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The ballroom smelled faintly of champagne and too much perfume. The kind of room Katniss never knew what to do with — tall ceilings, quiet music, and people with false smiles and calculating eyes.
Clove weaved through the crowd easily. Born into it.
Her hand rested light on Katniss’ lower back as she moved through the clusters of fellow lawyers and clients, champagne in one hand, politness on her lips. Katniss had seen that smile before, polished, just on the edge of being sharp. It wasn’t fake, not exactly. Just professional.
Katniss tried not to fidget with her cuff links. The suit Clove had bought her fit almost too well, the soft wool catching every shift of muscle. Every time Clove brushed against her, fingers at her wrist, or ghosting over her waist while she leaned in to whisper, it made her pulse skip.
“Why am I not surprised to find you here?”
Katniss didn’t even look up. She chewed on a baguette topped with cheese and some kind of spread she couldn’t pronounce.
Finnick Odair, all bronze curls and charm, appeared at her shoulder with a glass of something gold. “A wonder she hasn’t put you on a leash yet,” he said, voice bored. “But then, this suit—” his fingers brushed her collar, smoothing it like he owned the fabric, “—is practically her brand on you. What did she drop for it, five grand? To have you as eye candy?”
Katniss shot him a look, swallowing before she spoke. “Wouldn’t know. Her money, her party. I’m just here to escort her.” Licked her lips, added. "Where's your better half? She makes you almost bearable."
Finnick shrugged. “These things aren’t Annie’s scene. She’s home.” He took a sip from his glass, smile curving. “Playing games when I left her.”
“Pity,” Katniss muttered, turning away and spotted a chocolate fountain. “Oh hell yes.”
She piled her tiny plate with fruit, humming in delight, ignoring Finnick's laughter.
“You really are highly food motivated. Still working, what — five jobs?”
“Technically two and a half,” she said, spearing a strawberry.
“I have a job offer.”
Katniss froze. “Not interested.”
“You don’t even know what it is yet.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Steady income. Less exhaustion. Maybe cut down to one job. More time for…” His eyes flicked over the room, deliberate. “…this.”
Katniss snorted. “You’re not the first to promise that.” She licked chocolate off her fingers, caught him watching, and counted under her breath. “Three… two…”
Right on cue, Clove slid into her side, the faintest scent of expensive perfume cutting through the air. Her hand found Katniss’ waist like it belonged there.
“If it isn’t my least favorite peacock,” Clove drawled.
Finnick turned, smile already in place. “Clove. Still charming as ever.”
“Depends who’s asking.” Clove’s attention shifted to Katniss. “You disappeared.”
“You were busy schmoozing your bosses,” Katniss said with a shrug. “I was otherwise occupied.”
Clove’s eyes narrowed. “Did you eat today?”
Katniss nodded.
“More than a slice of toast this morning?”
Katniss hesitated.
“Katniss.”
“I was late,” Katniss muttered. “And the food here’s free.”
Clove sighed, but the corner of her mouth tugged up. “You are impossible.” Her fingers slipped between the buttons of Katniss’ shirt, brushing her stomach. A casual, possessive touch no one else would dare. Katniss sucked in a quiet breath, pulse quickening.
Finnick noticed, of course. He smirked, lifted his glass and subtly out of Clove's sight made a sign to call him before drifting away.
Clove didn’t move her hand. “You’re lucky I like feeding strays,” she murmured, too close to her ear. Her nails scratched lightly against Katniss’ skin, and she smiled when Katniss shivered. “Finish your food. We're leaving soon.”
*
Katniss’ hands curled tighter around Clove’s waist, fingers digging into the soft dip just above her hips like she was anchoring herself there. Her breath hitched as she buried her face into the curve of Clove’s neck, lips brushing the warm skin.
“Katniss!” Clove admonished, though her head tipped to the side without thinking, exposing more of her throat. “Just wait until I got the door.” Her hands fumbled with the keys.
Katniss had waited for too long. Clove had teased her all evening.
Katniss hummed low in her throat, pressing herself closer. Her nose nuzzled the hollow beneath Clove’s jaw, lips brushing over the skin before her teeth joined while she rolled her hips, grinding shamelessly against the firm curve of Clove’s ass. The friction of Katniss’ pants against Clove’s dress made her pulse spike, and she clutched at Clove like she might vanish if she let go.
Clove let out a sharp little moan, her hand pressing at Katniss’ arm. “God, you’re impossible—” she muttered, her voice fraying into a whimper as her body arched back into her anyway.
