. Her body was pulsing, the need within her cut so deep all she could do was whimper "Please."

He was off of her then, and she groaned at the loss of contact. But his hands, his hands were ripping off her jeans. He took a moment to admire the white lace covering her before it was all gone, and she was bare before him. He stared at her again, drinking her in as she let out a whine of need, and then he was moving again. He snapped out of his trance, every move in his body seemed compelled to give her exactly what she needed. His mouth latched on to her breast, licking and sucking as his tongue flipped against her nipple. Slowly, almost painfully so, his hand slipped up her thigh.

Closer.

Closer.

And then he was there, his fingers slipping between her folds as she moaned. He was soft, gentle, providing the exact friction she desperately needed as her finger wove through his silken hair. He groaned against her as the wetness coated his fingers. He lifted his mouth to hers, softly kissing her as she moaned into his mouth. His finger brushed across her clit, and her back arched into him as fire streamed all around her body.

She whimpered again as he pulled back, taking his fingers with him as he stood up. She sat up in confusion, only having time to give him one frustrated look before he yanked her to the edge of the bed. He spread her legs, slowly and reverently kneeling before her as if she was a queen. She knew the act had more to it than just a simple gesture, his knees met the floor and Katniss understood that he would only ever kneel for her.

And then his mouth was on her, and the first lick of his tongue against her was like lightning in her body. As much as she wanted him to continue, she sat up, pulling his head up to meet her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Oh" Blood rushed into his cheeks as he fumbled over his words, "I was just going to do like what I was doing with my hands with my- "

She cut him off, "No. I know what you're doing. I just- "She took a deep breath, running her hand through her hair, "I thought that you'd rather do something for yourself."

His embarrassment disappeared, replaced in an instant with a relieved smile, "Trust me, this is for my own enjoyment."

"I don't understand." She frowned.

His hands wrapped under her legs, pulling her by the hips to hike her legs over his shoulders. His smirk, as devilishly handsome as always, crossed his face as he met her eyes, "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this." He placed kisses along her thighs, drawing more and more moans from her the closer he got to her core.

"So beautiful." He whispered against her skin.

She was sure she was dreaming.

And then his mouth was on her again, her fingers twisting in the sheets as fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. With broad sweeping strokes, he worked her over effortlessly. The sounds that left her mouth were moans she had no idea she was even capable of making, his name echoing like a mantra on her lips as she edged closer and closer to the precipice. He groaned against her, the vibration of it sent shock waves through her. His hand slowly trailed up her leg, and then his finger slipped inside.

The feeling was different from anything she had ever experienced. It was painful, just for a moment, and then she felt full. As if something inside of her had been craving this the whole time he had been down there, and she hadn't even realized it. He pulled back, earning a loud whimper from her.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

Her frustration hit a breaking point; she was lost to the feelings he had provoked inside of her. "Yes." She answered, a soft moan falling from her lips as she moved herself on his hand. She was desperate, starving in a way she never had before, her mind only focused on one thing.

More.

"Please" She heard herself whimper, and she could have sworn he moaned at the sound of it.

"I'll have to find out how much I can make you beg at another time." He growled against her, sending a rush of excitement through her body at the thought of it before he continued, "Let's give you what you want, shall we, little flame?"

His other hand reached up, pinning her to the bed as he introduced her to pleasures that she had never even dared to dream of. His teeth scraped against her ever so slightly, kissing and sucking at the apex of her thighs. She was on the edge of something, she could feel it building. Her stomach twisted more and more, the fire inside of her burning hotter and hotter, her moans growing louder and louder.

And then the finger that had been slowly pumping inside of her curled upwards, hitting a spot she didn't even know existed, and her climax ripped through her body like an explosion. Her back arched off the bed, her legs shaking against his shoulders, her mind seemingly shattering into a million pieces.

The world went black for a moment, and when she came to she was panting, slowly drifting down from her high as her legs continued to convulse. His mouth was no longer on her, his fingers no longer inside of her, and slowly, a feeling of emptiness seemed to consume her.

He looked up at her, lifting the finger that had been inside of her to his mouth and licking the residual wetness that lingered there away. She had thought that Cato couldn't be any more attractive, but clearly, she was wrong. A smug smile crossed his face, as he examined the way he had undone her.

"You're mine." He smirked, pulling her by her waist up to him. Their mouths crashed into one another, the taste of her lingering on his breath as his tongue slipped in her mouth. That emptiness seemed to grow inside of her, like a wild animal trying desperately to escape its cage. She lost control, her fingers slipping down to undo his belt. He groaned as her fingers brushed across his skin and she slipped his pants down his hips.

"I need you." She whimpered against his lips, and she watched the moment his control slipped.

"Fuck" He groaned, pushing her back onto the bed.

Just as he had, she allowed herself one glorious moment to admire him. Her mouth went dry at the proof of his desire for her, the considerable length of him now free.

"I love you so much." She breathed, her eyes roaming over his body.

