I run a bath instead of a shower: standing seems like too much effort. The water is hotter than I can stand, which feels appropriate considering the circumstances. Sometimes heat helps you escape, and god knows I could stand to forget things, even if only for a little while. I lie back, curl up in the water. I no longer control my hands; they flit around the tub at their own free will. One finds my clit, and I think, what the hell? I've never done this before, but I've heard it's good release. Plus, I've got nothing to lose.

I let my fingers dive deeper, exploring my own folds. This is fucking weird. It feels pretty great, though. My thumb remains at my clit, flicking intermittently. I sigh- I think I'm about to come. It's that quick? I up the intensity of my motions, prepare to ride it out. I'm interrupted by a honey and pine needle voice gasping out a ho-ly shit.

Right. Johanna. Yikes.

I retract my hand immediately, look at her sheepishly. Surely she indulges in stuff like this: there are worse people to be caught by. Like Plutarch. Or Effie. Wait, where did that thought come from? I haven't seen Effie since before my second games. It's best to leave that musing unexplored, though, and focus on the problem at hand.

"The girl on fire, coming undone. Huh." Johanna is grinning, although she seems uncomfortable being so close to water.

I open my mouth to say something- I don't know what it would've been, I hadn't yet worked anything out- when she holds a finger up. "Come on, Mockingjay. I'll show you how to do it right."

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We're each propped up on our respective beds; no way in hell Johanna would let my lesson take place near liquid.

"Okay, so. Watch this."

She takes a finger, swirls it around her own clit. Closes her eyes, lets out a moan. It's for show- for my benefit.

She opens one eye, regards me curiously. "You try."

I'm still wet from the bath, but more so from other things. It dawns on me how turned on I am, how ridiculous this is. I imitate her hands, am surprised when I gasp out loud. Maybe her screams weren't just theater.

"Now like this." She rocks against a single finger; I do the same. It's a shame that it's my own: hers looks more talented. Wait. Did you just admit you want to fuck Johanna Mason? What the fuck is going on?

We both up it to two fingers, lose ourselves.

"Hey, brainless. Do me a favor; say my name when you get there, okay? It'd help me out a lot."

So I do: I fall apart with her name on my lips, collapse on the bed with a groan. She's not far behind. We lie parallel to each other, breathing heavily, fully realizing the implications of what we've just done.

"You know, you're not such a bad student. Take a ten minute break, and then we'll move on to the next topic: how to fuck another woman."