Her hands drifted to Katniss’ arms, trying to push—but the gentle resistance only made Katniss lean in more, hips rolling against hers.
"That's right, princess, fight back, make it difficult… give me a reason to get rough." Her arousal spiked hot at Clove's gasp, each subtle arch of Clove’s back, every hitch of her breath, teased Katniss further, her own body taut with need.
Fuck—Clove had whispered in her ear how she wished Katniss was wearing her cock, right in front of her own boss and Katniss hadn't stopped thinking about it. Ached for it.
“If I had my cock—” Katniss nipped at her throat, “I would’ve already pushed your panties to the side, sheathed myself in you in one thrust.” To drive it home, she thrust her hips hard, making Clove moan.
Katniss’ arms tightened just a little, enough to keep her there, forcing her to ride the grind. “Know you’d love that. Being fucked right here in the hallway. Audible to all your little neighbors. Bet you’d love it if one of them caught us.”
Clove’s laugh came out breathless, right against Katniss’ ear. “Maybe I would.” She rocked back in small, taunting circles, grinding herself into Katniss’ zipper with deliberate slowness.
The zipper which pressed directly into her clit with every movement.
That smugness nearly undid her. Katniss groaned, guiding her hips harder, rolling against her with building intensity. Clove pressed back instinctively, letting herself be anchored by Katniss’ hands. Their bodies were slick with heat, nearly faltering, but the doorframe kept them upright, forcing them to balance together, limbs brushing and clinging.
“I love seeing you this ready,” she growled into Clove’s throat. “I’m not gonna stop after you fall apart once. Not after tonight. Not until you beg me to stop.”
Clove gasped, pushing back harder, but her smirk lingered through it. “Guess you’d better make me beg, then.”
And then—the lock clicked.
Katniss clawed at the doorframe while clinging to Clove to keep them upright. Both of them stumbled into the apartment. Gazes locking, unexpectedly laughing at the misshape. Before quickly toeing off their shoes. Not done.
“Now where were we?” Clove lifted a brow, closing the distance between them, finger tracing cheekily up the buttons of Katniss’ shirt.
Katniss grasped her wrist, pulled Clove in only to pin her against the door, pushing it close. Her hands running up and down the smooth lines of Clove’s thighs, over and over, greedy for the feel of them, pushing her dress up. Clove’s arms looped around her shoulders, her mouth trailing along Katniss’ jaw, her neck, down to the edge of her collarbone. The scrape of teeth made Katniss shiver.
She tightened her grip, dragging Clove closer, hips grinding together. Clove bit her neck and shifted until she was straddling Katniss’ thigh, rolling her hips with slow insistence. Her heat bleeding through the clothes.
A clawing grab at her shoulder, then Clove cupped her face and kissed her hard, open-mouthed and unashamed. Katniss let her. More than that, she deepened it, holding Clove like she was something to be consumed. Tongues meeting hotly while she massaged Clove’s breast, rolled the nipple lightly between her index finger and her thumb, her other hand reaching down to cup Clove’s sex.
Knees weak at the wetness she found. Panties clinging to her, soaked through.
“Fuck, your so wet. You're soaked. From what, teasing me all night?” Katniss hissed, letting her blunt nails follow the length of the seam of Clove’s panties, running right through her folds, then finding Clove’s clit easily through the fabric; rubbed it in circles. The faintest pressure had Clove’s head falling back against the door with a thud, a broken moan escaping her.
“I barely even touched you.” Katniss growled, mouth trailing along Clove’s jaw, her neck, down to the edge of her collarbone.
She wanted to kiss every inch of Clove's sun-kissed skin, wanted to leave marks everywhere, suck them into her inner thighs until Clove whined, hips bucking against her.
The lace of her panties already so incredibly wet, Clove shuddering against her, made her want to simply slip the fabric to the side, bury her fingers inside of her. Feel how wet and warm she was directly not separated by fabric. To feel her drip down her hand, her wrist. Only for her.
But a more acute hunger had taken hold. To have Clove spread for her. To taste her. To have her rock against her tongue.
She dropped to her knees, Clove bowing forward at her sudden loss, but Katniss haphazardly steadied her, tugging her panties down in one swift motion before guiding Clove’s thighs over each of her shoulders.
Clove was pinned between the door at her back and Katniss’ hold, one hand firm on her stomach, the other bracing beneath her ass, keeping her open and steady.
Clove was completely spread, right in front of her face.
