Yours [Prim/Cato]

Chapter 33 - First

UPDATE -

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So, I asked you guys whether you wanted a sexual scene, and everyone but one said that they did want one, so I've decided that it will happen. But, with that being said, I would be changing their ages to 16 and 18. I just don't feel comfortable writing scenes like those with a 14 year old girl. The scene is not very detailed, just enough so that you get an idea of what happens (no they do not have sex).

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Prim will still be her beautifully innocent self. That won't change. But please MAKE NOTE OF THE AGE CHANGE!

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That being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter you dirty minded girls (maybe guys?).

Also... read the bonus scene for this chapter. In Mature Scenes, chapter is 'countertop' 😉

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Cato paces back and forth, over and over again while trying to regain his composure. We were doing so great, and I hadn't seen him this angry in a very long time, but as always, it only takes a minute and one sentence to transform him back into his old self.

I tried calming him down, but nothing was working. I really didn't see what he was so worked up for, though. We leave tomorrow to get back to the Capitol, so I don't think Molly would have enough time to try anything even remotely dangerous.

"Cato please, can you just sit down?" I pleaded for what I thought was the tenth time.

"I can't just be calm," he growls, turning to me with a large frown.

"Yes, you can."

"Please," he held up a hand, "you telling me to calm down just makes it worse."

"But Cato, it's not as serious as you're making it out to be," I reason.

"You have got to be shitting me right now," Cato mumbled. "Did you really just say that?" he asks.

I gulp and nod slowly. "I just think that—"

That was a bad idea, because he interrupted me and stormed out of the room, picking up a bat on his way out.

Oh no, what was he going to do? Was he going to kill Molly right now?!

"What are you doing, Cato?" He doesn't answer me, just stomps his way into the backyard and around a fence where an old canoe was sitting, torn and tattered like a shark had gotten to it.

Cato aimed the bat and just started attacking the already damaged boat. He showed no mercy, just as he had done to Peeta in the arena. It clicked in my mind... This was his method of letting out all of the anger he had bottled inside. Instead of going to really hurt someone, he attacked a lifeless object. It was a really good idea. We should invest in something like that in our new home.. Wherever that was.

He was really hitting the boat hard that I almost felt bad for the poor canoe.

It had been a while, with him smashing the bat into the canoe, and I wanted to tell him to stop because he was making a lot of noise and it was already getting late. Plus, my underwear was still wet and clinging to my skin uncomfortably and I wanted to take these clothes off. But, I had to let him relieve some of the anger or else he may take it out on me later.

So, I sat down on the ground at a considerable distance and watched him go crazy. I surveyed my nails, stared out into the sky, or just sat there.

After what seemed like an hour, though, I had enough. I am tired and I want to go to bed - preferably with him. He knows that I get nightmares without him, just as he gets them without me.

"Cato?"

He didn't answer, just kept hammering away. Sweat was dripping down from his face and seeping into his shirt.

"Cato?"

Still nothing.

I braced myself, thinking about what I could do or say to get his attention. What would make him pay attention to me? He always wants me to sleep, but after today, I know that he would want to do more than just sleep. So would I...

Nope. No, don't think about that!

"Cato, can you please take me to bed?!" I yelled at him - it was more like a scream. I know he needs to let off steam, but I'm tired. And, if he did this for too long, he could hurt himself.

Cato stopped and turned to look at me, completely bewildered. When I scream, which is not very often, it's not something anyone would just pass up.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, wiping his sweaty face with his sweaty arm.

I pouted and took a step forward. "I know you need to do this, but I'm tired, and you know I can't sleep without you."

Cato nodded. "Could you just wait for a—"

"No! Take me now!" I demanded.

Yes, I get very grumpy when I'm tired.

Cato dropped his bat immediately and took my hand, pushing me into his drenched body. It would have been gross, but I wasn't clean either.

He led me back into the house completely silent. I was hoping he would say something about what he was doing, but if he didn't want to, I wasn't going to force him. I learned that Cato would talk to me when he felt that he was ready, and that it was not a good idea to try and force him into anything that he was not willing to do himself.

"You need a shower?" he asks.

I nod and he stops me in front of the bathroom door. Cato didn't seen angry anymore, but he wasn't happy either. He seemed sad.. Like he needed something to be happy. The problem is that I don't know what makes him happy, what his stress reliever is. He hasn't really opened up to me much, and like I said before, I don't want to force him.

"Are you okay?" I ask, opening the bathroom door.

Cato shrugged, rubbing his temples desperately. His eyes were on the ground and he shook his head.

Something was wrong. My knight was in need of being saved.

"I don't—"

I caught a tear fall down onto the floor and reality suddenly hit me.

Oh my gosh..

He's crying.

I pulled Cato into the bathroom as fast as possible and closed the door behind me. Cato leaned against the door and covered his flushed face, hiding himself just like he told me not to do.

"Cato?" I grabbed onto his wrists, removing his hands from his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask for the second time. This was weird. It was always me that needed to be comforted, but now it was Cato, my rock..

"I can't handle all of this fucking stress," he mumbled, finally looking me in the eyes, and right away I could tell that he was tired. It was all there, right in his face. There were dark circles under his eyes, they were rimmed red.. How could I not notice this before?

He's been hurting this whole time and I'm just noticing?

"It's okay," I told him. "You don't have to worry about me. As long as I'm with you, I'm going to be fine."

"It's not just that.. It's everything. I have to keep you safe, as well as make sure that you are happy. Add that with trying to impress President Snow, leaving my family alone and I just.. I don't—" Cato stopped talking and started crying again.