For Prompt 2 Snowbaird Valentine Event: Rose

Wardrobe Malfunction - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: Belated entry for day 6 (mirrors) of snowbaird smut week, run 2. Enjoy.

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Synopsis: After a year in District 12, Coriolanus and Lucy Gray return to the Capitol.

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Lucy Gray stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom she shared with Coriolanus and took a good look at herself, not for the first time that morning. She wore a knee length silk dress, which looked very becoming on her. It also matched what Coriolanus was wearing that day and was fitting for a new citizen of the Capitol, which she was now. As of a week ago.

It had taken over a year for Coriolanus to argue with Dr. Gaul about the benefits of a Victor being able to live where they chose. He’d be vigilant and worked the part of the peacekeeper during that time, seeing Lucy Gray when he could in their stolen moments. And while in the beginning, she was adamant about staying in District 12, the deeper she fell in love with Coriolanus the more she realized that one day she would want to marry and have children with him, and she wouldn’t be able to bear it if one of their children might be subject to being reaped in the Games.

The safest place to live was clearly the Capitol. And while Dr. Gaul was a force to be reckoned with and not easily won over, the people there remembered Lucy Gray fondly for her musical talent and bravery and vigilance in the games, and in the end, it was the will of the people and those in power above Gaul that worked in Coriolanus’s favor.

He was ecstatic the day the news came granting Lucy Gray permanent residence in the Capitol. And while she was sad to leave her Covey, Lucy Gray was excited too. How could she not be? The Capitol meant safety and security, even if she had to endure the presence of the Games once a year, at least she would no longer be a part of them, and neither would their children.

But learning she would live in the Capitol and actually living there were two different things entirely. She’d wanted to bring some things from home with her, but Coriolanus assured her she wouldn’t need anything. All that she needed would already be in the Capitol waiting for her. She was stubborn though and insisted on at least bringing her guitar. She would not give up her singing career once she was there to be a housewife and a stay-at-home mother. And her eyes were so sharp when she told him so that he didn’t argue.

On arrival though, he immediately got her a slew of new clothes to wear. And of course they looked nothing like she was used to wearing. Coriolanus was so excited for her that she couldn’t bring herself to say she didn’t like it at all, because how could she say she didn’t like something that was supposed to fit her so flawlessly in this new life? Especially when her boyfriend, whom she loved deeply, thought they were perfect for her?

Normally she was very outspoken, but in this she tried her best to hide her true feelings. And it was only on this day, a week after their arrival to the Capitol, when Coriolanus caught her staring at herself that he realized maybe he might have blundered.

Instead of saying, “You look beautiful,” as he had every day since she’d gotten her new wardrobe and was seen trying them on in the mirror, he said something totally unexpected that made Lucy Gray feel like she’d been caught red-handed.

“You hate it.”

Her eyes bulged, and she looked up at him where he stood in the hallway staring at her, resigned.

“I-I don’t hate it,” she denied. “What makes you say that?”

Coriolanus walked towards her and came to stand behind her, so they were both reflected in the mirror.

“Maybe the permanent frown on your face?”

She tried not to, but her frown deepened, and he sighed.

“Corio-”

“Don’t bother. I’ve been blind. I should’ve seen from that very first dress that you wanted nothing to do with it.”

Her shoulders slumped.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” she confessed. “You were so happy.”

“And so you lied to me? I thought we both agreed trust is everything in a relationship, more important even than love? And that we could trust each other. That I could trust you.”

“You can!” she defended, turning around to face him and placing her hands on his solid chest, the silk vest just beneath it begging to be torn off. “It’s just a dress, Coriolanus. And it’s only been a week. I’ll adjust.”

“I don’t want you to have to adjust.” His lips twisted ruefully, and he turned her back around. “I want you to love what you’re wearing. I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin.”

“It’s just not me,” she confessed. “It’s too fine. I’m not fitted for fine things, even if everyone around me is.”

“But you are,” he encouraged, slipping his arms around her waist and spreading his palm across her torso. “You belong to a Snow.”

She smiled faintly.

“And the Snows are practically royalty here. Especially with the Plinth Prize now in my grasp. We can live as we were meant to before our wealth was stolen from us, and that includes you now Lucy Gray.”

“I know how important it is to you that I fit in, Coriolanus. I don’t want to be looked down upon as the district girl who got lucky either.”

“You’re not.” He frowned. “You’re the Victor.”

