Author's Note: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Wherever you are, celebrates or not, I hope you're happy and stays healthy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own HG.

SLEEPING WITH MY (NOT SO) ENEMY (ANYMORE)

When the mission was over, I found the attack team celebrating our victory by burning the mutts dead bodies in the bonfire, and a party held that ground zero. Mostly arranged by the alpha, of course. But, while everyone is partying or busy outside, I hid myself in a house. In a bed room. On a crashed bed.

I don't know what to think. I only know that I'm worried about someone and hoping that Smith's jet is ready to take me back to the capitol. When I asked him half an hour earlier, he said that it'll be ready in 30 minutes, so it's almost time for me to leave and check again.

"They're looking for you," Peeta's voice startled me. I looked up to the door and found him standing there.

"Really?" I asked stupidly.

"They called you a hero," Peeta laughed and sat next to me.

Well, the real hero is not here, I thought to myself and kept silent. "You know that I'm not into partying in the middle of a blood pool, right?"

He chuckled. "What is it?" he asked softly as he stared at me and removed the fringe from my face.

It's odd. It's really, odd. I was in love with this man for several years. And I don't know if I still love him anymore, or do I have a change of heart to a person that used to be my enemy, who stays with me for only several months and hurt my pride more than Peeta's love for me. It took so long to forget Peeta, but why does it take so short to accept Cato?

Was it because he's so gorgeous? Is it that simple? No… I guess it's more than that, because since we're enemies I did notice that he's so good looking but his brutal act and his cocky attitude had made him ugly in my eyes, I think that it's because I have found a different side of him that surprised me, he also opened his heart for me and that's… beautiful… His heart is beautiful…

I lifted my head to Peeta and found him staring at me deeply. "Kiss me," I asked.

He blinked and without any hesitation he leaned into me. He doesn't show any surprised at my order, did he expect this to happen? Okay, whatever the answer is, it doesn't matter. I just have to empty my mind when our lips meet.

It's been so long since I feel his touch, since I feel his lips touching mine. This is something I longed for when he was still with Jasmine, or even until my wedding night, or probably until months ago. But now… as he circled his arms on my body, as he pressed me further into the bed until I lay in my back, as his tongue and mine battle for dominance, as he moaned and as we have to catch our breath…

I feel nothing.

"Kat," Peeta looked at me confusedly after I suddenly pushed him away. He looked flushed and out of breath, while Im probably the calmer version of him.

I touched my lips softly and feel it. "I'm sorry I did that," I said after I putted my hand down.

He scoffed. "That's okay. We're together again now," and cupped my face happily.

I just stared at him for a few second. "No, Peeta we're not," and finally shook my head.

His smile disappeared, and I think he wanted to ask if I'm kidding or not, but then he noticed my deep look and he knew that I'm always serious and would never joke about something like that. "But you just-" he protested.

"Sorry, I kind of use you to test my feelings," I stand up and his hands automatically fell off from my face. "Uh, I gotta go now," then I go to the door without looking back at him.

XXX

I could see medic team around me. I know that they are speaking, I can see it from how they mouth moved. But all I can see is Katniss and lover boy. It keeps repeating in my mind, like a broken record. I saw her running in the hospital hallways, extremely worried and insistent that they have to take her blood, now she even left me behind. Then I looked at her sleeping figure beside lover boy's bed, waiting for him to open his eyes. And then, lover boy was finally waking up, with the rescue team he rescued her in the battle field. He broke our hand contact, the only remaining bond I have with her at that time. She looked really happy when she noticed that it' was him, she even cupped his cheeks with her hands, her eyes teary, and she smiled from ear to ear. She never did that to me…

Why should this kind of things happen to me? I feel like a beggar. I beg her to notice my feelings and she gives none. And that lover boy, he really is a jerk, why does he always get in the way?

Well, at least Katniss is happy. And probably, lover boy learned from his mistake, so both of them could be really happy together. Probably, I'm the one who is a serious burden here? Should I give up? Should I give her up for someone else? I always end up hurting her anyway. But if only she gives me a real chance, I swear I'll love her right!

