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6. Rainbow

He remembers it as if only one day had passed.

The slow search in the forest, the rifle weighing in his arms, the growing concern for Lucy Gray who did not answer his call. The orange shawl on a bramble, dirty and abandoned; the terror that paralyzed him and then the pain of the snake bite.

And then his head, which split in half.

Kneeling on the hard ground of the forest, looking at the wound on his arm, time stretched on and on. The damn birds began to sing. The terror that Lucy Gray is lost or hurt is swept away by the burning sensation of betrayal; the rain falls and he feels it like bullets on his head, on his body. 

"Lucy Gray!" a scream filled with frustration as rejection takes hold of him, as it paralyzes him, as he cannot believe that, that she, that....

And, then, two arms wrap around him.

"I'm here," Lucy Gray murmurs, her head resting on his back, "I'm here, Coriolanus. It is not poisonous. It's not poisonous, I swear."

Coriolanus does not know whether it is reality or a dream - a nightmare - and he crumples in on himself, grabs his head. He closes his eyes and the world is a kaleidoscope; he is in a house of mirrors, where Lucy Gray's songs bounce and taunt him, where those damned birds do not stop tormenting him. He sees them, even with his eyes closed. He sees their beaks now pointed, their little legs full of deadly claws.

"Make them stop" he sobs, as he cries in agony "Make them stop".

The only foothold he has with reality is the grip of Lucy Gray's arms on his waist. She anchors him, holds him still, shuts off all excess as he feels himself dying inside little by little, as betrayal mingles with rejection and finally pain.

As he turns back, slowly, one labored step at a time.

She, who is singing, perhaps to try to console him, perhaps to stem the enormous panic attack that has pervaded him, stops. The Mockingjays echo her notes for the last time and then the forest fades away; only the sound of rain remains.

Coriolanus calms down. Slowly, as the minutes tick by, he comes to recognise what is tangible and what is not. The grip on his waist. The weight of Lucy Gray on his back.

Real or not real?

With difficulty he pulls his fingers away from his head, frees his ears from the hands he had pressed against them, in an attempt to turn off any noise - real or imaginary. He opens his eyes. He straightens his back, one painful inch at a time.

He turns around, inhaling at the top of his lungs.

And she is there.

Lucy Gray is there. She's still holding him by the waist but she's flinched, to be seen.

"Forgive me" she tells him, the tears on her face mingling with the rain "I was afraid".

Coriolanus bursts into tears again and holds her in his arms. Lucy Gray caresses him, comforts him. She no longer sings, does not allow the birds to imitate her, to torture him again. She merely waits for him to vent everything with tears, until Coriolanus feels drained and without strength.

Eventually, they break away. They stand up. Lucy Gray grabs the rifle and Coriolanus grabs the shawl. They hold each other's hand.

They walk back to the hut by the lake.

The rain slows down and, by the time they arrive, it has disappeared completely. They sit on the shore of the lake, indifferent to the wetness. They are already soaked from head to toe.

Lucy Gray puts the gun down behind her and takes the shawl from his hands; she drapes it around her shoulders again. She smiles, but her eyes are still sad.

"You lied to me, Coriolanus" she tells him, neutral, without accusing him "And then I saw it. I saw, in your eyes, when we found the weapons, that you were thinking of leaving me."

Coriolanus has no excuse. What Lucy Gray is telling him is true.

He turns his face away, stares at the horizon, for he does not have the courage to look her in the face.

"... I was lying to myself" he whispers finally "Because if I say it, I must also admit that it is true".

Lucy Gray sighs.

"Sejanus?"

Coriolanus nods.

"I thought his father saved him" he finally admits "I tried to save him. They denied me the call" he turns again to look at her "I swear, Lucy Gray" he concludes, fiery.

Because it is the truth. It is the truth and also the only way he can live with himself now.

Lucy Gray caresses his cheek and smiles. She is still sad. There is still the second unfinished business between them.

"You are not made for this life, Coriolanus."

Coriolanus closes his eyes and leans against her hand. He inhales deeply, and then turns back to the horizon.

The rainbow has sprung up.

"We'll make it work," he replies, his mind back to work - healthy again, ready to look for the best way out.

"How?" asks Lucy Gray.

Coriolanus begins to speak, staring at the rainbow. The serenity after the rain. The promise of a thousand colors.

