Two Weeks Until The First Run Of The AU Fest Event!!!

2024 Snowbaird AU Fest

Day One: No Games

In a world where there was a war but the punishment was not the Games, Coriolanus Snow meets a traveling performer that is hired to be part of the festivities entertainment.

It's Valentine! That means... 😏

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There are seven prompts and I decide to write some little short stories all in the same "au". There will be plenty of fluff, silliness and happy ending. Also, this is a fix-it. I will post even on ao3 in the collection and I will link the story at the end.

So, let's start!

Here is the first story

1. Valentine

The first time he heard this he thought he had misunderstood.

"... Valentine..."

He looks up from the newspaper he is reading and sees Lucy Gray and Tigris confabulating on the other side of the living room. They giggle, see that he is looking at them and turn away, covering their mouths with their hands and lowering their voices further.

I wonder what they are up to , thinks Coriolanus. He doesn't give it much thought, even though the male name pinched his ears uncomfortably, since it was Lucy Gray who pronounced it. With a lot of enthusiasm.

Mentally, he shrugs his shoulders. It must be a model from Tigris' new atelier or something. He has nothing to fear anyway.

Right?

***

He seems to hear it everywhere.

This time he went out, with Lucy Gray and Festus and Persephone. A nice double date.

He is coming back from the bathroom when he sees Lucy Gray half lying on the table, leaning towards Persephone and saying something to her with a bright, amused air.

"... Valentine..." it's that name again. His ears perk up and a shiver seizes him and he marches determinedly towards the table.

"What are you talking so cheerfully about?" he asks, smiling quietly.

Persephone chuckles and Lucy Gray returns to sit composed, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Nothing interesting, sweetheart," she replies to him, "Persephone was telling me that her parents will probably give her a cat for her birthday."

A cat named Valentine?

Coriolanus watches her, quiet. Something doesn't add up.

He realizes only later, when he goes with Festus to pay: Lucy Gray was acting. She was not authentic.

She is hiding something from him.

***

 Even with Clemmy - even with Clemmy!

Lucy Gray stopped by the university after a morning of errands downtown and he caught her talking under her breath to Clemmy on the threshold of the chemistry room.

"... Valentine..."

Clemensia smiles and giggles, which is quite unusual for her.

"Good morning, girls," Coriolanus greets them, trying to smile but feeling his face get stuck in a paresis. He is starting to get irritated.

He doesn't like the excited glow in Lucy Gray's face.

Who the heck is this Valentine?!

Lucy Gray laughs and is already in his arms. She stands up on her toes and kisses him ardently.

Immediately Coriolanus calms down. Surely it cannot be anyone special if Lucy Gray continues to seek him out in this way, even in public, even when it would be better to avoid it.

***

Then suspicion sets in again when even Festus gets involved.

This time he catches them together. A very stupid thing, at the supermarket. He passed by almost by chance because of an unforeseen gap in university schedule to buy a treat for the evening, because he knows Lucy Gray loves them. And he has seen Lucy Gray and Festus so close that they almost brush against each other as they look at the pastry shelves.

Immediately a burning anger invades him and closes his stomach.

Really? Just what... Four months in the capital and Lucy Gray is already cheating on him with one of his friends? With his best friend?

And then he feels it again, as he is pinned down at the beginning of the lane, unable to advance towards them - and maybe it's just for the best, because right now he just feels pervaded by a murderous rage.

"... For Valentine..."

What is that, a code name? The name Lucy Gray calls Festus by in some moment of passion?!

The idea is so ridiculous that it almost distracts him, and then it is Festus who notices him.

He smiles like it's nothing, approaching him perhaps too quickly, leaving the cart behind.

"Coryo! Don't you have class with Gaul now?"

There it is, the admission of guilt. You wanted me to be busy, didn't you?

"She's absent," he replies, flatly. Lucy Gray emerges from behind his back.

"Isn't that an odd coincidence? I wanted to buy a treat for tonight and ran into Festus instead."

She's acting, too. Again.

Coriolanus merely looks at her and nods, without smiling.

“Then I think I'll go back to the university. I came for the same reason,” he replies, without any inflection in his tone of voice, and turns his back on them and leaves before either of them can retort.

***

It is the fourteenth of February and Coriolanus has spent a sleepless night, pondering in fevered fantasies whether to make a scene to Lucy Gray and leave her, whether to behave stoically and leave her before she can do so and face his own pain alone, or whether to go down on his knees and beg her forgiveness for whatever he may have done and, above all, for the return of his love.