God… Give me a sign tonight… Any sign. Because I can't take it anymore. I don't want to be a wall between her and her happiness. If somehow, you show me tonight that she has feelings for me too, I swear I'll tell her my feelings and I swear I'll take the chance to win her heart.

God, I love her.

"Captain, your superior sent you a jet to bring you back there. Everyone's held a party for the victory," a nurse told me when I finally heal.

I stare at her for a few second and finally put my clean shirt back on. "Just tell him I'm sorry, I can't come. I'm still feeling unwell," I told the nurse.

"Oh, do you want a recheck up then?" the nurse observed me in surprise.

"No, it's not like that, umm," I scoffed. "I just need a time to sleep," then I lifted my back pack on my shoulder.

"I see," she nodded in understanding. I smiled at her and finally left the hospital.

In my journey back to my apartment, I can't help but laugh and smile to myself. I even shed a tear because… this is God's answer. Katniss couldn't be at home. She doesn't like partying but she wouldn't leave the party, she mustn't, because everyone would be looking for her as one of the war heroes. That means, she wouldn't be in Capitol tonight and I'll lose my chance with her. Even if I go there I wouldn't find her because she's probably busy making love to lover boy and finally get together. Fuck!

…

…..

….

It's time for you to get lost from her world Cato. Just pack the rest of your things and get out.

"Excuse me," I stopped at the receptionist table.

"Yes sir, can I help you?" he smiled at me.

"Could I use the spare key? My wife and I, we went separate ways earlier and I guess I'm here first…" I explained.

Suddenly, the man laughed. "Don't worry sir, she already up. I met her when she came," he said. "Rough mission, heh?" he then joked around and I could only assume he said that because he saw how Katniss looked really awful in her battered clothes.

"Yeah…" I mumbled. "Is she really here?" I asked again because I can't believe it.

"Unless she had wings and flew out from your window. I'm here all the time and I haven't seen her pass the main door," the man joked again.

"Thank you," I said to him uncertainly and ran to the elevator, can't wait to reach our room.

God, is this your sign?

The lamps are on when I finally reach our room, and I watch in relief when I saw Katniss battered pack is on the floor on the living room. I used to scold her for that behavior, she even forgets to lock the door, but now I know she's really here. Steadying my breath as I lock the door, I start to walk to our bed room. She's probably sleeping there, exhausted.

But then I heard a bumped sound. "Awww… damn…" and her curse came from the bathroom. That room's light is lit.

"What in the world?" I raised my brow as I enter the room and found her sitting on the tiles floor. She looked upset, and for a second, her wet-body-wrapped-with-towel-only view is distracting me, then I realized that her skin is already clean from any dirt, but still red from scar and blue from bruised.

"I tripped," she talked and I almost jump from my boots. I looked down at her and she looked up at me, her eyes met mine, and she looked really fragile. Instinctively, I bowed down and carried her bridal style to the couch outside. "Thank you," her face turned a bit red but she doesn't protest. After that I came back to the bathroom and retrieved her medicine from the cabinet below the closet. "I can do it myself," she said when I walked out and approached her.

"Shut up," I mocked as I sat next to her and opened the ointment. She shut her mouth though. "You're not at the party?" I asked softer as I carefully reached her shoulder and turned her back to face me.

"You're not there, so… what's the point," she answered with her small voice. I feel my heart start racing. What kind of statement is that? Did she miss me? Or because I'm the party animal so it's not going to be a party without me? "I see you're already fine, just the bruise," she looked back a bit and smiled at me as I trace her bruises and scar on her expose skin with the ointment.

"You know me," I smiled back, pretend that her ambiguous gesture doesn't hurt at all. If I guess it the wrong way I'll end up hurting myself all over again, and her too. "Are you okay if I move out?" I finally decide to ask. She got her lover boy back anyway, so if she said yes, it's as crystal clear that they together now and that she doesn't want me here.

"Why?" she raised her brow. Is that a yes, or a no?

"You obviously doing well without me," I reasoned.