“But at heart, I am a district girl. And even if I stick out like a sore thumb-”

“Lucy Gray-”

“I’d like to be able to wear what I’m used to. Or at least…something similar.”

His jaw clenched, but then he nodded and his face fell to her neck, tipping her head sideways so he could lay delicate kisses there.

“I suppose I could talk to Tigris. Maybe we could get the two of you some fabric and get some custom-made clothes that would suit your style more.”

She lifted her head and her eyes lit up.

“Really?” She spun around. “You’d do that for me.”

He chuckled and lifted her hands to his lips.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Even deny your own pride?” She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you capable.”

He spun her back around and started to unzip her dress.

“Oh, no one’s denying me anything, Lucy Gray.” He swept her long hair over her shoulder. Then he kissed the spot of skin in the middle of her back as the zipper continued to descend. “You and I will still look magnificent together.”

“We will?”

“Of course.”

The dress dropped to the floor, and all that remained was the slip of fabric intended for her underwear. Lucy Gray took the opportunity and shred the fabric from her bottom as soon as Coriolanus stepped aside to close the door. She was leaning down to unstrap her heels when he returned, but the sight of her perky bottom in the air as she did so was too arousing to ignore.

“Leave them.”

And so, she stood slowly and looked at him over her shoulder.

“Shall we go to the bed then?”

He smirked and shook his head, slipping out of his vest and unbuttoning his shirt. When both were tossed to the floor, he came up behind her and fixed her gaze on the mirror.

“I want to do it here.”

“In front of the mirror?” Her eyes widened, and he nodded.

“Yes.”

He kissed the side of her neck as his hands encircled her waist and then moved up to cup her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned, her teeth coming down to bite her bottom lip as she felt his cock twitching inside his pants, hard against her ass.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, and she did, surprised by how erotic the two of them looked in their reflection.

“Oh, wow.”

He smirked.

“I like you best like this.”

“Naked?” she asked, amused.

“Naked and in my arms,” he corrected, then nuzzled the side of her face before whispering into her ear, “Now take me.”

Her breath caught in her throat, but she knew what he meant. Feeling around to her back, she found the zipper on his pants and lowered it.

He groaned as she pulled his cock free from its constraints and started to pump him behind her back.

“Bet you wish my mouth was on you right about now,” she teased, and he whimpered, making her laugh. “It can be. Just say the word.”

“I want your eyes on us in the mirror,” he complained, huffing a bit.

“Seems like you didn’t think this through then.”

“Enough,” he rasped, hard as a rock now. “Watch us.” He gulped then. “Touch yourself.”

And so she did. Snaking her fingers down her stomach to the crux of her thighs. She moved by sense of touch alone to get to where she needed, so she could watch Coriolanus’s eyes as they widened, and his pupils as they dilated with every inch that her fingers crept down.

They slipped between her wet folds and sought out her clit, and Coriolanus moaned the same moment she gasped. As if he could feel it too, though his hands were still firmly cupping her breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples to harden then into rocky peaks.

His cock moved against her ass between each cheek, giving him some friction, and Lucy Gray almost drew blood with how hard she was biting down on her lip.

There were so many things Coriolanus wanted to say, mainly about how beautiful and intoxicating she was, but he was rendered speechless at the sight of her, watching as she worked her clit in swift  circles, her middle finger darting in and out of the folds as she sought to bring some pleasure to that spot deep inside her.

“Lean forward,” he said at last, his voice low and gravelly.

And she did as he asked, bracing one hand on the side of the mirror for stability but leaving the other securely inside her, waiting. She knew what was coming.

“Come find me,” she whispered.

And he groaned, releasing his grip on her breasts to kiss her left shoulder and then position his cock at her entrance, gripping her hips firmly in his large hands. He pressed forward, meeting her middle finger in her channel and feeling her guide his cock further inside, stroking his base until he was fully inside her and then gripping the other side of the mirror, preparing for the insanity that was to come next.

“Fuck me.”

Her eyes on his in the mirror as she said it, he couldn’t resist. He watched her as her body lurched forward at each thrust, marveling at how she keeps her eyes open and trained on his. Meanwhile, he cannot help but let his eyes wander, from where their bodies are joined to the gentle swing of her breasts, to her long hair splaying out over her body, whisps of bangs dangling over her eyes. She’s mesmerizing, and he can’t get enough of her.

