𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 [𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] 🔞

ᴇɪɢʜᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇʀ

[A/N]: Smut warning this chapter

Coriolanus shifted slightly, adjusting his hold around your sleeping frame. His fingers traced lazy patterns over your bare arm as he watched the peaceful expression on your sleeping face. His eyes moved to the window where pale moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting the room in a soft silver glow.

His mind consisted of jumbled thoughts. A huge part of him felt content, the joy of having finally admitted feelings for each other and being together like this was undeniable. But there was also a twinge of guilt. In the back of his mind, there was a nagging voice telling him this was wrong. His mind kept wandering to his family, to the way his father would react if he knew he was here, lying in bed with a district girl. He could almost hear his deceased father's disapproval whispering in his ears.

But when he looked back at you, asleep next to him, he couldn't bring himself to care. He rested his chin on your head, enjoying the smell of your hair. The silence of the night and your steady breathing kept him calm.

His eyes landed on the gleaming light of your headpiece on your dresser. His face contorted in thought for a moment before he carefully disentangled himself from your sleeping grasp. He quietly climbed out of bed and walked cautiously to the discarded fine garment, picking it up gently. He felt the weight of it in his hands as he examined it.

As he pocketed it into his tuxedo, he glanced back at you, your sleeping form blissfully unaware. Your steady breathing was a stark contrast to the guilt churning in his chest.

He tried to justify it to himself. Lucy Gray needed a guitar, it was crucial for her to impress in the interview. They made a deal when she pulled him off to the side at the zoo. She would sing during her time for her interview on the condition of Coriolanus providing her with a decent guitar. Musical instruments were expensive in the Capitol, but Coriolanus had now found a way to make it work.

He refused to ask you for any money. It was already humiliating enough that your father had already helped his family several times with keeping their home. Besides, you wouldn't miss one small accessory. He doubted you would even notice its lack of presence. He figured he would use the rest of the money to get some actual decent groceries for once and perhaps some clothes that would actually fit him.

Just as he thought he was finished here, his eyes were drawn to the compact on the beside table, the way it glinted in the soft moonlight. He picked it up and examined it, turning it over in his hands. The lid opened with a quiet click. It was a pretty, dainty little thing. Just like you. He ran his fingers over its smooth, cool surface. The guilt over taking your headpiece was already weighing on him, yet he couldn't ignore how useful this could be for his plan.

He rationalized it in his head as well. It was one small trinket, you could easily replace it with a dozen more. And it would save him from having to figure out how to sneak the poison in with Lucy Gray without anyone noticing. The temptation was too much to resist.

He also placed it in his pocket, the weight of his deception growing heavier with each object taken.

Coriolanus returned to bed, settling in beside you again. He wrapped his arms back around you to pull you in close, seeking comfort in the feel of you as if it could offset the nagging guilt. He tried to convince himself that it was for a good cause. It was a small sacrifice to help someone in need and to propel himself a step closer to the prize. But the guilt only seemed to grow, settling deep in his stomach as a pit of unease.

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Your eyes were shut as you smiled in ecstasy. You enjoyed how hazy your mind became as Coriolanus pleasured you with his tongue. No thoughts, only focusing on the delirious sensation of his mouth on your pussy. You pulled at his blonde curls, panting erratically and keen to reach your orgasm.