Katniss steadied Clove higher against the door, her pulse hammering. For a moment she just looked: the sight of Clove spread open, flushed and waiting, eyes half-lidded but burning straight down at her.
She leaned in slowly, first pressing her mouth against the inside of Clove’s thigh, then the other, kissing and nipping until Clove squirmed. The scent of her was overwhelming, heady and familiar, driving her into a frenzy.
Katniss saw her sex twitch. Held her open. Gave small gentle licks, blew a little against Clove’s clit, which was an angry pink, puffy, peeking out of its hood.
Nails bit into her shoulder.
When Katniss finally brushed her lips over the slick heat of her sex, Clove let out a ragged gasp, hand tightening in her hair as if to hold her there.
Katniss teased her with feather-light licks, tracing the edges, avoiding the center. Each time Clove shifted her hips forward in frustration, Katniss pulled back, kissing higher up her thigh again, letting the anticipation coil tighter.
“Please, stop—” Clove’s voice broke, sharp with need, looking down at her with hooded eyes. “Stop teasing.”
Only then did Katniss flatten her tongue and dragged it from base to peak, circling her clit causing a broken sound to escape Clove. Her thighs trembled around Katniss’ face, closing tight as Katniss sucked gently. Katniss licked a long, deliberate stripe over her clit, and Clove’s head slammed back against the door with a high keen. One hand fisted in Katniss’ hair, the other clawed at the door.
The taste of her was unforgettable. Katniss pressed her mouth deeper, tonguing into her heat, done with teasing, devouring. Clove writhed against her face, slick smearing across Katniss’ chin, her moans echoing in the high walls of the apartment. Her thighs shook, clamping around Katniss’ head tighter, as if afraid she’d be denied.
Clove rocked against her mouth, breath hitching in short bursts. Her clit bumping against Katniss' nose. Every time Katniss shifted rhythm, slow and broad strokes, then quick flicks of her tongue, Clove’s body stuttered, torn between relief and desperation. Her free hand clawed at the door, trying to ground herself. Clove's thighs wouldn't stop trembling around the sides of Katniss' head, her moans muffled. She bucked harder against Katniss' mouth, spreading her slick all over Katniss' face.
A deep chested groan escaped her as the tip of Katniss' tongue circled her clit, causing Katniss to dip down to the source. Lick into her as deeply as she could, her slick spilling all over her tongue. The arch of her hips, the fluttering around her tongue making Katniss' dizzy. Her own stifled groan vibrated through Clove's folds as she squeezed her legs together, feeling herself soak her pants through.
The tension built in waves, each one higher than the last. Katniss could feel it in the way Clove’s hips jerked erratically, in the tremors in her thighs. She pressed harder, flattening her tongue again, and this time keeping a steady rhythm until she noted Clove's breathless whimpers. Wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked on it. Sending her over the edge.
Clove cried out, sharp and raw, her entire body seizing as her thighs clamped tight around Katniss’ head. Katniss left her clit in favor of her slick, addicted to the way Clove's muscles clenched and fluttered against Katniss’ tongue. Her voice dissolved into gasps and low, broken sounds that rattled out of her chest.
Katniss held Clove steady, licking her through it, tasting every shuddering pulse until Clove sagged back against the door, trembling, her grip in Katniss’ hair loosening into something softer.
Katniss eased Clove back onto trembling legs, sucking one last mark into the jumping muscle of Clove's inner thigh, grazing it with her teeth. Delighting in the way Clove's hips undulated, trying to chase her.
Clove caught her by the collar, dragging her up to her feet with surprising strength after an orgasm, mouth crashing against hers.
Teeth clacking briefly before Katniss melted into it. Their kiss was messy, hungry still, Clove moaning softly as she tasted herself on Katniss’ tongue. Katniss let her, deepening the kiss until Clove shivered and pressed even closer, chest heaving.
The sharp trill of Katniss’ phone cut through the haze. She broke the kiss with a frustrated groan, forehead pressed against Clove’s. The name glowing on the screen made her still.
“Prim,” Katniss muttered, chest tight.
Clove huffed though her smile was fond despite the roughness of her voice. “Answer. I’ll… keep myself busy.”
Katniss’ eyes darkened as she cupped Clove’s jaw, kissing her once more, slower this time, savoring her taste. Eyes dipping to where she could definitely see Clove's nipples through her dress and bra. Licking her lips. “Go to your room. Strip. Be on the bed waiting for me when I’m done.”
