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Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora was scared, never having been intimate with a boy before. Yes, she was eighteen, but in the districts, there was little time for romance. In fact, there was little time for anything but work and sleep. So when he started to tear her clothes away hungrily, she bit her lip in fear. What was she doing? She was giving herself to a stranger a boy who knew nothing about her. Nothing at all. Yet, part of her yearned for his touch - Well, anyone's touch - and his innocent green eyes led her to believe this was her best shot at some kind of romance, even if it is short lived. Even if he would probably be thinking of someone entirely different as he held her close... You don't even know me, she murmured as her dress hit the floor. Letting his lay her on to the bed, she kissed him back with urgency, knowing they may not have much time. I'm the most dangerous tribute in the arena, don't you remember? Wouldn't you rather have that sweet girl from District 8? Her voice started to faulter, getting husky and filled with moans as his lips traveled down her body. Never had she had a man's lips on her breasts, sucking at her nipples greedily. It left her in complete euphoria, her eyes watching his everymove. When he started to touch her pussy, rubbing it in a way that she only did alone in the shower, she had to bite her lip in order to not cry out. Her hand went to her head, tangling with in his hair, and held his face close as his tongue pleassured her. Soon, her hips were bucking, feeling a something pulling at at her abdomen from with in. Her breathing was starting to come in fast, ragged pants and she got up on her elbow, finding it incredible erotic to watch him as he licked her most private spots. Oh God, she groaned, her hand started to grip his hair with a little more force. Part of her felt dirty to be on a man's bed with in five minutes of knowing him, but what did they have to lose now? Nothing, that's what. Just... Oh, just becareful, okay? Aurora whimpered, pulling his face from her pussy. She didn't want to orgasm yet. No, she wanted it to be in a much more intimate, forbidden way. And... And, call me by my name...
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

he smiled a little as he looked up at her. your not dangerous, not here... not now. he muttered softly. in the forest... maybe, but here... your just... lost, like me... alone... and afraid.. he nuzzled her, looking almost as lost and afraid as she was. i don't have to know you, to know you need this as much as I do... to know you deserve to be held and loved before you, and I, die. he muttered softly. He didn't know if she was going to die, she might, she might not, all he knew was that as soon as he was set in the forest, he was going to show them all the truth of what happened to people in the Arena. i don't want another girl. he whispered huskily. i want you... you understand where the others don't. he whispered smiling up at her before resuming his ministrations. He smiled as he heard her calling to god, it meant he was doing his job right, he gave one last kiss to her clitoris before she managed to pull his head away, smiling at her as he leaned up an kissed her. it's going to hurt a little at first. he explained softly. but I will make the painful part quick, and I won't move until you tell me to. he promised kissing her again before holding her gently, pressing his face to her neck, kissing her as he lined himself up, rubbing his head against her cunt before slowly slipping inside until he heard her make any sign that he had hit her hymen, feeling the resistance gently before pulling back and driving forward, simply doing it in one quick motion and then holding himself still to let her recover, his mouth on her tits and his thumb on her clit to help her through the pain, gently nudging her breasts as he waited for her to say it was alright to move. He moaned as he started to gently, carefully thrust in and out of her, gentle, and careful, slowly speeding up as she got used to it, moaning and groaning softly as he held her, kissed her, fucked her gently, stroking her body as he moved, biting her lip gently as he moved with her, panting against her. you feel so good Aurora. he whispered, kissing her again. your so wonderful. he whispered again. i'm close.' he muttered, warning her as he leaned up, supporting himself on his arms, angling and giving her faster, harder thrusts to try and drive her over the edge into that plain of never ending desire and pleasure, kissing her hard and stroking his thumb along her clit to help with that plan.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora nodded with trust as she felt him moving up her body, his mouth moving across every square inch of skin that she had. Her eyes stayed open, wanting to watch him and take in the moment to the fullest extect. He was right she did want this as much as he did. She needed this as much as he did. And she was alone. Alone and afraid, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth and understanding of another human being. Part of her hated how right he was. She did not like to appear weak and vulnerable, but he seemed to have a knack at it. Underneath him, she was just another nervous girl. Not a murdurer, a traitor, a mystery... Seering pain shot through her nether regions, making her shried into the night. Her breasts heaved as she panted, her eyes squeezing shut as she got used to his size. It felt incredible, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But not only that, it took her breath away to keep so close to someone... Soon, Auror was left moaning and writhing under neath him, giving in to the feeling of his thumb on her clit, his tongue on her nipple, his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her hands reached up, clawing at his back as panted his name and unintelligable words. Oh, Bimo... she murmured, Oh, God, it's amazing... They were shining with a thin sheen of sweat, they moans, groans and breathing filling the room. Suddenly, she pulled him close, hearing his comment about getting close to his climax. Tears in her eyes, she leaned up to where her lips brushed against his ear. Please, tell me you love me, she pleaded, a tear running down her cheek. I know you don't, and I know you never will... But it's just how I imagined my first time...
