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Room 504, Laaaaaate Wednesday Night

Wesley couldn't quite clamp down on the small pained noises that rose instinctively in his throat as he made his way agonizingly slowly up the last set of stairs to the fifth floor. It just figured, didn't it, that his room would be on the top floor when he was in this condition. Well. At least it wasn't too far from the stairwell to his room.

He limped the few steps to his door and unlocked it. He knew that he would have to do inventory of the injuries later, but right now he was focused rather single-mindedly on making sure Katniss had enough food and then collapsing in bed. He rather hoped he'd find her sleeping -- he didn't much fancy the idea of her seeing him like this. It would just be another piece of evidence that he wasn't equipped to take care of someone.

[[For the mockingjay. Up early for probable eventual SP.]]

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And a week ago, she would have flinched back.

Now, though, with her in his clothes, after he saw her -- well, all of her, and he was so close, and she could feel the warmth from him, and --

And she was finally realizing, and remembering, what it was she'd fought for. Why she'd lost. And what she'd been missing.

So she didn't just kiss him back with her usual tentative shyness. Katniss leaned forward, inhaling sharply as she kissed him back, her fingertips resting lightly on his chest.

She could feel his pulse. It was bizarrely speeding hers up.

What had started out as tentative and awkward was quickly becoming more real -- more comfortable and at the same time, more exhilirating. Wesley shifted forward ~~to try to imitate Katniss' icon~~ to try to draw her closer, letting out a tiny, interested noise as one hand came up to settle on her back.

One arm wound up around his neck, as though entirely of its own accord. Her fingertips brushed through the hair at the nape of his neck, and though it wasn't exactly new territory, it was different somehow. Intimate. She'd gone so long without touching that now she felt starved.

Her other hand rest on his chest. That was sort of new -- Katniss knew about lust, but she hadn't felt it much. This was exciting in a whole new way. It stirred something low in her abdomen, sending a fluttering through her stomach as her skin warmed. It gave her ideas.

It made her want.

So she pressed closer to him, lightly crushing her hand between them as she clumsily deepened the kiss, muffling a sigh against his lips.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, behind the immediate thoughts of yesthisisgood, Wesley realized that he hadn't realized that it could be like this. They'd kissed before, certainly, but never with much fervor, and this... this was on a whole different level entirely.

He parted his lips just slightly, his body instinctively telling him that that was the thing to do, and brought his unoccupied hand to slip between their bodies and take her hand in his, close to his heart.

That elicited a soft noise of pleasure - Katniss hadn't even thought about it - and her fingers wound against his skin, feeling his heart beat against them. Experimentally, she flicked her tongue gently against his lower lip. She wasn't sure why that had seemed like the greatest idea, but it had been, since it sent a new wash of shivers over her. She was new to all this, but some things were instinct.

Wesley let out a small, surprised noise at that, feeling pleasured goosebumps rise up on his arms. His lips parted further as if in encouragement, and he interlocked his fingers with hers, trembling faintly at how perfectly satisfyingly intimate it was to feel her heartbeat.

And certainly nothing else in its general vicinity.

Absolutely not.

Which was why Katniss gasped softly into the kiss, pressing closer, more flush against him. She hadn't -- she had always thought her body was powerful, and could help her outrun anyone or step silently through the woods or climb trees. She'd never given thought to how it could feel good as a function.

And so now she was acutely aware of the fact that she was really wearing his clothes and his shirt was unbuttoned and she barely knew what she was doing but she wanted more, still.

Whereas Wesley had come to realize that his body failed him in a lot of significant ways, at least as compared to the supernaturally gifted people who made up so much of his ~~canon~~ life. To be sitting here with her, neither of them superpowered in any regard, and experience this much perfect pleasure... it was unexpected. And exhilirating.

In an uncharacteristic moment of taking the initiative, he moved to bring her closer. Where at this point, closer would pretty much mean... his lap. He wasn't bothered.

Katniss knew what to do, even without ever having really been in a lap before. (Well. There had been that one broadcast after her first Games, but this was nothing like that.) She shifted, as she slid into his lap, to rest one leg at either side of his hips.

Well. She might have known by instinct what to do there, but she didn't know where to go from there. Her mind was racing with possibility, and she shakily skimmed her free hand up to trace his jaw as she kissed him.

And Wesley had never had someone in his lap before either. Especially not while injured.