Clove’s grin turned wicked as she stepped back, slipping out of her dress in a far too graceful move only to let it fall in a heap behind her on the way to the bedroom. Katniss watched her disappear, then thumbed the call button with a steadying breath.
“Hey, you are calling late. Did you only now come back from the movies?”
“Katniss! Zoe’s parents took us out to eat after the movie ended. We only now came back. We went to a nice Italian place, the food was so good you wouldn’t believe. We need to go there together sometime.”
Katniss hummed. Money wasn’t that tight at the moment.
Katniss leaned against the kitchen island, pinching the bridge of her nose as she listened to Prim chatter. Her phone was cradled tight to her ear, thumb white-knuckled where it gripped the edge. Caught between her own desperation and her need to ensure Prim was taken care of.
“You’re really sure you’ll be okay there overnight?” Katniss asked for the third time, pacing the length of the kitchen island. Her voice was soft but edged, worry threading through every syllable. “If anything happens, you call me. I don’t care how late.”
Prim’s laugh filtered through. “Katniss, it’s just a sleepover. With Zoe. We’ve planned this for weeks. You know her parents. I’ll be fine.”
Katniss’ stomach twisted anyway. Not being there with her, not being able to check the locks, not hearing her breathing in the next room, it made her restless.
She was so focused on Prim’s voice that she didn’t notice Clove slip back into the room until her hot breath brushed her other ear, followed by a low, sultry moan that vibrated straight down her spine.
Katniss shuddered, gripping the counter hard, her breath catching against the receiver.
Clove pressed herself flush against Katniss’ back, arms wrapping around her possessively. Her stiff nipples unmistakable even through the fabric of Katniss' shirt, the heavy softness of her breasts distracting. She mouthed at Katniss’ throat, nipping just under her ear, before her hands dropped with deliberate intent.
The sharp tug of a buckle snapping loose had Katniss jolting. Clove yanked her belt open, pants and shorts sliding down in one rough pull, leaving her bare and trembling.
Katniss hissed through her teeth, trying to keep her voice steady. “Prim—yeah, I’m listening.” But her voice cracked, betraying her.
Clove smirked against her neck, biting down lightly as her hand slipped between Katniss’ thighs. Fingers circled her clit slowly, far too easily with how wet Katniss was though Clove indulged in more teasing before dipping just once into her slick heat.
Katniss nearly lost her grip on the phone when Clove withdrew, only to bring her hand up, showing the gleam of wetness across her fingers—before holding into her eye sight their black strapless strap-on. The sight of it made Katniss’ knees weak. Clove slid the shorter, curved end against Katniss’ folds, pressing it snug along her sex, rubbing it slowly over her clit. Katniss’ breath hitched so hard her words stuttered into the phone.
“Y-you’ll be good, Prim. Promise me? I love you. I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” The last words rushed out in a shaky tumble.
“Love you too!” Prim said cheerfully, but Katniss was already ending the call, tossing the phone blindly onto the counter.
“Finally,” Clove purred against her ear.
She spread Katniss’ legs wider with a nudge of her bare feet, kicking her stance open, then bent her over slightly so Katniss was supporting herself with her elbows on the kitchen island. Katniss clutched the opposite edge to steady herself as Clove dragged her nails up her stomach, opening the buttons of her shirt one by one. Each line of muscle was traced with sharp little scratches that made Katniss’ whole body tense and arch.
“Look at you,” Clove whispered, biting at the curve of her shoulder. “So desperate you couldn’t even wait to hang up.”
Katniss tried to retort, but the words dissolved into a moan as Clove pushed the slicked toy against her entrance. She teased her with shallow thrusts, pushing just an inch in, pulling back, circling her clit with her hand while holding the base of the toy like it was Katniss’ cock.
Katniss’ thighs trembled, breath ragged. She slammed her palm against the table, hips rolling back unconsciously to chase more.
Clove had teased her all night in that dress, touching her, brushing up against her deliberately. Now still tasting her on her tongue, Katniss was so close to the edge already.
“Beg for it,” Clove murmured against her skin, biting down again.
When Katniss only groaned, Clove finally sank the egg shaped bulb of the strap inside her in one smooth push. Katniss’ gasp broke into a cry, forehead pressing into her arm as Clove filled her, circling her clit with practiced cruelty. Her body clenched around the toy, her entire frame taut with the overwhelming rush.
The pressure built fast, too fast. Clove’s rhythm relentless, nails scraping down her abs while her hips snapped forward. Katniss’ chased her climax, rocking back against Clove, until finally her body seized and shuddered, orgasm tearing through her with brutal intensity.