Lucy Gray, his girlfriend.

Whom he plans to save, paying any price.

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At the base no one noticed his little outing that morning. The nurse to whom he shows his arm reassures him that the bite is not poisonous, and that it is normal for snakes to come out of their lair during the rain.

Coriolanus faces his last days as a Peacekeeper in District Twelve, before being transferred. The searches are still going on; Mayor Lipp is still inconsolable, wracked with grief - he is still staring at the Covey house, eyes out of their sockets, looking for a culprit he will not find. The weapons are safe at the bottom of the lake. Lucy Gray stands guard over their grave, waiting for the all-clear.

Coriolanus searches the Coveys' wretched house under the watchful eye of the mayor and manages to tell Barb Azure in half a voice where Lucy Gray is and why she is there. The house is clean. The Peacekeepers continue their tour.

And, finally, they arrive at the mayor's house. Coriolanus did not even have to make an effort to get the general to accept his suggestion. "It's obvious the mayor didn't kill his daughter, but wouldn't it be a smart move for the Rebels to hide the weapons in the one place we'll never check?" The search is approved. Coriolanus slips into the kitchen with an excuse.

He recognised the signs, in the pallor of Mayor Lipp's face, in his bloodshot eyes, in his never-quenched anger. He has spent a lifetime behind Professor Sickle's skirts, he can tell when a person has decided to drown their pain in a bottle. And slipping white powder - rat poison - into the half-open bottle in the kitchen is child's play.

The next day he will be in District Two. Less than a week and Lipp will already be dead.

Lucy Gray will be able to go home.

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Things went better than expected.

Coriolanus wasn't sent to Two, but he went home. He won the Plinth Prize and Dr Gaul has taken him under her wing. He'll pretend to follow her and her beliefs to exploit her connection with President Ravinstill and, then, when he's sure of his role in society - Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem - he'll end the charade and get rid of her too.

Meanwhile, he just took care of old Dean Highbottom. That was personal, of course, but still related to Lucy Gray. If he hadn't sent her home, if he hadn't expelled him and forced him to join the Peacekeepers... If, if, if.

He risked losing her. His Lucy Gray, his precious songbird.

He risked losing her in more ways than one - he doesn't like to think about it, he doesn't want to admit it even to himself, but Coriolanus knows that as his head cracked, if Lucy Gray hadn't been ready to grab hold of him and keep him grounded in reality, he would have risked stepping beyond the insane and the unforgivable.

For this, Highbottom deserved to die.

That is why Coriolanus knows that, from now on, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Without any more qualms; without any more moral restraint.

Coriolanus walks the streets of Capitol City, hugging himself in his red coat to counter the air that has become crisp. Dawn has dawned a few hours ago, but it has rained during the night, and the winter sun has failed to chase away the moisture that now seeps into his bones.

He reaches the huge roundabout before the Corso, imagining the Dean writhing as the poison-corrected Morphamine takes effect, and suddenly he sees it: behind the Statue of Justice a rainbow rips through the sky, filling it with hope.

Coriolanus smiles. He thinks about how Dr Gaul approved not only his Victory Tour project, but also his request to have Lucy Gray move to the capital, and then perhaps the Coveys, the following year. What better way to introduce Panem to its Victor than to have her seen happy and surrounded by the loved ones she risked losing in the Hunger Games? Hope, mixed with the pain of remembering those who did not survive. Bread with which to nourish Panem and its Districts, in a way that is congenial to his Mentor and at the same time allows him to hold on to his Lucy Gray.

“Of course I will take care of everything,” recalls the conversation with Dr Gaul “Lucy Gray and the Coveys will be my welcome guests. Pluribus Bell has offered its club to allow them to practice and perform for curious citizens. Don't worry, I have everything under control”.

Control.

Gaul's favorite word, the sure way to gain her approval.

Wonderful as the rainbow after the rain; Lucy Gray and her colors, which he will see again in a few days.

Wait for me, my love , he thinks, eager to fulfill the promise he made to her on the shores of the lake, I will come for you.

And then nothing will be able to separate us any more.

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If It's Real - 1/? | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: My last submission for snowbaird smut week!

