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Once upon a time there was a group of teens. These teens all had one thing in common: there was something very, very wrong with their minds. Their corrupt minds brought forth into the world untold horrors. And to these horrors they gave a name.
In Canon We Trust.
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Warning: If you do not like lemons, rape, incest, paedophilia, yaoi, yuri or anything along those lines, hit your back arrow now. It'll be easier on your shift key later. Trust me.
Author's note: Well, back to ICWT we go. Been a while since I've done anything for it so it should be interesting. This is Prophe's [very belated] birthday present, so please enjoy sole's first offering: Fem!Gale X Peeta
Gale Hawthorne was still unsure why she'd decided to go along with Katniss' request. She didn't get along with her friend's "fiancé" at the best of times, she didn't like the idea of giving baker boy lessons one bit. In fact if Katniss had asked a couple of months ago she might just have said no. The still raw red marks on her back though, had given her enough motivation to do whatever she could to thumb her nose at the Capitol and help Catnip.
Now though, having braved the still snowy ground surrounding District 12, and having begun the slow plod through thickets of brambles and stands of trees to find something for Peeta to fire an arrow into, Gale was beginning to ask herself why Katniss couldn't have given Peeta his lesson. She knew him better, she was just as good a hunter as Gale was, plus then Gale wouldn't have to walk through the snow with someone who was making as much noise as Effie had when Haymitch told her that her wig being told that her wig was askew.
Peeta had objected to Haymitch's plan as well. He'd also asked for Katniss to teach him the skills that their mentor had decided would be useful in the arena. Archery, identifying plants, tracking and whatever else he could be taught. Haymitch however had decided that since Katniss already knew all of the things she needed to know in those fields, and Haymitch could instruct her in other things while Gale helped Peeta.
And so here she was. She wasn't happy, stuck babysitting a baker who wasn't even holding his bow right. But a promise was a promise, even if it wasn't a promise she wanted to keep. Still she was determined not to let Peeta enjoy it. She ignored almost all of his remarks, his questions, complaints and sighs. However after a while it grew tiresome so she murmured [b]"We're going to find something for you to stick arrows into so I can go and tell Katniss that I tried to teach you, now shut up or you'll drive away everything in the forest"[/b].
Peeta thankfully did as he was told, his mouth shut for a long, long time as they trudged through the snow. It was cold, but thankfully it was no longer actually snowing, and the wind was minimal, so it was bearable, although both Peeta and Gale had long coats on over their clothes, in order to retain at least some of their warmth.
Eventually Gale found what she'd been looking for. "Tracks", she murmured aloud. What looked like the marks of a deer's hooves. Perfect, something that Peeta could shoot without the chance of him being painfully chewed up ripped apart or gnawed on. She gestured for him to follow her, and to his credit he did so. For half an hour Gale followed the tracks intently, although from what she saw in them things felt a little off. The deer seemed as if it had begun to speed up, it's steps felt haphazard. The first droplet of blood made her begin to worry. Then more droplets appeared. "Keep an eye out Peeta, something's not right...".
That made baker boy raise his eyebrow in confusion, "What do you-".
"What did I tell you about talking Peeta?" The younger boy quietened, although he looked rather uncomfortable, presumably about being left out of the loop. Katniss, Gale decided, would not have been a good teacher, Peeta was her fiancé, if she had she'd probably have informed him of every step she intended to take, and their conversation would drive away every creature for mile.
As they continued walking the blood stains grew bigger and appeared more frequently. The tracks indicated the deer had been slowing down, moving in an almost drunken gait. Something had attacked it. But what?
They finally found the deer about forty minutes after finding the first tracks. It was not a pretty sight. It had been torn apart. The body of the creature had only one leg left, the others scattered around the clearing, its belly sliced open cleanly, its guts spread around the snow, which had turned red from blood.
This, Gale decided, was not the ideal environment for Peeta's first hunting lesson. "I think we should go..." Gale murmured. But before she could move something stopped her. The sound of growling from somewhere behind her, somewhere behind Peeta. That was not a good noise in anyone's estimation. Nor were the sounds of paws pounding on snow, and rapidly.