Pathetic.

He gets out of bed because he has nothing else to do and goes through the bathroom to settle down. His expression is terrible. It's been so long since he's sulked with someone that he almost struggles to recognise himself.

Pathetic. And it's all that damn Valentine's fault.

He still finds it hard to believe that it's a nickname for Festus - by the way, does he have to say something to Persephone? Maybe she has some idea what's going on? Or is he going to come across as a paranoid lunatic?

(... But, on the other hand, Persephone might also be involved. Festus is too libertine to settle for a monogamous relationship, yet he is so happy with her. Surely there is something going on).

(Ok, now he's definitely losing his mind).

He goes back to his room and gets dressed, elegant as usual. In less than an hour he has to be at the university. He will think about his own heart problems when he gets home, assuming he can stand up all day after the sleepless night.

A delicious smell comes out of the kitchen. Something chocolatey. Perhaps Ma’ might have outdone herself...

When he enters, however, he finds only Lucy Gray and a gorgeous, huge heart-shaped cake on the table.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" she exclaims, jumping in excitement.

Coriolanus's heart sinks and begins to pound at the same instant. What does that mean?

He asks her, almost in despair.

"What does it mean?! "

Lucy Gray rounds the table and throws her arms around his neck. She kisses him and her mouth tastes like chocolate.

"It's a Covey tradition," she explains to him, "An old lost holiday. Valentine's Day, the fourteenth of February, the day of lovers. And it's customary to exchange chocolate treats."

The relief is so great that it almost makes him bend his knees. Coriolanus pulls her close to cling to her.

"So... In these weeks..." he murmurs.

Lucy Gray laughs and kisses him again, this time for longer.

"I was telling everyone about the tradition" she replies to him “I made sure Tigris took Grandma’am away this morning, with an excuse. I explained it to Percy so she could organize something for Festus and I told Clemmy so she would spread the word among the girls, at the university, to bring back the tradition. And finally, I asked Festus what your favorite chocolate dessert was and for help in choosing the ingredients”.

Coriolanus starts giggling, hysterical.

Hell! He was hysterical. All in his mind, as usual.

A celebration! Valentine's Day.

The celebration of lovers.

Only Lucy Gray could come up with something so absurd and romantic at the same time.

"Do you want to eat the cake?" asks Lucy Gray, after his outburst.

Coriolanus tilts his head, observing her.

"You said Tigris and Grandma’am aren't here, right?"

Lucy Gray widens her smile and Coriolanus kisses her again.

"I'll just taste the chocolate like this, for now," he tells her, taking her in his arms and pushing her towards the table, well away from the cake "And then, if there's time left over, we can eat the cake too."

Lucy Gray, in response, grabs him by the hair and pushes him back to her lips, squeezing her legs behind his back and trapping him against her.

Exactly in the one place he wants to stay for the rest of his life.

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The Black Dog - Taylor Swift

FOR DAY 6 OF THE 2025 SNOWBAIRD VALENTINE EVENT: SONG

For prompt 2 Snowbaird Valentine event: rose

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in this case bed of roses

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Rated: M for graphic violence

Genre: Thriller/Romance

Add. Notes: High School AU, Enemies to lovers vibe, Oneshot

On a camping trip that Coriolanus is not at all enjoying, he finds himself wandering through the woods with Lucy Gray, a girl who he distrusts and has convinced himself he despises.

When she tells him a spooky story, things take a turn when Coriolanus wonders if the story is more than just a myth, his feelings for the girl made complicated when he makes a decision to protect her.

Story Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63157057

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Bind Me to You - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: Written for day 3 of Snowbaird Smut Week 2024, run 2. LG handcuffs Coryo to the bed during their honeymoon! Hehe.

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Synopsis: Lucy Gray takes control during her honeymoon to Coriolanus Snow.

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“I’ve been wanting to do this since we were together in 12, but we rarely had a bed available to us, and even less so one we could handcuff to.”

“Did you say handcuff?”

Click.

It was their honeymoon, day 2.

Day one was sweet and magical and gentle – well, as gentle as lovemaking could be when you had Coriolanus as your husband, and he wanted nothing more than to ravage the living daylights out of you. He still had some of that Peacekeeper in him, and that Peacekeeper was a wild animal.

Lucy Gray didn’t mind. She could be equally untamed and even venomous when the lights were down in a bedroom with him.