Written for Day 7 (outdoors sex) for Run 2. This one will be a multi-chap, updated weekly (hopefully) with my others. Enjoy! :D

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Synopsis: Canon Divergent - Lucy Gray escapes after her interview, and Coriolanus hides her.

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Chapter 1 -

Coriolanus hurried home as soon as he was cleared by the doctor. He was desperate to find a way to save Lucy Gray from the arena. He hadn’t wanted her to die before either, but her saving his life when she could’ve run changed things for him. Now he was willing to cheat to get what he wanted, and what he wanted was her alive when the Games were over.

That song she’d sung was still gnawing at him, he had to admit. Who had it been about? Him? She said it was for a boy she’d left behind in 12. Did that mean she still had feelings for that boy? Did she have feelings for him too? That had to be why she’d come back for him, right?

Right?

In the end it didn’t change whether he’d help her or not, but his growing feelings for her were undeniable now. In fact, they’d grown in their intensity. Every day he’d woken up with remnants of a sweet dream behind his eyelids, dreams about kissing her, about doing more than that, dreams that had his body tingling when the morning came.

She was just so easy to talk to, to open up to, to care about. And her singing was for more than the damn Games. He wanted to hear her sweet melody. He needed it like breathing.

Yet for all his efforts, he hadn’t the slightest idea of how to help her, how to give her an edge, an advantage in the arena. Something that would keep her alive.

That was until he heard the squeaking of a dying rat on the floor of his room. The dots connected for him, and he collected the tools he needed, preparing the weapon that would discreetly save her life.

Then he headed for the zoo. It was time to talk to Lucy Gray.

…

“She’s not here,” came a deep voice when Coriolanus’s calling out for his tribute’s name seemingly fell on deaf ears.

He paled, his hands trembling at his sides.

His first thought was if she had been killed, but that couldn’t be, could it? He’d seen her singing live, getting loads of donations for the Games. Why would they kill her?

“She ran after her interview,” came the voice again.

The person belonging to the voice stepped forward into the light, and Coriolanus could see it was.

Jessup.

“Did they catch her?” Coriolanus asked desperately, clutching the bars of the cage, his eyes pinned on Jessup like every word the boy would utter would mean life or death to him.

Jessup shook his head and simultaneously shrugged.

“Where did she go?” he asked. “Did she say anything before she left?”

“Just that she wanted to check on you, see if you were alright, and if maybe you could help her.”

Coriolanus’s mind was spinning.

What had Lucy Gray been thinking? Doing something so reckless as to run away? And at the same time, it made all the sense in the world. She should’ve run earlier instead of saving him. Maybe she was hoping she still could escape from the Games. Maybe that he would hide her?

But how would she find him? She didn’t know where he lived. She could be anywhere in the city.

Panic clawing at him, he met Jessup’s eyes again.

“Thank you, Jessup. I’ll find her. I promise.”

“Don’t bring her back here,” he said, urgency in his voice now. “If you find her, save her.”

“I will. You have my word.”

Jessup relaxed and nodded.

Then Coriolanus turn and ran away from the zoo, thinking like mad where Lucy Gray could’ve gone. Tigris had said people were locking themselves up in their homes, afraid of tributes running mad throughout the city. At least he had that on his side. No one would see her as she ran from place to place, seeking refuge. He just had to find her first.

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After checking the hospital and every alleyway between the zoo and there, Coriolanus abandoned his search to head home. He’d keep an eye out for her on his way of course, but his hope was faltering. He could only hope Lucy Gray had found some sort of place to hide out, a roof over her head, until morning came and she could find someplace more secure.

He wished that place had been with him, but it was dark and hard to see. She could’ve been hiding anywhere, and he might’ve missed her.

As Corso came into view and the magnificent statue and fountain that signified the street he lived on, he thought he could see something moving in the shadows.

He crossed the vacant street and saw it again.

“Lucy Gray?” he yell-whispered.

And yes, it was her. She popped up the moment he said her name.

“Coriolanus!” she yell-whispered back.

He ran to her, got a good look at her. She was chilled and panicked and trembling.

“Oh, my god, I’ve been searching everywhere for you,” he said frantically. Her confusion was evident. “I went to the zoo to see you, to thank you, and Jessup told me what had happened.” He pushed some dangling locks in her face to the side and cupped her cheeks fiercely. “Are you crazy, Lucy Gray? Someone could’ve seen you. You could’ve been punished.”

