She's strong. Definitely a survivor. But those aren't reasons for love in her opinion. They're only character traits that succeeded in keeping her alive. Most people could care less if someone's strong or capable of surviving through traumatic events. They either are or they aren't. It's amazing that anyone could love her at all, let alone for those qualities. Katniss has no illusions that life will be good from here on out. No one's life is that perfect. Life hasn't even been all good since moving in with Matt. But in comparison to what it had been?
That much she can understand. She's seen how complicated his life is, lawyer during the day and superhero at night. Either job on its own is time-consuming. Both together? That he's spent a lot of his precious (and she presumes rare to come by)free time with her means a lot. It helps to make his affections easier to accept. They've been their since day one. Katniss has just misinterpreted the hows of it all. This will never be a one night stand. Not unless she's too afraid to push forward with the relationship.
She knows how sensitive Matt is to touch. It's the reason why he has the most luxurious sheets that Katniss has ever slept in. That he'd find her just as... luxurious, for lack of better word, to hold tight to his body is surprising to her. He has to care for her if that's what he wants. If he wants her to be able to enjoy herself as much as he does when they have sex, he has to love her. Right? Because that's what people in love do. At least, that's what she grew up thinking until she was too old to know better. Regardless of what he wants, Katniss won't hesitate to do anything he asks.
As soon as her wrists are free, she wraps her arms around his neck. Her chest presses in to his and were it not for the back of the couch, she'd wrap her legs around his waist. Instead she continues to straddle him, kneeling and pressing her legs as close to his thighs as possible. She's never been this close to a man without being fully naked. It's strange but that nice kind of strange. Katniss knows that he means every word, especially those last four. He loves her. A child-killer who doubled as a prostitute. But he loves her.
Katniss knows that there's a lot more to talk about. There are things she needs to admit to him. More details about her past, all that middle that she's been too afraid to bring up. What'll happen next between them. But right now, she doesn't want to discuss any of that. Hasn't she satisfied his need for slow? Katniss kisses him again, fingers playing with the strands at the nape of his neck. She moves her body suggestively against his. She can't talk anymore. She's happy. And she wants to make the happiness last. Katniss trails kisses along his jawline before tugging at his earlobe. "Tell me what you want," she whispers into his ear. Her breath catches in her throat before she adds in, "love."
Even if it's just to sleep beside him for the rest of the night, she'll do it. He's won her over completely with this four words.
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That much she can understand. She's seen how complicated his life is, lawyer during the day and superhero at night. Either job on its own is time-consuming. Both together? That he's spent a lot of his precious (and she presumes rare to come by)free time with her means a lot. It helps to make his affections easier to accept. They've been their since day one. Katniss has just misinterpreted the hows of it all. This will never be a one night stand. Not unless she's too afraid to push forward with the relationship.
She knows how sensitive Matt is to touch. It's the reason why he has the most luxurious sheets that Katniss has ever slept in. That he'd find her just as... luxurious, for lack of better word, to hold tight to his body is surprising to her. He has to care for her if that's what he wants. If he wants her to be able to enjoy herself as much as he does when they have sex, he has to love her. Right? Because that's what people in love do. At least, that's what she grew up thinking until she was too old to know better. Regardless of what he wants, Katniss won't hesitate to do anything he asks.
As soon as her wrists are free, she wraps her arms around his neck. Her chest presses in to his and were it not for the back of the couch, she'd wrap her legs around his waist. Instead she continues to straddle him, kneeling and pressing her legs as close to his thighs as possible. She's never been this close to a man without being fully naked. It's strange but that nice kind of strange. Katniss knows that he means every word, especially those last four. He loves her. A child-killer who doubled as a prostitute. But he loves her.
Katniss knows that there's a lot more to talk about. There are things she needs to admit to him. More details about her past, all that middle that she's been too afraid to bring up. What'll happen next between them. But right now, she doesn't want to discuss any of that. Hasn't she satisfied his need for slow? Katniss kisses him again, fingers playing with the strands at the nape of his neck. She moves her body suggestively against his. She can't talk anymore. She's happy. And she wants to make the happiness last. Katniss trails kisses along his jawline before tugging at his earlobe. "Tell me what you want," she whispers into his ear. Her breath catches in her throat before she adds in, "love."
Even if it's just to sleep beside him for the rest of the night, she'll do it. He's won her over completely with this four words.