His speed increased, and she cried out for more, for a sensation she couldn’t describe. She started pushing back against him, rubbing back, creating more friction for both of them, and then her fingers are turning white around the frame of the mirror with how much she’s fighting to not just topple over in her higher than high heels.

“Coriolanus,” she warned.

But he’s so, so close, his eyes squeezed shut now, and he can’t stop.

“Unggh…unggggh…ahhhh!”

And then he pulled free of her, spurting his seed onto her lower back and watching as it drips over her right ass cheek, feeling the arousal stirring in him again already.

“Lucy Gray,” he said breathlessly. “If only you could see what I-”

“I think I can imagine it,” she mused, smiling. “But if you could…?” She looked down at her wobbling knees. “I’m about to fall over.”

“Oh, of course.”

He picked her up bridal-style and carried her over to the side of the bed, wiping his stain from her as he tucks her in, then circles around to climb in after her after shedding his pants and shoes.

“I guess we’re staying in bed today,” she mused, smiling to herself, and he laughed.

“For a while, at least. We have to let Tigris know about your new wardrobe plans.”

“Mmm. Maybe tomorrow. I can stay naked till then.”

His eyes darkened, even as hers were alight with teases.

“Don’t tease me, Lucy Gray.”

“Or what?” she teased.

And he shifted closer.

“Or I may stay naked too.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” She moved so she was laying on top of him, the covers falling to the way side as her heels kicked up in the air.

“Mmm.”

He cupped one ass cheek and kissed the curve of her breast.

“Nothing wrong with that indeed.”

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FOR DAY 2 OF THE 2025 SNOWBAIRD VALENTINE EVENT: SCARS

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Day Four: District 13

Lucy Gray and Coriolanus make it to District 13, but it turns out to be another game for survival.

So they need to win.

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Second day second prompt: rose

Snowbaird Valentine Event!

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Rose

He has never understood the tradition of staying away for a full three weeks before the wedding.

The lack of Lucy Gray burns in a spiral of emotions that borders on paranoia, even though he knows she is perfectly safe and happy - with Tigris and Persephone in District One, pampered and pampered and immersed in what the girls call an 'intensive beauty treatment'.

Of course, his job as President allows him enough distraction... And, in his spare moments, he works on the secret project he only shared with Clemmy, to get her to help him out.

It all came about by chance. One day, while working in the rose garden with Grandma’am, he remembered their first meeting and wanted to taste a rose petal.

Puah!

The memory still makes him sick. So much for bedtime! Roses smell good but taste horrible .

So he decided to create a truly edible variety that would do justice to their aroma. Clemmy, who is also his personal secretary at work, got involved in the project in her spare time - and theirs turned out to be yet another winning partnership.

After all, she was the first to process his precious poisons with him.

Days slip by between them as the date approaches and, in the end, he has just enough time to make a shrub of red, edible roses bloom before the big day.

He instructs the pastry chefs and instructs the florist.

Everything is perfect for the surprise.

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Lucy Gray strides through the garden bewitching everyone. Her wedding dress is a riot of light and color; he does not know what fabric Tigris sewed it with, but it is marvelous. The bodice is iridescent and is decorated with several colorful hand-stitched roses. It ends with a long white skirt that shimmers in the sun, soft as a cascade of fresh snow.

She wears a veil. He finds it a curious choice but, after all, Lucy Gray and Tigris know what they are doing. The comb of the veil is hooked under the elegant bun with which her hair has been gathered, and swirls of white tulle descend to the floor, mingling with the train of her dress.

Moreover, Lucy Gray is barefoot.

He immediately understands the reference: Lucy Gray, the little girl who was lost in the snow, has found her home in the snow.

Soon they will be a family. Coriolanus's heart beats fast in his chest as Tam Amber - doing the voices of her father - leads her before him and intertwines their hands.

They both stand under an arch of white roses and there become husband and wife.

When the ceremony ends, when they have exchanged rings and the first kiss and had the toasting, Lucy Gray looks for Tigris in the front rows and she nods to her. As Festus hands Coriolanus one of the special red roses, she brings a hand to her head and unhooks the comb of her veil, causing it to fall back to the floor, and turns to precede him down the aisle.

Coriolanus holds his breath, abrupt and surprised.

On Lucy Gray's back, naked, is tattooed a beautiful rose bush, studded with many different roses of all the colors of the rainbow.

So she. So them.

Roses, one of the meeting points of their love.