Clove held her steady, hand working her clit until she spilled over the edge, trembling and undone.
Katniss sagged forward against her arms, still shuddering as aftershocks rippled through her, every nerve stretched raw. She barely caught her breath before Clove’s hand slid down, fingers wrapping the shaft of the strap like she meant to jerk her off.
“Look at you,” Clove purred into her ear, voice husky with satisfaction. She gave the toy a lazy tug, her knuckles brushing Katniss’ clit as she stroked her cock. “Bet you’ve been hard for me since you saw me. Danced with me, pretending to listen to those people talk while all you wanted was to bend me over and fuck me.” Her hand jerked the strap once, like she was testing its weight. “God, you’re trembling—you want it so bad you can’t even stand up straight. Pick me up, Katniss. Show me you can actually use this.” Her grin flashed wicked in Katniss' periphery. “Unless you’d rather I keep doing all the work?”
Her moan was soft, cruelly teasing, her hips pressing closer like she couldn’t resist, grinding against Katniss' ass while at the same time pressing the base of the toy deeper inside Katniss.
A ragged sound tore from Katniss’ throat. Her body clenched around the bulb with every twitch, her head snapping up. She twisted, yanking free of Clove’s hold, eyes gone dark with something feral. In one quick motion she shrugged out of her half-open blouse, ripping it down her arms, fingers fumbling at her bra clasp until it fell away. She was naked in an instant, flushed and wild, before crashing her mouth against Clove’s.
Clove barely had time to gasp before Katniss lifted her clean off the floor, hands gripping the backs of her thighs. Clove wrapped around her instinctively, legs cinching tight around Katniss’ waist, their mouths brushing together. The strap pressed hot and solid between them, catching against Clove’s slick folds. Clove moaned, rocking against it, chasing the friction.
Katniss groaned into her mouth, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, every part of her screaming to just thrust up and slide inside. Her control frayed with every shift of Clove’s hips, every desperate grind.
“Fuck—” Katniss muttered against her lips, and without another thought she carried her, stumbling from the kitchen toward the bedroom. Clove clung tight, her laughter sharp and breathless in Katniss’ ear, until Katniss tossed her down onto the mattress, chest heaving.
She tore open the drawer, hands shaking as she dug for the briefs.
Katniss pulled on the briefs, she guided the toy through the o-ring, groaning when the movement forced the bulb deeper inside her, pressure sparking hot through her core. The pressure made her knees weaken. She reached for the lube, only to falter, distracted by the sight of Clove sprawled on the bed.
Clove stretched out like the temptation she always was, breasts taut as she raised her arms over her head, eyes glinting when she caught Katniss staring. Then, with a wicked little grin, she shifted onto her knees, scooting to the edge of the mattress. Her stomach flexed as she moved, the faint muscle beneath soft skin leading Katniss’ gaze lower — to her glistening sex.
“Don’t think we’re going to need that.” Clove cocked her head at the lube.
Katniss rolled her eyes. How many times had she heard that? “We do, unless you want to suck.”
She closed the distance in two strides, catching Clove’s jaw and tilting her head down until her lips met the tip of Katniss’ cock.
Clove arched a brow, her gaze challenging, but her hands were already gripping Katniss’ hips. She took her in eagerly, mouth stretching as far as she could, then pulling back to swirl her tongue over the head. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, and looked up at Katniss with a grin around the length of her cock.
Katniss’ hips jerked forward involuntarily, a sharp groan escaping her. “Enough.” The words were guttural. If she let Clove keep going, she’d lose control right there.
Ignoring Clove’s protest, Katniss dragged her off and crushed their mouths together in a kiss. Her free hand slicked the toy with lube in quick strokes, not caring where it dripped, her entire focus locked on Clove. Letting the lube drop to the floor.
She caught Clove under the thighs and lifted her up again. Clove gasped, breathless, her moan muffled against Katniss’ mouth as the thick length pressed against her folds.
Relishing in the way Clove melted into her the moment she used just a bit of force.
Clove always liked being in charge—at work, in every corner of her life, even in the way she dressed Katniss and told her what to wear. But not here. Not when Katniss had her like this. Here, all that sharp control unraveled, and Katniss could feel it in the way Clove’s body trembled, in how she still tried to tease and command between gasps, right up until Katniss took the lead and made her yield. That trust, that push and pull, it only made Katniss hungrier. Getting Clove to the point where she whined and begged so prettily for Katniss to fuck any sensibility out of her body pure ecstasy.
