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[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her eyes closed then as she stepped closer so their bodies pressed together, shaking her head slowly "no...no" she interjected in his words, her head against his tight chest. "It's not true." She sighed at his touch, yet his hands started to make their way around to her back and she caught his wrists in a lightening fast reaction, her eyes widening as she realized what she'd done. "Look...you're right. I haven't always been treated right..."

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She shivered at his touch and nodded, real easing his wrists and holding onto his strong biceps with shaking hands as water ran down her face, off her long lashes and lips, her hair flat against her flawless skin. "I know. I trust you" she whispered fleetingly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She eventually smiled after the third time he said it, shushing him with a giggle, shaking her head slightly as she pressed her head into his chest, her hands gripping his arms, sliding the glass door shut

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She held the back of his head as he sucked on her, looking up with a spark in her eyes, smirking at his words with a slight nod of her head, feeling his breath quicken pace. "Of course..." She but her red lip in anticipation.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She smiled, her body pressed tight against his, her arms at his sides as she giggled at his tickling touch, yet shivers racked her body from the sensation and the sheer fact of knowing that Haymitch Abernathy not only had his hands on her right now, but would have them all over her in a minute.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sighed, feeling her body heat up in response to the slight rise she could feel in him. It amazed her that most men tried to hide it, yet Haymitch seemed perfectly content with letting her know how he felt at the moment.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her pelvis gave in, rotating her hips slightly against his subtle and conscious movement. She could tell he'd done this before, but honestly didn't care as she swallowed when he licks her neck, his breath hot against her, moans deep inside her, silent so far.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She stood, her hands unmoving at her sides, though she was tempted to reach down and relieve herself, the way he was rubbing her. Miara felt her breath catch when their lips met, having to hold onto his sides so she could roll with his hips, her breath shortening

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((Yes please! U first?))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her body shook with the sheer effort of existing. Of pumping blood and breathing. Her shaking, thin hand reached and held onto the silver pendant necklace that hung down her neck in the valley between her heaving breasts, pulling at it in a trifling way, gasping. Her shining lips opened but did not speak for a moment, searching for words in her brain among the crowding thoughts of him. "It's okay." A pause, then repeated. "It's okay"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She held clinging onto him helplessly. Never had she felt like this. Never. Like she had been beatn and dragged for miles, poisoned. And yet, despite her pain and exhaustion, she smiled softly, her fingers on his chest as he held her bare body against him, her breath cool and soft against him. "I'm okay" she whispered again, looking up at him with half open eyes.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"But it's-" she stopped when he rubbed her thighs, moaning softly and in a breathless, dreamy way, her forehead against his shoulder as his hands went to work, leaving her in pleasure in pain. "It's such a lovely mess" she whispered, a rush to get the words out while she could.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She moaned quietly once more, her legs quavering. Her mind formed a cogent thought every now and then, yet the remaining perfumy fog of sex dashed it away nearly immediately thereafter. "How do you know to do this?" she whispered quietly, her breasts pressed to his chest as she sighed at the quiet and perfect kneading on his lips.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She moaned in relief, her back shivering as she held onto his shoulder weakly, like a wet leaf clinging tot the side of the river bank. "To knead me..." she smiled slightly at the way that sounded, though his growl returned her warmth and caught her up into a sigh

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She laughed in an exhausted manner, yet her hands slipped to wrap around his chest, working hard to flex and unflex her calves in his hands. "I didn't mean that need. But do not worry. I wouldn't consider it. " she kissed his chin, as it was all she could easily reach when he was looking away. "Why were you drunk?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh... Hush" she insisted, shaking her head and interlacing their fingers, yawning as she leaned up to him, kissing his chest.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She nodded, her stopped his hands, licking her cracked lips. "How many?" She whispered in yet another cut off sentence, looking up to his careful and brooding face

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Women?" She asked quietly, her hands playing in his hair. It was silent, save the quiet noises of the swaying train.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her hair dripped down the shallow of her pale back. After living without work for a year, in luxury of the capitol during his game, her body was paler than ever before, the dust and coal had been scrubbed out till her body was pink and puffy. Yet his skin had been unwielding, she noticed, as she clung to him like a baby koala, of the coal and dark lines that would forever carve around his neck and muscles. "Why does that make you sad?" she breathed, her breath cold against his heated body.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh..." she rolled her eyes, stretching her legs out and pointing her toes. "Please. Don't say that" she waved him off, half asleep.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Me too.." she trailed off, her hair clinging to her and his hand. His fingers rested over her scar, yet she did not care in this instance, falling into a dreamless sleep with her body clinging as one to his