She turned just in time to see Peeta doing likewise, more than she'd have expected him to do. The...thing, whatever it was, some kind of mutt, a medley of fur and claws and snarling teeth, was heading straight for Peeta. Gale brought up her bow and Peeta began to dodge away. He almost did it too. He would have, if not for that damn artificial leg. The thing lost its footing and he began to fall as the mutt ran for him, jaws wide. He tried to roll out of the way of snapping teeth and rending claws. He was successful...partly. The thing's attempt to get a his throat failed, but its claws cut through Peeta's coat and shirt. The boy screamed as the creature prepared to lunge in for the kill...
....and the creature shrieked too, as an arrow from Gale buried itself in its neck. It began to turn it's head towards her when a second arrow hit it in the chest. Clearly deciding that they weren't worth the bother, it gave one more howl and fled, disappearing before Gale could send her now nocked third arrow into it.
With the creature out of sight, the sound of its pained yelps fading into the distance, Gale instantly ran to Peeta. What she found did not look good. His coat now had a large red slash where it was once white and a large part of his shirt was red with blood. Pulling his shirt up to examine the wound things looked bad. It wasn't life threatening in and of itself, but it would be painful and easy to get infected. Sliding her pack off her shoulders she got to work, setting down her bow and pulling out gauze and bandages. Once, a few months previous, she could have relied on drugs bought with Katniss and Peeta's winnings to help remedy this. Now it was back to using snow to numb and bandages to hopefully stave off infection, with the new policies of the local peacekeepers most things were hard to come by, drugs especially so.
As she finished up her work, wrapping a bandage that she hoped would hold until they reached the destination she had in mind, Gale felt something against her leg, an unfamiliar prod. She glanced down, expecting to see a sheathed knife or some other object on Peeta's belt or in his pocket prodding her as she wrapped things up with his bandage. Instead she saw something that she would not have expected in a million years. Peeta, her best friend's fiancé and an individual with whom she had a strong streak of dislike that she had until then assumed to be mutual, had an erection, and it was aimed squarely at her thigh, and unless he had some kind of creepy liking for blood, she was the cause of it.
That idea sent a sudden pulse of embarrassed heat through her body, she could fell her cheeks reddening and her eyes shot to Peeta's face. But Peeta's eyes were lidded shut and he seemed to be unaware of what he was doing. That thankfully saved Gale from having to say anything about it. Having finished with the bandage, and gotten a lot of blood on her clothes for her trouble, she removed her person from Peeta's vicinity, and gave waking him up a go. When calling and poking didn't work she tried a large lump of snow to the face. That worked surprisingly well. Peeta spluttered as the white flakes plastered his face. He tried to sit up and, upon finding that that was not very wise, gestured for Gale to help. After a minute or two of trying to help Peeta to his feet, despite getting little help from Peeta, they were off, Gale supporting a hobbling Peeta as they headed for a certain place Gale knew.
For once Peeta was quiet as they moved, and Gale used the silence well. Her eyes rotated to fix on any rustle or crack of whistle, fearful of the beast returning. But thankfully it had gone chasing easier prey. A very lucky thing. If it did attack, Peeta was helpless, and Gale's bow was on her back, not ready to be used.
They soon reached Gale's destination. A small, old hut made of logs and stick, with a few patches of badly made thatch keeping the wet out of holes in the roof. It wouldn't be too comfortable, but better than the snow, which had now resumed its fall. They'd never get past the fence even if they made it that far. The hut was their best chance.
Helping Peeta in through the doorway, Gale found it just as she'd left it. A couple of quivers of arrows and a spare bow propped against the wall, a small fireplace at the centre of the hut, spare clothes on a set of shelves Katniss' father had made from the same materials as the hut itself, and a couple of blankets to make the cold earth tolerable.
It was on one of these blankets that Gale set down Peeta. The injured boy grunted as his laying down put unpleasant pressure on his injury, but after he'd settled he laid down his head, shut his eyes and drifted out of consciousness with no complaint. Seeing him now asleep Gale went to the small bag concealed by the hut's door. Inside were several medicines. Mostly pills and syrups for minor ailments, but there were a couple of syringes of more powerful drugs. The one she selected help a blue liquid with a slight glow to it. It was a drug of the kind used by the poorest people in Districts 1 and 2 when they were injured, meaning only the richest in District 12 could get their hands on a vial. It killed pain, helped healing. It had side-effects: it also dulled wits and impaired judgement, hence the advisement that it should only be used on unconscious patients. Luckily Peeta was already out, so Gale returned to him and injected the drug into him just below the bandage. The drug's glow could be seen illuminating several veins and arteries momentarily, but it dissipated in a few moments.
