#cdad au

Sorry it’s been a hot sec since I did one of these. My writing has slowed to a crawl, unfortunately. But hopefully there will be more chapters posted on a few of my stories soon! Until then, enjoy an excerpt from a sex scene coming up in my CDAD fanfic!

“My hands go under her shirt and she moans into my mouth. Her tongue skims my bottom lip and she pushes me down to lay down on my bed. My stomach flips at the movement and my breath quickens as she does. I feel her clutch my shirt a little harder. God I want her to just-

My thought is interrupted when she grabs my wrists, takes my hands off of her waist and pins them up above my head. I clench at her assertiveness and my legs tighten around her hips. Despite not typically being very vocal, I can’t stop a sigh that’s bordering on a moan from leaving my lips. Fuck this woman is going to kill me.

At the sound, Hayden drives her hips into me and her mouth moves to my neck and if my underwear weren’t wet before, they sure as hell are now. I grind against her, silently begging for just the slightest amount of relief.

She moans against my skin. The familiar sound hits me at my core and I fight against her grip slightly.

She suddenly pulls back at my movement and looks me in the eye. 

“Too much?” she asks, releasing my hands as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Not enough,” I murmur into her lips as I pull her back onto me.

She moans again, louder this time. I clutch her back as I move my hands down to the hem of her shirt. We’re alone. My stomach explodes with desire as I drag my fingers along her bare skin, lifting her shirt up as my hands travel back up to her torso. I can feel her shoulder blades poke out against her soft skin and my breath increases. 

Her body is so smooth and soft. Her touch, even though I can tell she’s trying to be more forceful, is gentle. I’m overcome with emotion and before I can stop myself, Hayden’s shirt is on the floor. Before she even has a chance to lay back down on top of me, my shirt has joined it.

When her stomach meets mine, all of my breath is forced out of my lungs. Fuck, this is hot. SHE’S hot. I roll us over so I can straddle her and look into her gray eyes as my hands find her bra clasp. 

Her face is red. SO red. I completely freeze.

“Are you okay?” I ask, sitting up to give her space. 

“I’m just…. Holy fuck. Um…. I… I can’t think right now,” she says, blinking several times and shaking her head.

“We can st-”

“I woke up with a start, looking around as I sat up. Peeta still wasn’t there. My chest ached a little. I took a deep breath and put my boots on, grabbing my pack and walking out of my room. A dull pain sat easily in my chest. Today was going to be a rough day.

“Katniss!” a deep voice reached me as I was going to breakfast. 

“Hey, Blake,” I greeted. Casey and Echo were next to him, so I hoped he didn’t want to talk for too long. She still annoyed me, always reading more into my words than anyone else. I didn’t think that Genevieve had told my secret to anyone, even her, but she probably didn’t even need to.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked as we walked.

“Um, just fixing up more of those houses. Unless you need me to hunt again today?”

“No, we have plenty of meat. I heard you’ve been going out a lot alone,” he continued.

“I hunt better alone.”

“If you’re going out alone, you should have some training. I just want to make sure you’re safe while you’re out there,” he said, his voice strained. I

t must have gotten out just how bad at fighting I was. I sighed. “So…. You want me to learn how to fight?”

Blake’s head bobbed from side to side. “Genevieve offered to give you some lessons.”

“She’s a great teacher,” Echo added. “Plus, she’s already seen you fight so she knows what needs work.”

“She’s already fought me,” I said bitterly.

“She’s fought a lot of people. Genevieve’s temper can be a little hot,” Casey answered. I tried not to roll my eyes. I’d found that Casey really only saw the good in people, which was adorable, but how had she not died already?

When we got to the dining area, I was relieved to see Mal. I took the seat next to her after I got my food. Mal looked over after I plopped down, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“I have to fight.”

“Huh?”

“Blake is making me train to fight.”

“I mean, that does sound like a good idea. I honestly don’t know how you’ve made it this long without being a better fighter.”

I groaned.

“Hey, I’ll go with you. I have some off time today, we’ll make it fun,” she offered.

“How can fighting be fun? I hate fighting,” I grumbled.

“Well, it’ll be a better time than an actual fight, so that’s something,” she said. “And an actual fight would go way better if you trained.”

“What does ‘fuck’ mean?” I asked after what felt like a few hours. I had to clear my throat to get my vocal chords working again. Now that she knew my secret, I felt more comfortable to finally ask. 

“What?” Genevieve asked, pausing to look at me again before continuing, seeing that I was serious.

“I’ve heard you use that word a lot. But I’ve never heard it before. You use it in a lot of different contexts, so I can’t figure it out,” I explained.  “Fuck off, fuck you, fucking.”

“It… It’s a swear word,” Genevieve started awkwardly, as if she didn’t know what to say. “It’s used for emphasis, but also normally means, like, to……. do it.”

“Do what?” I asked casually, not sure why she was being so awkward.

“You know…. It.”

I cast her a side glance, having no idea what she was talking about. Dawn was breaking, so I could see her giving me a look that was mostly awkward, but also slightly amused.

She sighed when she realized I wouldn’t get it. “Sex.” 

“I trip over a crack in the sidewalk and almost faceplant, but luckily Genevieve grabs onto me and keeps me upright. “Easy there. You okay?” she asks as we keep walking.

“Yeah. Sorry, I just… I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“I feel you there. Well, my friend lives off that way. Thanks so much for walking with me! I’ll text you to see when we can hang out,” she says, pointing off to the right and stepping in that direction.

“Oh. Right. Well, have a good one,” I reply, waving her off.

She gives a brief wave back before turning and walking off. I try not to stare, but it’s hard to tear my eyes away and I find myself looking after her for a little too long. My foot finds a curb and without my friend here to stop me I fall forward.