Lucy Gray turns to him and smiles, then grabs his hand, dragging him behind her.

They reach the end of the row of chairs, trampling the petals scattered on the lawn, and before the crowd can catch up with them, Coriolanus turns her towards him and hands her the red rose.

"Welcome to the family, Lucy Gray Baird Snow."

She giggles, her eyes bright, and as he had planned she plucks a petal from the rose, bringing it to her tongue. And when she swallows she bursts out laughing again, delighted.

"We almost had the same idea!" she exclaims, before the guests join them in congratulations.

Coriolanis squeezes Lucy Gray's waist and thanks and smiles and is happy, really happy, so happy that he thinks his heart will explode. He does not know if it is made to contain so much happiness all at once.

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They toast and then the cake is brought under the gazebo lit by many small hanging lights - a copy of the stars in the sky above them. Coriolanus has ordered and obtained that all of Capitol City be in darkness that night, to allow him and Lucy Gray to seal their pact of love under the stars.

The cake is large and colorful, multi-storeyed. Every decorative rosebud is edible.

In a final exchange of promises Lucy Gray grabs two of the little flowers and hands him one. No need to speak because her cunning expression says it all. They feed each other that little taste of rose and then both burst out laughing as the guests applaud their love. 

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It is not the last rose he tastes that night.

Coriolanus immerses himself in the perverse pleasure it causes him to lick every single rose drawn on Lucy Gray's back while she, quiet and relaxed after making love, simply lies on her stomach in the unmade bed, her head abandoned on her crossed arms.

They may not taste as delicate as the roses he produced in the lab - but they taste of Lucy Gray and her skin, and that's enough to make him want to taste them all.

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Happy Valentine's Day - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: For Day 1 of the @snowbaird-events Valentine's Day/Week Event. Domesticity. Hope you all enjoy!

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Synopsis: Capitol!AU - Coriolanus and Lucy Gray celebrate Valentine's Day at home.

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The year of his first campaign, Valentine’s Day fell on a Saturday. He spent the entire week before it trying to convince his campaign manager that he needed the entire day off. The blank look he got in response that Monday told him it would be a week-long of convincing.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t a recognized holiday in the Capitol, but it was highly recognized in the districts, particularly in District 12 where Lucy Gray, his wife, was from. It had taken him a minute to accept it when she’d first explained the holiday to him, mostly because he hadn’t seen the point on being extra romantic on one day when he wanted to be romantic with her every day.

Her shutting down and becoming distant as a result was an instant eye opener for him, and he immediately did everything he could to make the day special for her. Her cousins informing him that Billy Taupe, her ex, hadn’t taken the holiday seriously either made him even more determined to do the opposite. He never wanted her having flashbacks to her ex when she was with him, never wanted her wondering if all men were the same, including the one she was with.

“Was it hard getting off today?” she asked, sliding her fork with a chunk of meat on it past her supple lips.

He shrugged.

“Nah, they understood.”

He sipped his wine.

He’d prepared a romantic dinner for the two of them. He’d also obtained a Tigris-approved Lucy Gray-esque dress for his beloved wife that he hoped she would like. He had it tucked away in his office closet and planned on making a beeline for it as soon as they finished dinner.

Lucy Gray held back a snort by some miracle. She could always tell when her husband was lying. Still, she supposed a little white lie for the sake of the holiday could be accepted.

“Food is good,” she said, swallowing the last bite off her plate sometime later.

He smirked when he saw her gaze darting to his lips.

“More to come on that front,” he confided.

“Dessert?” she asked, surprised.

He scoffed.

“You’re shocked? You know I always go all out for you, Lucy Gray.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling swept across her cheeks, making her heart flip in her chest.

Oh, she loved this man.

“What is it?” she asked, folding her hands beneath her chin.

“A surprise.” He winked, and then she did snort.

It was so unladylike of her, but then she never was one to be overly concerned by appearances, especially in front of Coriolanus. The stage was maybe an exception.

“You want it now?” he asked, when she leaned back in her chair, silverware abandoned.

He was clearly eager to show off for her, but she shook her head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He frowned.

Enter protective Coriolanus.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, knowing where his head was at, especially with her hands resting atop the barely there baby bump that had been growing at the pace of a snail over the last two months. “Just full.”

He nodded, accepting that fact. He had put a lot on her plate. But then she was eating for two these days.