Gale went next to the fireplace. Dry logs had been hoarded inside the hut, knowing the weather's unreliability meant going out for logs often meant bringing back stuff that couldn't even be burned. Katniss and Gale's fathers had both helped build this hut, had taught both of them how to get the most out of it. It was perfect for her needs.
Her flints brought sparks to the kindling kept dry in the hut, and soon merry flames were crackling in the hearth. A glance at Peeta, eyes closed, the occasional light snore passing his lips. He was, it seemed, out for the count...and that gave Gale an idea, one that sent a blush to her face that had nothing to do with the fire. Now he was asleep that thought had crept into her mind, remembering what she'd felt before. That had surprised her. Had Peeta been thinking about her, his "fiancé's" best friend? Or had he just had some kind of weird thought smashed into his head by the creature's attack? And why was she even thinking about it? She should have just forced it to the back of her mind and left it there.
But the thought was still floating there....and it was gaining strength. And then a tiny receptor in her brain got an idea. One that made her blush red...and also made her curious.
For a few minutes she just sat there, warming herself by the fire, watching Peeta sleep. Then she decided. He was asleep, out cold. A little, curious peek wouldn't hurt...right?
The decision made, she crept quietly towards the unconscious boy. A closer investigation confirmed that he was asleep, and seemed unlikely to waken. So with that thought in mind, one hand slipped up his leg towards the zip of his pants and nervously tugged it down.
She knew it was a bad idea, she didn't deny that at all. But once that little idea got the slightest encouragement it was like oil to flames. And unfortunately that encouragement came from the feeling of Peeta hardening as her fingers brushed against him.
Gale's face was flushed as it slipped into Peeta's now unzipped trousers and slid his underwear down, bringing her fingers into contact with a piece of the human anatomy with which she was entirely unacquainted. She gently wrapped her fingers around it and glanced up at Peeta's face. His expression was an odd one, but his eyes were still closed, so she decided it was safe to proceed. Her hand gently guided his member out of his pants. When she had done so her eyebrows rose in surprise. Maybe baker boy had more positive attributes than she gave him credit for. At the very least Gale now had an inkling of why Katniss stuck with him...although the thought of her best friend doing...that...was distasteful to say the least.
Nervously Gale tightened her grip on Peeta, if only to see how he reacted. His reaction was surprisingly instantaneous. He moved his head, his mouth twitched and she thought she heard a noise partway between a grunt and a moan come from his mouth. However his eyes stayed shut. Emboldened, Gale took her hand's still tight grip and used it to pump once lightly up and down his shaft.
That, perhaps, was a bit of a mistake. She'd done just that little bit too much. Peeta's eyes flashed open and immediately shot down to her hand, still closed around his erection. Gale's mind began to work overtime trying to think of something to say, some reaction that didn't make her seem crazy, and found that she couldn't. It was crazy. She had a hand holding onto her best friend's fiancé's erection. She'd been curiously teasing at him whilst he was unconscious, while he'd been injured, and she didn't even know why. It made no sense.
Luckily it seemed that Peeta was just as crazy as she was.
Before she'd had the time to think of something to say Peeta had lunged for her. At first she was worried that the ill effects the drugs had on the mind were making him attack her. Then she felt his lips on hers. They were warmer than she'd have expected. To her embarrassment she realised that this was her first kiss. With school, feeding her family, looking after her siblings while her mother worked and now working in the mines herself, she'd had no time before for boys, and Katniss' general disinterest in such things had rubbed off on her to an extent. Now though she had no idea why she'd neglected such things in the past.
It was not exactly as Gale had imagined it. His lips felt odd on hers and, when she parted her lips in response to a little prod from his tongue, the sense of unusualness simply grew as his tongue entered her mouth and met hers. Having two tongues in her mouth rather than one was an odd feeling to say the least.
It seemed that the kiss lasted a long while, but it was less than a minute before Peeta pulled away, at which point Gale realised that his erection was again pressed against her thigh, although this time it was uncovered. Even redder than before, Gale felt a hand trailing downwards along her side.
"What are you doing Peeta?" she asked, her voice faltering slightly as she spoke, it was an uncomfortable situation. He was younger than she was, how was he so much more forward?