“I had to try to find you,” she burst. “I didn’t know if you were dead or alive. I didn’t know…” she trailed off, and he pulled her to his chest, stifling her tears out in the open.

He brought her with him to the side of the fountain and got down on his knees.

“Lucy Gray, listen to me. I put together a weapon, something you can use in the Games,” he told her. Her eyes widened. “But that doesn’t matter now. I told Jessup if I found you, I wouldn’t bring you back. I’d keep you. I’d protect you.”

“Coriolanus. Does…Does that mean…?”

And he lurched forward then. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so innocent here in the streetlights, in the moon shining down on them. She was perfect.

His lips landed on hers smoothly, and he pulled her to him to kiss her again and again, her soft moans driving him mad. He pulled away and pinned his forehead to hers.

“I’m going to hide you,” he told her. “In my room in my home not far from here.” He looked away from her for just a minute to gesture to a building down the road past the fountain. “Just until the Games are over. Then I’ll figure out how to get you out of here, get you a new life away from Reaping and the Games. I promise.”

She licked her lips and nodded.

“I believe you.”

His eyes flicked down to her lips again, and the need to kiss her once more was almost overwhelming. But he needed to know first. He had to. For his own sanity.

“Lucy Gray, about that song you sang tonight…What was it…for? I mean, what’s between us? You and me? Is it real?”

She tried to grip his face, to tell him all that was in her heart, but he pulled back.

“Just tell me.”

“It was payback,” she said. “The song. My old boyfriend back in 12 cheated on me with the Mayor’s daughter. She got crazy jealous and had her Pa read my name during the Reaping ceremony. Now everyone will know what they did.”

He nodded, accepting it, feeling better about it. And yet…

“It’s real, Coriolanus,” she said, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip. “It’s real…”

And then he groaned, unable to resist a second longer.

He kissed her again, passionately, sloppily. She didn’t seem to mind. She took it in stride and kissed him back just as hard, deepening each kiss, slipping her hands into his curls.

“Have you ever…before…?” she asked between feverish kisses, and he shook his head reluctantly.

“No, but I’ve wanted to.” He paused, gulping. “With you.”

His dreams flashed before his eyes, the passion engulfing them making him harden on the spot with her in his arms now.

“Then we will,” she told him, kissing the corner of his lips and then the other. “Right here, right now.”

His eyes widened. Surely his bedroom was a safer place than this, out in the open. But it was dark, and they were in the shadows, and they’d have to be silent as poisoned rats in his room. Surely if they tried to have sex there his Grandma’am would be alerted, and then he’d have major explaining to do.

“Okay.”

She pushed gently on his chest.

“Lie back.”

And so he did, on the soft grass, his jacket brushing the side of the fountain.

He watched as she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down just past his ass, just enough to pull his cock free of his underwear.

“You do want me,” she said, marveling at how hard he already was for her.

He groaned.

“Yes, I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first heard you sing.”

Her lips twitched as she lowered her mouth to his cock, kissing the tip.

“Maybe I can make you sing,” she murmured, lowering her lips over the top of his cock and then down onto his shaft.

“Oh, god.”

His eyes fluttered closed as he let the feel of her wet mouth and tongue on his cock consume him. He was tingling all over, sweat popping up as little goosebumps all over his skin. He felt himself grow hard as a rock when she moaned over him. He lifted his hand to sink into her hair and brush any drifting locks away from her eyes.

“Lucy Gray,” he choked, when her lips reached the base of his shaft. “Fuck, I’m ready.”

She lifted her head, wrapping her hand around his cock instead and pumping him a few times, loving how he lifted his hips to seek more of her.

“Oh, yeah.” She smiled. “I think you are.”

He groaned, placing his hands on her hips after she’d straddled him. Then she lifted the skirt of her dress and felt for his cock, guiding him into her entrance as she slowly sank down on him.

“Ahh,” they hissed in unison, and he rose up a little, unsure.

“Lucy Gra-”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “Lie back.” Then she came with him and kissed his pretty, pink lips. “You feel so good.”

Reluctantly, he lay back, wishing he could see all of her, could see her naked. But he knew this time it had to be like this in case they were discovered out here in the middle of the night. At least he could feel her, and she did feel amazing.

