He makes a noise in the back of his throat at the contact of her teeth against his lip, hands dropping from her face immediately. They go to her waist instead, pulling her tighter to him when she pushes. Fingers make their way under the fabric of her shirt to press against her skin.

It's less mechanical now. This is Johanna, after all. Even if she's using him, he doesn't care. In the end, they both kind of need this. This chance to feel somewhat human. Maybe not alive, but human.

His mouth is harsh against hers for a moment, and he doesn't really know if it's because she wants it like that, if he's punishing her or himself, punishing the Capitol for what they've done to them. He walks her back toward the bed without missing a beat. He's good at this, of course he is.