Katniss Everdeen
In response to Katniss's apprehension about being recognised, Madge led her down another route from the coat check. Past the service corridors and wine cellars. Through a wooden door which ejected them into a cool evening breeze. She donned a scarf as they trotted down the back alley. Reaching the river's edge and its glimmering glory. The Capitol still buzzed with energy on a Friday night. Neon signs and skylights reflected in the water's surface. But Madge's attention was turned to Katniss, trying to keep up with her in awkward heels.
"You seem to know this place well," Katniss sniggered.
"Well, good enough," Madge answered, looking down at her hand, "never had a taste for nightlife."
"Oh yea? I thought you did, frankly. District 12 gets quiet the moment the sun sets-"
"It gets lonely sometimes, here," Madge slowed her footsteps, "but in all honestly - filling my head with noise doesn't exactly solve any of that. It's like putting a bandaid on a bullet wound."
Katniss's chest clenched at the confession. The way Madge looked back at her. That knowing look in her eyes that stretched between girls like them. She'd known this feeling a thousand times over like the back of her hand; surrounded by people and feeling like the last person on earth. You have me, now. Katniss wanted to tell her. No matter what happens after tonight, there'll be a piece of yourself I'll pin to my heart. But the wind passed between them, and so did the moment. Madge looked forward as they approached the main road.
The girl flicked her gaze back, shudder in her lips before she spoke.
"Katniss," Madge's voice trembled, "can I hold your hand?"
The word yes! surged to the front of Katniss's lips. But Madge had already grabbed her hand. The urgency of her grasp thudding in her rapid heartbeat. Bright beaming smiles plastered on their faces as they crossed the street to the training centre. Same ol' Madge. Quiet, kind and brave. Doing what mattered the most in each moment without caring for the consequence. They passed through the lobby undetected and unrecognised. Disappointment crept into Katniss when their hands parted momentarily so she could press the elevator button. She considered warning Madge about how fast the elevator moved. But decided not to.
As expected, the sudden lurch of the elevator threw Madge sideways into Katniss's arms.
"Woah!"
The acceleration evened out. Katniss found herself looking down into Madge's eyes, rife with desire. They appeared locked onto hers, before dipping to her lips for a split-second. But before she could think one way or the other about it - stumbled as the elevator jerked to a halt. Madge's eyes widened in wonder when the elevator door opened directly into an apartment. Soft ambient lights glowed on the ceiling. Black marble flooring and plush velvet furniture.
"You have the whole floor to yourself?" Madge tottered into the dimly lit apartment, "Unreal."
"This used to be where they housed us for the games, but I guess it's my residence now. Since no one is - well - using it."
Madge dropped her purse on the dining table and went straight to the enormous, floor-to-ceiling windows. A pale moon looked upon the Capitol. Vast starless night with clouds wreathed in an ethereal glow. Lights stretched in every direction. A kaleidoscope of colours and sparkling jewels that swam away from focus as Katniss approached behind her.
"I'm sure this isn't the most luxurious apartment you've been brought back to in the Capitol," Katniss said.
Madge turned to face her, "No. It isn't. But it's yours. And that makes it better than anywhere else."
A tremor crept through Katniss's chest, "I-I used to visit your place. Back in District 12."
"Oh yea?" Madge's voice lit up, "What did we get up to?"
"Not much - I just liked spending time with you. Even if you were working for your father," Katniss mused, "you'd read. Or write. Cook. Knit. Play the piano."
Madge tilted her head over Katniss's shoulder, "I see a piano over there."
It'd faded into the background from the day she stepped in. Katniss had completely forgotten about the obscenely ostentatious grand piano on a dais.
"Well, you're my guest for tonight," Katniss brushed a hand against Madge's lower back. The girl tensed at her touch. "Feel free to-"
Eyes fixed on Katniss's - the girl wandered over and tested each key. Bright-sounding notes filled the hollowness of the enormous apartment. Katniss had always endured its cold despite the intelligent climate control. Yet now, with the simplest of melodies that flowed from Madge's fingertips. The gleam of her gold-crowned hair and that sultry, unfamiliar look in her eyes. Katniss felt a giddy rush of warmth flood her face. Pooling in the pit of her belly as she sat next to Madge and watched those fingers dance across the keys. Her spirit lifted. Whisked into the memory when things were simpler. Idyllic days where they could bask in each other's company and not worry about memories coming to haunt them.
Madge reached the end of her song. Cheeks glowed scarlet.
"You remembered this song," Katniss breathed, unwilling to let her voice sully the fragile space between them.
"I don't actually," Madge looked down at her fingers, pale and slender like the ivory keys beneath them, "all I remember is playing."