He watched as she rose and fell on his cock. The friction felt incredible as she moved faster and faster, gauging his reaction to reassure him if need be. But his eyes were glued to hers, and he was lost.

After a while, she started to move against him, grinding for more friction for herself, and that seemed to set him off too. She could hear his breathing change, become more shallow and quicker. He was close. So, so close. And so was she.

She lifted her skirts so he could see beneath and snuck two fingers between her wet folds to rub her clit and get her closer faster so they could cum together.

“What are you doing?” he rasped. “Could you show me?”

She thought she had been showing him, but instead she described it to him and took one of his hands.

“Inside my folds, there’s a little nub at the top,” she told him. His eyes went wide, and he licked his lips in anticipation. “It’s extremely sensitive, and it’ll make me cum with you if you rub your fingers on it in fast circles.” She hesitated, then, “Do you want to try?”

“Yes,” he blurted immediately, eager to return the insatiable pleasure she was giving him.

So, she guided his hand to her wetness. He was a bit sloppy with how he moved inside her. The eagerness in him, she gathered. So she was patient with him and extended his middle finger to her clit.

“You feel it?” she asked, her eyes fluttering closed, because she sure as hell could.

He gulped. “Uh-huh.”

“Move your finger now. Press into it and move in circles.”

And he did as he was told, not quite getting it at first, but as he moved his thumb inside her as well, he got the hang of it, and soon Lucy Gray was practically levitating off the ground with how good it felt.

“Holy…”

And he smiled smugly.

“I’m doing a good job?” he asked, needing praise, even though her moans were evidence enough.

“You’re doing wonderful, sweetheart.”

And she started to move on his cock again, the feel of him throbbing and twitching inside her as she moved against his hand almost overwhelming.

And then, without warning, he started to move up into her, catching her hip with his other hand to keep her in place as he almost violently started to spasm.

Lucy Gray didn’t bother to get off of him. It felt too good. And if she got pregnant as a result of this night with Capitol boy, so be it.

She arched up against his hand still inside her, having stilled during his orgasm, and he resumed his movements enough to have her cum undone kneeling over him. Then she collapsed on top of his and kissed his sweaty neck, sifting her fingers into his curls.

Breathing heavily, he turned his head enough to kiss the top of her head, and she melted around him. He let her stay that way a few minutes longer, and then gently urged her up.

“We should go,” he said. “Can you stand?”

“I think the question is, can you?” she asked, amused.

Smiling shyly, he hid his blush in the dark as they got to their feet. Coriolanus pulled up his pants and tucked his cock away in the process, and Lucy Gray fluffed out her skirts, so everything was in place the way it had been before they’d been consumed by their passions right there on the grass.

He held is hand out to her, the one that had just been inside her, that he hadn’t bothered to wipe clean.

“Come with me.”

She smiled and took his hand.

“That was hot,” she told him, smug as all could be.

He blushed further, but then encouraged himself with an of course it was. I’m Coriolanus Snow.

They made it down the street until they reached the tall building that housed the Snow family. He turned to Lucy Gray.

“My Grandma’am will probably be asleep, but it’s incredibly important to be as quiet as you can be. She doesn’t…trust you. She has memories from the war, and-” He licked his lips. “My father died in the woods in 12 by a rebel.”

He didn’t need to say another word.

“I understand. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”

He nodded and opened the door.

They got to their floor soon enough, but as soon as they stepped inside, a surprised Tigris greeted them.

“Coryo!” she whispered. “I thought that you- oh, hello.”

“My room’s the last one on the right,” he murmured to Lucy Gray, and she nodded, forced a smile at Tigris, and then bolted for that room, closing the door quietly behind her once she was inside.

Tigris stood staring at her cousin the whole time. As soon as the door to his bedroom had been closed, she pulled him deeper into their home and practically pinned him to the wall.

“Coryo, what are you thinking?”

Marking Coriolanus Snow - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: My entry for Day 2 (Hickeys/Marking) of run 2 of Snowbaird Smut Week 2024. Also, another rendition of meadow sex. Lol. Enjoy.

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Synopsis: Lucy Gray realizes she's in love.

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Lucy Gray was getting possessive.

She’d never in her life felt possessive of anything except her beloved Covey. But with each passing day since Coriolanus had made his presence known to her in 12, she could feel it clawing at her. The need to mark him somehow as hers, so no other pretty district girls could even think about laying claim to him.

