ivy

“where are you running off to?”

haymitch and i were enjoying lunch when i stood up from my chair. more like he was eating and chasing it with today’s choice of liquor. he was one of the few good nuts within the capitol, the only other victor i would offer up my time for.

we both figured since we were going to be subjected to capitol shenanigans every year, we might as well just endure it together. the difference between us and how we spend our time is he finds comfort in the bottom of a bottle. i prefer to escape altogether.

i push my chair underneath the table, picking up my glass to finish the last of my drink. “i promised plutarch i would help organize his library.” the blue-eyed man’s head perked up, one of his eyebrows rising soon after. “i keep borrowing books and when i take return them, he never puts them back. figured since it’s partially my fault i’d offer up my services.”

“what, he’s over having an avox do the cleaning?” he slurred out, the alcohol speaking for him. the man stands up, mirroring my actions. “i’ll come help, too.”

“it’s not that much of a mess.”

“psh!” he waved his hand, stumbling over to me. “i want to borrow something.”

haymitch was clearly plastered, a state in which he definitely wouldn’t be able to help out. i place my hand on his arm, pulling out the chair that i once sat in and forcing him to sit down. “i think you’d be better off getting a ride back home.” i say, patting his shoulder before walking off.

the walk to plutarch’s mansion wasn’t long, i made sure that wherever we had lunch was close for that reason. i assume that he alerted his staff of my arrival as the two doormen granted me entry.

his home, if you could call it that, was beautiful. the white marble, painting that match my size. sometimes i wonder if this was his work or his family members before him.

my favorite thing about the mansion is the library. the room was so large that it could take a lifetime to get through every book. high ceilings with a golden staircase to reach the very top. it was the best place to go when you need to get away.

“y/n.” my name echoed through the foyer, the voice belonging to the man of the house. my body turned to face his direction revealing plutarch in a white button up and grey slacks. “you’re late.”

“you have something better to do?” i scoff, walking past him towards the library. the house was a bit of a maze at first but after the first few library trips, the path became second nature.

all of the books that were never put back sat in piles on the on his desk. plutarch walks over towards the books, turning the goat head knob, and reveals a bottle filled with an amber liquid.

i follow his steps, looking through the books i had read, noticing that there seemed to be a few more than i had checked out. a particular book with a green cover caught my attention.

“i never read this.” i picked it up, turning it to him. he was pouring each of us a glass, trading me the book for a drink.

“i picked it out for you, don’t forget to grab it on your way out.” he places it on a end table towards the entrance as i sip the drink poured, my face scrunching as my throat burns.

alcohol wasn’t something i enjoyed. the occasional drink was fine, especially if it was sweet. the stuff that plutarch and haymitch prefers is an acquired taste.

i sit the glass down away from the books and begin sorting through them. most of the ones i picked out came from shelves eye level and below so there was no struggle putting them back in their rightful place.

halfway through the process, i notice plutarch sitting at his desk. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, arms crossed. i wasn’t sure if i had placed a book in the wrong spot, his eyes on me ever so intensely.

i cleared my throat and went back to work. if i had done something wrong, he would tell me. however, he is also the kind of guy to let someone freak out internally and tell them at the last minute.

my mini panic attack didn’t last long as i was broken away from my thoughts by the sound of his footsteps, causing me to turn around and face him once again. he stayed quiet. i’ve noticed that he’s an observer, that’s how he gets people to see things his way.

“why are you here?”

“i felt bad for just dropping them off and leaving.”

he chuckled, taking a step forward, and i took a step back. “actually, you would drop them off, get a new one, and leave.”

i did do something wrong, it just wasn’t at this moment. “i assumed you’d have the avoxes put them back…” haymitch’s words from before rang in my head, reminding me that i didn’t have to be here.

“i could’ve,” he took another step. “that leaves the question unanswered.” another step. “why” step. “are you” step. “here?” one last step, causing me to collide with the shelf behind me.

he wore a shit eating grin with pride as if he had accomplished something. “i like your library.” i say, quietly.

on the outside, i felt that i was keeping my composure well. on the inside, however, i was screaming. he was so close to me that with another step, we could merge.

i wonder if this was one of his games, if snow had put him up to this. why though? it doesn’t make sense.