"And you'll know if you've done something," Katniss suggested, "if you do it."
"Exactly."
"Play another song, then."
Madge's lips tugged into a smile. She started up another song. Slower. A leisurely stroll with a melody that rose and fell in time with her breathing. Katniss waited until Madge appeared lost in her playing before shifting closer. Hesitant. Finally giving into that swell of longing and leaning her head on Madge's shoulder. Beneath the song, a hitch of a breath. Three more measures until Madge finished.
"I remember this," Madge whispered.
"The song?"
"No," Madge snaked a hand around Katniss's neck, "this. Your head on mine while I played."
Katniss's heart leapt. Did a somersault. Still she reined it in. Not wanting to push Madge to tears. She steeped herself in the tenderness of Madge's lavender scented hair and the gentleness of her hand on hers. Waiting until the unbearable tremor of her touch proved too much to resist venturing another question.
"What else do you remember?"
Fingertips trailed along her wrist. Her breath caught when Madge's fingers linked through hers. Gentle wisp of a breath upon her collarbone. She felt lightheaded all of a sudden. Like she'd faint if she held back the tide with her willpower any further.
"This. Your hand in mine. Your breath on my cheek. The closeness."
Katniss turned long enough to sigh as Madge's lips closed upon hers. Soft like cotton. Tasting exactly like how she remembered. Ripe with urgency and a desire that pierced straight through her lips, into her heart. Katniss's hands fell to her waist as she dragged her closer. As though letting her go would mean waking from this dream. That Madge was kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
They parted long enough for a fingertip to trace the trembling outline of her lips.
"Do you-"
"Yes, I remember this," Madge cooed, hot breath mixing with Katniss's, "I don't know how I could even forget."
Heat flashed through Katniss's face and she surged forward into another kiss. Lips parted in a heavy, open-mouthed kiss. Greedy hands pawed at satin and soft cotton and the very sobering realisation there wasn't a soul in the world who was going to stop them. No reapings. No Games. No war or broken memories or ones lost through time. This was an entirely new memory they were making. Glowing hot like coalfire in a forge. Flickering flames that spread in the darkness from head to toe until she was engulfed in heat.
Her senses came to. Blurry image of Madge's eyes swam into view. A pensive hand had slipped into her coat, easing part of it off her shoulders. Katniss reciprocated in kind; sneaking fingers beneath Madge's blazer and peeling it from her shoulders.
"D-does this bring up any memories?" Katniss whispered. Fabric pooled upon the piano bench. With it, the thud of Katniss's heavy coat.
"I remember taking off my coat at your house," Madge smiled, hands flung round Katniss's neck, lips curling against hers, "but definitely not like this."
Smart girl.
Lips met again. Hunger and thirst collided as they probed in a tender dance of longing. Instead of being burned alive, Katniss felt like drowning in Madge's touch. Each brush of hands up her body felt like she'd been dunked into an abyss of pleasure. Breaching the surface between ragged gasps that filled her lungs with the scent of Madge. Bravehearted Madge who pushed deeper and deeper into her lips like she was trying to devour her whole. Wiry strong arms that wrapped around her waist and lifted her up. The sudden movement robbed Katniss's breath. Replaced with a sharp clang as Madge deposited her upon the keys.
"Guess what," Madge sneered, "I don't remember this either."
"No," Katniss drew her closer, "because it didn't happen."
"Yet."
Madge canted her hips into Katniss's parted legs. A cry of pleasure tore out from her throat. Greedy hands pawed at each piece of clothing. Every inch of exposed skin. The very present hunger between them inflamed by how this just wasn't enough. They both wanted more.
Madge cracked first. Slipping the straps of Katniss's dress over her shoulders and watching her eyes for the slightest trace of apprehension. None came. Only parted lips wordlessly shaped into a plea for more. She tugged it down further. Creamy olive skin gleaming in the dim lights. Tautness of her exposed tummy that quivered beneath the brush of Madge's fingertips.
"This definitely didn't happen," Madge's voice trembled. A moment before she recalled that aching lust that brimmed within her. Lips drawn towards the generous swell of Katniss's bosom held within a black lace bra. A deep breath. Before lavishing her cleavage with wet, open-mouthed kisses. She threw her head back. Hands slamming backward upon piano keys with another clang as she gripped it for support.
"Oh, Madge!" Katniss cried out, hands clamped upon her head. Blonde braid already disheveled. A guttural moan reverberated from the pit of her lungs when Madge kneaded her through the bra. Rife hunger evident in her grip. The other hand pawed away at getting the rest of her dress off. Only evidence of her progress coming from the obscene melody as Katniss shifted around on the piano keys. Not wanting to damage their ears anymore, Katniss stood upright and kicked off her heels. Dress pooling between her feet and face burning with shame at being this undressed before her childhood friend.