It was instinctive, and it was primal, and it had everything to do with the fact that she knew she was falling in love with him. That hadn’t started in 12. It had started during the games when they’d taken turns saving each other from death. Now, free to be with each other – or as free as they could be with the peacekeeper commanders watching their every step – she could feel what it really meant to fall for someone who wasn’t going to hurt you, who wouldn’t cheat on you, whose heart matched yours.

And she hated that she couldn’t declare it openly to anyone except her Covey. And he couldn’t tell anyone either, except his friend Sejanus, who likely knew without having to be told.

But on Coriolanus’s free days, he would meet her in the meadow, and they’d spend hours there kissing and cuddling and making love. She’d send Maude Ivory away so there wouldn’t be any witnesses, and they could be alone. During those times, she felt free as a bird, and falling for him hard.

She’d touch his face, trace the curves of it, the hard line of his jaw and the crinkles around his eyes when he smiled really big, which wasn’t often, but he did it for her. She couldn’t believe he was real, that she’d gotten this lucky. And the fact that he was likely falling for her too made her heart swell.

He had to be, right? He’d followed her to 12 after all, when he could’ve gone to 8.

But she was getting impatient. She had to do something to mark him. Her nails were too short for really leaving marks on his back during sex, but her teeth were sharp.

Yes. A hickey should do it.

It would heal, and she’d have to leave another over and over again, but it would be worth it. And what was even better was people would see it.

They’d assume it was from some district girl he’d slept with, and she’d have to live with the fact they wouldn’t know it was from her. They wouldn’t know it was her laying her claim to him and for any other girl to back off. But she would know it, and so would he.

So, the next afternoon while she was practicing in the meadow, she felt him approach from afar and immediately stopped, looking over her shoulder. She smiled.

“Hey, don’t stop. I like listening to you sing.”

She humored him and finished the song, while he sat beside her on the log, and then she set the guitar aside.

“Can I kiss you now?” she teased, her hands in her lap though what she really wanted to do is lunge at him and topple him over.

He chuckled.

“You can always kiss me, Lucy Gray. You know that.”

“You like when I kiss you?” she teased again, and he nodded.

“My favorite thing in the world.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she did lunge at him then, but he was sturdy, and they didn’t topple over. He held her body to him and explored her mouth in a way that made her toes curl.

“I want to try something,” she said after she broke away, after she’d nuzzled his nose and tried not to burst when he nuzzled her back. Her heart was screaming.

Okay, she was in love. She was so in love she wanted to scream it across the meadow and have every creature far and wide hear and feel how she was feeling. She could hardly contain herself.

“What’s that?” he asked, brushing her jaw line with his thumb and then brushing her bottom lip with it, making it pop out of place briefly and giving her chills.

“Come with me,” she said and got up.

She held his hand, and their fingers intertwined as they circled around a nearby tree to a large blanket laying there.

“This looks familiar.” He smiled smugly.

Their sex blanket, he’d called it fondly once, and Lucy Gray had tried and failed not to blush.

“I want you,” she said, her voice falling darker, dirtier, eager with need for him. “Is that so bad?”

Immediately he pulled his blue shirt up and over his head, followed by his white undershirt, so he was shirtless.

“Not bad at all, Lucy Gray. I want you, too.”

He came to her and helped her out of her light, cotton dress. The sleeves were a little tricky to slide out of, but they managed it along the way, laughing a bit at the difficulty.

When it was at her waist, Coriolanus sighed contently, easily removing her bra and tossing it aside so he could kiss her breasts.

“You taste so good, Lucy Gray.” He lapped at one nipple and then the other until they were tight and erect. “I could eat you up all day.”

She shivered and lifted his head so she could kiss him again. He ate her alive, kissing her hard and long, sticking his tongue in her mouth and sliding it against her own. She moaned and nearly forgot her own name, she was so lost in the feel of him.

And all they were doing was kissing.

“Ohh, you drive me crazy, Coriolanus Snow,” she confessed, shoving her dress the rest of the way down and kicking off her boots.

“Feeling’s mutual.”

He smirked, shoving down his pants and underwear and sinking his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties to drag them down her smooth legs. She kicked them free, then sank down onto the blanket, and he came with her, hovering over her, kissing every inch of her, making her feel worshipped and loved, and she wanted to tell him so badly then, what she wanted, what she felt.