She gave it a thought for a second. "Do what you think is right, I'm fine with it," and finally decided. Ouch. "Thanks, Cato, for protecting me," she looked back again and stared at me seriously.

"It's fine, I wanted all the fun anyway," I scoffed. Yes Cato, pretend that it isn't painful at all, just smile, scoff, chuckle, anything but cry…

"Figures," and she laughed. The scar and bruises begin to close and I can't help but admire the complexion of her skin. "You're right, this was a joke to begin with," she said sadly and looked forward.

"At least your mom already saw you married, right? And you got your Peeta back. You could tell your families that I cheated or something," I joked again.

"It's about time you stop that," she looked back again, annoyed.

"But it's the truth," I lifted my shoulders and smirked.

"Here," she caught me off guard when she suddenly turn her whole body towards me and cupped my face. Damn her soft skin touching mine, damn the damp hair on her face and shoulder. "I know you're mad at me because I'm so weak and not like you who is easily revived after one problem to another," she said softly while I'm just sit there and hold the ointment like an idiot. "I kissed Peeta, when the battle was over. I don't know why, I guess I just want to make sure of my feelings," she explained confusedly and took her hands off me.

"Cool," her cold skin leaves mine changed to hot. I want to punch something but I really have to hold it in. Damn you Katniss, this is too much! You don't have to pour me the details!

"Cato," she called.

"What!?" I growled and glared at her.

To my surprise, she still looks really confused. "I felt nothing," she finally said, which in my ears sounds like a dirty confession, like she felt guilty to lover boy or something. "He practically consumed my lips, but… the feelings I got are so flat. I don't even have butterflies in my stomach, hell-I even tried so hard to kiss him back and get myself turn on, but nothing is working," she told me all the details, and the effect is different from the last. It leaves me froze. "Weird, huh?" she chuckled. "So, later if you want to put a joke on me, you may say that I'm a loser since I just lost everything. My family happiness for my marriage, my jerk ex, my dignity," her tone changed into serious once again. Then she lifted her eyes "And you. That's the hardest part, but I guess you don't want to hear it anymore, do you? Youre fed up?" then she admitted softly, looking both shy and really sad.

I don't know what to think or say. We're just sitting there quietly for a few seconds. The only thing that popped in my head is the scar on her right shoulder. "Stay still," softly, I turned her body again so her back is facing me. She doesn't say anything or oppose and just does as I say.

Carefully, I took a bit of the ointment with my index finger and cover the scar on her still damp skin. After that I caress her shoulder as I watch the scar close and the redness disappear. I took a deep breath and leaned down to kiss it tenderly. She moved a bit, shivered, I guess.

"Cato?" she called when I didn't move at all. "Cato…" and again when I'm trailing her neck with butterfly kisses. Her skin is really refreshing, and it's like giving me some powers to continue. "What are you doing?" she's about to look back but I hugged her first from behind, tightly and lovingly.

"Is it plain?" I sighed hard as I putted my head on the crook of her shoulder. My head keeps screaming for her to she realize! Dude, she finally realizes! "Can't you see, Fire Girl, you burn me from day one? And I'm desperately trying to make you realize…" I chuckled and looked up at her who stared at me confusedly. Her cheeks are red, her mouth opened in a gap, and I can feel her heart beating fast. "That I have gotten myself into you, completely on fire. I'm not lying when I said that sentence when we're on bed on that night, that trip to our honey moon, and the bonus kiss, it's just another way to show my affection to you," I smiled at her. Her eyes widen in surprise and I took a risk to raise my head and close the distant between us. I kissed her deeply. She sighed and closed her eyes, and kissed me back. I pulled away. Her teary gray orbs meet mine. "Now, can you feel butterflies in your tummy? Does it explain? Do you have to force yourself?" I asked jokingly.

She blinked. "Yes to the first, no to the second," and crooked a very happy smile.

