“President Coin?” Asked a young girl, wearing two blonde braids in her hair.
“Yes, Miss. Everdeen?” Responded the woman who appeared to go by President Coin.
“Are we still on for tonight?” The young girl asked, yet again.
“Of course we are. But please, Prim, if we're going to do this, call me Alma.”
“Yes, Alma.” She smiled at her, leaning in for a kiss until Coin used two fingers to block her.
“Not now. We'll wait until later, in private.”
“Alright.” Responded the blonde, with a slight smirk.
“Actually…”
“What?” asked Primrose Everdeen.
“Let's do it now. In my private bedchamber. I'm the President, I have one of those.”
“Woah! I love that!”
The two women informed everyone that Prim had important business to attend with the president concerning her nursing, and the two walked away into Coins bedroom. Once they opened the door, Prim ran in and the two instantly locked lips. Coin definitely used tongue a lot, and Primrose was definitely the bottom. Things went a little fifty shades of gay from there.
About an hour later Prim and Alma were laying on the only comfortable bed in the whole entire district, holding hands. They kissed each other one more time and then spooned until they fell asleep. Coin was the big spoon, obviously, and Prim was the little spoon. They fell asleep and the night was over. At least, for a few hours.