But part of her was afraid he maybe didn’t feel the same way. The other part wanted to tell him in a special way, like in a song for only him maybe. Yes. She liked that.

When his tongue started flicking at her clit, and his lips wrapped around it, sucking, she could only hold his head to her pussy and try not to scream. Her hand flew over her mouth, and she moaned into it, screamed into it even as she came undone, her body lifting up and then sinking down, absolute putty against the blanket as he crawled back up to her, removed her hand and kissed her lips so she could taste herself on his tongue.

God, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

To avoid saying it, she pushed at his chest, and he flipped over onto his back. Then, when she was ready she lowered herself down onto his erect cock, and did cry out when he filled her fully.

“That’s my Lucy Gray.”

And his emphasis made her open her eyes from the ecstasy and lock with his.

This was the time.

She lowered her mouth to his neck and bit down hard.

“Mmph!” He jerked slightly, but then relaxed and smoothed his hand over her long locks trailing down her back. “Easy there, you’ll leave a mar- Oh. That’s what you wanted to try.”

“Mhmm.”

She sucked on the wound, lapping at it with her tongue, then lifting her head to see the spot was properly bruised.

The hint of a smile on her face as he watched her mesmerized Coriolanus.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He chuckled, and she looked up at him and frowned.

“I just want the crazies of this town to know you’re taken.”

“No need to get defensive, Darlin’.” He rose up to kiss her again. “I like you crazy.”

Her eyes widened.

“You do?”

He nodded.

“Possessive of me just like I am of you.”

She shivered.

“You’re possessive of me too?”

He gripped her chin and kissed her again and again.

“Why do you think I keep coming out here whenever I get the chance? You’re mine, Lucy Gray. No one else’s.”

“And you’re mine.”

Their kisses grew feverish then, heated. And he started to move from beneath her, encouraging her with his hands on her hips.

It didn’t take long for Lucy Gray to move on her own, her body a sight to behold for a horny Coriolanus as she leaned back, her breasts to the sky, as her hands braced themselves on his knees. She ground hard against him then, and even propped her feet up on either side of him so she could bounce up and down on his throbbing cock.

“Ah-ah,” he cried, intertwining their fingers and gripping hard as moved up and down.

Then, leaning forward, she fell down onto his hard chest, and he fucked up into her from underneath, holding her tightly to him as he pounded into oblivion, the slapping of their bodies echoing across the field.

“Ung, Ung…I’m-I’m coming, Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray!”

And he emptied into her, holding her ass against his body so he could properly fill her.

Lucy Gray would’ve been more alarmed if she hadn’t enjoyed it so much.

“Oh, wow.”

He went limp, his legs falling flat on the blanket.

“I’d say sorry, but-”

“Yeah, I know. That felt incredible.”

She lifted her head and folded her arms on his chest, setting her chin on her hands.

“I guess we both marked each other today.”

Coriolanus grinned and then started to laugh. Lucy Gray joined in, and then he was turning them over and kissing her deeply once more. When he lifted his head, he looked like there was something he wanted to say – badly. And she felt it too. She’d felt it for a while.

“You’re my girl, Lucy Gray,” he said instead, and that was good enough for her.

She beamed.

“And you’re my guy, my Peacekeeper guy,” she chuckled, nuzzling him again.

Oh, she was so in love.

And as he nuzzled her back, she knew so was he.

Day 2: Scars

There is nothing physically unattractive about a person. Even scars are beautiful. Scars tell a story, whatever it is. And that is beautiful.

She loves every inch of him, including the scars. Did you know, that the skin on such large scars is especially sensitive? Well, it is a great trust to let her touch her healed wound

Each time his macaque becomes more golden. I love this parallel.

Yes, he turned off the tablet on purpose, because he thought, he was being watched. So, he's pleasantly surprised, that it was love🥰

I love dæmon-AU so much, and I’ll do it until i get tired. If you are not familiar with dæmon-AU, you can read this short article: https://hisdarkmaterials.fandom.com/wiki/Dæmon

His Dark Materials

Dæmon

A dæmon /ˈdiːmən/ was the physical manifestation of a human soul in Lyra's world. Humans in other worlds had dæmons. However, they were invi