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˗ˏˋ ⛧ ˎˊ˗ athena, 18, any prns, aquarius, bi, latina

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MORNINGS LIKE THESE coriolanus snow

summary. after the games you find out what life is like with coriolanus outside of the capitol.

warnings. none....just fluff. wordcount: 439. (a/n this is my first fic so...)

It was a cold winter. really cold. the temperature was nothing compared to the cold demeanor coriolanus portrayed while in the capitol, though. luckily ever since the games, you and coriolanus had gone your own way. It was a small forest – the only thing in the array of debris was an abandoned cottage that coriolanus of course took the liberty of fixing up for you guys. It wasn’t much, and was definitely nothing compared to the luxury of the capitol, but it was enough for you and him. You and him – that’s how it had always been ever since you guys met; and that’s how it would stay. days at the cottage were peaceful. the suns rays peaking through the curtains you had made by hand as coriolanus stirs from his rest. you were awake. you were always awake before him, but somehow he never realized. you slowly bring one eye open as to not raise suspicion as coriolanus peppers kisses on your bare shoulder. it was mornings like these you appreciated. mornings like these that made you grateful you were his and he was yours. eventually you have to get up, and without a word you kiss him before leaving the room. the taste of mint lingering on yours and now his lips from when you had brushed your teeth earlier that morning. you decide to make breakfast for the both of you since coriolanus can’t cook for the life of him. you thought he had went back to sleep, but your speculation is quickly put to rest as you feel his arms wrap around your waist. “you never said good morning” he whines as he lays his head on your shoulder. “was my kiss not enough for you?” you retort as you turn the stove off. “Maybe another” he replies as he moves his hands towards your hips to turn you around. he kisses your cheek; not once, not twice, but three times, or at least that’s what you counted. “don’t be stingy” you say under your breath as you stand on your toes to pull him in for an actual kiss. his hands on your hips keep you steady as you run your hands over his freshly shaved and bleached buzzcut. he was convinced he wouldn’t let it grow out after moving here with you – which you were perfectly fine with. he pulls away to go do what you presume is taking a shower, and you walk away with a crimson red blush spread throughout your face. mornings like these were what you looked forward to. mornings like these were what made you realize you loved coriolanus snow.