Chapter One: District 2

When Johanna moved to District 2, she didn't expect to be working so closely with a familiar face. She tried returning to her home in District 7. She had always prided herself on being self-sufficient and something of a loner, but after the last year, she needed something to keep her distracted. She needed to keep moving. The war was harsh on District 7 and it really didn't offer many distractions. A few hundred people had been shipped in to restart the lumber business for rebuilding, but all the lumber was being shipped out to more valuable or more populated districts. When Dr. Aurelius called, she usually didn't answer, but finally she couldn't take it. Ripping the phone from the wall, she growled into the speaker, "You really want to help me? Find me something to do so I don't hang myself." A few days later, Dr. Aurelius called with a job offer in District 2, and that is how Johanna found herself working and living right next to Gale Hawthorne.

They often walked home together. Actually, it would be hard not to. Her small but sufficient government housing was right next to his, and they got off at the same time. Eventually they started eating dinner together, since neither of them personally knew many of the inhabitants of District 2. Johanna enjoyed his company. He was surly and moody most of the time, but he was also funny, and hell, if she was being honest, not too bad to look at.

One night at his place, when they had finished eating, she made a snap decision to kiss him. The dish he had been taking to the kitchen fell to the floor with a clang, and his hands grabbed her by the waist and drug her into his chest. She ran her hands up and down is muscled back. She couldn't help but appreciate the broadness of his shoulders and the stubble on his jaw. She liked her men to be, well, manly.

Gale pushed her against the wall and brought his hands roughly to her breasts. She appreciates a little roughness more than most girls, but dear God, they are attached. Suddenly a thought passed through Johanna's mind.

"Hold on there, Gorgeous," Johanna said putting her hands on his chest.

"What?" he groaned in response.

"Have you… are you a virgin?" At her question, he blushed furiously. She was suddenly aware of their age difference. Although his body was that of a man's, he was still young, barely out of boyhood.

"No," he said defensively crossing his arms. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Fine, I am technically, but I haven't ever really had time for much of this kind of thing what with keeping my family alive then trying to win a rebellion." She smiled which seemed to irritate him. "And, it's not like I am completely inexperienced. The girls at school couldn't get enough of me."

Surveying his body Johanna had to agree, "I am sure they couldn't." Although she wouldn't hold it against him if he had, she couldn't help but feel a little happy that Katniss had been too much of a prude to do anything more than kiss him. Now, he was hers to teach. Johanna had to hold in a laugh when she recalled a recent phone conversation with Katniss.

Johanna spoke with her about once a week. A few days ago, Katniss called and in passing mentioned that she and Peeta were living together. Just to give her a hard time Johanna, said "So, you two are finally doing it. Thank God. The poor boy deserves something." Katniss's silence confirmed what Johanna assumed. It took about half an hour a wheedling and arguing to get her to admit it. Johanna could almost feel her blushing through the phone. When their phone call was coming to an end, Johanna couldn't help getting in one last jab. "Make sure when you're going down on him, you play with his boys. Guys love it." All Johanna got in response was a dial tone.

Johanna pulled her thoughts back to the present and the situation at hand. So, Gale was a virgin. Well, it was about time somebody fixed that. She reached her hand forward and palmed his crotch though his jeans. He let out a slightly strangled sound. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle," she whispered.

With her free hand, she grabbed at the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. She turned them around, pushing him up against the wall this time. She nipped his neck sometimes baring her teeth. She began unbuttoning his shirt biting and licking her way down his torso. She kneeled in front of him. She pulled him forward slightly by the loops on his pants. She could see the outline of his erection though the fabric. She glanced up at him grinning.

He stared down at her his breathing heavy. His grey eyes were almost black with desire. She liked controlling him like this. He was more than twice her size, but in this moment, she easily overpowered him. She undid the button on his pants and very slowly slid down the zipper. She pushed them down his legs and then slipped her fingers under the elastic of his underwear. She was pretty sure he had stopped breathing.

When she pulled down the fabric, his erection sprung forward. She gripped him and began to stoke him, gently at first but then picking up speed and pressure. She could feel him staring at her as she continued her ministrations. She glanced back up at him with her brown eyes then leaned forward bringing, her mouth to him.