Their second child. Their first blonde baby was three. She was staying with Tigris tonight, so they could have the evening to themselves.

“I have something for you,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow and reached for the fruity juice sitting next to her plate.

“What is it?” she asked.

He looked at her mischievously.

“Uh-oh.”

He laughed, a silly smile stretching across his face that gave her goosebumps.

“I’ll be right back.”

He stood up, circled the table to press a kiss to her forehead, then took off for his office.

“Hurry back!” she called, watching his behind with anticipation until he disappeared up the stairs.

When he returned, he was startled to see her having cleared the table and was setting the dishes near the sink in the adjoining kitchen. He set the large dress box on the cleared table and encircled her waist with his arms, dropping his chin on her left shoulder.

“What is my beautiful, pregnant wife doing?” he murmured against her neck.

She tried not to let his teasing breath affect her, but it was impossible. She was so easily aroused these days. Still, she managed to just let an easy smile slip out of her.

“Your beautiful, pregnant wife is putting away the dishes.”

He frowned.

“We have maids for that.”

“I told them they could have an off day today,” she informed him.

His frown deepened.

“Why would you do that?” He nuzzled her neck, giving her more delicious chills and finally brace her hands on the counter after releasing the dishes.

“So we could be alone,” she whispered.

He smirked, and she felt it all the way down to her toes. She turned in his arms and draped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as she twirled her fingers in his luscious blonde curls. Soft moans passed between them, and she could feel the start of his erection as he pressed her up against the sink counter.

“Coriolanus,” she purred, and he grunted. “What’s in the box?”

He couldn’t suppress the sigh that slipped out. She was such a tease.

“Come see for yourself,” he said instead of complaining. He was excited to see her reaction to the gift after all. And they had the whole night for other activities.

Offering her his hand, which she took, he guided her back to the table and watched with rapt attention as she untied the large bow and lifted the box lid before setting it to the side.

She gasped.

So many colors, she thought.

Lifting the dress out of the box, she saw how it could be cinched in the middle with a satin ribbon or left open for when her baby bump turning into a baby belly.

“Tigris?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Hey, I picked it out,” he said, needing to get credit somewhere.

She waited.

“But I took Tigris with me to get her approval, yes.”

Lucy Gray giggled and held the dress to her and spun around on her toes.

“It’s beautiful.”

He grinned, dazzled by the sight of her overjoyed.

“Can I try it on now?”

“Sure.”

She licked her lips and set the dress back in the box. Then she went up to him and turned her back to him, dragging her long locks over the front of her shoulder where his head had just been perched.

“Help me undress?”

He sucked in a breath but nodded, unbuttoning the back of her dress slowly and slipping the sleeves down her arms from behind. The temptation to unhook her bra was almost overwhelming him, but somehow, he resisted. He got the dress down to her hips, and then she stepped away from him to push it down her legs and stay out of it.

Her heart was pounding in her ears. She couldn’t believe after five years with this man, he still made her heart race, still gave her goosebumps, still made her shiver with desire.

It took an effort to slip out of the dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor as she reached for the other dress, which, given its design, did not require any assistance. Even the ribbon tied into a bow at the side that she was able to manage.

Flouncing back to him, she tossed her silky strands across her back again, just a few curls tucked behind her ears.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Tigris did a good job,” he managed through his teeth, instead of crying about how horny he was.

“Oh, suddenly you don’t want credit.”

She smirked, walking slowly over to him. She tipped her chin up and slipped her arms around his waist.

“Kiss me,” she requested.

He groaned but glided his hands up her backside until they were cupping her jaw, thumbs caressing her cheeks.

“If I kiss you, I might not be able to stop.”

“Fine by me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes closed.

He didn’t need any more invitation. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers.

“More,” she whispered breathily.

He grunted and gripped her face tighter as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her hot, waiting mouth.

Shivers erupted all over her body, her nails digging into the waistline on his back, struggling to pull his shirt free of his pants. Finally, he released one side of her face to assist her in pulling his shirt free.

“Couch. Now,” she panted, yanking her mouth free.

He released her to pick her up behind her back and the back of her knees. Then, he carried over to the couch one room over and laid her down gently on the soft cushions.

She looked around, sinking into the couch.

“Isn’t this where…?”

“We conceived baby number two?” he finished her sentence, smiling cheekily.

Her lips parted as their eyes met, and she drew the skirt of her new dress up to just above her hips, lowering her panties moments later.

