Night of Pleasure: THG

Author's Note: I everyone, usually I write in the mortal instruments world, however I am a big Everlark fan, so I decided to do this story in both TMI and THG.

Now bare with me, I haven't written sex scenes in awhile. This story contains a lot of Oral sex, so you have been warned.

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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. I am also not an author; I just write because I enjoy it. You can only get better with practice. So ignore the spelling and grammar, and enjoy the story.

Night of Pleasure(1.9K)

I carefully walk across the street, making sure I don't to step in any holes because knowing my luck, I'll trip and break a heel. With the wind blowing right at me my hair flies everywhere, but I don't mind. Once I am inside, no one will be able to tell it's a mess. With the season changing from Summer to Winter this will be one of my last chances to wear my short little black dress that hugs all my curves. Not leaving much up to the imagination.

I swiftly make my way towards The Capital and flash a smile at the bouncer. Tonight, Cato is working, and I am so grateful because he waves me through like every Wednesday and pats me on the back and whispers in my ear, "have fun, you are in for a surprise".

I don't have time to look at him as I am gently pushed inside.

As soon as I am inside, the smell of booze and smoke fills my nose. I walk to the bar and ask for a simple vodka shot, with no chaser, leaving it up to this new bartender to decide which bottle. Once served I pick up the shot and turn myself around facing the people on the dance floor. It is incredibly loud, and it makes it impossible to think.

I bring the glass to my slips and take the shot. The alcohol travels down my throat with a soft burn, which I am accustom too.

I turn back to see a different bartender, this time he knows me and my order. His name is Finnick, we have got to know each other quite a bit in the last few years, since I always come when he is working. He has a girlfriend who I've met. So, he is one of the few people who don't try and get into my pants, making him my favourite.

He serves me my next round, and this time, it is a margarita.

My blood-red lips suck on the straw, and I glance around the club for a partner. This my routine, I come dressed up find a girl or guy and I dance with them, and maybe take them home. As I scan the dance floor my eyes are drawn to the movement in the corner. This is where I see a golden glow, and I shift myself more to the right to get a better view. This is when I see him.

Peeta freaking Mellark.

This is the boy I had a crush on all through middle and high school. He is my best friend's adopted sibling and pain in her behind. He never saw me as anything; meanwhile, I saw him.

Everyone knew about my crush on Peeta, expect Peeta, that's why the bouncer Cato knew.

As I am staring at him, he must have felt my gaze because he turns and locks eyes with me. We stare for a minute and he nods towards me and flashes me a smile. I return it and lift the straw to my lips again and suck. Not breaking eye contact.

Peeta turns to the guy beside him, whispers something in his ear and walking towards me.

"Why hello Katniss, what brings you here?"

"I practically live here. I didn't know you were back in town," I say.

"Had vacation I had to use up, and I have a meeting here next week. Still doesn't explain why you are here all alone".