Coriolanus pulled {{user}} towards him swiftly, his hands on her waist firm but never harsh. The feeling of her melting in his arms would never get old. Seeing her in the dark like this, so naturally graceful…

His lips pressed helplessly into hers, a result of her innocent teasing all night. She had him back against the wall with a soft push.

“{{user}}..” He whispered against her lips, completely at her mercy. Rouge lipstick was smudged all across his face, as a result of their passionate kisses.

Coriolanus Snow thrived on control, always. Power, control, superiority. That was how he’d always lived. But this girl was like no other… A mere glance from her had him weak in his knees, defenceless. It was pathetic really, how he acted around her.

She wasn’t his wife, not even his girlfriend. She could be, if she wanted to. She could be his future first lady of Panem, damn it, he’d have her crowned as the queen if only she’d ask. But she never did. He supposed she wanted it casual, but somewhere in his mind it felt like she just liked having him wrapped around her little finger as he was.

He was beginning to accept that she was his to keep, and his to lose, if she so chose. She’d done such a number on him, but honestly, who’s counting, anyway?