His eyes dilated as he watched her, helping her free her legs of the scrap of fabric once it reached her lower calves. He inhaled the scent of them before tossing them over his shoulder. The action made her hornier than ever.

He was about to stand up to finish unbuttoning his shirt and shrug out of it when she hooked her ankles over his shoulders tugged him closer to her.

“C’mere, Baby Boy.”

He grinned, not even objecting to the nickname. He knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Gliding his hands up the smooth skin of her legs, he spread them wider, then dove beneath the edge of the pretty skirt of her dress to lap at her wet folds.

Clutching the edges of her dress, Lucy Gray felt her head fall back onto the pillow tucked into the arm of the couch. She practically levitated, lifting her bottom up and lifting her right leg up the side of the couch to give him better access.

His grip on her thighs was practically sinful, and the feel of his tongue and his nose dipping inside her, nudging her clit, swirling around it, moving up and down and deeper into her drove her to the brink of sanity. When he inserted two long fingers into her channel, she yelped at the buzz it gave her.

“Fuck, Coriolanus.”

He grunted but continued on, incessantly moving inside of her until she came in waves, rippling in vibrations across his face. It was such a turn-on, he couldn’t deny how painfully hard he’d become.

Lucy Gray was breathing heavily, bliss covering her face.

“I suddenly under-understand how I’ve gotten pregnant by you twice.”

He laughed.

Another moment passed, and the smile that had formed on her angelic features faded into the lust that had stayed just beneath the surface ever since he’d set a tasty dinner in front of her an hour earlier.

“Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

His blue eyes darkened with equally urgent desire.

“Want me to help you take the dress off?” he rasped.

She nodded wordlessly.

“And the bra.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, but first he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants and underwear to his knees, loving the look on her face when they zeroed in on his engorged cock.

She scooched closer to him on the couch to cradle it in her hand, and it twitched, leaning into her touch.

“Oh, boy, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, he is.”

“He?” She raised an eyebrow and looked up into his briefly subdued lustful gaze. “You’ve named him?”

He blushed fiercely.

“I didn’t say that.”

She giggled and abandoned his cock to pull his face to hers for a steamy kiss, and he climbed onto the couch, hovering over her.

“The dr-dress,” he mumbled as her hands slipped beneath his shirt, suddenly regretting that he hadn’t unbuttoned it earlier.

“Oh, right.” She blushed now too. “Guess I’m a little eager.”

He laughed.

“You and me both.”

She smiled and lifted up her arms for him to pull the dress up through. Then his warm hands unhooked her bra, and her breasts fell easily into his palms after he removed the fabric.

“Perfect. Just…perfect for me. Look how they fit just so…so perfectly in my hands.”

“Boy, you sure know how to talk up a girl, Coriolanus. You know we’re already married, right?”

He lifted his gaze to her doe-eyed one and nodded.

“Oh, yeah, I know.”

Coming close to capture her lips, he braced his hands on the arm and back of the couch for leverage.

Her legs hooked around the back of his thighs, yanking him suddenly closer. Needing to touch him everywhere, her fumbling fingers worked at his buttons until she got to the last one, and he pulled back for a heartbeat long enough to pull his arms free of the sleeves.

Flush up against each other a second later, Coriolanus fitted himself to her and pushed deep inside, making them both cry out.

Lucy Gray saw stars.

Each thrust drew more desire out of her, needing him to stay inside and keep moving simultaneously. Desperately.

Her nails drew down his back and scratched into his scalp, the blonde locks caught between her fingers as he kissed her.

“Oh, Coryo. Coryo.”

“Tell me what you want,” he purred.

“More.”

“More what?” he murmured, stilling briefly, and then lifting his foot up to fuck her from a new angle.

At first, she was incoherent. Then –

“Mmmm. Yes, that’s it. That’s…oh-oh my god.”

She lifted herself up, moving in sync with him as he feasted on her breasts and moved inside of her. She felt a dam breaking free inside of her as his tongue swirled around her nipples, much as it had done to her clit not that long ago.

“Fuck! You’re so-”

“So – ” He grunted. “What? What am I, Lucy Gray?”

She slammed her lips against his, sitting upright, and she ground hard against his cock, fucking him until he’d fallen back against the opposing arm of the couch and riding him until she fell apart and felt his cum spreading through her insides.

Then she collapsed on his chest, and his arms came around her, winding through her hair the way hers had done with his.