They’d gone north of the Capitol for their time away, just about an hour away. Close enough that they could be called back if something dire were to happen with the Snow family back home, but far enough away that they could insist anything minor was not reason enough to return from their honeymoon.

They were staying in one of the Snow family’s previously abandoned cottages out on a lake. In recent years, as the Snows had regained their wealth and status just in time for the law to change for Lucy Gray to marry Coriolanus Snow, the cottage had been refurbished and was now in a luxurious state for the long-awaited honeymoon.

And here, on day two, Lucy Gray had planned to do something she’d never tried with anyone. She was going to blindfold and handcuff her dear husband to the bed at the cottage and make him beg for anything remotely sexual to be done to him throughout the evening.

She’d been extremely looking forward to it, and she was not going to back down no matter how much he demanded to be set loose.

Night one had been all about him taking control, something he rarely relinquished anyway. Night two would be all about her claiming him. And he liked the wild animal inside of her. She knew he did.

This was going to be fun.

“I’ve left a blindfold for you on the bed,” she’d said from the bathroom. “Strip down, put the blindfold on and lie back on the bed, Lover. I’ll be in in a minute.”

He smirked, enjoying how the district 12 in her always had a new pet name for him at the drop of a hat. He picked up the blindfold and smoothed his finger tips over the dark silk.

“You won’t even let me see you first?” he asked, craning his neck to see if he could catch sight of her in the cracked doorway. His mind was entirely focused on which of the many sets of lingerie he’d gifted her with the night before. The black lacey one with the matching silk gloves was particularly on his mind.

The door closed, and her voice was muffled when she responded.

“The blindfold won’t be on long,” she promised him, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

He did as he was told though and got undressed. Then he put the blindfold on and plopped down on the bed, scooting back until his head was on the plush pillows at the head of the bed.

He heard the door open a few moments later and felt her presence when she walked into the room. His adam’s apple bobbed in anticipation, and Lucy Gray smirked to herself.

That was when she informed him of how she’d wanted to do this for quite some time, since their time in 12 in fact, which had been over a year ago. His confusion was short lived as soon as he heard the sound of the handcuff clicking around his wrist. And when he tried to tug on it to free himself, he found it was chained to the bed.

“Lucy Gray,” he warned, at first not liking being so restrained, especially when she did the same thing to his other wrist, despite his attempts to prevent it.

“Relax,” she said, after a quiet chuckle. “You’ll like this, I promise.”

“I-”

But he was silenced by the feel of her straddling his hips and then her leaning forward and capturing his lips with her own.

“Mm,” he moaned softly, and she smirked.

“See, told you.”

“You’re wearing the lacey lingerie?” he asked, able to tell by the brush of it on his thighs.

“I am,” she confirmed.

“Let me see it,” he whined, and she chuckled again.

“Patience, dear one. All in good time.”

She patted his chest, then drew her nails down it from collar bone to torso, dipping her finger tips into the lines of his abs, still defined from his continued workouts even after returning to the Capitol. He hadn’t planned on continuing them and keeping up his Peacekeeper physique. But he liked the way Lucy Gray looked at him when she saw his nude body and decided it was worth it to keep the muscle.

Lucy Gray replaced her nails with her mouth and started kissing her way down his chest next, pausing to nip at his nipples with her teeth and making him moan.

“Lucy Gray,” he whispered breathily.

She smirked.

“I’m here.”

Then her tongue ran over his abs, and she blew lightly over the wet spots, making him shiver as goosebumps covered his skin.

As she inched down his body, her hair trailing over him, Coriolanus grew impatient, especially when he could feel her breath on his cock, hovering.

“Okay, take it off. Take off the blindfold. I want to see you when y-”

But Lucy Gray wasn’t listening. She kissed his tip, then sucked it, and then propped his cock up to slowly take the length of him inside her mouth.

“Oh, god.”

Her tongue swirled around him, and he started to lift his hips up, seeking more of her wetness. She positioned herself directly above him though and forced his hips back down so he was pressed against the mattress as she started to bob her head up and down in repeated fast movements, the sucking sound driving him mad.

“Lucy Gray,” he whimpered.

And he could feel her smiling around him. She was enjoying this.

“Argh. Untie me.”

She dragged her mouth slowly free of him, then licked his fully erect length before closing her hand around it and pumping him quickly as she popped his balls one by one inside her mouth and swirled her tongue around them, dragging her teeth lightly on the tender skin until he hissed and raised his hips again. She pushed him down for the second time.

