Light the Way

Twenty Three

Dinner went by quickly. A warm meal waited for them as Opal had promised, some kind of vegetable soup and thick slices of bread with cheese melted in between, meant to be dipped into it. It was a good meal, sufficient enough to get them through, but not as delicious as what the Capitol had to offer.

He plopped down onto the bed, eager to lie down and sort through the thoughts that had swam through his mind while exploring District One. He and Olivia shared various questioning glances with one another during their tour, saving them all for when they'd have the privacy to talk.

Olivia blew out the candle on the table and laid down next to him, tugging the silken blankets up to her chin, letting them swallow her up just like the darkness in the room. She turned onto her side and he followed suit, moving closer until their noses touched.

"What do you think?" Olivia wasted no time, eager to start talking about it. She was filled to the brim with questions and details she had been noting along the way. Ready to explode.

"They have quite the style." He said sarcastically, feeling her breath on his face. He could still see the outline of her smile as she laughed with him, and he fought the urge to lean in and kiss her. They had some important things to discuss, while it was fresh in their minds.

"Everything they've built is a shrine to us." He said more seriously, thinking back to how much work had gone into the buildings to make them look perfect. The favourite child of the family trying their best to remain on top. District One was trying to wave their hands up in the face of the Capitol, notice me, please. It's like they were screaming it out to him the entire journey here. He held no malice towards the notion though, if it kept the rebels at bay and the District people patriotic and willing, then who was he to mock their architecture?

Olivia nodded in response, tangling her legs in with his to get closer. The entire day they kept their distance, only ever brushing fingers and sharing stolen glances. She missed the closeness.

"They're a bit much sometimes. The kids looked more promising though, for the games." Olivia shared with him, directing them to the true subject of their visit.

"Especially if they're all lining up for cadet training. Patriotism is much easier to sell." Coriolanus added on, pushing his knee in between Olivia's legs, so her leg arched over him, their bodies much closer now. Chests touching.

"Definitely a contender." Olivia responded back, breathily. Her hands snaking up around Coriolanus' arms, and to the back of his neck. Her fingers brushed gently against the scarred tissue on his shoulder, brows furrowing in confusion. She must not have seen it before, when they were in her room, entangled.

"It's from the bombs that went off." He said lowly, suddenly worried someone might be listening in to them. The rebels, and Highbottom as it had come to light, were responsible for the blemishes on his perfect flesh. 

"To hell with all of them, then." Olivia said back with voracity, even in the dark he could see the glint in her eyes. A promise of retribution.

Coriolanus pushed his thigh further in between hers, bringing their hips flush together, rocking against her gently. His hand came down to cup her face, bringing her lips to his with a soft urgency. His other hand snaked under her and trailed down her back, keeping her pressed against him. Their thin nightclothes provided the only form of protection between their naked bodies.

Olivia kissed him back, her tongue slipping between his parted lips the first chance she got. A soft hum forming between them that filled the dark room. The tension quickly building as Olivia rubbed herself against him, hoping for some more of that delicious friction that formed from their hips. Her nipples hardened against his chest, his hand coming to slide up between them, under her shirt and up her side, cupping the soft mounds that were begging for his attention.