“you like my library or what comes with it?” his voice was low, a tone that made my thighs squeeze together. “personally, i like the sight of you in here. reading my selections, deciding whether or not you wanna go up the stairs, you stroking the spine of every textured copy…”

my breath caught in my throat. mentally, i was kicking myself for blushing at how attractive he made reading sound. he couldn’t have known that, could he?

one his hands came up to cradle my chin, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. “cmon, nothing to say? you’re usually so bold.”

there was nothing to say. i had no idea why i was really here. perhaps he was right and i liked what came with the library. the comforting ambiance, an endless selection, and… plutarch.

“say the word and i’ll stop.” his hand now moving to my cheek, pushing my hair behind his ear. embarrassment filled my body as i melted into his touch. “we can forget about this and go back to the way things were before.” there was no going back. the line was already crossed.

and i was ready to take it even further.

“i don’t wanna forget.”

that was all the confirmation he needed before placing his free hand on my other cheek and smashing his lips into mine. my hands instinctively flew to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

we had never been this close before. to be fair, i try to keep my distance from everyone. there was something about him that was so inviting. it could be his way with words and his intelligence, maybe the way his hands trace down my body, pulling my waist closer to his.

before i knew it, he had pulled away. the lack of touch didn’t last long, his hands soon attaching to the back of my thighs to pick me up, pinning my back against the shelf once again.

missing my lips, his made their way to my neck, placing hot, wet kisses. i barely had time to process what was happening, how i ended up in this position with plutarch. with his hands gripping my thighs as he nips and sucks at my neck.

the composure that i once held left once he rolled his hips against mine, causing me to let out a quiet moan to which he chuckled at. “that was beautiful. bet we can do better than that.” it felt like a declaration.

our lips met again, tongues fighting for dominance as he walked us across the room to his desk, setting me down on top of it, pulling away once more. complaints nearly leave my lips, that’s until i see him slowly pop open each button to his shirt, revealing a tight, white beater that fight him perfectly. it didn’t matter, it was discarded as well and i was left to gaze at his bare, chiseled body. once he removed his belt, his pants began to hang low, revealing his v-line.

the sound of him clearing his voice removes me from my state of awe, my eyes shooting up to meet his. “this is the part where you get undressed.” i nod, nervously, going to reach for the hem of my top before he placed a hand on mine. “slowly, give me a show.”

a feeling that he was going to ruin me lingered in the back of my mind. the smirk that he was sporting wasn’t helping. i slowly removed my shirt, throwing it next to the desk. when he demanded a show, he meant it, eyes never leaving me, my body. my hands slowly made their way to my pants, sliding them down at a painfully slow pace.

it was working in my favor, his breathing became heavier and heavier the more i revealed myself to him. he tilted his head once i was down to my undergarments, a finger to his chin. at times like this i wish i were inside his mind, possibly a labyrinth in which i would never decipher.

“lay back.” it was an order. and i obeyed, letting my back meet with the cold surface of the desk, watching as he hovers over me. his fingers trail up the insides of my thighs, stopping just below my underwear. “just give me a moment to… take in this sight. you, at my will, wet and trembling.”

if i wasn’t soaking before, i sure as hell was now. being naked was one thing but under his gaze, i felt completely vulnerable.

thankfully, his ogling didn’t last before he began to pull my underwear down at the same pace i did my pants, causing me to squirm, signaling for him to hurry up.

the action led to him pausing his movements to grip my waist, keeping me in place, as leans down close to my ear. “this is my program, i’m gonna direct it how i want to view it.” when he pulls back, i see the sly smile that he put on walking around the capitol, a sign of his arrogance.

he isn’t that far, his eyes are still on mine. now my breathing was heavy, his fingertips trailing the path they once did before, this time landing on my clit. “i know it’s problematic for the districts but i love to play with food before enjoying the meal.” his thumb now tracing a circle, kissing down my chest. “they say it’s no use. it’ll just get cold.” a gasp leaves my mouth as his attach to a nipple, sucking as his free hand toys with the other. “i quite like a messy plate.”

with that, i felt a finger slide inside of me, a moan louder than previous sounds. “i know i said we can do better but this is a library. where are your manners?”

