I. Sapphira and Crista

Rated M 

Recommended for Mature Audiences Only

Sapphira Starlett. 20.

11:17 PM

“Are we just not going to talk about yesterday?” Crista’s voice embarrassingly sent shivers down Sapphira’s spine even after over a year of dating, “I’m happy about it,” the girl blushed, “But I’m afraid I made you uncomfortable. You said it yourself it's been,”

“–Three years,” Sapphira cut her off, pacing the floor of her bedroom as her girlfriend sat on her bed, her legs dangling over the edge, “It’s fine Crista. I promise, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why did you seem so angry after?” The girl’s brow furrowed.

Sapphira sighed. After the Games she never thought she’d be able to sleep besides someone, much less fuck them, the images of Summer still fresh in her mind. She could have died so easily that day, and it was just as easy for somebody to kill her the same way, in her most vulnerable state. Anaïs came and left, frustrated by the lack of sex, and Sapphira couldn’t really blame her, but the gentle disposition and patience of Crista Cray somehow slipped though the tiniest cracks in her rock hard exterior. 

And Sapphira let her.

She let Crista speak to her, be subjected to her useless ranting, give her soft kisses as they watched the dog run. Sapphira let Crista love her, as hard as it was for the girl. Sex was a natural progression given the positive direction their relationship was going, but Crista never asked for it. Sapphira could tell she wanted it, yet she never asked for it, and that was more than she could hope for.

“I told myself I wouldn’t feel again,” Sapphira bit her lip at the hard truth, the way she repeatedly reminded herself that she was a monster, the way she didn’t deserve love. It wasn’t like Sapphira loved before the Games, but she certainly wasn’t worthy of it after.

“Feeling is a good thing, no?” The confused look on Crista’s face somehow hurt Sapphira. Crista had killed too, granted it was only three people as opposed to Sapphira’s five, but the girl seemed unaffected.

“It’s a great thing,” Sapphira sat next to her girlfriend, letting her fingers intertwine with hers, something that just sort of happened naturally at this point, “I just don’t think I deserve it, or you, or anything.”

“You deserve everything, Sapphira,” Crista gripped the District One girl’s hand, holding it up to her lips, “I mean it.”

Sapphira tried her best to believe her, “You deserve more.” Sapphira had the tendency to play herself down whenever she was in Crista’s presence, and she wasn’t used to modesty

“You have to stop thinking of yourself like this,” Crista’s kisses had the tendency to shut Sapphira up, “You know you’re the best.” She pulled away knowing Sapphira wanted more. 

 

“Can you tell me again?” Perhaps if Sapphira heard it more, she’d begin to believe it, or worst case scenario she’d get more kisses, a new guilty pleasure of hers.

“You’re the best,” Crista teased, her left index finger on Sapphira’s chin, her body leaned in her direction. Sapphira lifted her lips to kiss her, but Crista simply blew air into her mouth, “I know your motives Ms. Starlett.”

“Do you now, Ms. Cray?” She mimicked her girlfriend's dialect when she spoke her last name, “What are my motives then?”

Sapphira had the tendency to be a bit of a brat around her girlfriend, but it got her what she wanted, even though she rarely knew what that was. It was typically cuddles, movie nights or baths together, but after the previous night, Sapphira’s verbiage had different implications.

She wanted her, as afraid as the girl was of the desire, Sapphira Starlett wanted nothing more than Crista Cray.

“Kissing or cuddles, you can’t trick me anymore,” Crista smiled the same grin that Sapphira was first enchanted by as she watched the girl tie up one of her allies before hacking her axe at him and becoming the Victor of the 27th Hunger Games,  “Which one is it today, if I may ask?”

“The former,” Sapphira pouted, wicked thoughts of the rope Crista killed plaguing her mind before she forced them away, “Is that fine by you?”

“Anything with you is more than fine,” Crista wrapped her hands around Sapphira’s neck pulling her closer, her girlfriend’s lips grazing the tip of her nose, “You’re okay with this, right?”

