She'd never want to see him become another one of New York's jaded attorneys. Katniss had met too many of the jaded, corrupt ones in the Games. The men and women that didn't have the least bit guilt when it came to defending the criminals in charge of the underground fighting ring. Because of that, she had been slightly wary of Matt when he had told her about his day job. But Matt's so much better than those lawyers. He and his friend Foggy both. They're good people. She couldn't imagine anyone else but Matt to serve as her reminder of the world being a better place.
A charming story like that would suit Katniss just fine. It's close enough of the truth. Close enough at least, that if Prim studied her sister closely, she might understand that starry-eyed look on Katniss' face. The reason why her sister, who never had time for boys before leaving home at sixteen, had fallen so deeply for an older man. For now, it's still something to dream about. Katniss needs to be a lot more secure in herself before she can face Prim face to face. But at least she can email and text her sister now, after a painful two year absence.
Before tonight, Katniss never understood how someone could hear a smile. Or how much love could be conveyed in touch. Her senses aren't anywhere as developed as his. They'll never be. But she doesn't doubt his words when he says that he sees her in his own way. Those shades of fire of his are very fitting tonight. She feels on fire; every emotion and every nerve are alive and ablaze with sensation. It's overwhelming but for once, that's okay. She's happy to let herself be enveloped like this.
"Knew you were smart," she replies, half her words muffled as she continues to give in to that need to devour his kiss. Even the way he rocks back against her doesn't get her to stop; she just moans into his mouth instead. The only time she breaks contact is to pull his shirt over his head. Katniss tosses it somewhere, not quite paying attention to wear. A quick smile crosses her face. Even with his scars, he's gorgeous. She wants to run her hands over every sculpted muscle but the control that would take is long gone. Especially when he echoes her offer from earlier. She sucks at his lower lip as she uses her foot to push down the band of his sweatpants and release him. Remembering his answer to her own offer, she answers, "All I want is you."
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A charming story like that would suit Katniss just fine. It's close enough of the truth. Close enough at least, that if Prim studied her sister closely, she might understand that starry-eyed look on Katniss' face. The reason why her sister, who never had time for boys before leaving home at sixteen, had fallen so deeply for an older man. For now, it's still something to dream about. Katniss needs to be a lot more secure in herself before she can face Prim face to face. But at least she can email and text her sister now, after a painful two year absence.
Before tonight, Katniss never understood how someone could hear a smile. Or how much love could be conveyed in touch. Her senses aren't anywhere as developed as his. They'll never be. But she doesn't doubt his words when he says that he sees her in his own way. Those shades of fire of his are very fitting tonight. She feels on fire; every emotion and every nerve are alive and ablaze with sensation. It's overwhelming but for once, that's okay. She's happy to let herself be enveloped like this.
"Knew you were smart," she replies, half her words muffled as she continues to give in to that need to devour his kiss. Even the way he rocks back against her doesn't get her to stop; she just moans into his mouth instead. The only time she breaks contact is to pull his shirt over his head. Katniss tosses it somewhere, not quite paying attention to wear. A quick smile crosses her face. Even with his scars, he's gorgeous. She wants to run her hands over every sculpted muscle but the control that would take is long gone. Especially when he echoes her offer from earlier. She sucks at his lower lip as she uses her foot to push down the band of his sweatpants and release him. Remembering his answer to her own offer, she answers, "All I want is you."