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Day Four: District 13

Lucy Gray and Coriolanus make it to District 13, but it turns out to be another game for survival.

So they need to win.

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Ice Pops and Alley Sex - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: Exactly what it sounds like. Hehe.

Written for Day 4 (Exhibitionism), Run 2, of Snowbaird Smut Week 2024.

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Synopsis: Lucy Gray has an idea to lure Coriolanus back into her arms on a hot, summer day.

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It was a warm day in District 12, and the rest of the week had been foretold to be even warmer, even hotter, humid even. Lucy Gray hadn’t seen Coriolanus in a few days, aside from in the back of her nightly showings at the Hob – Peacekeeper duties; and she was craving him badly. Especially on such hot days. He’d promised her the night before, when he’d waited on her after she hopped off stage, that his time would free up soon. She hoped he meant by tomorrow, because she had a plan in mind to keep him crawling back to her sooner rather than later.

Barb Azure had been talking about making ice pops soon. She had a talent for creating different molds – hearts, stars, and the like. And Lucy Gray had one mold in particular that she thought would drive Coriolanus out of his mind if she licked and sucked on it right in front of him.

So, she tracked down her cousin later that day, since naturally they had to be made the day before, and put the idea in her head.

Barb Azure had been wide-eyed to say the least, but she eventually assured her that she could make at least one mold in that exact formation. Then she confirmed Lucy Gray’s suspicion that it would for sure make Coriolanus stop dead in his tracks.

Lucy Gray had giggled.

“That’s the idea.”

Barb Azure shook her head and sent her cousin off as she attempted to make such a creative, large mold for her.

Later that night at the Hob, Lucy Gray caught Coriolanus’s eye after the show and gestured for him to meet her offstage a little in the dark so they could talk.

“What is it?” he asked, curious.

She pulled him into her arms immediately and kissed him soundly.

“I missed you.”

He groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“God, I missed you too.”

He nuzzled her softly.

“I hate these fucking Peacekeeper duties. Something must be going on, because it was not this goddamn time-consuming in the beginning.” He sighed.

“Hush,” she soothed him, running her hand over his short hair on the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m just frustrated is all. I want to see you. Taste you.” He paused, then smirked a little. “Be inside you.”

She moaned, intoxicated by the visual he was painting for her.

“I want that too.” She licked her lips. “What does tomorrow look like for you? It’s going to be a hot one.”

“During the day?”

She nodded.

He sighed.

“More Peacekeeper duties.”

Her shoulders slumped, all her brilliant plans ruined.

He could see her face disintegrate into sadness and immediately wanted to make it go away.

“I could get away for maybe an hour over lunch.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Yeah?”

He chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Meet me in the center square around noon. Barb Azure is making some ice pops for the hot weather. I thought maybe we could share some together.”

“I’d like that.”

Also, he figured the request was pretty harmless in and of itself. He was unlikely to get scolded for eating an ice pop in the center of town. Maybe he’d even rope in Sejanus to come with him, some of the other guys too. It could be a whole event.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Lucy Gray queried, bringing him back to the present.

“See you tomorrow.” He tugged on her arm when she started to drift away. “Oh, wait, not so fast.”

She raised her brows and then smiled when he kissed her.

“Something to keep me warm tonight.”

…

The next day, like clockwork, Coriolanus showed up at center square where Barb Azure and the rest of the Covey were selling ice pops for the locals. Lucy Gray spotted him immediately, and her eyes lit up. She was immediately let down though when she saw she couldn’t sprint over to him and pull him into her arms due to the fact that he’d brought a whole troupe of peacekeepers with him.

Still, he wandered over to her specifically where she was handing out ice pops and murmured his explanation.

“Just so I don’t get in trouble. And the guys are hot too, you know.”

“Of course.”

She plastered a giant smile on her face and handed some of her ice pops over to Sejanus and the others, and then one to Coriolanus as well.

“Can you come with me for a while?” he asked, gesturing to a little bench across the street.

Perfect, she thought, and she grinned.

“I’d love to. Let me just get my own ice pop.”

She turned away and whispered something in Barb Azure’s ear. Barb Azure nodded and promptly pulled out a long, thick ice pop covered in paper that Lucy Gray could unwrap. They shared a knowing look and Barb Azure even glanced at Coriolanus briefly, which made him curious, but he walked across the street with Lucy Gray and they sat down with their ice pops.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing,” she said nonchalantly. “Just Barb Azure made an ice pop special for me.”

“Oh?”

Then he watched as she unwrapped her ice pop, and it resembled to the tee…a penis.

His eyes bulged.

“Lucy Gray.”

“What?” she asked innocently, taking one long, slow lick from the side of her ice penis. “If I can’t have yours, I might as well have a generic one I can eat right up.”

He grumbled, but was also becoming incredibly aroused. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“Eat right up,” he mumbled, the visual of her eating his right up very present in his mind.

He completely abandoned his own ice pop, instead watching her lick and suck the fake penis ice pop over and over again. She spun it around and even stuck it so far into her mouth that it nearly disappeared except for the stick it was on.