Katniss laid them out on the bed, Clove’s thighs falling open, perfect and inviting. Her eyes black, her skin coated in a thin film of sweat, her hair spread out of the pillows like a halo, while it was undeniable how wet she was. Slickness covering her inner thighs, staining the sheets. She aligned herself, teasing Clove with the blunt head. Braced herself with one hand next to Clove's shoulder. Clove whimpered, hips rolling up, trying to drag her in faster, but Katniss only pressed shallowly, sinking in an inch only to pull back out.
“Don’t,” Clove gasped, nails biting into Katniss’ shoulders.
Katniss smirked, leaning down to kiss the protest off her mouth. “So greedy.”
She rocked her hips slowly, pushing deeper, pulling back, grinding until Clove’s breath came in sharp bursts. Every time Clove reached for her clit, Katniss caught her wrist and pinned it to the mattress.
“You wait,” Katniss growled, sliding in another inch, savoring the way Clove fluttered around her.
Clove groaned, finally breaking free, one hand flying down to rub frantically at her clit. Katniss arched a brow, amused even as heat coiled tight inside her from the tug of the shorter end pressing deep with every motion. From seeing how desperate Clove was.
When she finally bottomed out, Clove’s head snapped back, a strangled moan tearing free. Katniss stayed there, buried to the hilt, circling her hips in slow, relentless rolls until Clove was trembling, thighs quivering against Katniss' sides.
Only then did she pull nearly all the way out, then thrust back in hard enough to make Clove cry out.
The sound broke Katniss’ control. Her rhythm built: sharp, deliberate thrusts, her own moans muffled against Clove’s mouth. Entranced with the bounce of Clove's breasts in response to her every thrust.
Clove flushed scarlet from chest to cheeks, thighs trembling as she hooked one leg tight around Katniss’ hip. The heat of her was velvet, the squeeze unbearable. Katniss ground forward, chasing the broken little sound it tore from Clove’s throat.
The sloppy, filthy way Clove kissed her made Katniss’ toes curl. Teeth tugged at her lower lip, nails scored down her shoulder. Katniss slid her free hand lower, grabbing a greedy handful of Clove’s ass, squeezing hard. Clove groaned low into her mouth, rocking up to meet her, their rhythm a shared hunger.
“So good,” Clove hummed, lips dragging against Katniss’. Her thighs quivered, urging Katniss deeper, faster and Katniss hiked Clove's other leg over her hip.
Clove nails dug into her back, filthy kisses mixing with sobbing pleas. “There—yes, right there, don’t stop, don’t you dare—”
Katniss groaned low, forehead pressed to Clove’s, keeping the rhythm steady even as her muscles burned. The strap dragged deliciously inside her too, every deep thrust making her quake.
She shifted slightly, angling her hips, and Clove nearly screamed, back arching off the bed. “Oh god—right there—Katniss—”
Katniss’ panting changed into a snarl of effort as she slammed into that spot over and over, the obscene slap of their bodies filling the room. Clove writhed beneath her, trying to pull her closer, her thighs clamping Katniss’ hips.
Used the grip on Clove’s ass for leverage to drive even deeper. The angle had Clove sobbing into her mouth, her body a taut wire beneath her.
“You feel so good,” Katniss rasped, lost in the way Clove clenched and fluttered around her. Clove tried to look away but Katniss kissed her, repeated it against her lips until Clove surrendered to her praise.
The pace shifted again, not just driving but grinding too, Katniss circling her hips to drag against every nerve inside Clove while the inner end ground harder into her. Each motion stoked the fire higher, both of them undone, caught between pleasure and desperation.
Katniss shuddered, muscles straining but holding steady. Clove tried to kiss her through the gasps and moans, hips widening despite the resistance as she clenched tight around her cock. Katniss groaned, flattening herself against Clove, their eyes locking.
She couldn’t be more turned on. Every sharp inhale, every broken moan fed her, made her hips pound harder. Clove’s legs squeezed Katniss, pulling her impossibly close. Electricity arced up Katniss’ spine at the sight of Clove—pupils blown, lips swollen and spit-slick, absolutely desperate, back arching to take her deeper.
“This is it. I’m gonna cum.” Clove whimpered against her lips.
Katniss rutted harder, chasing it with her, feeling Clove tense beneath her, meeting every thrust. The broken sound Clove gave nearly undid her, especially as she bit into Katniss’ throat. The flash of pain had her rhythm stutter, but Clove’s nails dug into her ass, aiding her movement. Clove sucked the sting away, lips soothing the mark before letting go.