“Lucy Gray!”

She laughed and moved over his leg to where his head was laying on the pillows.

“Alright, alright. My goodness, you’re impatient.”

He huffed and moments later his blindfold was pulled free of his eyes, and he forgot all about his irritation.

She was a vision. Her hair falling around her shoulders, and the lingerie enhancing her cleavage and fitting to her curves flawlessly.

“Wow.”

She smiled.

“Okay, now the handcuffs,” he told her, but she shook her head, and he frowned. “What? Why?”

“Tonight, I’m in control.”

He pouted, and she was adorable, so she leaned down and captured his pretty, pink lips. She could feel the eagerness in him when he chased her lips even after she pulled away and moved down his body again.

Sighing, he fell back on the pillow and grumbled.

“You’ll regret this.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, kissing the tip of his cock again as she cradled it in her palm and started to pump it again.

His breathing grew more shallow as his chest rose and fell, and she could feel the arousal in him growing, could see it too as his cock grew more and more erect under her touch.

“I’m ready,” he said. “Fuck, I’m so ready.”

She smiled.

“Oh, I know.”

She licked two of her fingers and dipped them under the frilly, tiny skirt and pumped her own channel briefly, mesmerizing him. She hissed as her nails brushed across her clit, and when her fingers burst free, Coriolanus could see they’d become fully covered by her wetness.

“You’re ready too,” he said, his pupils dilating.

“Oh, yeah.”

She unhooked the back of the top of her lingerie, so he could see just how pointed her nipples had become, and he groaned, wanting to touch her so badly it hurt. His fingers wiggled in their restraints.

He was going mad, and she was living for it.

“Ride me, Lucy Gray.”

“What do you say?” she asked pointedly, straddling him but keeping her body just inches above his cock, so he couldn’t even feel her no matter how much he tried to raise his hips.

Her ankles held his legs down hard behind her, making it extremely difficult for him.

“Ugh. Ride me now.”

“That’s not very polite, Coriolanus,” she said, leaning down to kiss his chest again and lick a line up to his neck where she promptly sucked. “Where are your manners?”

“Fuck. You want me to beg?”

He was incredulous, but she took her time lifting her head, nipping at his nipples again.

“That’s exactly what I want.”

He groaned.

“Fine. Ride me…please.”

He looked disgusted with himself, but Lucy Gray was pleased beyond measure.

“That’s all you had to say.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was granted the pleasure of his life when she finally moved down his body and lowered herself onto his waiting cock.

“Ahh,” she cried out, her gentle hiss lost in Coriolanus’s moan.

She waited a moment, taking in the feel of his full hardness inside of her before she started to move seconds before he asked her to.

His lips parted, he breathed shakily as she moved up and down, increasing her speed and rolling her hips to grind more deeply against him.

“Fuck, Lucy Gray.”

“I’m trying to,” she said, her strained laugh emerging through the pleasure.

Then her secret desires burst through, despite all her careful planning. She was enjoying herself, for sure, and yet…

“I miss your hands on me,” she confessed.

“Unchain me!” he cried out, seeking the opening the second it appeared.

“Ugh. No. That’s not what I…”

He blew out a huff of frustration and forced his legs up, so he could fuck her from beneath. It wasn’t quite as successful with his hands not on her hips forcing her down onto his cock. It didn’t allow him to lift his head up enough to suck her breasts and latch onto the skin in the crook of her neck, but it was as close as he could manage.

“Ahhh.”

“You like that, Lucy Gray?” he teased her, and she wondered how he’d suddenly regained control when he was the one chained to the bed.

“Uh-huh,” she whined, falling forward on his chest, her hands splayed over his shoulders.

He managed to kiss the top of her head.

“I can do that and so much more… I can touch you, if you let me. Let me, Lucy Gray.” He paused a moment, then smiled to himself. “Please?”

She almost cried she was so desperate for his hands on her.

Reluctantly, she climbed off of him and disappeared into the bathroom.

“What are y-”

But then she re-emerged with the key between her fingertips. She came around to one hand and then circled the bed to the other. And the second he was free, he grabbed a hold of her waist and pinned her beneath him on the bed.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Mrs. Snow.”

She shivered at the use of her married name, her eyes wide.

“I think it’s time to punish you.”

“Punish me,” she ordered.

He groaned, the demand music to his ears.