His mouth fell open, and then their eyes met as she pulled it out with a pop.

“Barb Azure should’ve added flavor to these. Something sweet, I think. Though maybe this one with a bitter tint?”

He growled, unable to take it anymore. He dropped his ice pop on the ground, yanked hers out of her hand and threw it in the trash.

“Hey!”

Then he pulled her around the side of a nearby building, dragging her farther and farther back so hopefully no one would see. He looked around, and feeling secure about their location, whipped out his very real penis and gave her a pointed look.

“Taste me.”

Lucy Gray smirked and squatted down before him. She lifted up his cock and sunk into her mouth, moaning around it and making Coriolanus brace his arms against the side of the building as she took him inside her inch by inch, swirling her tongue around it like she’d done with the ice pop, taking him deeper and deeper until it hit the back of her throat.

He shuddered and thrust into her mouth gently.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He pulled her hair back that was falling into her face. “Take it.”

And she did. Over and over. Bobbing her head up and down until his knees nearly buckled. And when he was very, very close, he pulled back and lifted her up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her against the brick wall as he pushed inside her.

“Ah-ahhh,” she cried, and he silenced future cries with tongue-twisting kisses.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her hips up against him, but he had a sinful grip on her and pinned her to the wall so he could pump into her at a rapid speed over and over again.

Lucy Gray broke free of his kisses, stifling as many cries as she could as her mouth latched onto his neck.

“What if we get caught?” she whispered breathily, glancing down the long alleyway to where the passersby were walking past.

“Then we get caught,” he growled, fucking her harder, rolling his own hips against her body to hit her with a different angle that would’ve had her screaming if he hadn’t kissed her again.

“Because I’m just a district girl to you?” she taunted, knowing it would hit him just right and have him fucking her even faster, grinding his whole body against her as he felt her flesh melt and drip around his.

“Hell no,” he panted, pinning his forehead to hers. “You’re mine. My Lucy Gray.”

He set her down and sprayed his cum onto the ground before returning to her and giving her lazy kisses.

“I don’t want to go back out there,” she murmured, sinking her fingertips beneath the collar of his shirt. “I want you in the meadow, naked and hovering over me, blocking out the stars so all I can see is you.”

He groaned and leaned his face into her neck.

“I want that too.” He licked his lips. “Tonight,” he said.

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

“After your performance at the Hob we’ll sneak away, and then I’ll all yours.”

She smiled and held him close before adjusting her skirt as they snuck back into town, their hands joined until the very last second.

All mine.

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“You found me,” Lucy Gray said. In District 12? In Panem? In the world itself? Never mind, it didn’t matter. “You knew I would.” “Hoped you would. Didn’t know. The odds didn’t seem in my favor.” She leaned back enough to free a hand and brushed his lips with her fingers. He felt the calluses from her guitar strings, the soft surrounding skin, as she examined the previous night’s injury. Then, almost shyly, she kissed him, sending shock waves through his body. Ignoring the pain in his lips, he responded, hungry and curious, every nerve in his body awake. He kissed her until his lip started to bleed a little, and would have kept going had she not pulled away. Lucy Gray wiped at the blood on his lip. “You’re bleeding,” she whispered, concern evident in her tone.

Coriolanus swiped his lips impatiently. “I don’t care.” Then suddenly, he thought, oh no. She must think he looks hideous with the swollen bleeding lip. Sejanus had told him the look worked for him, but why had he trusted his opinion anyway? He should’ve trusted his instinct. Before Lucy Gray could cause permanent damage to his ego, Coriolanus opened his mouth to reassure her. “It’ll heal in a few days.” Lucy Gray stared at him oddly before giving a laugh of surprise. “I know,” she said. “I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

You’re hurting me more by staying away, Coriolanus thought, but didn’t say it because perhaps it was a tad bit too dramatic. “You’re not,” he said instead. “Hurting me. I barely felt anything.” Lucy Gray raised her eyebrow like she didn’t believe him, but she slowly leaned forward again. She laughed softly, tracing her fingers across his lips. “I like you this way. You look like quite the rogue, Coryo.”

At the compliment and the nickname, Coriolanus blushed. “Does that mean you’ll kiss me again?” he asked stupidly. In answer, Lucy Gray moved her mouth to his.

Coriolanus felt warm all over as they kissed once more, Lucy Gray licking the blood off of his lips before moving her tongue inside his mouth. He tasted the salt of his own blood as the kiss deepened, Lucy Gray digging her fingers into his head while his own hands got tangled in curls. There was a loud crunching sound that Coriolanus realized was the ice he had brought for Lucy Gray. Reluctantly, he pulled away slightly, lifting his leg and offering it to her. “Ice for you,” he said. Lucy Gray beamed upon taking it. “This has to be the coldest thing on this side of November,” she said. Then before Coriolanus could react, she pulled off her shirt and poured half of the melting ice down her chest.

She was wearing a lacy bra, a pretty thing that would be typical of Capitol ladies. As the cloth became soaked, the swell of Lucy Gray’s breasts became fully visible. Coriolanus swallowed. He had never felt like this before. Wanting, needing her… he hadn’t understood what others meant when they described the feeling. Until now.