“Katniss… please.” Clove rasped.
Katniss crashed their lips together, swallowing her moan, breath mingling. She gave a few more savage thrusts, the other end of the strap hitting just right, her own brain short-circuiting under the flood of pleasure.
Clove came apart first, hips shuddering wildly, quivering thighs locked tight around Katniss’ hips, nails carving red down her skin. The sight and sound of her unraveling dragged Katniss over the edge too, orgasm tearing through her until her body shook.
Katniss gave a last few erratic jerks riding out both their orgasms while Clove kissed her through it, softer now, gentle.
She collapsed forward, nearly boneless, but Clove only pulled her closer. Their slick skin stuck together, and Clove trailed sloppy kisses across her neck and shoulder while Katniss buried her face in her hair. Inhaling her familiar perfume, her scent of leather and flint while catching her breath, heart hammering. Clove's hands kept roaming her back, tracing lightly along her spine. Groaning when she tried to move, her muscles already sore, she let herself sink into the afterglow, Clove holding her tight.
Katniss winced as her muscles still protested a few minutes later as she gave moving another try but she didn't want to crush Clove beneath her.
“I don’t think I can move.” She sighed, already dreading work tomorrow if even walking was going to hurt.
“Oh, baby.” Clove’s voice was husky, but the mocking edge should’ve warned her. “Need your sugar momma to take care of you?”
Katniss heaved herself up onto her elbows, glaring at the smirk spreading across Clove’s flushed, sweat-damp face. Her breasts swayed with every shallow breath.
“That joke got old fast.” Katniss leaned down, wrapped her lips around a nipple, and sucked until Clove cursed.
Kissing circles around the nipple, pebbled under her attention, nuzzling and nibbling the soft skin surrounding it before moving to the other side. Pushing both breasts together, nuzzling into the softness, swirling her tongue over the stiff buds. Clove’s hand knotted in her hair, trying to drag her closer.
Katniss resisted, grazing a nipple with her teeth before letting it go with a wet pop. Then, ignoring Clove’s whine, she pulled out just enough to flip her onto her stomach.
Clove barely had time to gasp before Katniss molded herself to her back, pressing her into the mattress with her weight. She sank back inside Clove in one smooth thrust, hips flush, keeping Clove utterly full. Bracketing Clove's thighs with hers. Clove's dark hair slipped over her shoulder as she collapsed into the pillow, a muffled moan spilling into the fabric.
Katniss wanted, no needed to hear her. Her mouth watering at the thought alone, drinking in the sight of Clove's fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets.
Katniss panted, trailing her fingers up Clove’s flank until she eased them into Clove's hair, tugging gently until she lifted herself back up shakily into a taut, perfect bow. The tendons in Clove’s neck strained deliciously and Katniss wanted to bite down.
“Where’d all that attitude go?” Katniss breathed against her ear, giving her ear lobe a nip. Clove whined, her body clenching as the cock shifted impossibly deeper.
Katniss raked her fingers through Clove’s hair once, then slid them down to cup her chin, pulling her head to the side for a messy kiss. The angle was awkward, but the hunger in it erased any care.
She started to rut slowly, barely pulling out, grinding against Clove’s ass with each roll of her hips. The part of the strap inside Katniss sent jolts of heat through her. Clove whined, rocking back into the thrusts, shifting against the mattress for more friction.
Katniss bucked harder, unable to help herself, until she caught Clove’s hand and pinned it beside her head. Then the other. Fingers laced, arms stretched long as she fucked into her.
“You are so perfect,” Katniss whispered into her nape, lips tracing kisses and sharp little nips across her skin. Clove mewled at the words, trembling beneath her. “Taking me so well, princess.”
“Faster.” Clove’s voice broke on the plea.
Katniss only shook her head, teeth finding her shoulder again. She squeezed their joined hands, slowed her thrusts into deep, deliberate grinds.
“C’mon, please.” Clove rocked back, goading her. Her voice sharpened with want, every word a taunt. “I want to know I’m yours. Even after your hands have left my body I want to be reminded of it. When I’m at work tomorrow, I want bruises as keepsakes. I want to feel you even when you’re not next to me.”
The words undid her. Katniss released Clove’s hands, braced them instead on her hips firmly, fingers digging in. She pushed up to her knees and drove into her harder, faster, just the way Clove begged for.
