Thread: A Mockingjay Fettered (HeavenSundered & Randomname)

It kind of annoyed Katniss when Troy suggested that her mother wasn't the only one who wanted him to stay for dinner, but only because she was pretty sure that he was correct. She usually wanted to know less about people, not more, but with him it was the complete opposite. She had this undeniable craving to learn more about him about what he liked or didn't like, about what had made him turn out so much nicer than the other Townies, about what pushed him to intervene and risk his life on her behalf in the woods when he could have just safely continued on his way instead... Katniss didn't know how to ask any of those questions. She wasn't particularly well-versed in receiving compliments from anyone other than her mother and sister, either. Please, she replied to Troy's comments about her house, rolling her eyes incredulously. Even though the houses in the Town were modest compared to the mansions of Victor's Village, they were still leagues ahead of anything that could be found in the Seam, so Katniss seriously doubted that he saw anything to be impressed about. Still, the softer side that she constantly worked so hard to repress did appreciate the kind words, whether they were hollow or not. It was a lot more troublesome for Katniss when Troy then moved on to say some very flattering things about her instead. She'd never really thought of herself as being pretty or attractive. She didn't consider herself to be ugly either, just very...ordinary. Part of her had always silently envied her mother and sister for their blond hair and vibrant blue eyes while she was stuck with unexciting Seam features. But there was something about the way that Troy said what he said that made Katniss want to believe him. He just seemed so real and genuine, far more than any Townie she'd ever interacted with. His words did draw a faint, bashful smile from her lips, but even more obvious were her cheeks lighting up with a deep shade of pink as she looked down at her own feet, feeling really weird and tingly all over. Her flesh was just itching for Troy's touch, and the unshakable sensation only grew stronger the more she thought about him. It was actually too much for her to bare it any longer. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, Katniss nibbled on her fingernails briefly while trying to formulate a response, only to keep coming up blank. She'd always been a lot better at communicating with actions rather than words, though, so she decided to go with that instead. Getting up from the bed, she went over to the door and locked it before turning back and facing Troy. Hesitating for one last moment, Katniss bit her bottom lip softly before slipping the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and allowing the garment to crumple around her feet on the floor, leaving her standing in just her underwear. She didn't give a damn about hiding the bruise anymore, she just wanted Troy to see her, hoping that he still thought she was beautiful and that he wanted to touch her as badly as she wanted it. Katniss closed the gap between them, walking up until she was standing right in front of him where he was seated on her sister's bed. She'd never done this before, so she had no knowledge or past experiences to go off of, but her instincts were very clear. Reaching down, she grabbed one of Troy's much larger hands, pulling it up so that she could place it on her thigh. Thank you...for what you did for me... she breathed huskily, her whole body trembling subtly with a combination of excitement and anxiety.