Chapter 218
After bringing Katniss back home, I opened the door. Michael and Sophia helped Katniss and Simon walk in. No one had come back since Katniss was hospitalized. The room was still arranged the same way as the night I left, except there were many more footprints on the floor. They were all from when people were busy trying to save Katniss after the accident. The leftover medicine and packaging from that night were taken away for testing, making the whole room look messy.
Michael teased Simon, while Sophia and I started cleaning up the room. Katniss was like a child, trying to help here and there, but ended up making things busier. However, in order to help her recover mentally as soon as possible, none of us stopped her and just let her be. After a lot of effort, Sophia and I finally cleaned up the room. Sophia started preparing lunch for us, while Katniss and Simon played on the couch. Through my careful observation, I noticed that Katniss's gaze would unintentionally fall on me, although very briefly each time, but with a high frequency.
According to Michael and Sophia, when I was at the hospital, Katniss seemed very quiet when I was around, even though she didn't talk much to me. But as soon as I left to go to Mia's place, Katniss would become anxious and restless without seeing me. Michael and Sophia had to do everything to calm her down. They said that I was now Katniss's best mental medicine and support.
"Kevin, when Nathan has time, let's have a family gathering to celebrate our family getting through this ordeal and finally coming back together, okay?" Michael suggested during dinner. Since the incident at home, Michael and Sophia felt very indebted to me and treated me better than before, being more cautious. After this incident, everyone seemed more restrained. The name Nathan was a sensitive word between Katniss and me. During this time, I tried to avoid mentioning that name as much as possible, as it made both Katniss and me uncomfortable. However, after the illness, Katniss seemed much younger in spirit, currently eating with Simon and even playfully fighting for food, seemingly unaware of everything else.
"Sure, let's wait for a while. There's plenty of time, no rush." I could only respond indirectly. Michael and Sophia knew that Jennifer's departure had a big impact on Nathan, so they didn't ask further. They just looked at me, occasionally glancing at Katniss, with a hint of worry in their eyes.
"Mom, Dad, you don't need to worry. I will take care of Katniss peacefully in the future. Through this experience, I've learned a lot and have come to cherish my family even more. You don't need to worry about anything, or be overly nice to me. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Let's go back to how things were before, okay?" I couldn't help but reassure Michael and Sophia about their concerns for Katniss and me. These words were all from my heart, and seeing Michael and Sophia like this only made me feel more guilty.
"Alright, your dad and I are getting old. We have no other wishes in our remaining years, just hoping that you, Katniss, and Simon can be healthy and happy. Let's not talk about it, let's eat." Michael and Sophia were emotional people. After hearing my words, they looked relieved and touched. Sophia even had tears in her eyes. In the end, everyone fell silent, understanding each other without words.
After dinner, Michael and Sophia went back home. They had been away from home for a long time and had many things to take care of. They also knew that they couldn't always be by Katniss's and my side. They needed to give us some alone time, which would help improve our relationship and also benefit Katniss's condition. Simon was taken away by Michael and Sophia, creating an opportunity for Katniss and me to be alone.
At the moment Michael and Sophia closed the door and left, they looked at Katniss with more tenderness and concern, with a hint of expectation in their eyes towards me. As the door closed, I felt Katniss trembling slightly beside me. She stood there staring at the door for a long time. I turned to look at her, and she felt my gaze, quickly turning her head and nervously fiddling with her hands on her waist, looking very tense and scared.
Seeing her so scared, I didn't say anything but slowly walked back to the bedroom to start making the bed for Katniss to rest. After all, she needed rest now to allow her tense body and stimulated brain to relax fully. Katniss followed me cautiously with small steps behind me. When she saw me laying out the bedding on the bed, she hesitated to help several times, looking very afraid.
"Put these old sheets in the washing machine." I said to Katniss behind me after taking off the old sheets.
Katniss was surprised to hear me speak to her, but there was a hint of joy in her eyes. She hugged the sheets and walked towards the bathroom.
"Help me tuck in the comforter." When Katniss came back, I instructed her again. At this moment, I was treating Katniss like a child, trying to bring us closer and ease her fear of me.
"After all that, come over to me," I sat on the couch to rest and said to Katniss. Katniss stood on the bedroom floor like a doll, looking lost and awkward.
