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Day Five: Soulmates

On a very special day, the name of your soulmate gets called. In District 12, where the mountains are, Lucy Gray Baird is told her soulmate is a Capitol boy.

She has no choice but to go and meet him.

Coriolanus Snow has little choice but to accept her.

They could make it work.

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A/N: For Day 1 of the @snowbaird-events Valentine's Day/Week Event. Domesticity. Hope you all enjoy!

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Synopsis: Capitol!AU - Coriolanus and Lucy Gray celebrate Valentine's Day at home.

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The year of his first campaign, Valentine’s Day fell on a Saturday. He spent the entire week before it trying to convince his campaign manager that he needed the entire day off. The blank look he got in response that Monday told him it would be a week-long of convincing.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t a recognized holiday in the Capitol, but it was highly recognized in the districts, particularly in District 12 where Lucy Gray, his wife, was from. It had taken him a minute to accept it when she’d first explained the holiday to him, mostly because he hadn’t seen the point on being extra romantic on one day when he wanted to be romantic with her every day.

Her shutting down and becoming distant as a result was an instant eye opener for him, and he immediately did everything he could to make the day special for her. Her cousins informing him that Billy Taupe, her ex, hadn’t taken the holiday seriously either made him even more determined to do the opposite. He never wanted her having flashbacks to her ex when she was with him, never wanted her wondering if all men were the same, including the one she was with.

“Was it hard getting off today?” she asked, sliding her fork with a chunk of meat on it past her supple lips.

He shrugged.

“Nah, they understood.”

He sipped his wine.

He’d prepared a romantic dinner for the two of them. He’d also obtained a Tigris-approved Lucy Gray-esque dress for his beloved wife that he hoped she would like. He had it tucked away in his office closet and planned on making a beeline for it as soon as they finished dinner.

Lucy Gray held back a snort by some miracle. She could always tell when her husband was lying. Still, she supposed a little white lie for the sake of the holiday could be accepted.

“Food is good,” she said, swallowing the last bite off her plate sometime later.

He smirked when he saw her gaze darting to his lips.

“More to come on that front,” he confided.

“Dessert?” she asked, surprised.

He scoffed.

“You’re shocked? You know I always go all out for you, Lucy Gray.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling swept across her cheeks, making her heart flip in her chest.

Oh, she loved this man.

“What is it?” she asked, folding her hands beneath her chin.

“A surprise.” He winked, and then she did snort.

It was so unladylike of her, but then she never was one to be overly concerned by appearances, especially in front of Coriolanus. The stage was maybe an exception.

“You want it now?” he asked, when she leaned back in her chair, silverware abandoned.

He was clearly eager to show off for her, but she shook her head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He frowned.

Enter protective Coriolanus.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, knowing where his head was at, especially with her hands resting atop the barely there baby bump that had been growing at the pace of a snail over the last two months. “Just full.”

He nodded, accepting that fact. He had put a lot on her plate. But then she was eating for two these days.

Their second child. Their first blonde baby was three. She was staying with Tigris tonight, so they could have the evening to themselves.

“I have something for you,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow and reached for the fruity juice sitting next to her plate.

“What is it?” she asked.

He looked at her mischievously.

“Uh-oh.”

He laughed, a silly smile stretching across his face that gave her goosebumps.

“I’ll be right back.”

He stood up, circled the table to press a kiss to her forehead, then took off for his office.

“Hurry back!” she called, watching his behind with anticipation until he disappeared up the stairs.

When he returned, he was startled to see her having cleared the table and was setting the dishes near the sink in the adjoining kitchen. He set the large dress box on the cleared table and encircled her waist with his arms, dropping his chin on her left shoulder.

“What is my beautiful, pregnant wife doing?” he murmured against her neck.

She tried not to let his teasing breath affect her, but it was impossible. She was so easily aroused these days. Still, she managed to just let an easy smile slip out of her.

“Your beautiful, pregnant wife is putting away the dishes.”

He frowned.

“We have maids for that.”

“I told them they could have an off day today,” she informed him.

