She had wondered about Karen and Matt, not knowing much of the relationship that existed between the three friends to begin with. It had seemed simple enough to her: Karen was beautiful, Matt handsome. She's also a strong woman who had managed to preserve her own sense of humor despite a crappy life of her own - and someone much closer to his age. The romance had made sense in her head, anyway. But apparently she had been wrong about that, too.
To a degree, Katniss understands why he'd be insecure about their relationship. He does have his practice to consider and any dirt smearing his name won't help his career. But Katniss can't bring herself to care too much about that, about what anyone else might think. She's lost so much and if Matt wants her in his life, she has every intention to be selfish about it. She'll just ignore those assholes, or tell them to fuck off. He doesn't have to do anything.
She minds. But so long as she continues being incapable of holding a job for more than a couple of weeks, she doesn't have much money to spend. Especially when she tries to throw every penny into her sister's bank account. Matt's too generous for his his own good, at least when it comes to her. She should stop taking advantage of his kindness but every time she comes close, she reminds herself that the more money she saves, the better they can afford college for Prim. Her sister will never have to live the kind of life that Katniss has. She can become the doctor that she wants to be. Maybe even figure out a way to restore Matt's sight. Wouldn't that be some sort of amazing kind of karma? Then maybe he could finally see Katniss outside of a world on fire.
She's enjoyed most of her time with Matt. It has, as a whole, been so much better than her old life. But tonight is better than most. Even the conversation, for however terrifying it had been at the time, delights her now. Katniss would have absolutely no complaint if he works on making her lose every shed of control that she still maintains. It's never been like that before. Already, nothing about tonight has been like the other nights. It'll never compare. It'll always be better.
She murmurs happily when he kisses her again and continues to make a number of happy mewling sound every time that he does something to please her. A kiss, a touch, the gasps and moans of his own that make her feel so smug and so alive. Tumbling on to the bed just serves to make her laugh again. The laugh doesn't last long. As soon as he bites her neck, she finds herself moaning again and curling her fingers against his abdomen. Her hips buck against his and her eyes close. As much as she wants Matt to see her like this, sight isn't important right now. All those other sense - touch and taste and sound and smell - they serve to illustrate the moment just as clearly. Her hand slides further up his chest, stroking at every bit of skin that she can find. She alternates with pressure during her explorations, sometimes pressing her fingertips or nails harder into his skin every now and then.
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To a degree, Katniss understands why he'd be insecure about their relationship. He does have his practice to consider and any dirt smearing his name won't help his career. But Katniss can't bring herself to care too much about that, about what anyone else might think. She's lost so much and if Matt wants her in his life, she has every intention to be selfish about it. She'll just ignore those assholes, or tell them to fuck off. He doesn't have to do anything.
She minds. But so long as she continues being incapable of holding a job for more than a couple of weeks, she doesn't have much money to spend. Especially when she tries to throw every penny into her sister's bank account. Matt's too generous for his his own good, at least when it comes to her. She should stop taking advantage of his kindness but every time she comes close, she reminds herself that the more money she saves, the better they can afford college for Prim. Her sister will never have to live the kind of life that Katniss has. She can become the doctor that she wants to be. Maybe even figure out a way to restore Matt's sight. Wouldn't that be some sort of amazing kind of karma? Then maybe he could finally see Katniss outside of a world on fire.
She's enjoyed most of her time with Matt. It has, as a whole, been so much better than her old life. But tonight is better than most. Even the conversation, for however terrifying it had been at the time, delights her now. Katniss would have absolutely no complaint if he works on making her lose every shed of control that she still maintains. It's never been like that before. Already, nothing about tonight has been like the other nights. It'll never compare. It'll always be better.
She murmurs happily when he kisses her again and continues to make a number of happy mewling sound every time that he does something to please her. A kiss, a touch, the gasps and moans of his own that make her feel so smug and so alive. Tumbling on to the bed just serves to make her laugh again. The laugh doesn't last long. As soon as he bites her neck, she finds herself moaning again and curling her fingers against his abdomen. Her hips buck against his and her eyes close. As much as she wants Matt to see her like this, sight isn't important right now. All those other sense - touch and taste and sound and smell - they serve to illustrate the moment just as clearly. Her hand slides further up his chest, stroking at every bit of skin that she can find. She alternates with pressure during her explorations, sometimes pressing her fingertips or nails harder into his skin every now and then.