Katniss slowly walked over to me, avoiding eye contact, unsure of what I wanted. I patted my thigh, signaling for her to sit there. However, Katniss looked puzzled, perhaps guessing that I wanted her to sit on my thigh but too afraid to confirm it, fearing my anger. Seeing Katniss like this, I couldn't help but sigh and feel heartbroken. The time she spent taking medication had seriously affected her physically and mentally. It seemed necessary to slowly heal Katniss's mind first, as a healthy mental state would naturally lead to physical well-being.
With a soft cry from Katniss, I pulled her into my arms, made her sit on my thigh, and embraced her. Katniss was already slender, and after the recent medication incident, she had lost even more weight. Holding her felt somewhat stiff, indicating the need to gradually nourish Katniss.
Whether she was scared or touched, Katniss started crying in my arms, with a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes.
"Don't cry," I said softly. Upon hearing my words, Katniss immediately stopped crying, like a child. Katniss now seemed to obey me, not out of fear but due to a fixation in her heart. She was determined not to lose me again. Under this fixation, she dared not disobey me or make me angry. While this had its benefits, it also had its drawbacks because this version of Katniss was not the same as the one I remembered.
It had been a while since I returned, and this was the first time I had such close contact with Katniss. I just wanted her to feel my love, reduce some of her fears, give her more warmth, and help her recover sooner. Katniss had tear marks on her face, evoking a sense of pity. I wanted to lull Katniss to sleep in my arms, ensuring she rested peacefully without being disturbed by nightmares.
However, after holding Katniss for a while, I realized she hadn't fallen asleep but seemed to notice something unusual. Her breathing became more rapid, her pale face turning increasingly flushed, with sweat beads forming on her forehead. She felt hot all over. Worried, I looked at Katniss and noticed her eyes were unfocused, as if she had a fever, and her whole body started trembling slightly.
"Katniss, what's wrong?" I suddenly became nervous. Could there be any complications after her discharge from the hospital?
"I-I'm fine, I just feel hot, honey," Katniss gasped and stuttered, with the last word "honey" spoken so gently and sweetly that it could melt a man's heart.
"Are you really okay?" I was still concerned because Katniss was now hugging me back, holding me tighter and causing some pain. She, who had little strength before, was now hugging me so tightly. Wait, why did Katniss's state feel so familiar to me? I recalled that this was how Katniss behaved when she was about to climax during sex. Although such moments were rare between us, she always reached climax with Nathan. The expression, the gaze, and the state she was in now were exactly the same as what I had seen in videos and witnessed on the island when Katniss was about to climax.
Realizing this, I decided to confirm. Due to her illness, Katniss was wearing loose sportswear with only an elastic band at the waist, no belt. As her husband, there was nothing to avoid at this moment. I lowered Katniss's upper body and slowly explored her private area through her pants, heading towards the intimate part of Katniss that I was once very familiar with. Soon, I felt moisture in Katniss's underwear. Although I didn't touch Katniss's private area directly, the dampness was evident. Her private area was very wet and warm.
As I explored Katniss's private area, she unexpectedly let out a loud moan, a familiar sound that was usually reserved for her and Nathan. Surprisingly, this time it happened in my arms with just a few light touches from me. With Katniss's intense moan, I felt her release a stream of fluid from her private area, breaking through her underwear and soaking through her pants. The wetness left a large mark on her pants, even dripping onto mine.
Katniss had ejaculated, and it happened without engaging in sexual activity with anyone, reaching such a strong climax. At this moment, Katniss seemed to lose all her strength, lying in my arms like a limp noodle, looking at me with immense tenderness and attachment. Instead of admiring Katniss's current state, I looked at my hand, now covered in thick fluid, feeling worried.
Although it had been a while since Katniss had sex after the island, she shouldn't be this desperate. Her physical reactions were undeniable. Today, after being discharged, our first intimate contact, which wasn't even that intimate, just me hugging her, had aroused her sexual desire. When I touched her private area, she reached climax, an unusual state.
At this moment, I thought about the doctor's mention of aftereffects and also recalled a controversial term that had been circulating online recently. Could it be true about Katniss?
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