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I haven't posted on this site in a while but I've been kinda practicing writing IRL and stuff like that so I decided to try again. I really think this is a good lemon! If you agree please tell me, and if not please (nicely) tell me why so I can fix it! Otherwise - enjoy!
The class assignment will always match the task at hand. That just seems to be the norm in a literature class of high-schoolers who each think that their own problem is the end of the world. Still, I can't help but think how ridiculous my own problem seems when compared to a story about two young lovers who kill themselves because their families have such a strong hatred towards each other. There is a difference, though. These young lovers only knew each other for less than a week when they decided that they were madly in love. We have known each other for years. Not that anyone else knows that.
I look up from my paper, only to find that he is staring right back at me from the other side of the room. He looks away immediately and focuses instead on the teacher, who continues to babble on about the tragic deaths of the lovers. I look through the window near my desk and sigh, wishing that I could be out there with him. This class, the last one of the day, always seems to drag on.
"Katniss."
The teacher looks at me from the front of the room and raises an eyebrow. She is obviously prepared to ask me a question. And it is even more obvious that she thinks I will give her the wrong answer.
"Do you think it was sensible for the two young lovers to meet secretly against their families' wishes?"
Without even looking, I can already feel his bright blue eyes on me. I sigh, as if I am deep in thought, before answering her question.
"Yes, I think so," I say slowly, glancing at him.
"And why do you say that?"
"Because..." I twirl my pen between my fingers. "It's obvious that they have strong feelings for each other. And in the mind of a young teenager, those feelings need to be acknowledged. They wanted to show their love for each other, and they wanted to show their parents that it is their choice who they will love."
I look at him briefly to see the small smile that has formed on his face.
"A middle school level analysis." I roll my eyes, as she returns to the chalkboard. "Still better than your usual responses, Ms. Everdeen."
"Thanks," I mutter, returning my attention to the window.
For the remainder of the class, I glance at the teacher, watch the window, and discreetly look at him. I can tell that he is drawing throughout the entire lesson, and I smile, knowing exactly what is on his paper. He looks back at me only once more and smiles before he continues to sketch. Finally, after what seems like hours, the bell rings, indicating that the class has ended. He stands up and glances at me, as I meet my friend, Madge in the front of the room.
"Today was too long," Madge sighs. "Oh well. You free later?"
"No, sorry." I glance at him, speaking purposefully. "I have plans later. With Prim."
"Ah, sucks..." She shrugs. "Maybe another time."
I nod as we continue down the hallway together. Waves of students rush past me, excited about their Friday night plans. As I walk I overhear at least ten different people talking about parties and getting drunk, and I can't help but smile knowing that what's waiting for me is so much better.
"Do you need a ride?" I ask, as I do every time we walk out of the building.
"No, I'm okay," she smiles. "Gale said he'd pick me up!"
"Oh, you lucky girl," I say, rolling my eyes.
"That I am!"
She giggles and says 'goodbye' before rushing off toward the parking lot. I snort as I watch her before continuing to my own car. Prim decided to go home with her friend, Rue, today which means I can go straight to my destination without dropping her off first. As I drive, I can't help but smile to myself. My heart is racing just at the thought of what I'm about to do. I'm so excited that I almost drive right past the bakery. Luckily, I manage to stop and find a parking spot before I get too far from it.
I take a deep breath and shut off my car. As I get out I look around at all the people walking through the town. It seems to be mostly children returning from school and adults returning from work. I look back and forth before I begin to walk toward the bakery doors. With a smile, I push open the door and hear the familiar chiming of the bells.
As soon as I walk in, I'm greeted by the warmth and the sweet smell of the flour, sugar, cinnamon, and everything that makes this bakery what it is. It is completely empty, considering the time. The ceiling fan rotates slowly, to keep the room from getting too hot, but otherwise, the room is completely still. I breathe in the air for a moment before meandering behind the counter and into the back room.
I smile as my eyes find him in the corner of the room, with his back turned to me. He lifts a bag of flour showing off the toned muscles in his arms. I bite my lip and press my legs together as I imagine those arms wrapped around my body. He looks around and does a double-take when he sees me. He smiles and lowers the flour onto the ground again and then rushes over to me.
"I was starting to wonder where you were."
"Did you think I forgot?" I smirk.
That smirk quickly disappears from my face, as he lowers his lips to my neck.
"Not after what you said in class today." He presses his lips against my skin and I shudder at the feeling of his breath. "You could never forget, you look forward to this way too much."
"Can't argue with that."
I close my eyes and tilt my head back until I hit the wall behind me as he sucks on my neck, looking for my sensitive spot. His hands squeeze my hips before trailing up and down my body. In turn, my hands roam up his muscular torso until they meet behind his neck. I let out a whimper as he finds the most sensitive spot on my neck and starts sucking on it and grazing it with his teeth. He groans against my skin and begins to push the strap of my shirt off of my shoulder.
"Peeta," I breathe out. "When are your parents coming back?"
"Don't worry about it," he mutters, slowly creating a trail of kisses down to exposed shoulder. "We have plenty of time."
My breathing turns into panting as he sucks on my skin and slowly slides his hand onto my inner thigh. His hand is moving so painfully slow that it takes all of my self control to keep myself from reaching down and guiding it myself. I throw my head back and groan as he presses his thumb against the area between my legs through my clothes. When I open my eyes, I am face-to-face with him and I am mesmerized by the dark color of his usually bright eyes. He presses his lips against mine in a rough kiss as he hoists me up so that my legs are around his waist. I smile against his lips, already knowing where he is taking me. I make sure to wait until he has gotten up the stairs before I press my hips against his. He groans into my mouth and stumbles for a moment before regaining his balance.