QQQ

It's like a dream of a dream. I don't have to be afraid anymore because now I know that I'm feeling the right feeling, and the most important and happiest thing is, he feels the same way about me. Since when, or will he betray me like Peeta… Those kinds of questions are floating in my mind. But now, I'm just trying to enjoy the moment. We were just admitted our feelings and get together- and not just together exactly, I mean, we were enemies and hated each other for about four years.

He grinned at my reply and raised his head again to kiss me softly which I gladly return. He broke the contact after some time and just staring at me. Those blue eyes are really hypnotizing me… In a good way. Before I realize, my right hand rose to touch his cheek and forced hid head up again to kiss me, this time, passionately.

I sighed when he suddenly licks my lip, demands for entrance, and since I'm still too overwhelm, he force in with his tongue and heated the kiss. I sucked his tongue playfully and he moaned, unconsciously straighten his body so he gets a better position to kiss me. His voice is driving me crazy, I want to hear it again. Meanwhile, my skin is burning under his touch, his right hand is across my chest and squeezing my left shoulder, while his left is rubbing my neck.

I'm getting hungry and hungrier. It's nice to know that I don't have to hold back anymore. Swiftly, I turn around and change my position so we are face to face. Cato watches me in awe as I spread my legs around him and sit on his lap. He quickly pulled me again in a fiery kiss. I'm more than eager to return it, my hands moved from his shoulder into his blonde hair, raking it softly and roughly, I keep my rhythm.

Peeta always said that I'm too much for him, and that's good for him, he said that, because he always satisfied. But what about me? I'm always on top, sucking his dick as he told me to while he's too disgust to just licking my clit. I can't say that I'm satisfied, or even enjoyed it enough.

Wait, why did I'm thinking about Peeta and I making love? Is it because Cato lead me there? Or I lead him there? I think I'm about to make comparison about them, how could I'd be so stupid!?

Suddenly, I feel a cold breeze on my back, and both Cato and I are pulled ourselves from each other to comprehend what did just happened. I looked down and found my white towel rest softly around my hip and thigh and none covering my torso, I looked up and found Cato trailing my body with his piercing blue eyes that covered with such raw passion, that it becomes really sexy and I almost explode by just looking at him.

He glanced at me naughtily and run his hand on my upper arm and shoulder while I shivered and feel really shy until I covered my breast with my arms reflexively. "Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?" he asked. "Do you know why I always kissed your bare shoulder instinctively?" and added as he bite his lips mockingly. My God, does he have to teased me?

"Well, now I know," I raised a brow and attack him. I mean I leaned front, grabbed his tees and pulled it roughly above his head. I thought he'll protest or something but he's just laughing and I heard a small growl escaped his mouth as he pulled me to him and crushed his body to mine. I really like his voice, usually he sound arrogant, rough, and naughty, but now when he shows his affection towards me, his voice turns into deep soft, soothing and passionate.

I don't even notice that I held my breath when his abs and his muscular chest touched my bare skin, practically grinned our body together. I can feel something moving on his lower area as it brushed against mine. I bit and suck on his neck and he groaned in response. He hugged my back, the crook of my knees, and brings me up with him, leaving my towel behind and me, completely naked. We make out again as he make our way to the bedroom.

He putted me softly on the bed. I watched in wonder in how swiftly he took off his boots and crawled to me again. I flipped him again and climbed again into his lap, and kiss him just ardently, nibble on his lower lip. He moaned, and I felt something moved under his pants, again, and it becomes hard. Oh he's turn on alright. His kisses moves south to my neck, my shoulder, then he buried his face on the valley of my breast while his hands cups them gently. I sighed as he exhaled deeply, filling his nose with my scent.

"You smell really nice," he whispered, half dreaming I guess. Then before I could comprehend and response, he licked, sucked, and plays with my nipples, both with his mouth and his hand.

"Cato," I called his name desperately. It's been so long since I've been in a sexual intercourse, and this time with someone new.