He moved down her body again, kissing, licking, nipping, caressing every inch of her. When he reached her pussy, he dove in immediately, seeking out her clit and pumping three fingers up inside of her, so that she was clawing at him, shoving his face deeper inside her so he could barely breathe.

“Oh, fuck, oh, god.”

He moaned into her, enjoying her taste, and she could feel it, almost like a vibration coursing through her veins.

“So good. So good. Fucking god.”

And then she exploded, the ripples of her orgasm causing her to buck up against his mouth. Before they disappeared completely, he plunged his cock inside of her and thrust until he came undone, jerking off inside of her and grinding against her perfect body until she was completely filled with him.

Then he collapsed, and she held him to her, her arms and legs keeping him in place, so he couldn’t move.

“You can’t go anywhere,” she told him. “You’re mine.”

He smiled, exhausted, and with no intention other than to lay plastered against her skin.

“And you’re mine, Lucy Gray.” He kissed one breast then lifted his head to look into her eyes, curls falling over his forehead. “Always.”

For snowbairdsmutweek @snowbaird-events Day 7: outdoor sex

the meadow scene but make it ✨ smut ✨

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“You found me,” Lucy Gray said. In District 12? In Panem? In the world itself? Never mind, it didn’t matter. “You knew I would.” “Hoped you would. Didn’t know. The odds didn’t seem in my favor.” She leaned back enough to free a hand and brushed his lips with her fingers. He felt the calluses from her guitar strings, the soft surrounding skin, as she examined the previous night’s injury. Then, almost shyly, she kissed him, sending shock waves through his body. Ignoring the pain in his lips, he responded, hungry and curious, every nerve in his body awake. He kissed her until his lip started to bleed a little, and would have kept going had she not pulled away. Lucy Gray wiped at the blood on his lip. “You’re bleeding,” she whispered, concern evident in her tone.

Coriolanus swiped his lips impatiently. “I don’t care.” Then suddenly, he thought, oh no. She must think he looks hideous with the swollen bleeding lip. Sejanus had told him the look worked for him, but why had he trusted his opinion anyway? He should’ve trusted his instinct. Before Lucy Gray could cause permanent damage to his ego, Coriolanus opened his mouth to reassure her. “It’ll heal in a few days.” Lucy Gray stared at him oddly before giving a laugh of surprise. “I know,” she said. “I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

You’re hurting me more by staying away, Coriolanus thought, but didn’t say it because perhaps it was a tad bit too dramatic. “You’re not,” he said instead. “Hurting me. I barely felt anything.” Lucy Gray raised her eyebrow like she didn’t believe him, but she slowly leaned forward again. She laughed softly, tracing her fingers across his lips. “I like you this way. You look like quite the rogue, Coryo.”

At the compliment and the nickname, Coriolanus blushed. “Does that mean you’ll kiss me again?” he asked stupidly. In answer, Lucy Gray moved her mouth to his.

Coriolanus felt warm all over as they kissed once more, Lucy Gray licking the blood off of his lips before moving her tongue inside his mouth. He tasted the salt of his own blood as the kiss deepened, Lucy Gray digging her fingers into his head while his own hands got tangled in curls. There was a loud crunching sound that Coriolanus realized was the ice he had brought for Lucy Gray. Reluctantly, he pulled away slightly, lifting his leg and offering it to her. “Ice for you,” he said. Lucy Gray beamed upon taking it. “This has to be the coldest thing on this side of November,” she said. Then before Coriolanus could react, she pulled off her shirt and poured half of the melting ice down her chest.

She was wearing a lacy bra, a pretty thing that would be typical of Capitol ladies. As the cloth became soaked, the swell of Lucy Gray’s breasts became fully visible. Coriolanus swallowed. He had never felt like this before. Wanting, needing her… he hadn’t understood what others meant when they described the feeling. Until now.

Feeling nervous, Coriolanus untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head. Lucy Gray poured the other half of the ice over his chest, gently pushing him to the ground and spreading the ice water more thoroughly with her hands. With a sudden disconcerting thought, Coriolanus recalled that Lucy Gray had done this before while he hadn’t.

He hated it, hated feeling so vulnerable, hated not having a clue what he was doing, hated that somebody else would know that. Even if it was Lucy Gray.

She slid her pants off, and Coriolanus tried to take off the lacy bra, fumbling with the buttons. He stared at her as she climbed on top of him, palming his length through his pants. When she moved to unzip him, he froze.