As if reading her thoughts, Madge pinched her own dress and pulled it off in one fell swoop. Dropping the white cotton in a heap upon Katniss's dress. Pale, creamy skin glowed in Katniss's eyes. Her mouth fell ajar. Very present blush on her cheeks Madge brushed her fingertips against.
"Let me guess," Madge teased her rapidly spreading blush, "we were friends - but we'd never made it this far."
Katniss covered her mouth, struggling to speak beneath the heaving in her chest. "No."
For a moment, Madge stood eye-to-eye before Katniss. Allowing the girl's gaze to traverse across the entirety of her body. Like she was being baptised anew in a sight she had never beheld. Fingertips joined the journey. Brushing along the straps of Madge's white cotton bra and the dip of her cleavage. A sigh as they grazed across her peaks. Heavy air between them getting more heated with each passing moment.
"I swear on my life, Katniss," Madge stuttered, "if we keep teasing each other like this. I'm going to burst."
"Do something, then," Katniss goaded.
An arm around her lower back swung Katniss around. She stumbled. Landing on the piano bench. Breath venting in an oomph when Madge straddled her squarely. Before she could react, Madge had reached around her back and unhooked her bra. Slipping it off her shoulders before Katniss could even blink. Meanwhile, Katniss tugged and pulled at the clasp of Madge's bra. Hampered by the very fervent fondling that Madge had started lavishing on her bosom. It took a groan of frustration before Madge relented and took it off for her. Tossing it overhead onto the keys before dragging her into another kiss. Their breasts flushed. Hardened peaks of their arousal reminded each other just how electrically charged their bodies had become.
"Madge, Madge," Katniss seethed, biting back yet another moan. Hard, rough kisses down her neck. Fingers pawing away at her breasts. Grazing her nipples. She felt like she was about to explode. "We're really doing this."
Madge paused, "Don't you want to?"
"I do, b-but," Katniss leaned back, just so that Madge could have easier access down the slope of her breasts, "I don't know what to do next."
"Just let me look after you."
Her protests were cut off by yet another kiss. Lips trailed down her chest in a blaze of glistening, wet love marks. Katniss gripped the piano bench. The entirety of her body wound tight with anticipation as she felt Madge gently pecking her way down her torso. Legs closed of their own accord until they were pried apart. She felt painfully shy. Almost unwilling to allow the delicate girl she'd picnicked and swam in the lake with to do something this intimate like pulling off her panties. The nakedness of her core bared; white-hot and throbbing. She could taste her own arousal in the air. Heavy scent that paralyzed her momentarily. Long enough for Madge to kneel and pry her legs open.
"This-" Katniss moaned. Words stolen from her lungs. Beneath the rapid thump of her heart she felt Madge's lips close upon her thighs. Hard, puckered kisses mingled with soft ones. She scarcely knew what the girl was up to, what she was going to do next. Only screwing her eyes shut as the rollercoaster sent her careening towards the inevitable touch of Madge's lips to her core. Blinding white light that burned her inside out. A scream tore through the apartment as Madge lavished her folds.
She heard a snicker.
"I haven't even started yet."
Right before her tongue plunged deep again.
She couldn't help it. One leg hefted upright as she involuntarily sought to give Madge more space. More leverage to explore her folds. All while her breaths rapidly peaked. Rising and falling as the pleasure wracked her insides. Yea, sure - Peeta had eaten her out before. Slow, lazy weekend mornings with the smell of bread baking downstairs. But it'd always been a precursor. Foreplay to get her warm enough for the actual deed.
This was Madge's performance. The sonata and crescendo and allegro all at once. Her skillful tongue flicked tentatively against her clit as she worked Katniss up into a frenzy. She hadn't even realised she'd fisted her hand into Madge's scalp until the girl groaned in discomfort from how hard Katniss was gripping her head.
"Oh Madge," Katniss cried out, "y-you're killing me!"
She leaned back. Her spine hitting the keys and throwing up a godawful cacophony of piano notes again. She thought she imagined a laugh between her legs. Fading out into the sound of her own moaning as that rapidly warming point of heat in her belly threatened to explode and set her ablaze. With all earnesty, Katniss pushed that orb away. Trying to hold onto whatever little figment of control she had left between her hips. Not wanting to come undone so quickly. It was impossible. She'd lost all willpower. Just like how they were fated to meet and descend once again into this maddening game of attraction she'd always lose.