"What do you think I'm doing?" he murmured. That just angered Gale. He was infuriating her as much as even. Then she felt his hand tugging on the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Before she could make any further remark he was attacking her lips again. Gale's mind struggled desperately to gather her scattered thoughts, but the feeling of his hand on her breast – where had her bra gone? – scattered them once more. Rational thought decided to take that cue to lapse and let higher brain function go to the wind. Now she just went along with what Peeta was doing. Within moments Peeta was on his back again and Gale's hand had returned to its earlier activities.
If she was honest with herself she kind of liked taking the lead, if only to wipe that irritating and unfamiliar smirk from Peeta's face. Still now she was unsure how to progress. Whilst her slow stroking seemed to please Peeta, she didn't want to just do that. Something in her wanted to go further, and with rational thought now gone, she was ready to try.
Slowly she removed her hand from Peeta's erection, and was met with an unhappy groan. Now smirking herself she glanced up at his face and bowed her head down to his swollen shaft. With a look on her face much more confident than she felt, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, touching it to the head of his erection. Again, it was a new and odd sensation, but the noises that Peeta was making encouraged her to continue, lowering her mouth down over the head of his erection.
A thought at the back of Gale's head sent a stab of guilt into what little remained of her higher brain functions. This was Katniss' fiancé here, her best friend's boyfriend. A part of her wanted to stop, but when she heard Peeta groan above her those thoughts dissipated like vapour.
Taking him properly into her mouth was difficult. He was thick, and after a few moments his length made her gag reflex a problem. Thankfully she could still breathe through her nose without much difficulty. The feeling of a hand going to her head surprised her, but there was little that hadn't that day.
The hand knotted itself in her hair and began to guide her mouth up and down his shaft. Gale did just as he wished for the most part: although the groans he made when she ran her tongue up and down his shaft showed that her mind could at least keep up with his.
The process continued like that for a while, Gale's head being guided up and down Peeta's length. Eventually though she felt his hands guiding her off his shaft and onto her back. She went willingly; at this point he was completely in control.
Things felt as if she was the one who was on drugs. The rest of her clothes had somehow vanished, and now the only clothing Peeta had was the bandages on his wounds. Time seemed somehow to both race and crawl at once as Peeta positioned himself between her legs. This wasn't the way she'd imagined her first time. Then again, she doubted many girls dreamt of their best friend's drugged fiancé.
Still she had anticipated something a tad more romantic than a grinning Peeta thrusting his entire, prodigious length into her with little warning.
She'd expected the pain. It wasn't as bad as she had expected, girls she'd talk to before had told her it was like a burning hot poker. This was nowhere near as bad as they had said. That didn't make it painless though.
Gale's thoughts were, however, interrupted by Peeta drawing himself out of her then thrusting back into her. The pain wasn't gone, indeed the thrust made it spike momentarily, but it was receding away gradually.
Peeta began to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, and before too long the only thought Gale had was the sensation of his manhood gliding in and out of her. Up until then she'd been mostly quiet. Now his thrusting elicited the occasional gasp or moan, and though she was unsure she thought his name might have passed her lips when one clever hand slid downwards to teasingly massage her clit.
Gale never did find out how long they were like that. It could have been twenty minutes or it could have been untold hours. All she knew was that eventually she could feel something building in her core, and before long her orgasm washed over her, her muscles tightening around Peeta's shaft.
Peeta didn't outlast Gale by much. He only managed a few more thrusts as she tightened around him before one thrust buried him and his release inside of her.
Gale stayed underneath Peeta for some time, trying to recover her wits and her breath. It took her a while to realise that Peeta's gasps for breath had changed to snores. Bastard, it seemed that some of the information about sex that she'd gleaned from other girls hadn't been overexagerated.
She pushed her partner off of her, his spent shaft sliding out of her as he rolled to the side. He didn't stir. The medicine, his wound and his tiredness would keep him out for some time. Hopefully he'd dismiss what had happened as a fever dream. Gale had had those before and they could be crazy, it would hopefully be easy to convince Peeta that was what was in his head as long as everyone was clothed when he awoke.
Still, a part of Gale didn't want him to forget, that part wanted to do that again. She didn't of course harbour any romantic aspirations for Peeta, that would just be dumb. But the sex had been surprisingly good. Maybe with enough persuasion she could convince Katniss of the benefits of an arrangement....or if not that they could always share...