Harmonizer ♪

Just as the doors to the glass elevator began to slide shut, a slender yet muscular body bounded into the elevator. I knew who it was right off the bat. Johanna Mason, district seven axe murderer. Dressed as a tree. A gorgeous one at that. Wait, no. I'm with Peeta, I'm not supposed to be thinking like that.

"You guys look amazing," the dark haired girl flaunted with a breathy sigh. "Thanks."

Without missing a beat, Johanna began to abusively yank off her accessories. Understandable, I concluded. They did get rather uncomfortable after a while. "My stylist is such an idiot. District seven, lumber. Trees," noise of disgust. "I'd love to put my axe in her face. So what'dyou think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?"

I'm positive my face twisted and contoured into an odd expression of disbelief. "I..I don't really think the whole world wants to sleep with me." The petite lumberjack spun around defensively, shooting me a glare.

"I wasn't talking to you." My jaw popped open slightly. Who did this girl think she was? Queen of the Capitol? Queen of the Victors? Nonetheless, she was arrogant. A bit sassy to. Almost..a turn on. No, no, no. That's wrong to think, especially since she will be trying to put her axe into my face in two days. "But.." I quickly snapped out of my trance of thought and looked up at her dark eyes filled with anger and lust. She took a step closer to me and put one delicate finger in the crook of my elbow and traced it up my arm, then up my neck, and stopping just below my chin. What the..

My cheeks were on fire by now. The teasing finger propped my chin up a bit more so that I was staring into her eyes; much higher than usual because of her ridiculously high heels. My knees began to subtly tremble underneath my dress as I bashfully looked off to the side. "I wouldn't be surprised if they did."

What does that even mean? Does she mean..oh. OH. Her finger dropped from my chin as she looked at Peeta. "Unzip me?" I shot Peeta  a deadly glance as his face became giddy with a childish smile. "Uh..sure." Uh..sure, I mock sarcastically in my head. A fume of jealousy crept through my veins as the zipper was down and she ripped her clothes off.

Before I even had time to process what I had just witnessed, the elevator doors open as she strutted out, shooting me a wink. "Let's do it again sometime," Johanna said lightly, her voice fading as she made her way briskly down the hall. Holy..the next thing I know, Haymitch and Peeta erupt into laughs and chuckles.

"Wow, uh, Katniss. Johanna Mason sure had a thing for you," Peeta said between chuckles. It was then I realized my jaw was on the floor, practically drooling. I stood up straight, flattened out my dress, and walked briskly out of the elevator and into my room. I was pretty sure by that point that special spot in between my legs was drooling just as much as my mouth. God, this is so wrong. I knew a hot shower would clear my head. I open the door and fumble for the light switch, all hot and bothered. The next thing I know, I am pinned against the wall with my wrists in an iron grip in the darkness with only the lights from the town hall coming in.

Without a second thought I begin to scream, but that is quickly shut off by the hand closing over my throat. Not in an aggressive way but..in a seductive way. "Shut the hell up, brainless. Are you trying to get us both in trouble?" Johanna. Johanna Mason had me pinned to a wall while whispering in my ear.

"What are you doing here, crazy?!" I whisper fervently. Her body is pressed perfectly against mine, her hair already out of the ridiculous extension and back to it's cute spikey self. I mean..spikey. Not cute. Well, yes it is cute, but. I'm with Peeta. Right? Right. "I've been thinking about you ever since the elevator and decided to catch a different one straight up here. I saw the way you were looking at me, Girl on Fire." Johanna purrs in my ear seductively, her hands keeping my wrists firmly against the wall. I contemplate trying to wriggle free but I figure that would be useless.

"You have?" I reply. My heart must have been going a hundred miles an hour.

"Oh, yes. And I thought to myself, 'if I don't teach the innocent little victor a lesson about keeping her eyes to herself, who will?' Not loverboy." A stab of sympathy goes to my chest. God, she is so damn hot. But, Peeta..

In an instant, the feisty brunette's lips are smashed against mine, her tongue fighting mine relentlessly. Then her lips are on my pulse point, suckling and nibbling. I can't help but let out a low moan  at the sensation. I can feel her smirk against my neck, clearly enjoying herself almost as much as I am. Her one hand takes both of my wrists and pins them above my head so her right hand can get to work.

Her impatient fingers yank up my dress so that the entire thing is crumpled against my neck. The cold air hits my now exposed abdomen, causing me to gasp. My nipples harden instantly to the new exposure; the dress had a built in bra. This was much to Johanna's liking. "What do we have here?" She teased, the smirk never ceasing to exist on her lips.

With one hand, her fingers instantly yank at one of my nipples, tugging at it so hard I didn't think it was possible. She then released it as it snapped back into place. I let out a squeak of slight pain and pleasure. Johanna laughs. Quickly, she replaces her fingers with her mouth and begins to focus all her energy on pleasuring my breasts. A part of me wants to fight this, but it just feels too good.

Johanna's muscular yet gentle hand travels down my ribcage, each of her fingers strumming across each rib methodically but then stop at my panty line. "Now, brainless. You will do exactly as I say and you will not cum until I say so. Do you hear me?" I almost childishly look astonished, as if I didn't know this was leading to sex. She was so sexy when she talked like that. "Shit, already? Answer me! Now. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes." Is all I manage to push out, my mouth gaping.

Johanna's wolfy grin is bigger than ever now. "Good." Her hand slides into my panties, and without a second thought, she begins rubbing her fingers furiously over my clit. I throw my head back and moan loudly, my back arching off the wall. Dammit, she just began touching me and I'm already about to climax. My walls begin to contract and somehow, she know this.

"Well, what the fuck? Didn't I say not to cum until I said so? You know what bad girls get when they don't do as they're told?" Her fingers slide out of my panties altogether and I'm lost bucking for more. "They get punished.." I say barely audibly.