With this in mind, Katniss relaxed into Madge's ministrations. Her hips flexed of their own accord. A shudder tore through her body, pleasure rising in ever-higher crests as they consumed her whole. She found her hips arching into Madge's mouth. And the girl still refused to let up. Pushing her mouth down hard as each successive wave crashed into her. Elbows clanging upon piano keys and her breath venting in rapid, stuttery pulses. Time slowed to a crawl. She was still riding out the last aftershocks of her orgasm when Madge's face appeared over hers. Gleeful smile spread wide upon her glistening lips.
"What-" Katniss heaved, trying and failing to catch her breath, "What was that?"
Madge kissed her. Salty taste of her own arousal stoking the afterglow of her climax. It was only when Madge's finger trailed her cheekbone that Katniss realised she'd shed tears.
"Never made love to a girl?" Madge whispered, "Because that's what it's like."
"Not like this," Katniss answered, voice soft and tenderhearted, "not with someone like you."
Madge froze for a moment as her words took root. The glow on her face said it all. Scarlet blush. Kiss swollen lips. Eyes soaked in lust. Katniss wished she could take a picture of this girl and live in the memory of it. Getting so drunk on Madge that she barely winced when she sat on her thigh. Right hand arced around her waist and dipped precariously low upon the waistband of Madge's panties.
"Katniss-"
"Shh," Katniss hushed, fingertip on her lips, "I want to-"
Their lips met. Tight seal of Madge's mouth loosening when Katniss slipped into her panties.
"Katniss-" the plea came again. A whimper against her ears. God. She could hear her whisper her name for the rest of her life. Quickly realising that she'd travelled this far and would be content just to know Madge breathed. Let alone the sound of her voice.
Let alone the tight, heavy moans as she tenderly kneaded her folds.
Sweat-glistened arms clung onto Katniss's neck as she mewled. It was easy finding her core. A singular, white-hot point of warmth soaked deep in arousal. Rapid, shuddering breaths guiding Katniss along with her strokes. The novelty of touching another girl like she touched herself quickly melted away into deep-seated pleasure when Madge's eyelashes fluttered open and she saw how taken the girl was. Grey eyes wordlessly pleading for more. To rub harder and faster. Katniss obliged her. Until nails dug into her spine and she felt like she was getting crushed with how tightly wound Madge had gotten.
"Like this?" Katniss inquired, still unsure.
"-exactly like this," Madge arched further into her touch.
The moans rapidly disintegrated into hoarse panting. Fervent pleas Katniss couldn't understand. Her fingers worked away in tight, urgent circles around Madge's clit. Enjoying the way her ministrations could steal the words from Madge's throat. They kissed again. And through stuttery lips Katniss imagined hearing a deep voice reverberate from her lungs.
"Fuck me."
The sudden obscenity from a prim and proper Mayor's daughter took her aback. But then again, hadn't that same mouth just made her come?
"You sure?"
"Yes," Madge's eyes told her everything she needed to know, "I'm sure."
Katniss paused. Legs spread a little wider. They locked eyes momentarily before Katniss eased a finger in. Relishing in the way Madge shuddered tight around her. Throwing her head back as she mouthed out more. She bit on her lip and pushed another finger in. The girth ripping out another shrill cry. Please, Madge begged, fuck me.
She really wants this.
Katniss gritted her teeth and pumped into her. Hands clutched tight. Breaths held silent against the wet sopping noises that punctuated Katniss's ragged breaths. It was the quick work of a matter of minutes before Madge came undone. Ridges of her spine flexed tight before she unfurled in a cry of release. Violent shuddering that Katniss held onto with all her might. Cradling the girl to herself as she rode out each successive crest of her orgasm.
She never knew she could do this. Let alone to Madge. The girl of her dreams. Who smiled at her in another lifetime. And visited her dreams in this one. Now alive - looking back with a look of utter longing that clenched at her chest. For once, Katniss stopped looking over her shoulder, wondering if there was anyone coming. Or anything that would stop her from languishing in her guilty pleasures. There was only this. Three thousand square feet of a Capitol apartment. Two girls and two lifetimes between them. A second chance for love both fought through hell to achieve, but never deserved. Through grief and forgotten memories and now - finally touching each other across an impossible void.
Katniss reached up a trembling fingertip, brushing a tear from Madge's cheek. Her panties were completely soaked through.
"I don't think we ever did this together, did we?" Madge forced a trembling smile.
"No," Katniss whispered back, sealing her question with a kiss.
"Well," Madge kissed her with half-lidded eyes, "looks like we made a new memory together."