Feeling nervous, Coriolanus untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head. Lucy Gray poured the other half of the ice over his chest, gently pushing him to the ground and spreading the ice water more thoroughly with her hands. With a sudden disconcerting thought, Coriolanus recalled that Lucy Gray had done this before while he hadn’t.

He hated it, hated feeling so vulnerable, hated not having a clue what he was doing, hated that somebody else would know that. Even if it was Lucy Gray.

She slid her pants off, and Coriolanus tried to take off the lacy bra, fumbling with the buttons. He stared at her as she climbed on top of him, palming his length through his pants. When she moved to unzip him, he froze.

He had no idea what he was doing, no clue at all, and he was going to look stupid and immature before Lucy Gray, and he hated that he cared this much anyway. Festus seemed to have no such problems with this stuff; why couldn’t he be the same way?

Lucy Gray held his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. “Coryo, are you ok?” For some reason, those four words made tears fall from his eyes. This was so humiliating, for Lucy Gray to see him like this. Like he was on the edge of breaking.

Maybe he had been for a while. He had maintained the facade of normalcy in the capitol while he was starving at home. He had tried to remain calm even as his girl was taken into the arena to die. He had tried to remain sane even as he was expelled and sent to the districts to be a peacekeeper for the next twenty years. Sejanus coming with him and the possibility of upgrading to officer and returning to the capitol that way had kept him alive. But somehow, this act, this thing that came so naturally to others, was causing the cracked pieces of his soul to break entirely.

Lucy Gray, however, did not laugh or sneer. She did not mock him or even utter a word. She bent over him, tracing each tear with her lips and wiping it away. Her face was smeared with his blood, and he imagined his was the same now. Coriolanus was no poet, yet he could appreciate the artistry of it. Both of them killers after going into the arena, now smeared in each other’s blood.

“Coryo,” she murmured again, her dark curls brushing against his neck. “Coryo, do you trust me?”

Trust. Such a difficult thing to give out. There was so few people that Coriolanus trusted. Tigris. Clemensia, at least before the snakes incident. Festus, but only to some extent. Sejanus, but only because he seemed too foolish and straightforward to betray Coriolanus. His grandma’am, as long as she didn’t wander out in public.

He loved Lucy Gray; that much was certain. But did he trust Lucy Gray? Was love synonymous with trust, or something given along with love? Or were they separate entities?

He supposed it didn’t matter. Lucy Gray had had a chance to escape the arena, and she had chosen to save him from a burning log instead. She seemed so overjoyed to have him here in District 12. They had been through so much together. How could he not trust her?

At last, Coriolanus found his voice. “Yes,” he murmured back. “I trust you, Lucy Gray.”

At that statement, Lucy Gray slowly slid Coriolanus’s pants off of his body. She completed the unbuttoning job Coriolanus had started on her bra, letting the thin fabric drop to the grass. It was not long before they were both utterly naked before each other, and although it was only their bodies, Coriolanus felt as if his heart were being laid bare as well.

Cautiously, Coriolanus lifted the back of his hand to Lucy Gray, starting from her forehead, down the slope of her nose, over her lips, across her neck and collarbone, from her shoulder down to her wrist, before moving to her breasts, down her waist, over her hips, settling on her thigh. Lucy Gray answered by kissing across his pecs before biting his shoulder. Coriolanus gasped.

“Mine,” Lucy Gray breathed against his skin. “You are mine, Coriolanus Snow.”

Coriolanus shuddered as she lightly circled her fingers across his dick. Holy hell, it was sensitive. He couldn’t help but arch towards her hand, towards whatever she was doing to cause that feeling. When Lucy Gray replaced her hands with her mouth, Coriolanus couldn’t hold back his moan. His fingers dug into the grass as he rode her mouth, her tongue. He was overwhelmed by sensation, mind foggy with pleasure. He could barely think around the fact that Lucy Gray was having sex with him, that it was probably the best feeling in his life. Soon afterward, he felt the muscles in his groin and glutes begin to tighten, and he saw stars as Lucy Gray continuing to suck him until his body finally relaxed. He didn’t know what that was, but it must be good.

Lucy Gray lifted her head, some sort of undetermined substance covering her face. Definitely not sweat. Oh god. Had that come from his-

Not breaking eye contact, Lucy Gray licked it. Coriolanus’s jaw dropped and he felt his skin heat from embarrassment.

“Delicious,” she said, and Coriolanus felt better. Of course! Anything that came out of his body had to be good! Besides waste, of course. “Are you ready?”

This part, Coriolanus knew. He slowly nodded, and Lucy Gray lifted herself up before lowering her body onto his shaft. Lucy Gray and Coriolanus’s moans melded into each other’s as she began to increase her pace. And Coriolanus stared at her face as it went blank with sensation before melting into the expression of perfect bliss. She was so beautiful. Coriolanus could stare at her all day.

I love you, he thought to himself. So, so much.

He wondered if he would ever be brave enough to say those words aloud.

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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.

***

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.

***

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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