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the hunger games - cinna

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[There's a crash and a giant paw obscures the view for a moment before it's replaced by a black nose attached to puppy. With devilish doggie delight the device disappears into the puppy's maw as the puppy runs away.]

No! Don't - that's not a... toy thing!

[It's hard to tell from the inside of a dog's mouth, but it sounds like there's running involved.]

Not into the shop - the shoes... Someone catch that dog!

[Suddenly you can see again as the puppy barks, dropping the device and running off, Cinna's neat and immaculately cared for shoes run after it.]

[ooc: Open to anything and everything, even action of you feel like helping Cinna corral his new puppy in the shop. BRING IT.]

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[He helps her, kicking the lot off without a care for wrinkles or tears in their haste. Free of it all, he grids against her again, feeling the heat and warmth of her along his length. It's torture, but it feels better than anything has in weeks, months even.]

Angela... love.

[Him being anxious is enough to make her smile, knowing that this is the man who once carefully folded his clothes when she convinced him to go skinny dipping. She's forgotten that night until now, and there's a sad smile that crosses her lips before she shoves it back to somewhere else in exchange for more kisses and another soft whimper.]

Yes, baby... talk to me. Tell me what you want.

[She'll give it to him all. No questions, no hesitations.]

You, just... you.

[For as long as he has her, she's all he wants. He slides his hand along her hip, pulling her closer, lining them up before sinking himself deep inside her. She was warm and wet and he tried not to rush or hurt her, but he wanted her so badly he couldn't hold back anymore.]

[Angela wouldn't dare deny him. It would be cruel for the both of them and deny her the opportunity of shuddering deep at the feel of him. Still so sensitive, she arches into him, letting loose a low, whimpering cry of pleasure in between nipping at his lip again with her teeth.]

[He moves slow to start, just losing himself in being surrounded by her, squeezed by her all along his length. Slow and hard and as deep as he can go, kissing Angela and muttering a thousand things that tumble from his mind. ]

[She wraps her legs around his waist for a bit of leverage to push up back at him, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke, tightening around him for all it's worth. these handful of months without him seemed so long and lonely and she didn't even know until now. Nobody will ever fill her like Cinna does; she won't even search for one who will try. Only he can make her walls flutter around him like this.]

So good. So fucking good.

[It was crude, but it was a sentiment that he agreed with without hesitation, groaning as he picked up the pace a little. He'd almost forgotten, almost put away how it felt to be inside her, and now... now he would love her for all the time they had together. The hand on her leg slides up her body, cupping her breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers. He knows he can't last long, not after so long without, but he wants her to get everything she can, bring her with him if he can.]

[There's no need for filters between them, not when Angela wants to bare all and give all to him. It won't take long to push her back to the edge. Her thighs tremble on their own accord and her breathing quickens as she brushes her lips against his ear, whispering how much she needs this and the feel of him coming inside her. Words are getting more difficult to form, but Angela knows she needs to say them as much as he needs to hear them.]

Ange...

[His voice is rough and ragged, gasping a little as his lips close on her neck, teeth grazing the skin in his need. Cinna's hips, acting almost of their own accord now, hitch harder against hers as he can feel the buildup inside of him. Reaching between them, he slides his fingers against her clit, whispering, not even sure she hears him anymore between the soft grunts and gasping breaths.]

With me, love, please....

[She doesn't hear him. She doesn't hear anything but the thump of her own heart. She can only feel right now. The feel of sweat-slick flesh against flesh, the pressure coiling up inside her belly, the sharp teeth on the sensitive skin of her neck. If he calls her name again, she won't answer. She can't answer, not when her body clenches around him as if it doesn't want to let go of his and the wave crashes against her out of nowhere, sweeping her away. Angela is powerless when it dares take him with her.]

[He feels her clench around him and with her tight heat comes his own release. He can't stop it, doesn't even want to stem the tide as he comes inside of her, releasing himself from all of the tension he's felt for months without her. Her name is a hoarse whisper on his lips against her skin as his hips ride her through the end for them both, fingers still teasing until she's as sated as he is.]

[Softly sighing, she gently moves his hand and brings it up to her lips to kiss his fingertips, her scent and taste all over them. Her other hand is rubbing slow circles on his back as she comes back down. The fact that it's already over and they have only but so much time left is niggling at the edges of her mind, but Angela's ignoring it to say something she thought she wouldn't say out loud to him again.]

I love you.

[She doesn't expect an answer, but it's something she felt needed to be said again.]

[He still can't say it back, he wants to badly, but the habits ingrained in him for years and years in the Capitol will not allow it. Instead he kisses her again, putting everything he can't say into it as he runs his hand down the smooth skin of her hip. He doesn't want to pull himself away from her, but this isn't the place for that. He needs to take her home, where they can take the time, where they can shut the rest of the City out for these few days.]

[Angela's known from day one that they were two different people on this stage and it's something she accepts and actually has come to appreciate from him. There's something in her that wants to say it again just so she can feel his body press against her in another response. She's tempted to let his hand roam too, but like him, she wants to do this right, not just for comfort, but with no chance of being interrupted. Smoothing back his damp hair from his forehead, she takes his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.]

Easy now. Don't start something you can't finish. I don't think you're that young anymore. [She chuckles and then cocks her head towards sleeping puppy. Their shed clothing has now become his bedding.] Plus apparently we forget we had guests.

Of course, darling, I'd hate to disappoint.

[Still he doesn't move until he's nipped at her shoulder. After which he reluctantly pulls away, groaning at the sight of the shredded clothing.]

Isn't that lovely. Luckily, I still keep a spare outfit in case I end up working all night. I think part of it can be fitted to you.

[It happens more than he will admit to her, since he has no roommate, save for the puppy, and no reason to go home.]

[Angela groans unhappily herself, though it's more about losing his warmth than it is about the clothing. Honestly, she would walk down the street naked if she could, but she doesn't think he'll let her (though she'd probably give him a good fight about "letting" her do anything.) She should really get cleaned up, but those legs of hers are still a little bit jelly-like and she's feeling that lazy sort of satiation right now.]

I'm not surprised.

[Both at there being spare outfits and that he works late more and more now. She did the same when she has no reason to go home too.]

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