The care Crista had in asking for consent multiple times before touching Sapphira was one of the many appealing things about her. The District One girl had never felt so cared for, so valued as she felt when she was with Crista. She felt like she was still the star she once believed herself to be, “I’m more than okay with anything you want to do to me Crista.”

“Define anything,” She played coy, letting her thumb trace Sapphira’s jawline, her index finger reaching the back of her neck.

“Anything…” Sapphira whimpered, finally giving into Crista, attempting to kiss her, frowning as she pulled away.

“You need to elaborate Sapphira,” Crista’s tone was stern, “I need to know exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“Whatever we did last night but more,” Sapphira was usually good with articulating her needs but Crista was one of the few people who could render her speechless.

“What do you say?” Sapphira responded with “please” before Crista finished her sentence. 

“Very good,” She tangled her arms in Sapphira’s hair once again, stroking her cheeks with her thumbs before finally giving her the kiss she had been craving.

There was a distinct way in which Crista went about kissing Sapphira, her lips curling as the two pairs collided. She was delicate, almost too much so, but it was the sort of kissing that made Sapphira weak in the knees. The type that made her feel like the most special girl in the whole world, the girl Sapphira once thought she was.

As Crista worked her tongue into the crevices of Sapphira’s mouth, the girl let out an indistinguishable whimper. The girl’s tongue grazed the back of Sapphira’s teeth, gentle enough that it didn’t feel invasive, as Sapphira felt so inclined to place her hands on the back of Crista’s head, tugging hard enough that her presence was known, but not so hard that she hurt the girl. 

Before her period of celibacy, Sapphira was known to be a rough lover, her acrylic nails leaving marks on the backs of her partners, but with Crista, she felt the need to protect her, even if she was the one who needed protecting. The girl’s exterior was just as fragile as Sapphira’s interior, and she didn’t want to cause any pain as the thought of Crista being upset because of something she did was too terrible to even think about.

“You don’t have to be so shy,” Crista moved her lips to Sapphira’s ear, “I want you just as much as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sapphira sighed, trying her best not to ruin the moment.

Crista once again began to kiss her, intensifying the movements of her lips, “But I want you to hurt me.”

“If you insist,” Sapphira rolled her eyes and sunk her hand into the back of Crista’s neck before working her way down to her shoulders and then her back, trying her best to keep up with the girl’s kisses throughout, “Sorry if this isn’t good,”

“It’s great,” Crista whimpered as Sapphira’s nails dug deeper into her back, their presence surely leaving a mark despite the fact she was wearing a shirt, “You’re great.”

Crista began to get rough as well, biting the bottom of Sapphira’s lips as she continued to kiss her. She pushed her chin up, licking her own lips before working her way down to Sapphira’s neck and nibbling on the thin skin, “Is this okay?”

“Please,” Sapphira moaned, her fingers now scratching the back of Crista’s head, “Mark me. Show all of Panem that I’m yours forever.”

Yes, forever was a long time, but it still wasn’t a long enough time for Sapphira to discover all Crista’s intricacies. The way she was plagued to a cult for most of her life before breaking free, reforming the group, and emerging victorious in the Games. The way she didn’t let her trauma define her but instead allowed it to transform her into the passionate and charming girl she was today. The only girl Sapphira wanted for the rest of her life.

Crista’s teeth sunk into Sapphira’s neck as she sucked on her flesh, the District One girl trying not to make any noise. She wasn’t in pain, but she was worried her whimpers could be interpreted as fear, making Crista stop doing what she was doing.

Sapphira didn’t want her to stop. She wanted the girl to rip off all her clothing and pin her down against the bed and keep touching her until she wasn’t physically capable of doing so any longer. She wanted Crista to engulf her in her love to the extent where she couldn’t breathe, not that Sapphira was great at breathing around her anyways.

“We can go further,” Sapphira assumed Crista would ask that soon and she didn’t want to waste another section, “Please go further,”

Crista pushed Sapphira down on the bed, her palms pressing deep into her shoulders as she stared into her eyes. Crista giggled as if she was in disbelief of what she was doing, as if she had been waiting for it her entire life, “Pucker up, buttercup.”