He had no idea what he was doing, no clue at all, and he was going to look stupid and immature before Lucy Gray, and he hated that he cared this much anyway. Festus seemed to have no such problems with this stuff; why couldn’t he be the same way?

Lucy Gray held his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. “Coryo, are you ok?” For some reason, those four words made tears fall from his eyes. This was so humiliating, for Lucy Gray to see him like this. Like he was on the edge of breaking.

Maybe he had been for a while. He had maintained the facade of normalcy in the capitol while he was starving at home. He had tried to remain calm even as his girl was taken into the arena to die. He had tried to remain sane even as he was expelled and sent to the districts to be a peacekeeper for the next twenty years. Sejanus coming with him and the possibility of upgrading to officer and returning to the capitol that way had kept him alive. But somehow, this act, this thing that came so naturally to others, was causing the cracked pieces of his soul to break entirely.

Lucy Gray, however, did not laugh or sneer. She did not mock him or even utter a word. She bent over him, tracing each tear with her lips and wiping it away. Her face was smeared with his blood, and he imagined his was the same now. Coriolanus was no poet, yet he could appreciate the artistry of it. Both of them killers after going into the arena, now smeared in each other’s blood.

“Coryo,” she murmured again, her dark curls brushing against his neck. “Coryo, do you trust me?”

Trust. Such a difficult thing to give out. There was so few people that Coriolanus trusted. Tigris. Clemensia, at least before the snakes incident. Festus, but only to some extent. Sejanus, but only because he seemed too foolish and straightforward to betray Coriolanus. His grandma’am, as long as she didn’t wander out in public.

He loved Lucy Gray; that much was certain. But did he trust Lucy Gray? Was love synonymous with trust, or something given along with love? Or were they separate entities?

He supposed it didn’t matter. Lucy Gray had had a chance to escape the arena, and she had chosen to save him from a burning log instead. She seemed so overjoyed to have him here in District 12. They had been through so much together. How could he not trust her?

At last, Coriolanus found his voice. “Yes,” he murmured back. “I trust you, Lucy Gray.”

At that statement, Lucy Gray slowly slid Coriolanus’s pants off of his body. She completed the unbuttoning job Coriolanus had started on her bra, letting the thin fabric drop to the grass. It was not long before they were both utterly naked before each other, and although it was only their bodies, Coriolanus felt as if his heart were being laid bare as well.

Cautiously, Coriolanus lifted the back of his hand to Lucy Gray, starting from her forehead, down the slope of her nose, over her lips, across her neck and collarbone, from her shoulder down to her wrist, before moving to her breasts, down her waist, over her hips, settling on her thigh. Lucy Gray answered by kissing across his pecs before biting his shoulder. Coriolanus gasped.

“Mine,” Lucy Gray breathed against his skin. “You are mine, Coriolanus Snow.”

Coriolanus shuddered as she lightly circled her fingers across his dick. Holy hell, it was sensitive. He couldn’t help but arch towards her hand, towards whatever she was doing to cause that feeling. When Lucy Gray replaced her hands with her mouth, Coriolanus couldn’t hold back his moan. His fingers dug into the grass as he rode her mouth, her tongue. He was overwhelmed by sensation, mind foggy with pleasure. He could barely think around the fact that Lucy Gray was having sex with him, that it was probably the best feeling in his life. Soon afterward, he felt the muscles in his groin and glutes begin to tighten, and he saw stars as Lucy Gray continuing to suck him until his body finally relaxed. He didn’t know what that was, but it must be good.

Lucy Gray lifted her head, some sort of undetermined substance covering her face. Definitely not sweat. Oh god. Had that come from his-

Not breaking eye contact, Lucy Gray licked it. Coriolanus’s jaw dropped and he felt his skin heat from embarrassment.

“Delicious,” she said, and Coriolanus felt better. Of course! Anything that came out of his body had to be good! Besides waste, of course. “Are you ready?”

This part, Coriolanus knew. He slowly nodded, and Lucy Gray lifted herself up before lowering her body onto his shaft. Lucy Gray and Coriolanus’s moans melded into each other’s as she began to increase her pace. And Coriolanus stared at her face as it went blank with sensation before melting into the expression of perfect bliss. She was so beautiful. Coriolanus could stare at her all day.

I love you, he thought to himself. So, so much.

He wondered if he would ever be brave enough to say those words aloud.

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