Then they better make the most of it now. They better make the most of every single second they can have together. Maybe it'll last, maybe it won't. But Katniss refuses to ever end up like her mother. She's survived too much to fall apart if she ever loses Matt. Mostly, she'll just do her best not to lose him period. All the more reason why Katniss will have his back out there in the field sooner rather than later.
Loving Matt is easy when it comes to loving herself. He is a decent human being. More than decent. He's one of the best that she's ever met. Someday when she sees herself as more than what she had been reduced in the past few years, she'll understand that no one is too good for her. That she is deserving of a man like Matt. A man that'll love her.
There are a lot of issues they'll be working on over the next few days, weeks, and maybe if they're lucky, even months or years. She knows that getting involved in a relationship with Matt will be one of the hardest things that she'll have to do. It had gotten easy in the Games. She had become absolutely numb to that life. To everything but her own hatred of herself. Feeling again is a lot harder. She'll need that reassurance.
Compared to most of her experience, he is far too considerate. Far too nice. If she gave that same permission to one of her patrons from the Games, they really would take. They'd take everything and not give a damn if she enjoys it or not. But he's still checking on her, still making sure she's okay with everything. Is it possible to love him any more? Especially given that she has only known him for a few months?
"Anything," she repeats, kissing that smile on his face before he removes her shirt. Being dressed for bed, there's nothing underneath her shirt but bare skin. Katniss sighs happily when Matt runs his hands along her body. Her chest and stomach are covered with subtle scars from the fights and other things that she'd rather not think about. Someone with Matt's sense of touch won't miss them. He teases her with fingertips at her breast and she squirms a little in response. The kisses are an even greater torture, but the best kind of torture that she can think of. Her breath comes out in small pants between words. "No one's ever loved me before. You can have anything. Whatever, however you want. Cause it's what I want. Cause... cause you love me."
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Loving Matt is easy when it comes to loving herself. He is a decent human being. More than decent. He's one of the best that she's ever met. Someday when she sees herself as more than what she had been reduced in the past few years, she'll understand that no one is too good for her. That she is deserving of a man like Matt. A man that'll love her.
There are a lot of issues they'll be working on over the next few days, weeks, and maybe if they're lucky, even months or years. She knows that getting involved in a relationship with Matt will be one of the hardest things that she'll have to do. It had gotten easy in the Games. She had become absolutely numb to that life. To everything but her own hatred of herself. Feeling again is a lot harder. She'll need that reassurance.
Compared to most of her experience, he is far too considerate. Far too nice. If she gave that same permission to one of her patrons from the Games, they really would take. They'd take everything and not give a damn if she enjoys it or not. But he's still checking on her, still making sure she's okay with everything. Is it possible to love him any more? Especially given that she has only known him for a few months?
"Anything," she repeats, kissing that smile on his face before he removes her shirt. Being dressed for bed, there's nothing underneath her shirt but bare skin. Katniss sighs happily when Matt runs his hands along her body. Her chest and stomach are covered with subtle scars from the fights and other things that she'd rather not think about. Someone with Matt's sense of touch won't miss them. He teases her with fingertips at her breast and she squirms a little in response. The kisses are an even greater torture, but the best kind of torture that she can think of. Her breath comes out in small pants between words. "No one's ever loved me before. You can have anything. Whatever, however you want. Cause it's what I want. Cause... cause you love me."