Different people do see different qualities as attractive. For Katniss, his strength had appealed to her as well. But it had been his compassion that had really caught her attention. Of course Katniss had known there were superheroes out there. You had to be an idiot to still deny their existence. But the Avengers seemed more concerned with saving the world than the average citizen. It's noble but not nearly as noble as a man willing to risk his life and existence for one person. She never knew that men like Matt had existed. Maybe, if she's lucky, she can wind up being like him some day.
Though she'll just as willingly settle for being with him. Katniss doesn't care about the looks they sometimes get when he does succeed in getting her out of the apartment with him. She doesn't care about the looks that they will get as a couple. Twenty years doesn't matter. She could never date someone her own age anyway. They wouldn't understand. But he does. He's understood from the start. He's everything that she needs in her life. She got lucky that he grew to agree on that circumstance. She just has to be brave enough to keep growing herself.
She can't imagine how she might be overwhelming Matt's senses right now. The thought barely crosses her mind. Maybe later she'll think about it. Make sure that it's okay for her to be close to him on a regular basis. She's started to use his unscented shampoos and body washes only recently, not wanting to disturb his daily routine any more than she already has. To her, with her average senses, he just smells like Matt, like home. She does catch the way his heart has started to beat crazily again and she doesn't doubt that he's noticed. That's okay. She wants him to notice every reaction she has to him. Because she has absolutely no doubt that his groans and breathy exhales are definitely turning her own.
Katniss can't pin point what it is exactly that ultimately breaks any walls and control she has left: his husky murmur of 'you' or the way he kisses her seconds later. She moans loudly when he bites her lip, unable to stop herself from reacting. Nails dig into his neck and she moves herself against him again. She kisses him back hard, biting and tasting and practically devouring his mouth as if the kiss is more necessary for her survival than anything else she's ever done. Maybe it is. "I'm clean," she remembers to mumble at some point during the kiss. "Have me."
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Though she'll just as willingly settle for being with him. Katniss doesn't care about the looks they sometimes get when he does succeed in getting her out of the apartment with him. She doesn't care about the looks that they will get as a couple. Twenty years doesn't matter. She could never date someone her own age anyway. They wouldn't understand. But he does. He's understood from the start. He's everything that she needs in her life. She got lucky that he grew to agree on that circumstance. She just has to be brave enough to keep growing herself.
She can't imagine how she might be overwhelming Matt's senses right now. The thought barely crosses her mind. Maybe later she'll think about it. Make sure that it's okay for her to be close to him on a regular basis. She's started to use his unscented shampoos and body washes only recently, not wanting to disturb his daily routine any more than she already has. To her, with her average senses, he just smells like Matt, like home. She does catch the way his heart has started to beat crazily again and she doesn't doubt that he's noticed. That's okay. She wants him to notice every reaction she has to him. Because she has absolutely no doubt that his groans and breathy exhales are definitely turning her own.
Katniss can't pin point what it is exactly that ultimately breaks any walls and control she has left: his husky murmur of 'you' or the way he kisses her seconds later. She moans loudly when he bites her lip, unable to stop herself from reacting. Nails dig into his neck and she moves herself against him again. She kisses him back hard, biting and tasting and practically devouring his mouth as if the kiss is more necessary for her survival than anything else she's ever done. Maybe it is. "I'm clean," she remembers to mumble at some point during the kiss. "Have me."