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

he panted softly as he kissed her intently, moving along her, groaning as he felt her, held her, stroked her, pleasured her, reveling in the knowledge that she was enjoying it, that she was near her first orgasm, that she felt just as good as he did. He moaned softly as her lips brushed his ear and he smiled at the hopeful order. i love you. he whispered softly back to her, thrusting slightly faster. i love you Aurora, forever and always. he whispered kissing her intently, knowing it wasn't true, but it felt so good, so right to whisper that he loved her, kissing her hard again before moaning as he spilled his seed, arching as he cried out in pleasure, uncaring that anyone could have heard him, still thrusting, making sure she came as well, that she reached those impossible heights and tumbled over and over, spinning into a realm of pleasure that had no end. When they where both finished, he did something even more surprising, he laid down and tugged her close to him, holding her, comforting her and genty holding her hand as if they where lovers instead of strangers. stay with me, just a little longer? he asked hopefully, his thumb tracing her knuckles as he sighed softly. i hope you win. he admitted suddenly. out of everyone.. I think you deserve it the most. he admitted softly, kissing the back of her neck before closing his eyes, settling into a gentle doze, just holding her gently wand waiting for her to get up, or for morning to come, whichever came first. Tomorrow they where going to be back in the Arena, they would be enemies again, him with his sling and his blade, and they would begin to fight, and die all over again until the next intermission where they would play this damn game again. i want you to have something. he whispered suddenly, emotions choking his voice now as he settled something around her neck. A necklace made of fine gold, a mockingjay pendant hanging off of it. it's the last thing I have of my mother. he admitted softly. i want you to have it... for luck... and so those... filthy capitol bastards can't have it. he muttered softly, gently putting the clasp together before kissing her cheek before laying back down, holding her gently, closing his eyes and sighing softly, his breath ghosting gently along the back of her neck as he settled into a gentle sleep.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora swallowed. This was all too much. She could not handle the saddness the sorrow of her fellow tribute. His soft touch was so inticing, his words were so gentle... And she would never feel it again. In fact, what was most heart-breaking, was the fact that it was not real. They did not love eachother. They did not even know eachother. Soon they would be the arena, fighting to the death, and what would happen if she was forced to kill Bimo, the boy who took her virginity? The boy who gave her that last feeling of compassion before she was faced with death? Laying in bed with him, feeling his arms around her and the rising and falling of chest behind her, Aurora started to feel nervous. Her hand went up to the necklace a nice, expensive necklace that made her wonder how his family even aquired it that was given to her by a stranger, a boy who wanted to her to keep it because he believed she had a large chance of living than he did. Why though? He appeared fit and strong. His odds were just as good as her's, if not more. So why would he not be the one determined to keep his pendant and take it home? Aurora was crying now, unable to take in all of the emotion. Part of her was scared, part of her was sad, and part of her felt a surge of regret. She was that much closer to dying, laying in bed with a boy who was just as torn apart was she, as she gave him her virginty. She gave him a part of her that could never be taken back. All her life, she dreamed of giving it to someone she loved, someone who she thought she would be with for the rest of her life. Now it was gone, and while Bimo did a beautiful job in pretending that were old lovers as he thrust in and out of her, spilling his seed into her womb, it was not the same. Bimo did not really love her. In fact, she remembered the interviews where he was asked about the fiance he left behind that tragically died from starvation... Standing up, not bothering to do it in away that would not wake him up, Aurora pulled the covers back and released herself from him arms. She sat up, putting her head in her hands, choking on her tears as her shoulders shook with her sobbing. This was awful... So awful. It felt good for a moment, worth it even, but now that she laid there in the silence, it left her feeling even worse than before. With a quick, uneasy movement, Aurora stood up and grabbedher dress off the floor, tugging it on and zipping it up the side. She grabbed her shoes in one hand, the bottle of champagne in another, and left ot the doorshe came in not an hour ago. She couldn't handle being around him. He made her remember just how sad she was, just how young and incomplete her life was. If she wanted to survive, to get home to her family. Aurora needed to stay strong. With that, she went into her room and popped the bottle open. She sat in the middle of the bed, wrapped in her expensive dress, and drank straight from the mouth of the champange bottle. She waited for it to seep in, to calm her down and stop her from thinking so hard. A hangover, of course, was the last thing she was worried about.