Clove arched, ass tilting up, thighs trembling as each thrust rocked her forward. Her gasps broke into sobbing moans, a symphony to Katniss’ ears. She couldn’t look away, watching her cock disappear into Clove over and over, her stretching Clove out. The slick coating her thighs proof of just how far gone Clove already was. The sweat gathering in the dimples of Clove's back.
Katniss braced a hand on Clove's lower back, held her down, pounding into her, pace rough and merciless. Clove’s arms gave out, collapsing onto her elbows, her face pressed into the sheets as she keened.
"You good?" Clove just gave another drawn out moan. "You're taking me so well, princess." Clove in response fluttered tight, body twitching, a soaking mess, the third orgasm clawing through her.
Katniss was right there with her, every thrust dragging her closer, the strap grinding against her with perfect pressure. Clove sobbed her name, begged shamelessly, sensitive and quivering.
And Katniss gave it to her, burying herself to the hilt, fucking Clove through it.
Katniss drove into her one last time, with Clove’s body clenching and shuddering, Katniss’ breath tore out of her chest as the strap rubbed her raw and perfect inside.
She collapsed forward, too wrung out to hold herself up. Clove only managed a weak groan, the cock still buried deep, before melting under her weight. Their sweat-slicked skin stuck together, hearts thundering in sync.
For a beat Katniss just lay there, boneless, until guilt flickered, afraid she was flattening Clove completely. With a groan she shifted to roll them onto their sides. Then was reminded that she perhaps should first get rid of the strap. Starting by pulling out, but before she could Clove’s hand clamped on her hip, holding her there.
“Don’t.” The word was soft, husky. “Not yet.”
Katniss stilled, letting out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She settled into the crook of Clove’s neck instead, her hands wandering lazily wherever they could reach, cupping her breasts, indulging in their softness, down her stomach, over her ribs, down the curve of her thigh. Clove hummed, eyelids fluttering close, pliant and sated.
“You needed it bad, huh?” Katniss murmured, half a tease, half an observation.
Clove groaned, burying her face in the pillow, but Katniss still caught the twitch of a smirk on her lips. She reached for Katniss’ hand, threading their fingers together.
“Shouldn’t keep me waiting that long next time,” she rasped, voice frayed but tinged with warmth.
Katniss huffed a laugh, pressed a kiss to her damp brow, and just held her. At least until Clove's breathing got steady. She couldn't fall asleep with the strap still nestled between them, warm and slick. She huffed a tired laugh, brushing her fingers over Clove’s shoulder.
“Yeah… we can’t sleep like this,” she murmured, voice rough with fatigue.
Clove hummed softly, one arm underneath her chin, the other flopped onto the mattress. Katniss carefully eased the strap free. Clove gave a small, almost lazy groan as it slid out, the heat still lingering where it had been. Katniss tucked it aside, wiping their bodies lightly with a damp corner of a blanket. The motion made both of them shift: twisted sheets bunched around their legs, sweat-slick skin sticking in messy, warm patches. A pillow had fallen to the floor, a blanket half-balled under them, and one of Clove’s legs was flung over Katniss’ hip.
Katniss let Clove roll over toward her, pivoting gently so their faces could meet. Noses brushed, foreheads leaning together, eyes half-lidded but twinkling. Clove’s hand found hers again, threading fingers through hers. Katniss adjusted slightly, pressing her cheek against Clove’s head, letting her hands drift over her back and arms, memorizing the curves and warmth as they sank closer into the tangle of sheets and blankets.
“See? We can’t even get comfortable in this mess,” Katniss offered with a lazy grin, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead.
Clove mumbled something incomprehensible, then gave a tiny, teasing slap to Katniss’ side. “Worth it.”
Katniss chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair, even as Clove poked her in the ribs again. “Don’t tease me at one of your work events again. I didn’t sign up to hear your whiny phony colleagues while you were trying to kill me all night with that dress. I’ll forgive you this time… but next time it definitely ends differently.”
Clove’s hand squeezed hers, voice already drifting low and sleepy. “Next time… you better break faster.”
Katniss pressed a final kiss to her damp hair. Their bodies tangled in the twisted sheets, half-balled blankets, and sticky warmth, heartbeat and breath slowly syncing as exhaustion took over.
“In your dreams,” Katniss let her hand drift over Clove’s spine, over her ribs, and down her thigh one last time. Clove hummed in response, curling closer, and finally, they drifted into a messy, tangled sleep. Bodies sticky, limbs entwined, hearts still hammering softly against each other.