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She moaned in her sleep, shrinking closer into his side as she shivered slightly, the train rocking back and forth.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She woke the next morning to a prim knock at the door, sitting bolt upright with a gasp, pulling the covers up with herself.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sat astonished, looking to him in shock as the knocking this time was a lout beating. "Haymitch!" She cried in a whisper with large desperate and embarrassed eyes, her chestnut waves all over her back and chest.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She yelped in embarrassment, covering herself as best she could and burying her blushing face in pillow. Their mentor screamed, dropping her juice glass, looking utterly crushed. "B-breakfast!" She squeaked before disappearing.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Ooh..." She looked flustered and pressed her hands to her burning red cheeks, shaking her head. "I can't believe someone saw that"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She frowned slightly as the young male avox exited. "You shouldn't make him serve you" she breathed, shaking her head and standing, wrapping the dark sheets about herself, shivering as her feet hit the cold tile.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"No. Just be respectful" she spat, pulling her flowing gray dress on, sighing softly as she pulled her necklace from its drawer.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Well for starters you're yelling" she remarked, giving him a look as she slid into her leather riding boots, shaking her head slowly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She nodded, her hand smooth and gentle, wrapping around his arm as she walked out ahead of him. Her dress was generic, with leather accessories, as they were in the livestock district. "Of course" she smiled, her hips swaying as she walked out ahead of them.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She huffed as she sat, filling her plate with minuscule portions of the rich Capitol food. She fought with herself, both drawn in and repelled by his loving possessiveness. She let her eyes sink below the escorts glare as she ate silently.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sighed, looking over to him with pitiful eyes, a small smile on her face and a look of disdain in her as she wiped her mouth, finishing and standing, walking the long path on her own to the back of the train.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Yes?" She whispered, looking down at her feet, which were dangling off the edge of her bed, swinging back and forth as she sought some form of childlike escape from this world.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Why?" she asked plainly, looking to the door before reaching up, twirling her dark hair in between her fingers. She licked her lips, rolling her shoulders in the darkness, all the lights out and her curtains drawn.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She rolled her eyes at his posesiveness, his constant need to be with her. She didn't know why this was, but at the moment her thoughts were back in the arena and she didn't want to be bothered, especially by who she loved. "Why are you grouchy?" she asked aloud, laying back on her bed and watching the ceiling.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sighed, giving in to his voice and hopping up, unlocking the door and calling quietly to his back. "Come back..." She conceded, smiling softly at him.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She gasped, leaning back a bit to take him in, biting into her lip"you're a horrible person, she whined as she massaged his neck.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She moaned in part play and part truth, her hands in her own hair. "Oh yes.:.." She whined.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"You're too used to getting your way," she whispered, giggling bitterly and kissing his cheek, her fingers interlacing with his.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh...sometimes I don't" she sighed, her hands against his chest before she turned, her back to him as the curve of their bodies fit perfectly together.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"You act like the avoxes are plotting to kill me," she whispered in a rough and quiet, dreamy tone, her hands over his as she molded to him. His stiffness frightened her, and she knew not why he had it, yet didn't mind entirely

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She turned to him, kissing him, though he lay unresponsively. "I did, yet if one of us is untrusting of those masquerading as friends, it should be me" she smirked, biting her lip

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sat up then, clearing her throat. Her dress had fallen off both her shoulders, and she pulled the thin and flowing fabric back up on one side. She had known Maysilee, and been hurt at her death. Yet she shook her head. "She would have died anyways" she whispered

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sighed and climbed from bed, her dress cascading down to her thighs. He bare white feet skittered over to him as she stood on her toes and kissed his nose before sighing and leaning back, looking out the window and watching non-specific landscape flash by.

((her dress:
))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She jumped, withdrawing her hands against herself, biting into her lip as she tensed. "Haymitch it's the capitol! What did you expect! Living in peace? No!" she came up to him, standing before him and pressing him to the wall, making sure she met her gaze. "And it doesn't end here. Every year you're dug up out of your depression and made to smile onstage before sending two more kids off to die. Welcome to hell Haymitch, get used to it" she finished bitterly.

((Is this before Snow makes him become a sort of sex slave like Finnick?))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Yes you do. You don't know their power!" she called, her voice loud and audible yet calm as she sighed, shutting her door. She stood a long time and watched the window before slipping on her heeled leather ankle boots and leather hand chains. It was all for the capitol. All of this. And she didn't have a choice. Not now that she had him. Her hair was in a mussed (think Elsa from frozen) braid, her eyes smoky and intense. She shut the window as they entered the fields of the district, clearing her throat to avoid tears. This was her life.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara did not budge from her room until the train stopped and the doors whisked open. Even then, she had the litheness of step to precede Haymitch off the train to avoid the crowd, her dress swaying with the slightest breath of movement, barely covering the tops of her thighs. The crowd parted, girls and women screaming his name until they were safely in the empty capitol building.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara stood before a mirror in the leather encased capitol, decorated with great and elaborate murals of the livestock raised in the district. The mirror was floor length, in which she scrutinized with great care every aspect of her smooth and pale skin, frowning at the long, thin, raised mark across her collarbone, still not healed enough to conceal itself. She fingered through her hair, sighing as she finished, unsure of what to do with herself.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"It's expected" she shrugged as if it were nothing, whisking a spare lash from her face as he sighed and licked her lips, watching him in the mirror behind her. Perhaps it was his lone male presence in the large bathroom, or the way he advanced upon her, his walk and the way his arms swung showing how clearly defined he was. But she realized his terrifying power. Yet she had faced down worse. "It's no problem"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

The small fingers of her right hand wrapped arounf his arm, her left palm pressing to his cheek. Her smoky eyes fell cloed, and her lips parted in an unspoken sigh. "I suppose"