So it certainly wasn't anything personal when he let out a sharp hiss of something that wasn't exactly pleasure, there, and drew back just a bit. He shifted to correct their positions into something that was a bit less of a strain, then touched his forehead to hers, lips only a minute distance apart.

He didn't know why. That just felt like the thing to do.

"...hello," he murmured, a smile quirking at his lips.

"Hi," Katniss breathed, and yes, it was far more breath than speech. She shifted a little in his lap, looking down in concern. She brushed her nose against his, sighing softly at just being close. "Are -- did I hurt you?"

She obviously wasn't now, or he would have moved her off entirely -- a fact for which she was immensely grateful at the moment.

"All better," he murmured back, sounding almost elated. "And you -- this is -- you're all right?"

She certainly looked all right.

She nodded lightly, smiling softly. "I'm more all right than I've been," she promised quietly, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. She still ached, but it was some far-away part of her. Right now, the living, breathing girl was more important than the burnt mockingjay, and it hadn't been that way in months.

He smiled against her lips, murmuring, "Good."

Which hadn't been a word he'd been able to use to describe anything related to either of them in -- god, forever. The contrast between this and everything that had happened lately was almost enough to make him giddy.

"Do you -- er. Shall we, er." He blushed. "Continue?"

She had just gone to the trouble of getting up on his lap, after all.

Edited 2011-10-20 05:30 (UTC)

She had to stifle a laugh -- another thing that hadn't seemed possible or likely for months -- and pressed a little closer to answer with another kiss. She was mindful to keep her weight largely off of him, as she might be distracted, but she hadn't just forgotten he was hurt.

It was the first time she'd actually wanted to be touched in months. She felt like if they stopped, she'd just go on tingling for the rest of the night in anticipation that it'd happen again.

Wesley could hardly believe that he'd gone so long without touching her for fear of spooking her somehow. This was so comfortable now that the prospect of deliberately avoiding it was unthinkable.

He ran his hands through her hair, relishing the opportunity to just touch.

And for once, Katniss understood a reason to keep her hair down rather than braid it. Everything about her normally was so functional. This was -- she was starting to understand how to exist beyond sheer, basic function.

She pressed a little closer, careful not to hurt him again, so her chest would be flush with his. Their hands were crushed between them, yes, but it was more of him than she'd ever felt against her in a long, long time.

She was starting to understand a lot of things, all of a sudden.

Oh! And that was... her chest. Pressing against his. Wesley let out a quick gasp against her mouth, cheeks tinging a faint pink.

Sorry, Katniss. Gentleman or not, Wesley was not accustomed to... well, that.

"...hello."

What else does one say when that happens? Part of her (a part that she hadn't even really been aware of, save for a few occasions) ached to move closer, to tug his shirt over her head and get him out of his clothes, and she didn't even know what she was doing, but how could just being so close feel like that and and and --

She inched back a fraction, glancing at him questioningly before blurting out, in a hurried breath, "I have no idea what I'm doing."

Oh, thank god.

"Nor I," Wes breathed quickly, relieved. Before he could think about possibly not blurting out stupid things, he added, "But I--"

Only then did it occur to him that it was a stupid thing to say, but he finished anyway, "I -- that is to say, I don't, er. Necessarily... mind it."

At all. As Katniss might be aware of, what with the lap situation.

"Me neither?" she said, and yes, she had sort of...noticed that, but as much as Katniss had been biologically educated, she really didn't know what to do. She'd barely gotten as far as 'kissing is fun and we should do it more often.'

"I'm...it's very new. I've, um, never...I mean, you know. When would I have found time to do this with anyone before you?" she said, laughing softly as she leaned her forehead against his.

"Right, of course," he conceded with an awkward little smile of his own. Whereas he'd kissed Cordelia twice and both times had been abysmal, but it didn't seem like good manners to mention that, especially since it'd never reached anywhere near this point. "It's -- well, not exactly something I was trained in," he laughed softly.

"Not part of Watcher training?" she asked, smiling softly. "I'm so surprised."

And cracking jokes! Would wonders never cease.

"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it's never come up before," he admitted softly with a smile, lacing his fingers through hers and squeezing gently. "It doesn't seem like a terribly common issue."

With a bunch of old repressed Watchers? No, probably not.

"But -- this is fine?" he checked again. "I'm not doing anything wrong, or...?"

"No, no," she said quickly, eyes going a little wide. "No, Wesley, you're -- this is perfect. I'm just...new. I'm not hurting you again, or...doing anything you don't like?"

She had no idea.

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