“Now are you ready for dessert?” he asked half a beat later.

She laughed.

“Just – give me a minute, Coriolanus.”

He chuckled, his whole body rumbling and rippling across hers with him still inside her.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

He kissed the top of her head, and she felt warm all the way down to her toes.

Love you.

Another day another prompt 💃

Snowbaird Valentine Event

This is the first story in chronological order! I am super excited to post. It's more heavy then the others, but, oh well...

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6. Rainbow

He remembers it as if only one day had passed.

The slow search in the forest, the rifle weighing in his arms, the growing concern for Lucy Gray who did not answer his call. The orange shawl on a bramble, dirty and abandoned; the terror that paralyzed him and then the pain of the snake bite.

And then his head, which split in half.

Kneeling on the hard ground of the forest, looking at the wound on his arm, time stretched on and on. The damn birds began to sing. The terror that Lucy Gray is lost or hurt is swept away by the burning sensation of betrayal; the rain falls and he feels it like bullets on his head, on his body. 

"Lucy Gray!" a scream filled with frustration as rejection takes hold of him, as it paralyzes him, as he cannot believe that, that she, that....

And, then, two arms wrap around him.

"I'm here," Lucy Gray murmurs, her head resting on his back, "I'm here, Coriolanus. It is not poisonous. It's not poisonous, I swear."

Coriolanus does not know whether it is reality or a dream - a nightmare - and he crumples in on himself, grabs his head. He closes his eyes and the world is a kaleidoscope; he is in a house of mirrors, where Lucy Gray's songs bounce and taunt him, where those damned birds do not stop tormenting him. He sees them, even with his eyes closed. He sees their beaks now pointed, their little legs full of deadly claws.

"Make them stop" he sobs, as he cries in agony "Make them stop".

The only foothold he has with reality is the grip of Lucy Gray's arms on his waist. She anchors him, holds him still, shuts off all excess as he feels himself dying inside little by little, as betrayal mingles with rejection and finally pain.

As he turns back, slowly, one labored step at a time.

She, who is singing, perhaps to try to console him, perhaps to stem the enormous panic attack that has pervaded him, stops. The Mockingjays echo her notes for the last time and then the forest fades away; only the sound of rain remains.

Coriolanus calms down. Slowly, as the minutes tick by, he comes to recognise what is tangible and what is not. The grip on his waist. The weight of Lucy Gray on his back.

Real or not real?

With difficulty he pulls his fingers away from his head, frees his ears from the hands he had pressed against them, in an attempt to turn off any noise - real or imaginary. He opens his eyes. He straightens his back, one painful inch at a time.

He turns around, inhaling at the top of his lungs.

And she is there.

Lucy Gray is there. She's still holding him by the waist but she's flinched, to be seen.

"Forgive me" she tells him, the tears on her face mingling with the rain "I was afraid".

Coriolanus bursts into tears again and holds her in his arms. Lucy Gray caresses him, comforts him. She no longer sings, does not allow the birds to imitate her, to torture him again. She merely waits for him to vent everything with tears, until Coriolanus feels drained and without strength.

Eventually, they break away. They stand up. Lucy Gray grabs the rifle and Coriolanus grabs the shawl. They hold each other's hand.

They walk back to the hut by the lake.

The rain slows down and, by the time they arrive, it has disappeared completely. They sit on the shore of the lake, indifferent to the wetness. They are already soaked from head to toe.

Lucy Gray puts the gun down behind her and takes the shawl from his hands; she drapes it around her shoulders again. She smiles, but her eyes are still sad.

"You lied to me, Coriolanus" she tells him, neutral, without accusing him "And then I saw it. I saw, in your eyes, when we found the weapons, that you were thinking of leaving me."

Coriolanus has no excuse. What Lucy Gray is telling him is true.

He turns his face away, stares at the horizon, for he does not have the courage to look her in the face.

"... I was lying to myself" he whispers finally "Because if I say it, I must also admit that it is true".

Lucy Gray sighs.

"Sejanus?"

Coriolanus nods.

"I thought his father saved him" he finally admits "I tried to save him. They denied me the call" he turns again to look at her "I swear, Lucy Gray" he concludes, fiery.

Because it is the truth. It is the truth and also the only way he can live with himself now.

Lucy Gray caresses his cheek and smiles. She is still sad. There is still the second unfinished business between them.

"You are not made for this life, Coriolanus."

