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Safe and Sound Illusions	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 4840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Pleasure
You'll be alright no one can hurt you now come morning light you and I'll be safe and sound
I can't help the moan that escapes my lips as Seneca thrusts into me again. I clench around him, pretending that it is Cinna on top of me instead of the son of the Devil. Soon I reach my climax, writhing on the cold floor of the kitchen as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Three more hard thrusts has Seneca spent and panting beside me.
He holds me close to him, both arms around me and his chin resting on top of my head. It's always like this afterwards, like he's trying to protect me from some demon. He stands up and fixes his clothing before pulling me to my feet and helping me straighten my dress. I keep my head lowered as he pours us both a glass of watermelon-flavored liquor.

~/*X*~
As Seneca sleeps, I sneak out and call the one person I love, Cinna. This has been happening for almost a year now and it's gotten worse. My little brother turned nine last week and the bastard wouldn't even let me call Nathaniel to tell him I loved him. Every year he gets closer to age twelve, every year I begin to worry even more about his safety.
Before I can delve any deeper into my worries, my knight in gold eyeliner stops his car and quickly gets out to hug me. He's the only thing here that keeps me sane. We reluctantly break apart so we can get in the car and go back to his little house. "Did he do this to you," Cinna asks, gently running his fingertips over a dark blue bruise on my cheek.
"Only because I dumped my food in his lap." I smirk up at Cinna, wrapping my arms around his neck. I could easily get lost in his hypnotic green eyes. He can't help but let out a small chuckle as he looks down at me.
I stand on the tips of my toes and place a slow and heated kiss on his soft lips. Soon we're both on his large bed, both of us tearing at the other's clothes. He stops me before we can go any further, tracing my jaw line with a single finger—this makes me shiver as I try to catch my breath. I look up at him, eyes filled with hurt and questions.
"I love you," he says so softly I almost didn't hear it. "I love you and I hate to see you getting hurt at the hands of that monster." A couple of tears stain my flushed cheeks, quickly being wiped away by Cinna. "Valyria…." He trails off, shaking his head. "….How cam you stand to be touched after what he's done?"
"Because," I say, my pale hand resting on his cheek," I don't plan on letting Seneca keep me from doing what I want with the man I love." Cinna slowly leans down and begins to kiss me again, murmuring about how much he loves me. He kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of fire. Groaning, I tangle my fingers in his brown hair, so different than Crane's own dark hair.
Cinna's mouth clamps down on my aching nipple, making me pull his head closer to me—arching against him. "Ah," I exclaim, wanting him inside me. "Cinna!" A god, that's what he has to be to cause me such pleasure.
I grip his hard member with one of my hands, the other still in his hair. Cinna lets out a quiet groan of approval, his hips bucking in time with my hand. "Val," he gasps out. "Not. Gonna. Last."
"I guide him to my entrance, begging him to continue. He locks his green eyes with my own hazel ones, slowly pushing inside me. With Cinna, sex is slower than I've grown accustomed to, filled with love. "Cin," I moan, hips rising to meet him thrust for thrust.
This is what it's supposed to be like—making love, not all out fucking. I roll us so that I'm on top and begin to ride Cinna, throwing my head back as a loud moan escapes. One of his hands holds onto my hip, the other fondles my left breast. He's an expert, loving and kind—he knows exactly what it is that I need. I let out moan after moan as the pressure builds before I explode with pleasure.
That night I fall asleep in the arms of the love of my life.

~/*X*~
Worry doesn't begin to describe what I feel right now. Fear. Excitement. Mostly fear, though, fear that I really am pregnant, that it's Seneca's child. Maybe I haven't had my period because I'm stressed. Yeah, yeah, that has to be it!
The door to Seneca's apartment opens to reveal Seneca and Cinna. Seeing the latter shocks me, he hides his true feelings of his current employer well. "What's going on," I as, fidgeting with the hem of my top. Seneca's smile is sickly sweet. Oh boy, that means I'm not going to like whatever is running through his twisted mind.
Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire
"My old friend Cinna will be designing your wedding dress, isn't that great, darling?" He knows—he must know I'm pregnant! I lower my gaze so I don't have to look at the two men. This is all wrong; I should be marrying the man I love, the man that cares about me. I should be marrying Cinna!
I can easily see why Seneca picked Cinna to design my dress, he's become famous because of the design he used for District Twelve's star-crossed lovers, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. The synthetic fire he and Portia came up with is extremely popular in the Capitol. I run a hand through my white-blonde hair as Seneca rubs my shoulders "lovingly." It feels more possessive and the looks he sends in Cinna's direction makes my stomach do flips.

~/*X*~
I'm definitely pregnant because I have a bump instead of a flat, toned stomach. Tears flow down my cheeks as I rest the palms of my hands on my rounding belly. Who is the father? That question haunts me day and night.
Thankfully, my 'fiancé' has been busy with the Games and doesn't pay me much attention. Cinna, though, he notices every little change that happens to me—the one that upsets him the most lately is the lavender colored contacts I'm forced to wear. He's excited about my pregnancy. He hopes that the child will be happy no matter who the father is.
The door to the penthouse opens and shuts, then Seneca is pulling me towards the bedroom. His motions aren't all over the place tonight, there's no taste of watermelon when he forces his tongue down my throat. This means only one thing. Seneca Crane is sober, he'll notice things.
He kisses along my jaw and down my neck, pausing for a minute and pulling away, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "what is that," he asks in an angry tone, tracing a spot on my neck. I'm confused until I remember that last night Cinna marked me by accident.
"You did that last night," I lie. If he wasn't sober he might have believed it, but he is and can spot a lie easily. One of his large hands grab my throat, pinning me to the bed.
"While I'm working to support you, you go and whore yourself out?" He backhands me. "From now on you will stay in this house unless I order otherwise, understand?" I nod, both of my hands prying at the one holding my neck.
He lets me go and resumes kissing me. The violence seems to have aroused him even more now than he was earlier! Seneca thrusts into me roughly. "Jesus, you're so tight," he groans, thrusting harder and faster.
Soon he finished and snoring lightly, arms around me. Am I a whore? If I had it my way I'd only have sex with one man, that isn't something a whore would want…is it? I shake my head, letting myself fall into a restless sleep in the arms of a monster.
The war outside our door keeps raging on hold onto the lullaby
(A/N): Yeah, I watched Ghost Rider the other night and I realized Wes Bentley played Blackheart in that movie and thought," Hey, I could put references to his role in Ghost Rider in my Hunger Games fic!"
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