That, at least, Katniss doesn't doubt. She wouldn't be here, in Matt's bed with his head between her legs, if she didn't think that he wanted to give her the break that no one else has in some time. The days of sleeping with others for money are behind her, along with her days of killing children for sport.
She had no idea that she would be so willing to admit her feelings to him tonight either. True, it hadn't been nightmares that had kept her up all night. She had stayed up all night waiting for him to come home because she was worried. All Katniss had really intended to do was make sure that Matt came home in one piece. She had barely begun to acknowledge her feelings to herself. Blurting out that she loved him and then falling in bed with him? That had been the last thing on Katniss' mind. There's too much at stake when it comes to Matt, too much to feel. She doesn't know how to be numb around him.
Katniss has seen those scars before. She's helped tend to some of those scars since moving in. But those interactions had been completely neutral, those first of a girl determined to pay a debt and then that of a girl determined to help her friend. She knows that they're there even though they're currently covered with his shirt. But there's a difference in how they received them. He received his nobly protecting others, the complete opposite of her own story. They're not the same.
Regardless, he loves her. He's said so aloud. And every touch, every kiss just proves how much he loves her. She's been naked in front of clothed partners before but it's never been like this. She's never felt beautiful, wanted, and loved as a result. Matt's so close to reducing her to nothing more than a bundle of nerves and it doesn't take much more on his end to accomplish his goal. Katniss smiles as he leaves a trail of kisses up and down her legs, sighing or gasping whenever he finds a particularly sensitive spot of skin. "I wouldn't- Matt," she cries out, her original statement forgotten shortly after his mouth finds her center. Suddenly everything is forgotten as a burst of warm pleasure fills her. She jerks against him and tightens her grip on his hair as she orgasms, loudly moaning his game again. "Matt. Matt, don't stop."
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She had no idea that she would be so willing to admit her feelings to him tonight either. True, it hadn't been nightmares that had kept her up all night. She had stayed up all night waiting for him to come home because she was worried. All Katniss had really intended to do was make sure that Matt came home in one piece. She had barely begun to acknowledge her feelings to herself. Blurting out that she loved him and then falling in bed with him? That had been the last thing on Katniss' mind. There's too much at stake when it comes to Matt, too much to feel. She doesn't know how to be numb around him.
Katniss has seen those scars before. She's helped tend to some of those scars since moving in. But those interactions had been completely neutral, those first of a girl determined to pay a debt and then that of a girl determined to help her friend. She knows that they're there even though they're currently covered with his shirt. But there's a difference in how they received them. He received his nobly protecting others, the complete opposite of her own story. They're not the same.
Regardless, he loves her. He's said so aloud. And every touch, every kiss just proves how much he loves her. She's been naked in front of clothed partners before but it's never been like this. She's never felt beautiful, wanted, and loved as a result. Matt's so close to reducing her to nothing more than a bundle of nerves and it doesn't take much more on his end to accomplish his goal. Katniss smiles as he leaves a trail of kisses up and down her legs, sighing or gasping whenever he finds a particularly sensitive spot of skin. "I wouldn't- Matt," she cries out, her original statement forgotten shortly after his mouth finds her center. Suddenly everything is forgotten as a burst of warm pleasure fills her. She jerks against him and tightens her grip on his hair as she orgasms, loudly moaning his game again. "Matt. Matt, don't stop."