His frown deepened.

“Why would you do that?” He nuzzled her neck, giving her more delicious chills and finally brace her hands on the counter after releasing the dishes.

“So we could be alone,” she whispered.

He smirked, and she felt it all the way down to her toes. She turned in his arms and draped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as she twirled her fingers in his luscious blonde curls. Soft moans passed between them, and she could feel the start of his erection as he pressed her up against the sink counter.

“Coriolanus,” she purred, and he grunted. “What’s in the box?”

He couldn’t suppress the sigh that slipped out. She was such a tease.

“Come see for yourself,” he said instead of complaining. He was excited to see her reaction to the gift after all. And they had the whole night for other activities.

Offering her his hand, which she took, he guided her back to the table and watched with rapt attention as she untied the large bow and lifted the box lid before setting it to the side.

She gasped.

So many colors, she thought.

Lifting the dress out of the box, she saw how it could be cinched in the middle with a satin ribbon or left open for when her baby bump turning into a baby belly.

“Tigris?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Hey, I picked it out,” he said, needing to get credit somewhere.

She waited.

“But I took Tigris with me to get her approval, yes.”

Lucy Gray giggled and held the dress to her and spun around on her toes.

“It’s beautiful.”

He grinned, dazzled by the sight of her overjoyed.

“Can I try it on now?”

“Sure.”

She licked her lips and set the dress back in the box. Then she went up to him and turned her back to him, dragging her long locks over the front of her shoulder where his head had just been perched.

“Help me undress?”

He sucked in a breath but nodded, unbuttoning the back of her dress slowly and slipping the sleeves down her arms from behind. The temptation to unhook her bra was almost overwhelming him, but somehow, he resisted. He got the dress down to her hips, and then she stepped away from him to push it down her legs and stay out of it.

Her heart was pounding in her ears. She couldn’t believe after five years with this man, he still made her heart race, still gave her goosebumps, still made her shiver with desire.

It took an effort to slip out of the dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor as she reached for the other dress, which, given its design, did not require any assistance. Even the ribbon tied into a bow at the side that she was able to manage.

Flouncing back to him, she tossed her silky strands across her back again, just a few curls tucked behind her ears.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Tigris did a good job,” he managed through his teeth, instead of crying about how horny he was.

“Oh, suddenly you don’t want credit.”

She smirked, walking slowly over to him. She tipped her chin up and slipped her arms around his waist.

“Kiss me,” she requested.

He groaned but glided his hands up her backside until they were cupping her jaw, thumbs caressing her cheeks.

“If I kiss you, I might not be able to stop.”

“Fine by me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes closed.

He didn’t need any more invitation. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers.

“More,” she whispered breathily.

He grunted and gripped her face tighter as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her hot, waiting mouth.

Shivers erupted all over her body, her nails digging into the waistline on his back, struggling to pull his shirt free of his pants. Finally, he released one side of her face to assist her in pulling his shirt free.

“Couch. Now,” she panted, yanking her mouth free.

He released her to pick her up behind her back and the back of her knees. Then, he carried over to the couch one room over and laid her down gently on the soft cushions.

She looked around, sinking into the couch.

“Isn’t this where…?”

“We conceived baby number two?” he finished her sentence, smiling cheekily.

Her lips parted as their eyes met, and she drew the skirt of her new dress up to just above her hips, lowering her panties moments later.

His eyes dilated as he watched her, helping her free her legs of the scrap of fabric once it reached her lower calves. He inhaled the scent of them before tossing them over his shoulder. The action made her hornier than ever.

He was about to stand up to finish unbuttoning his shirt and shrug out of it when she hooked her ankles over his shoulders tugged him closer to her.

“C’mere, Baby Boy.”

He grinned, not even objecting to the nickname. He knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Gliding his hands up the smooth skin of her legs, he spread them wider, then dove beneath the edge of the pretty skirt of her dress to lap at her wet folds.

Clutching the edges of her dress, Lucy Gray felt her head fall back onto the pillow tucked into the arm of the couch. She practically levitated, lifting her bottom up and lifting her right leg up the side of the couch to give him better access.

