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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_Trilogy_-_Suzanne_Collins
  Relationship:
      Cinna/Katniss_Everdeen
  Character:
      Cinna, Katniss_Everdeen
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-03-20 Words: 572
****** Convincing ******
by sirenalley
Summary
     Tiny smut drabble for the prompt, "eye of the beholder." Katniss is
     convinced she's not beautiful enough to wear Cinna's clothes.
She latches and hangs onto him with her nails, leaving red grooves on his skin,
driven by sheer force of spirit. The argument had escalated rapidly, as much as
Cinna ever argues; his cool calm matched only by her heated insistence. There
was never any winning between them. Something about her goes beyond his ideal
of a rebellion’s symbol—she’s much more than that, much more than a girl, more
like a woman. Katniss Everdeen is inspiration in its purest form. And he’s
inspired.
Cinna didn’t give up the third time she proclaimed herself ‘too ugly to wear
anything you make’—he simply altered his strategy.
Now, with her pinned on the flat bed of her room in the Training Center, he
will show her exactly what he means when he says she’s all he’s ever desired in
a tribute. Words have no effect, no matter how many times he attempts them.
It doesn’t matter if the small, throaty noises she makes are lost in the
sheets, if she can’t bring herself to respond to the praise he whispers down
her throat, his mouth laying out a burning line. He feels no regret peeling her
out of the silken dress of flames, eager for the smoothness beneath—a wide hip,
perfect slope of a spine, arched shoulders and bared breasts. Cinna’s hands are
delicate, artful in the way they cup her between pale thighs and slide through
the gathering wetness there. He can tell she’s never been touched this way
before; she nearly sobs as one finger opens her, a callused thumb at her clit.
“I know you choose not to listen,” he whispers, and she cuts him a glance that
clearly says Really? Right now? Cinna only smiles, fully clothed as he presses
up into the crook of her legs—this is all about her, his own aching hardness an
afterthought. “But I still want you to know, Katniss. I think you’re beautiful.
Just as you are.”
“Sh—” Katniss face creases with frustrated concentration, an effort even to
think as she grinds her hips down onto his fingers, fucking them into her.
“Shut up, Cinna. I mean it.”
“You don’t believe me.” He laughs, a breathy quality to it, igniting the hot
paths his tongue designed earlier. Katniss looks murderous then, knees clenched
like a vice around his waist, throbbing on his fingers.
“Of course,” she huffs, “I don’t.”
“Well.” Cinna’s knuckles drag up and across her stomach, slippery and hot. “I
guess we’ll have to find another way to convince you, girl on fire.”
She holds the air in her chest tightly as she watches him bend down, mouth on
the sharp curve of her pelvic bone, teeth scoring it. Gently, gently—everything
about what he does is careful, worshipful. Katniss feels herself come alive,
heat blooming deep in her belly, toes curling when his mouth settles at the
swollen crux there. His tongue lashes across slick folds, tasting. It’s torture
at its finest and she can do nothing to brace for it. She can’t keep herself
quiet, voice rising up, brittle, shaking.
It doesn’t take much convincing beyond that, and when she comes in a rush her
whole body trembles with it, jerking under the strength of Cinna’s hands. A
warm ember-like glow settles in the aftermath, his tongue soothing her down
from the high, cradling her close. Inexplicably, she feels more beautiful than
she’s felt in her life.
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