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Bimo was silently crying even as she was, the slow trickle of tears falling down his cheeks as he held her close, holding her just so he could feel the touch of another for just a while longer. He let her get up, feeling guilty for taking her virginity, but not feeling bad about giving her pleasure. No he did not love her, but he did care about her a little, how could he not after the tender moment that they had shared? How could he not when she was now sobbing at the side of his bed. He hesitated, sitting up a little, uncertain as to whether or not he was supposed to comfort her or not. He watched her get up and get dressed and just before she left, a few words of last minute comfort left his lips. though the day is darkest, and the night filled with sorrow, good things always come after great misery. he whispered, words that his fiance's sister had told him, words from his father. He lay back down, and sobbed himself to sleep. They had one day left of intermission, he didn't know how he was going to handle another day. He sighed in the morning, seeing a new fresh suit hanging off his door handle, well they could fuck themselves. Instead of getting dressed in the pale suit he grabbed his normal clothes, dressing in the tattered pants and the dirty shirt, staring at himself in the mirror for a long time before smirking a little as he shook his head, moving over to the suit he started to tear it apart, just so they knew he wasn't going to wear the shit. He reveled in the feeling of tearing something apart, destroying it, ruining something of THEIRS. He left nothing more than tiny strips of cloth, scattered about his room, and grabbed a handful as he walked out, handing the handful of strips to the butler waiting for him, the man looking shocked as he stared at his handful of cloth as Bimo stormed away in his district clothing. He was going to cause mass hysteria today, just to have one last little bit of amusement before he died. He hesitated as he passed 'The Traitor' door and wondered if he should invite her along. She deserved to have fun too, before he decided not to bother her, she was probably sore, and unhappy with him. He sighed a little and headed out to get food, wondering if he couldn't escape? If he could find a way out... he could take Aurora with him, they could run away, go south, away from the Capitol and it's people, find help, find people who could come and slaughter every last one of those silly little twits with their fancy fucking dresses.... he could run away, leave, he could find food, he had gone out into the wastes before, found books, though he hadn't been able to read them they had bought him food for him and his fiance... he had not seen hints of other people, but maybe they where just very far away? He stood there, his eyes glossy as he thought, planning his escape. Screw suicide, he was going to get away! They where stupid, he was smart, he could escape, he was sure of it!
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, a soreness in her nether regions, and feeling up guilt. She suddenly felt like an awful person for leaving Bimo in the middle of the night, refusing him the human contact that they both craved. Something had snapped with her, unfortunately, that made her need to be alone. Maybe the Capitol was right. Maybe she was souless a girl who murdured and gave the viewers exactly what they wanted to see. After all, it was obvious that her fellow tributes thought the same thing. At the ball the night before, she glared at her, planning the way that they were going to get rid of her in order to heighten their chances of winning. She was the ideal target, because she was the largest threat. After taking a shower, Aurora's personal stylist came in a applied makeup on her wear face, curled her hair, then pulled it back in a loose, wispy updo. After being forced in a white corset and panties, Aurora was relieved to see that they decided to give her a break on the dark, mysterious wardrobe. Instead, she wore a light blue, thin sundress, a pair of nude colored heels, and assortment of bracelets, and a set of pink-hued jewel earrings. Around her neck, she still had the mockingjay on, but the stylist made her tuck it beneath the neckline of her dress. She was expected at breakfast, she like the other tributes, so Aurora made her way down to the large dining hall. There, she sat amost other Capitol citizens, the President, the Game Maker, and the other tributes. Chatter was loudly buzzing through the room, but she kept silent as she sipped her coffee and ate her french toast. Her eyes glanced up at Bimo, who entered the room a few minutes prior it looks like, but she showed no emotion. She felt too guilty about last night... And then yet, she felt a warm sensation between her thighs that made her remember exactly why she did it in the first place.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

he entered the room as he always did, with a scowl and a glare at all the 'popinjays' and sat down in the only chair left available at the very end. He poked at his food before finally giving in and eating, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape if he was starving to death. If he couldn't find a way out by the time he got slung back into the Arena then he was just going to kill himself... maybe he'd do it at night, in his room, instead of out in the Arena. Maybe he'd do it right there, in the breakfast dining room with their silly butter knives, or maybe he could find his knife. They had taken away their weapons as soon as they had been fetched out of the Arena, but Bimo bet he could find them,he was clever, he knew how to do things. He looked down at the table and stared at Aurora, hoping to catch her eye, and once he had it he jerked his head towards the exit before getting up, purposely upending a plate of food into the lap of a woman, smirking as she shrieked and wailed as he practically skipped out of the room, almost chipper as he wondered what sort of chaos he could cause. He was going to do everything in his power to escape, and he had every intention of doing as much damage on the way as he could. His people, District five provided the power it took to run the shields, their electricity, their running water and their heating vents. Hell he had helped built most of the new power circuits that ran the Capitol. All he had to do was find the right wires, and instant, and total blackout. He had a feeling Aurora would enjoy causing mass panic before they either escaped or where flung back into the Area... or where killed by pissed off Capitol members, but that would ruin the games, and god forbid that happen. He paused just outside of the dining area and nibbled on a bread-stick that he had taken from the table, well aware of how horrified the twits of the Capital where with his behavior. But he was not there on his own will, he was not a willing participant and he did not want to be there, and dammit he was going to stop acting like it. He was going to make these people understand how pissed off he really was by any means necessary... maybe, they seamed pretty stupid.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

