A chance meeting (foxy mamma)

[Draco Malfoy]

Poppy felt somewhat saddened, yet an overwhelming sense of relief. She hadn't wanted to be reaped exactly but the thought of Onyx leaving again hurt her in the most unexpected of ways. Unbelievably tears had sprung from behind her eyes as the feelin of disappointment surrounded her. She'd wanted to make him proud. She wanted him too look at her like he used to, back before the games happened. Knowing full well that he would never look at her like that again, she still thought she had to at least try. And now... Now she was standing inside of the Justice Center in trouble for flipping off all of panem. Apparently that was a no-no.

Poppy waited anxiously to be yelled at in one of the rooms with the big couches. It looked really familiar. Had she been in this room before? Poppy stifled a yawn and sat down on that couch, and waited.

[Fox.]

Onyx held himself together, talking to the Peace Keepers over Poppy's actions. He had been relieved to find out that some others had volunteered to take the two's places who would actually stand some form of a chance in the Arena. He knew Poppy would have been trying, but hell, he knew she couldn't fight to save her own life. After all, he did have to take a hammer after plenty of people over her. A small smile slid across his lips as he remembered beating the hell out of the males who had chased her from her job to the front of his shop. Shaking hands with the Peace Keeper, Onyx made his way down the hall and into the room where Poppy was likely waiting to find herself to be arrested or something of the like.

Stepping into the room, still dressed in the confining tuxedo, his bright ocean blue eyes laid on her. He crossed his arms over his chest to make himself look more of a disciplinary. "You trying to get killed yourself you crazy red-head?" He asked in the most serious tone he could manage. However, he knew the glimmering look coming into his blue eyes completely through the look he was going for off. Even though he knew, he still held a straight face other than his eyes.

[Draco Malfoy]

Poppy's head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. Onyx stood in the doorway standing tall in all his glory, wearing a very expensive tuxedo. The clothing choice drew her into him more than usual, knowing what lay underneath. Angry tears threatened to fall down her face as she looked away from him, staring at the bland pattern of the wall paper instead while pulling her curls over to her left shoulder. "Crazy... Maybe so.."

An ache resonated through Poppys entire being as she sat stock still on the plush velvet sofa, her fingers running fidgetingly alone the soft fabric. He had no idea of the effect he still had on her did he? The ache turned into a stabbing pain in her chest as she caught sight of him in her perifrial vision and her breath caught in her chest. It hurts... It hurts... It hurts so bad..

Poppy clenched her jaw, working the muscles in her five before speaking with a taught voice, trying to hide the pain from it. "Why are you here..?"

[Fox.]

Onyx frowned a bit as he saw the look on her face. He moved over to the sofa as she finished speaking the "Maybe so". He sat down beside her and watched her. He didn't know what to do to help just yet. He shook his head when she asked him why he was there. "Because I figured you'd rather have me in here to keep you from iron bars." He remarked in a rather sarcastic voice.

His broad arms wrapped themselves around Poppy's fragile body. He pulled her into his lap and held her close to his chest. He knew she couldn't fight him off. Her strength was nothing compared to his and he wanted to hold her. The Capitol wasn't shallow enough to film the room right now at least. He had been assured of that. In turn, he was going to take full advantage of it.

He held his first love to his chest as his heart rate was picking up slowly as he did so. His lips brought themselves to her temple and laid a soft kiss there. "Shhh... I got you." He murmured, knowing she was more than likely about to break down or something as he held her. Onyx's rough hand began to stroke her hair gently as his other hand held her softly tighter to him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Poppy felt her whole body tense as Onyx wrapped his arms around her small shoulders. She felt as if her whole body was shattering and fusing together all at once as she tried to pull away. "No. You left me. You said you would come back for me and you never came back." Her breathing hitched before she nearly collapsed into him, her throat aching with strained effort as he refused to let her go. Her face buried itself in the crook of his neck as her hands glided beneath his jacket, clutching with tiny whit knuckles at the shirt underneath. She knew there was no use fighting. She hasn't been eating right lately, having fallen back to her dietary habits from when she worked in the brothel.

This was the Onyx Poppy had longed for for so many long months. The one who was holding her with a stubborn edge and refused to let go. The one who would look at her, trying to fix what was wrong. The one who actually cared. She could feel the heat radiating from him, melting the ice she'd frozen her heart with before it could fully break. Hot tears defiantly rolled out from her shut eyelids, darkening into rough spots on his blazer.

[Fox.]

Onyx winced a bit when she accused him of leaving her. He hadn't done it willingly. He did like Glint, but Poppy was the one he had intended to come back for. Glint just happened to be able to be spared with him... he didn't really register the idea of being forced together with her until it had actually happened. "I know."

The two words he dreaded saying only because he knew that he just admitted blame when it was entirely his fault. He blamed the Capitol, but he wasn't going to tell Poppy what had happened. He was wondering if it was better she blamed him instead of getting into this mess with him.

"They enjoy me and Glint don't they? The Smith with a knife thrower ordeal." Onyx asked as if it was a serious question. He was hoping to give her the idea of the Capitolites when he asked if they enjoyed the district one pair. Though, he knew he had probably just dug himself a new hole in his own mind as he held her tight to him, enjoying holding her even though she was mad at him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Poppy stiffened her spine, his words only making her angrier. She shifted suddenly so she didn't have to twist around to face him, one of her legs resting on the couch on either side of his lap. "The Capital can shove off for all I care. What they say shouldn't have to dictate our relationship, or the lack thereof." She tilted her head up to look at him, her face barely an inch away from his. "I sat back and just let you and Glint happen because of them, but I'm done just sitting here. You have to make you're own choice despite what they have to say."

Poppy's fingers unbuttoned the front of his blazer so her hands weren't restricted any more. Her body pressed closer to his, craving the iron strength she'd missed so much. Hesitating just for a moment, she closed the distance between them. As her lips pressed into his, she could feel her wet eyelashes brushing against his cheek. It wasn't sweet, or soft, or slow. The kiss was an angry one, and it ignited the spark inside of her that had been extinguished for so long.

When Poppy pulled back, she moved a bit more forcefully than she intended, nearly making her fall off the couch but instead leaned forward and placed her hands on Onyx's hips. Her thumbs flicked the edged of his belt. "Please, let me love you properly." Afterall, they never got the chance until now..

[Fox.]

Onyx was about to correct her and defend himself against their lack of a relationship, but she got really close to him. His breath hitched as he felt her breath go across his face, or so he thought he felt, as she spoke. He hadn't been this close to Poppy since they had been kissing in the Justice Center before he had left for the Games. She had the same effect on him now as she did then; his body was beginning to react and she hadn't even done anything. It was heating up.

A visible shiver ran down Onyx's spine as he felt Poppy's fingers releasing his torso from the blazer. He kissed her back, hands moving to her waist and holding her hips tight. He gasped a bit, attempting to catch her from what he thought was her falling. Then confusion lapsed over in his gaze as he looked at her. His eyebrows wrinkled together a bit as he felt her messing with his belt. It was rather obvious he was very slowly catching onto what she meant.

[Draco Malfoy]

Poppy swallowed the lump in her throat and leaned her forehead on his, her lips brushing against his own as she spoke. "I love you Onyx, I never stopped loving you.." Her mouth fell into place against his once again as her hands slid up between them, working the buttons of his white shirt before his torso was revealed to her. Her palms cupped his face gently with shaking fingers.

The realization dawned on her suddenly and shockingly. She was nervous. Truly nervous. Poppy stalled, appalled at herself before her fingers slid down his neck and wrapped themselves around his shoulders. She leaned in closer to him, placing her body flush with his.