Room 504, Thursday Evening

[wesleynotponcy]

So Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.

By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.

"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."

Yeah. Totally blushing.

[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I've read about it," Wesley said quietly. "I used to study some of the more vicious vampires, who made a sport of it. Somehow being tested on their methods isn't quite the same as experiencing it firsthand."

He paused, searching for words, then finally settled on: "But... I thought of you. And how strong you are. It made it easier to get through."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

Katniss curled against him. "I'm not strong. I'm just lucky," she said quietly, draping an arm around him. "And I didn't have to...to watch you. I think I'd go insane if I did. Having to watch someone hurt you, while I couldn't do anything about it...I couldn't do it. You're strong, Wesley, because you can do that and I couldn't. You watched both of my Games and lived through it. I'd probably still be stuck in my own head if our positions had been reversed."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Well," he said, ducking his head a bit at the praise. "It's only thanks to Karla and Professor Skywalker and Professor Cabot that I'm not. They were immeasurably helpful. Before their help, at the end of your second Games, I was... not really all that functional."

Try "drunk on the floor surrounded by books."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"You all thought I was dead, didn't you?" she asked softly, because she knew the districts had thought so. She wasn't sure about Fandom. "I wish I could have sent you a message, or something, when they pulled me out, to tell you I was just paralyzed."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it... it certainly seemed that way," he admitted, glancing down at his hands because the memory still hurt to think about. "But then that propaganda segment aired, and we realized what had happened, and after that we were all rather anxious to come see you. Firekeeper and I made a point of suggesting it.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I sort of wish you hadn't," she admitted softly, curling tight against him. "You could've -- that could have been you, not Finnick. Or you, instead of Boggs."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Huh.

"I suppose so," he said softly, slipping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "But then, even if it could've been... it never felt like that was a risk, at least through most of it. I was always too focused on you."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I managed to get out with one of the two people who'd cripple me if they died," Katniss said quietly, resting her head on his chest. "It was always you, when we were running for the Capitol. I was always worried about you."

And then Prim had been there and she'd forgotten everything else.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley ran a gentle hand through her hair, fingers gently rubbing at her scalp. "Me too," he said softly. "I was -- rather curt to the others. Peeta and Gale and... I just couldn't concentrate on anything else."

His hands found a rhythm in her hair, stroking and then massaging her scalp with his fingertips. "I didn't mean to be a distraction," he said after a while. "But... I thought I could protect you. If I went along."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"You helped," she offered quietly. "I wouldn't have come back if it wasn't for you."

And even if he'd probably known, she hadn't really said that aloud before now.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Oh. That was... oh.

He blushed, because that was... kind of a lot. "Well," he said, ducking his head a little. "I -- that is to say, I had help. Professor Cabot, and... Kennedy, and..."

Huh. He really was that important to her, wasn't he? It was crazy to think that, but he supposed it had to be true.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"I need to talk to Professor Cabot," she decided quietly. "And thank Kennedy for me. Because if it hadn't been for you, I would have stayed in that bed forever."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Well, he would, except that her phone wasn't working now for some reason, Sunnydale. But that was neither here nor there.

"Well, however you did it, I'm glad it worked," he decided softly, tilting his head slightly awkwardly to kiss her forehead. "Even if ironically we do seem to spend a disproportionate amount of time, er. In bed. Now."

...why did he say words?

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Are you objecting?" she asked, smiling at him.

He certainly didn't seem to be....

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, absolutely not," he replied immediately. Then he blushed, his hand stilling in her hair as he checked, "And -- you aren't either, are you?"

He knew she wasn't.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Noooo, but if you're so concerned about being in bed, I'm sure we could find other locations...."

Like the woods. She thought she might like that.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley, on the other hand, couldn't really think of any other locations. Mainly because his mind had just gone to a very different place.

"Oh?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I could visit you in the library," Katniss said innocently, drawing a pattern on his chest lazily.

She would probably balk at doing anything too untoward there, but putting the idea in his head couldn't hurt anything.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes. Very distracted over here. And she was still half-naked and the way she had to lean to draw that pattern was... oh. Okay, then.

"I... suppose," he all but squeaked. "I certainly wouldn't have any -- oh. Er. Problems. With that."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Or the woods," she said softly, pressing a kiss over his heart. "Before it's too cold. If you object to the limitations of beds, that is."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"You know, beds are a bit -- oh. Overrated," he agreed, still in that oddly high-pitched voice. "I -- I certainly wouldn't mind -- branching out a little."

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"Are you all right?" Katniss asked, teasingly. She was just now understanding exactly what kind of an effect she could have on him. It was fun.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"C-certainly," he stammered.

Hi, Katniss-breast. On him.

"Never -- oh. Never better," he managed.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

Well, see, now she was just going to climb over him more, until she was comfortable, and -- oh, he really was enjoying himself, and she wasn't sure what to do with that just yet so she was just going to press closer to him and kiss along his neck. "You seem shaky," she noted, and Katniss wasn't exactly on solid ground here, either.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Well," he said, swallowing hard, "you're... you're rather enticing. In case you, ah. Didn't -- " His voice cracked phenomenally -- "didn't know."