First, she licked him from base to tip and swirled her tongue around the head. She then took as much of him in her mouth as she could handle. She compensated for the rest of his length with her hand. She felt the vibrations of his moans radiating through his body as his hands tangled in her hair. She moved her head up and down, varying pressure and occasionally reaching down to cup and massage him.

When, with a sharp gasp, Johanna felt him twitch in her mouth. She squeezed the base of his erection to keep him from finishing and removed her mouth from him. He practically slammed the back of his head into the wall as he let out a dissatisfied groan. She stood and said in his ear, her breath tickling him, "I'm not finished with you yet."

Johanna grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. He followed obediently leaving his discarded clothes in the dining room. She pushed him onto the bed then stood before him. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, under which she was braless. Johanna never had much patience or use for bras. When all the buttons were undone, she turned her back to him just to tease. She let the fabric slip down her shoulders then to the floor entirely. She then began seductively working her pants down her hips. Her pants and underwear dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

Johanna glanced at him over her shoulder and smiled. She then turned to reveal herself and he gulped. She swiftly moved across the room and crawled onto the bed pushing him down onto his back. She straddled him. Sitting back on her heels, she took both of Gale's hands in hers and moved them to her breasts; she manipulated his fingers to massage herself gently. "See? Like this," she breathed.

Gale nodded. He sat up keeping Johanna in his lap. She took one of his hands and moved it to the apex of her legs. She pushed his index finger onto her tangled bunch of nerves. "Rub me," she managed to choke out. It had been much too long since a man touched her. She let her head fall back as she enjoyed the sensation. She sensed Gale leaning forward and she gasped when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, and before she could completely register what was happening, he slipped a finger inside her. She couldn't stop the explicative that escaped her lips.

When she opened her eyes, she saw his cocky grin. So, he wasn't completely inexperienced. He must have just never had a girl with the gall to tell him to slow down. Johanna relaxed letting Gale explore her body. When he arranged his hand so that his fingers pumped in and out of her but his thumb rubbed her slightly higher up, she gave herself over completely and soon her body was shaking as familiar waves of pleasure ran through her.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew a few tricks?" she said when her breathing slowed.

"I thought it would be better to show you," he smirked. God, he was sexy. Johanna pushed him back down on the bed and straddled him again. His hips moved to her thighs. Johanna reached between them and positioned his erection. When she looked back down at him, his cocky expression was gone replaced by one of awe and maybe admiration. Johanna smiled as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Once she was about half way down, he thrust up fully into her. She slammed her hands onto his chest, pushing him back into the mattress. She shook her head no. She was still in control. She began to move up and down on him at an achingly slow pace. He began to squirm beneath her.

After Johanna felt fully satisfied that she had tortured him enough, she laid her torso down onto his. His hands gripped her ass. She bore down on him so he could thrust up into her at his own dizzying pace. At this angle, he was hitting the most perfect spot inside her, and his pelvis stimulated her clitoris when his body came up to meet her. She buried her face in his neck. She knew at this pace and it being his first time, he wouldn't last long at all, and she was right. In moments, he grunted something that sounded close to her name and stilled himself inside her.

She rose up slightly and kissed him before rolling away. They lay shoulder to shoulder on the damp sheets until Gale rolled to his side, bending his elbow to prop himself up. "You can stay here tonight. You know, if you want to," he offered.

Johanna frowned slightly. She had not planned on staying the night. She was just waiting until she felt like putting her clothes back on. She considered Gale. His age was showing again in his hopeful expression. Although she didn't necessarily want to stay, she also didn't want to go, and she couldn't bring herself to say no.

"Alright," she whispered. She rolled away from him expecting to be left alone, but his strong arm snaked its way around her waist and pulled her body into his. At first, she was a little stunned. She had never been into spooning or cuddling. In the past, she just pulled her clothes on after her sweaty skin dried and returned to her own bed, alone. As she felt his breathing slow and sleep began to creep into the edges of her mind, she decided maybe this wasn't so bad. In fact, it was quite… nice.