Aurora watched Bimo with a creased forehead, wanting to tell him to stop. The scene was nearly as bad as last night, and this time, the people around the table were having harder time calming down. She rolled her eyes, watching him leave the room... Did he really think this would help his case? Help their case? The President was fuming at his end of the table, probably plotting Bimo's death, and it angered Aurora. Why was he doing this? Why was he making their situation more complicated? She followed him out into the hall in a discreet manner, but the expression on her face read disappointment. When she was alone with him, the hal deserted with a door seperating them from the rest, she glared at him. So this is how you are going to solve our situation? she asked, arching an eyebrow. Acting like I child? With a sigh, Aurora put a hand on her forehead. Haven't you figured it out yet? The only way to beat the Capitol is to beat the Game. The security is high here, cameras are everywhere, and the President is taking tabs. He's just going to make it that much harder on you, you know! And if you manage to get out alive, you will be lucky if he left anything alive for you to come back to. Her eyes lifted up to him, and she swallowed back some unwanted tears. We are not just fighting for ourselves, but for a our district, and we cannot change anything about our society while in the Games. One of us has to survive in order to make a difference. Rolling her eyes, she walked toward a door that led out to the fenced in courtyard. She needed some air.... I don't want to just survive the Games, nor do I just want to tell them to fuck off, she said, opening the door and looking at him over her shoulder. I want to get home, and most importantly, I want to make sure that the 100th Annual Hunger Games is the last . And with that, she left, walking outside and breathing in the semi-fresh air. She felt bad for going off on him, but she had been holding it in for so, so long... His antics had finally set her off.
Thread: Love Amongst a Death Match ((Blair && Moon Struck Fox))

he looked shocked as she yelled at him, his eyes wide. i... but! she just rolled over him and left him stunned, leaving him standing there, thinking about what she had said, sighing a little as he shook his head, setting a hand over his eyes. dammit Bimo... he muttered softly before he sighed, realizing she was right. Trying to escape would fail, it always did. And his plan to kill himself in the hunger games would do nothing to stop the games, would do nothing to fix anything. No, he had to do something else. And he knew exactly what. He headed outside after her and stood next to her, his emerald eyes watching the fake world that these people had created. it's disgusting here. he muttered softly. there's no grass or tree's... no animals... no sounds... he muttered softly, looking around and licking his lips. i'm sorry Aurora... your right. he admitted glancing at her before looking at the ground, hesitating. i... have to confess... I was planning to kill myself. he admitted. or try to escape somehow... he sighed. i realize how stupid that is, how stupid I am.. was acting I... I didn't mean to upset you I just... we're not here willingly... we shouldn't have to play this damn dress up doll for them and I was upset... he admitted softly. learning that.... he swallowed thickly. Isalay was the only person who ever cared about me... no one likes me in my district... in fact they all LAUGHED when I walked up to that horrid bitch and took my place in the games... he admitted, his voice choked. they laughed, and... wished me a slow and painful death. he admitted swallowing thickly. i... decided something just now though. he admitted licking his lips again, a nervous habit. i'm going to help you win. he admitted calmly. i have no reason to live anymore, except for you. he admitted looking at her. your the first person to care about me save for my little sister. he admitted shaking his head a little. i might not succeed, but I am going to protect you during the games, I have an idea. he admitted smirking a little. it might not be a good idea, but it is an idea... but one of us has to win to do it, because no one else would be brave enough to try it. he admitted softly. i mean... who would ever think that the districts could one day just pack their shit up and leave? he asked smirking a little his eyes narrowed a little. their useless without us right? They can't do anything, they can't even cook their own goddamn food... if we can just get one district to leave, the others will follow, and the Capitol will fall... right? he asked softly, glancing at her. would you be willing to try? We have to do something... we're all dying, starving, there's a cough spreading in my district and no medicine to stop it... I know that there's a rash spreading in district two, and it's killing people. Someone calls it 'pox', and the Capitol doesn't care because we can all be replaced... he sighed a little, realizing he was rambling. sorry... I... never can seam to learn when to stop...