His grip on her thighs was practically sinful, and the feel of his tongue and his nose dipping inside her, nudging her clit, swirling around it, moving up and down and deeper into her drove her to the brink of sanity. When he inserted two long fingers into her channel, she yelped at the buzz it gave her.

“Fuck, Coriolanus.”

He grunted but continued on, incessantly moving inside of her until she came in waves, rippling in vibrations across his face. It was such a turn-on, he couldn’t deny how painfully hard he’d become.

Lucy Gray was breathing heavily, bliss covering her face.

“I suddenly under-understand how I’ve gotten pregnant by you twice.”

He laughed.

Another moment passed, and the smile that had formed on her angelic features faded into the lust that had stayed just beneath the surface ever since he’d set a tasty dinner in front of her an hour earlier.

“Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

His blue eyes darkened with equally urgent desire.

“Want me to help you take the dress off?” he rasped.

She nodded wordlessly.

“And the bra.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, but first he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants and underwear to his knees, loving the look on her face when they zeroed in on his engorged cock.

She scooched closer to him on the couch to cradle it in her hand, and it twitched, leaning into her touch.

“Oh, boy, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, he is.”

“He?” She raised an eyebrow and looked up into his briefly subdued lustful gaze. “You’ve named him?”

He blushed fiercely.

“I didn’t say that.”

She giggled and abandoned his cock to pull his face to hers for a steamy kiss, and he climbed onto the couch, hovering over her.

“The dr-dress,” he mumbled as her hands slipped beneath his shirt, suddenly regretting that he hadn’t unbuttoned it earlier.

“Oh, right.” She blushed now too. “Guess I’m a little eager.”

He laughed.

“You and me both.”

She smiled and lifted up her arms for him to pull the dress up through. Then his warm hands unhooked her bra, and her breasts fell easily into his palms after he removed the fabric.

“Perfect. Just…perfect for me. Look how they fit just so…so perfectly in my hands.”

“Boy, you sure know how to talk up a girl, Coriolanus. You know we’re already married, right?”

He lifted his gaze to her doe-eyed one and nodded.

“Oh, yeah, I know.”

Coming close to capture her lips, he braced his hands on the arm and back of the couch for leverage.

Her legs hooked around the back of his thighs, yanking him suddenly closer. Needing to touch him everywhere, her fumbling fingers worked at his buttons until she got to the last one, and he pulled back for a heartbeat long enough to pull his arms free of the sleeves.

Flush up against each other a second later, Coriolanus fitted himself to her and pushed deep inside, making them both cry out.

Lucy Gray saw stars.

Each thrust drew more desire out of her, needing him to stay inside and keep moving simultaneously. Desperately.

Her nails drew down his back and scratched into his scalp, the blonde locks caught between her fingers as he kissed her.

“Oh, Coryo. Coryo.”

“Tell me what you want,” he purred.

“More.”

“More what?” he murmured, stilling briefly, and then lifting his foot up to fuck her from a new angle.

At first, she was incoherent. Then –

“Mmmm. Yes, that’s it. That’s…oh-oh my god.”

She lifted herself up, moving in sync with him as he feasted on her breasts and moved inside of her. She felt a dam breaking free inside of her as his tongue swirled around her nipples, much as it had done to her clit not that long ago.

“Fuck! You’re so-”

“So – ” He grunted. “What? What am I, Lucy Gray?”

She slammed her lips against his, sitting upright, and she ground hard against his cock, fucking him until he’d fallen back against the opposing arm of the couch and riding him until she fell apart and felt his cum spreading through her insides.

Then she collapsed on his chest, and his arms came around her, winding through her hair the way hers had done with his.

“Now are you ready for dessert?” he asked half a beat later.

She laughed.

“Just – give me a minute, Coriolanus.”

He chuckled, his whole body rumbling and rippling across hers with him still inside her.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

He kissed the top of her head, and she felt warm all the way down to her toes.

Love you.

Day 1: Domesticity

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