Sapphira laughed at the rhyme before pulling her girlfriend closer to her, her hands tracing the curves of her spine until she reached the bottom, “Am I allowed?”

“Of course,” Crista moved her left hand off Sapphira’s head and placed it on top of one of her hands as their fingers moved to Crista’s ass. She put her hand behind Sapphira’s neck once again as the District One girl gave a soft squeeze, “Harder next time?”

Sapphira listened to the girl and grabbed a hold of her ass, her fingers gripping it firmly as Crista moaned “Better.”

Crista once again took a hold of Sapphira’s hand, this time guiding it to the top of her pants, so that she could remove the clothing. Sapphira did what was suggested, caressing her thigh with the hand that wasn’t being used to pull down Crista’s pants.  She slid off her panties as well, Crista’s moans serving as enough consent, especially as they intensified once the garment was removed.

It felt weird, Crista’s naked cunt brushed up against Sapphira’s pants, so the District One girl thought it was only fitting that her lover returned the favor, “My turn?”

Crista complied with ease, rolling Sapphira over to the side before hooking her thumbs through the belt loops on her pants and pulling them off of her body. She did the same with Sapphira’s panties, soaking wet from the foreplay before she observed the discharge and laughed before she threw them to the ground, “Having fun I see?”

“Shut up,” Sapphira rolled over to Crista’s neck, reciprocating the girl’s previous viciousness.

Crista slipped her hand through Sapphira’s t-shirt, unhooking her bra before removing both it and the shirt off of her body, “I didn’t ask but this is good, right?”

“Please,” Sapphira pressed her naked body against Crista, their legs intertwining as she removed her lover’s shirt. Crista pushed the girl away so she could grab her hands and place them atop her breasts, squeezing Sapphira’s hands to pleasure herself, “Has anybody ever told you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world?”

“You did last night actually,” Crista chuckled, rolling Sapphira to the side so she could squeeze her tits in the same way Sapphira had grabbed hers just moments ago, “I imagine you want what’s coming next?”

“Yes,” Sapphira moaned, squeezing her own breasts as Crista tickled her belly, eventually making her way down to her cunt, “Please.”

Wasting no time, Crista entered Sapphira with her index finger, her thumb rubbing her clit as she methodologically moved in and out to the rhythm of Sapphira’s pulse.

“Crista…”

She stuck in her middle finger, tickling Sapphira’s insides. The District One girl extended her arms over Crista’s back, using her nails once again  and this time leaving a mark of their night of loving. She couldn’t quite reach the girl’s ass, but she tried anyways. 

“Oh?” Sapphira moaned as Crista removed her hands from inside her cunt, only to replace them with her mouth. She used said hands to squeeze Sapphira’s breasts again as the girl examined the creamy fluid that now covered two of Crista’s fingers.

Sapphira caressed Crista’s arms as she opened her mouth, once again entering the girl’s pussy, this time even more ferociously.

“Crista…”

She continued to explore Sapphira’s cunt with her mouth, her tongue easily able to fit inside from the lubrication as she simultaneously sucked on her clit, “You’re delicious, love.”

Crista continued to squeeze Sapphira’s tits, the girl on the verge of climax but not really knowing when the appropriate time would be to let it out. She pulled at Crista’s auburn hair as she continued to work her magic.

She couldn’t take it anymore so she pulled Crista up by her arms, looking the girl in the eye as her hands once again found themselves on her ass, “I’m about to finish.”

“You’re allowed,” Crista pressed her lips against Sapphira’s neck once again, “You’ve been a very good girl.”

Sapphira opened her mouth, a sigh of relief as she was finally able to moan her lover's name with the aggressiveness she felt deep in her core.

“CRISTA…”

 

The girl smiled before grazing Sapphira’s cheeks with her lips, “You missed this, didn’t you?”

Sapphira rubbed Crista’s back, “More than you’ll ever know.”