Coriolanus closes his eyes and leans against her hand. He inhales deeply, and then turns back to the horizon.

The rainbow has sprung up.

"We'll make it work," he replies, his mind back to work - healthy again, ready to look for the best way out.

"How?" asks Lucy Gray.

Coriolanus begins to speak, staring at the rainbow. The serenity after the rain. The promise of a thousand colors.

Lucy Gray, his girlfriend.

Whom he plans to save, paying any price.

***

At the base no one noticed his little outing that morning. The nurse to whom he shows his arm reassures him that the bite is not poisonous, and that it is normal for snakes to come out of their lair during the rain.

Coriolanus faces his last days as a Peacekeeper in District Twelve, before being transferred. The searches are still going on; Mayor Lipp is still inconsolable, wracked with grief - he is still staring at the Covey house, eyes out of their sockets, looking for a culprit he will not find. The weapons are safe at the bottom of the lake. Lucy Gray stands guard over their grave, waiting for the all-clear.

Coriolanus searches the Coveys' wretched house under the watchful eye of the mayor and manages to tell Barb Azure in half a voice where Lucy Gray is and why she is there. The house is clean. The Peacekeepers continue their tour.

And, finally, they arrive at the mayor's house. Coriolanus did not even have to make an effort to get the general to accept his suggestion. "It's obvious the mayor didn't kill his daughter, but wouldn't it be a smart move for the Rebels to hide the weapons in the one place we'll never check?" The search is approved. Coriolanus slips into the kitchen with an excuse.

He recognised the signs, in the pallor of Mayor Lipp's face, in his bloodshot eyes, in his never-quenched anger. He has spent a lifetime behind Professor Sickle's skirts, he can tell when a person has decided to drown their pain in a bottle. And slipping white powder - rat poison - into the half-open bottle in the kitchen is child's play.

The next day he will be in District Two. Less than a week and Lipp will already be dead.

Lucy Gray will be able to go home.

***

Things went better than expected.

Coriolanus wasn't sent to Two, but he went home. He won the Plinth Prize and Dr Gaul has taken him under her wing. He'll pretend to follow her and her beliefs to exploit her connection with President Ravinstill and, then, when he's sure of his role in society - Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem - he'll end the charade and get rid of her too.

Meanwhile, he just took care of old Dean Highbottom. That was personal, of course, but still related to Lucy Gray. If he hadn't sent her home, if he hadn't expelled him and forced him to join the Peacekeepers... If, if, if.

He risked losing her. His Lucy Gray, his precious songbird.

He risked losing her in more ways than one - he doesn't like to think about it, he doesn't want to admit it even to himself, but Coriolanus knows that as his head cracked, if Lucy Gray hadn't been ready to grab hold of him and keep him grounded in reality, he would have risked stepping beyond the insane and the unforgivable.

For this, Highbottom deserved to die.

That is why Coriolanus knows that, from now on, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Without any more qualms; without any more moral restraint.

Coriolanus walks the streets of Capitol City, hugging himself in his red coat to counter the air that has become crisp. Dawn has dawned a few hours ago, but it has rained during the night, and the winter sun has failed to chase away the moisture that now seeps into his bones.

He reaches the huge roundabout before the Corso, imagining the Dean writhing as the poison-corrected Morphamine takes effect, and suddenly he sees it: behind the Statue of Justice a rainbow rips through the sky, filling it with hope.

Coriolanus smiles. He thinks about how Dr Gaul approved not only his Victory Tour project, but also his request to have Lucy Gray move to the capital, and then perhaps the Coveys, the following year. What better way to introduce Panem to its Victor than to have her seen happy and surrounded by the loved ones she risked losing in the Hunger Games? Hope, mixed with the pain of remembering those who did not survive. Bread with which to nourish Panem and its Districts, in a way that is congenial to his Mentor and at the same time allows him to hold on to his Lucy Gray.

“Of course I will take care of everything,” recalls the conversation with Dr Gaul “Lucy Gray and the Coveys will be my welcome guests. Pluribus Bell has offered its club to allow them to practice and perform for curious citizens. Don't worry, I have everything under control”.

Control.

Gaul's favorite word, the sure way to gain her approval.

Wonderful as the rainbow after the rain; Lucy Gray and her colors, which he will see again in a few days.

Wait for me, my love , he thinks, eager to fulfill the promise he made to her on the shores of the lake, I will come for you.

And then nothing will be able to separate us any more.

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