He growled, tackled me playfully until I lay on my back, and before I realized, one of his hands moves further down and massages my clit. I bit my lip as I feel the sensation, I even clasp my thigh before I realize it because it's just too much to bear, I want to scream! He's just easily push my thighs open again, and after he's satisfy in teasing me, he put a finger in, and that is when I almost lost my grip. His eyes stare at me wildly from my chest, and his head move to mine again as he lick my skin on his way. His tongue feels so damn nice and intoxicating. "Don't hold back," he said naughtily and bites my cheek. Damn, that devilish smirk is irresistible!

"Ah.." I finally gasped and gave up when he shove another finger into me and play scissors. He moaned in pleasure even though I did nothing.

"Not fair," I said as I held his back and grip tightly. He's so good at this. How could he's being so good? It's just fingers!

"Really?" he buried his face on my neck and suck roughly, his voice is low and raspy. I can smell his scent clearly.

"You still have your pants on," I pulled his hand out by my feet, which makes him stun. He probably wonders about how could i did it, which I just realized that I could, I never did something like that before. Then I undo his belt, throw it somewhere, pulled down his zipper, and kicked his pants off.

He laughed in admirable, pinned my hands on the bed so I can't move, and take off the rest of the pants himself, by kicking them too. "You're always surprising," he smiled, and I blushed. His tone is soft and gentle, making me surprise. "Just say the word, if you want me to stop," and suddenly his face look more serious, even though his lusty eyes can't lie. "After this, I want you soft and rough," he whispered the rest dangerously.

I reached up to him, bite his ear and nibble it as he cling into me and poured me with his heavy breath and purr of enjoyment. "Just do the drill," I looked at his face and smiled.

His eyes lighten more, and he released me. He stands tall, and without a doubt, pulled down his boxer. Showing his perfect package, all gold and glory, and already wet. "What? Never see something so big before?" he teased when he realized that I eyed him in awe.

"Shut up," I blushed again shyly and looked away.

"My, my, Firegirl," he chuckled, back to the bed again and hovering on me. "Hey, look at me," then he cups my cheek gently and said tenderly. I looked at him back and as my eyes met his, I know that he loves me, just briefly, before thirst filling them again and he start entering me.

I moaned hard and my hands clenched into his back again, he groaned and buries his head on the crook of my neck. It feels so good… No pain… I feel amazing. He feels magnificent. He starts thrusting and I fill with Triumph, satisfaction, desire, all at once. He rocks gently, start slowly, but then I reached his neck and position his face on me, start kissing him hungrily, letting him know that it's okay to go faster.

He caught my signal and increases the rhythm. We breathe harder into each other mouth as we kiss. My feet and my hands are clinging into him tightly, trying to meet his rhythm. And he sends me with more and more jolt of ecstasy. My fingers dig deeply into his skin, that's definitely going to leave a mark, and his hands are gripping my thigh roughly which I'm sure will leave a bruise, but I don't mind, he don't mind. There's this time when he linked his fingers with mine and just smiled at me, his expressions are both wild and caring, and I found myself doing what he's doing too.

After sometimes, I pushing up to meet his thrust, and I reach my climax, and he reach his after mine. After that we held our position and remain silent, just panting heavily. I played with his blonde lock when he pulled out from me. My inner thigh feels wet and slick, and I don't know why but I feel a bit shy from it. He smiled and kiss the top of my head lovingly, something that I never felt before, at least not this strong. I smiled back tenderly and caress his hot cheeks. After that he rolls to my side and collapsed.

I have to give him credit for not just collapsing over me, because I know how tired he is. I'm also still really tired, but we're just figuring things around us, and the tension is… unbearable. So, I think we can afford a round. Well, we have given our self a round.

I initiatively pulled the blanket over our body. He gesture me to come closer, and even though it's strange to see a naked Cato next to me, I obey. In a second, we're cuddling onto each other. I feel so warm, and odd… Because I feel that all this time, this is where I belong to, in his arms.

"Finally," he tighten his hug and whispered sleepily into my still damp hair.

I smiled to myself. "Finally…" and mumbled back as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

So it's possible after all, that enemies could become friends, and lover…

-TBC-

Finally, some lemons for holiday cheer /slapped

I'm so sorry if it sucks, I don't mean it that way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and see you on the next chapter!