"So, you like what you see?" He teased, his eyebrows wriggling.

"Way to ruin the moment, fucking asshole." She groaned, flinging herself back on the bed.

And then he was on top of her, the tip of his cock pressed against her folds as he cocked his head at her. She wanted to stay mad, but the gasp that left her lips as he reached his hand down to part her slit gave her away.

"It's ruined, huh?" He smirked down at her.

Her breath was coming in pants, anticipation racing through her as she looked up at him, "Absolutely ruined."

He frowned, "And here I was looking forward to hear my wife scream my name again."

His words sent an electric shock through her body as his finger slipped up, rubbing a slow circle around her clit as she whimpered, "Fuck, Cato."

"Do you want this Katniss?" He asked, the teasing tone gone from his voice. He was being serious now.

"Yes." She breathed, her eyes opening to meet his. She tried to convey every ounce of love she felt for him in that one look, tried with all her might to let him see just how sure she was.

"Say it." Cato whispered, "I need to hear you say it, Katniss."

"I love you." She answered, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I want this. Please."

And then he slipped inside. She expected a shock of pain, the feeling of being torn open that had been crudely whispered about by the girls at school. She winced in preparation, but it never came. He held still, watching her intently even as his body shook with anticipation.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

There was no pain, only the full feeling she had been desperately craving. She moaned as the tip of him brushed against that spot deep inside of her. She wanted him to move, desperately. She wanted him to feel as good as he made her feel.

"Katniss." He drew her attention back to his question, "Does it hurt, baby? We can stop right now if this is too much." He reassured.

"No!" She cried, the words leaving her mouth before her mind even caught up, "I'm okay, I promise. Please, stay."

He groaned, his head dipping into her neck, "I'd stay here until the end of time if I could."

"Move." She commanded, the need overtaking her body once more as she desperately wriggled her hips, "Please, Cato, move"

He obliged, slowly pumping in and out of her, a desperate moan leaving his lips. Her body shook with delight as he brushed against that spot over and over again. It was slow, torturously slow, and it wasn't long before that wild animal was clawing at it's cage once more.

More.

"My husband." She smiled against his lips as he pushed inside of her.

"Katniss" He said her name like a prayer, "God, Katniss you feel fucking amazing." Slowly, his pace increased.

"I love you." She moaned.

He whimpered, digging his face into her neck as he moved even faster. "Say it again." He commanded, just as he had the first time she uttered the words.

He pulled out, thrusting back in hard. "I love you." She answered.

Over and over again, with each pounding stroke, she whispered the words to him. Her husband, who's soul was intertwined with hers. He was the other half of her. There was no junction where their bodies met, no beginning, middle, or end, they were one in body and soul as her pleasure began building inside of her again.

"You're mine." He growled again as her nails dug into his back.

She gasped, the top of him beginning to brush against her clit as he moved faster and faster. Her legs wrapped around his back, hooking him to her as she writhed beneath him.

"Yours" She echoed, the promise filling the air between them.

"I love you." He breathed, their lips crashing into one another's as her climax built.

Over and over again, she swore herself to him, echoing promises of eternal love as every inch of her seemed to burn. His moans rang in her ears, heightening her pleasure. Her hips began to move in time with his, perfectly synced. She grew louder, her body beginning to quake in a way she recognized all too well.

"Katniss." He moaned her name, "Let go for me, baby. I need to feel it." He begged.

Her climax grew more and more. With his cock buried deep inside of her, his lips on hers, his moans and whimpers shooting straight through her body to her core. Her heart pounded in her chest, the pleasure seeping deeper and deeper until she was right on the edge.

And then Cato said the words that sent her soaring, "Come for me."

If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that the room burst into flames. Cato continued pounding into her, moaning as he felt her spasming around him, seemingly milking the pleasure from her with every breath he took. She rode her never-ending high as his movements grew sloppy and his heart pounded even faster in his chest.

"I'm yours, baby." He swore, faster and faster.

"I was only ever yours." She might have come again just from the sound of his voice.

"I'll only ever be yours."

He roared as he came, slamming into the hilt as she felt his release inside of her, and finally her climax reached it's peak. She arched into him as she felt them become one, their love flowing freely between them as they slowly floated back down.

He was panting above her, his entire body shaking as her eyes met his. He was radiant, the smile that stretched across his face seemed to brighten the entire room.

He rolled off of her, slipping out of her and instantaneously she missed him inside of her. Still, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close as they caught their breaths.

She couldn't believe she had been nervous earlier. This night had been the best of her entire life. Now that they had begun, she wasn't sure they would ever be able to stop. Even now, as she was still drifting down from her climax, all she could think about was feeling him inside of her again.

"You're perfect." He panted, his voice sounding far away. He placed a kiss to her forehead.

"How long until we can go again?" She asked without even thinking.

Katniss felt him smile against her skin as he answered, "You'll be the death of me, Mrs. Hadley."