“fuck you, plutarch.” comes out in a sigh, barely even heard.

“oh, i’m trying, baby. be patient for me. a good show can’t be rushed.”

i thought that was going to be the thing that ruined me until he removed his finger from my core, causing me to whine. “shh, i just want a taste.” and taste he did, his finger disappearing into his mouth, tasting my slick. “well, that just wasn’t enough.” was all he said before descending lower, attaching his mouth to my wet entrance, throwing my thighs over his shoulders.

it was officially out of my control and i had surrendered to him. that was prevalent in the sound i made as he expertly twirled his tongue around my clit, gripping my thighs as he does so. his mouth wasn’t alone in action, two of his fingers thrusting into me.

“shit…” i clasped my hand across my mouth, not trusting myself to be vocal. another chuckle erupts from him, vibrating against my entrance. “fuck!” my fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, gripping, earning me the pleasure of hearing a moan from him.

the pleasure comes to a halt when he removes his mouth and his fingers, sucking them once more before removing his pants. “have you ever tasted yourself?” the question takes my by surprise but i shake my head ‘no’ honestly, to which leans down attaching our lips once again. his tongue swipes my bottom lips, indicating for me to give him access. our tongues wrestle, the mix of liquor and my slick passing back between us.

without breaking the kiss, he lined himself up with my entrance. lips trailing from mine along my jaw, to my ear. “good to go, angel?” his voice was raspy, i simply nodded. “i need more than that. don’t you wanna unravel around me as much as i want you to?”

in all honesty, i could probably do with the penetration. i would able to come just from his gaze and words but i wasnt going to pass up on this opportunity. “please… i need you.” begging was so foreign to me, and felt so right when it was him that i wanted. needed.

unexpectedly, he slid into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. his pace didn’t increase. his thrusts were long and slow, forcing me to feel every inch of him. as if that weren’t enough, i wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.

one of his hands rested on the desk beside me, the other stimulating a nipple, the pleasure causing my hips to buck against his, matching his movements. my eyes flutter shut, fully allowing myself to escape into the feeling.

the cold wood of the desk disappears from under me as plutarch picks me up, carrying me to the nearest shelf, and once again, he had me pinned to his words. thrusts never faltering with a hand hooked under a thigh and the other placed around my throat.

“you look so pretty like this. silent… at my will.” his pace finally speeds up, chasing the sounds of my moans. “louder.” he demands into my ear, the speed and encouragement pushing me to do so as i clench around him. “fuck!”

two things i didn’t expect when i agreed to help: being fucked against a bookcase and hearing one of the most powerful men in panem moan. it was exhilarating seeing this side of his, a side that possibly no one had seen.

“you good there heavensbee?” a quiet laugh escapes, causing him to slightly tighten his grip.

he didn’t need to say anything. everything i needed to hear was said through his grip. my nails dug into his shoulders, his thrusts becoming more frequent with each. my skin was hot, and i could feel myself reaching the edge.

feeling myself flutter around him, i allowed my head to fall on shoulder, to which he immediately lifted it back to its original position. “where ya goin’? the best part of the show is the ending.”

“i’m-” i couldn’t say it. the power he had over as it was was already too much. saying it would give him the satisfaction of knowing. no surprise if he did already.

the hand he had placed on my throat moved down, circling my clit once again. there was no prolonging it.

my body shook and trembled as i let go around him, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. plutarch wasn’t far behind, unloading within me, his thrusts slowly faltering as we both ride out our high.

as we mutually come down, he removes himself from me, a wince emerging at the feeling. “i guess i did have something better to do.” the remark rolled off his tongue.

all i could do was blink at him. he put me down soon after his statement, gathering my clothes and handing them off to me.

we dressed in silence. it’s normal to in his presence without sound but it feels weird this time. like something was missing.

“did good. we can do better.”

it was almost impossible for him to not be a dick… granted, his just made me feel amazing.

“we can?”

he walks over to the end table he sat down his recommendation for me, picking up and delivering it back to me. “of course, when you drop this off. we can try a mirror next time so you can see how well you listen to me.”