As soon as we reach his bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him and throws me onto the bed. Without breaking eye contact, he pulls off his T-shirt- revealing his muscular torso- and crawls on top of me. I barely have a chance to take in the sight of his perfect body before his lips are on mine again. I run my hands over his chest and broad shoulders and he sighs into my mouth. It's not enough. I pull away from him and sit up.
He breathes shakily as I pull my shirt over my head, throw it to he ground, and reach behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. The second that it touches the floor, he is on top of me again. This time his hands explore the newly exposed skin as he slowly moves his lips away from mine. His lips linger on my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, my chest. I gasp as he glides his tongue over my breast. I arch my back and let my hips come off the bed as he sucks on my breast and uses his hand to massage the other. He teases my nipples and I begin to breathe so hard that I think I might reach my climax right then and there. My fingers tug lightly at his hair as I squirm around underneath him.
My eyes close and my mouth hangs open so that any and all moans can come out freely. His tongue and hand working on my breasts feel so good that I barely even notice it when he starts moving down again. He spreads kisses around my stomach as his hands undo the zipper of my jeans and pull them from my legs. I open my eyes just as he looks up at me, silently asking for permission. I nod and he slowly pulls my underwear off as well. I shudder in anticipation, as he slowly trails a hand down my chest, to my stomach, my hips, and then...
"Ah!" I cry out as he slides a finger between my folds.
My hips raise in the direction of his hand, searching for the friction that my center craves. He smirks at me but gladly gives in. He slowly fingers me, feeling how wet I am for him. I whimper as his finger brushes against my throbbing clit. He smirks at me -knowing how easily he could make me orgasm by paying attention to this little bundle of nerves. But instead he decides to tease me.
"You're so wet," he mutters as he presses a finger against me again and watches me throw my head back and moan. When I look up at him, he brushes his finger against me so lightly that I can just barely feel him. "Do you want it?"
"I-" My panting makes it difficult to speak.
"Say it, Katniss." His eyes seem ever darker than before. "Tell me you want it."
"I... I want it, Peeta." I try to keep myself under control. "I want you."
As soon as those words leave my mouth, and restraint that either of us had is gone. Without missing a beat Peeta lowers his lips between my legs and begins to lick and suck on my wet clit. I gasp as my hands latch onto the bed sheets for dear life. I almost scream as he pleasures me with his mouth, making my entire center ache. His hands hold onto my hips to keep them on the bed as my body writhes in pleasure. He pushes his tongue inside of me and I whimper as he sucks on my wetness. I can feel myself getting closer by the second as he pleasures me like only he can. He pulls my clit into his mouth with his tongue, throwing me into one of the best orgasms I've ever had. I moan and yell his name as every muscle in my body seems to tense and relax. He continues to suck on me as I ride out my orgasm until I finally pull him back up to me. I pull his head down until his lips reach mine and give him the best kiss that I can post-orgasm. I can taste myself on his lips and I can't help but groan just at the thought.
"Would you like me to return the favor?" I smirk lazily as I slowly reach down to feel how hard he is even through his jeans.
He hisses at the contact but quickly shakes his head.
"Katniss, I really don't think I can last that long right now. I need to be inside of you."
His words make my heart race. I only manage to nod as he tugs his pants and boxers off of his legs and drops them onto the floor. He crawls on top of me, letting me see that he is hard and definitely ready for me. My breathing picks up again as I start to feel excited again just at the thought of what he is about to do to me. I wrap my legs around his waist and groan as he slowly rubs his hard member against my clit to prepare me. He pulls away for just a moment before I feel him enter my tight center. I throw my head back as he slowly thrusts into me, rubbing my thighs the entire time. I run my hands over the tight muscles on his shoulders and his back and watch his face as he pants with each thrust and a thin layer of sweat starts to form on his body.
My entire body heats up as well when he finds that perfect spot inside of me. I whimper as he hits my spot with each thrust. I push my hips against his at the same rhythm as he starts to move in and out of my faster.
"Faster," I whine as the pleasure builds. "Harder. Peeta, fuck me harder!"
That's all I needed to say. He grabs my hips and rams into me, making me scream. While still fucking me into oblivion, he removes one of his hands from my hips and starts to rub my clit. And I swear I can see stars. My mouth hangs open letting out my screams of pleasure. My entire area is throbbing and aching yet I never want this to end. But the pleasure become to much. At the same time, Peeta presses down on my clit and thrusts into me and my entire body begins to convulse uncontrollably. I am vaguely aware of Peeta groaning and releasing inside of me before he collapses on top of me.
For quite some time we both just lie there- panting- trying so hard to catch our breath. Finally after what seems like forever, Peeta slowly pulls out of me and slowly rolls over so that he is lying next to me. Both of us are still panting when we look at each other and smile.
"That was incredible," I barely manage to whisper.
"I'll say." He nuzzles his nose into my hair. "We should do it more often."
"How often can we do it if your parents are always home?"
I immediately regret saying that since he goes completely quiet for quite some time. He slowly strokes my hair and stares at the ceiling before sighing.
"I'll tell them the truth."
I can't help but feel surprised. We have always been sneaking around behind our parents' backs. We thought it was just better and easier that way. Plus we both know how much his mother hates me and my family. We both knew how horribly she would react if he ever told her about us. He couldn't possibly be serious.
"You will?"
"Yes," he says more certainly this time- looking into my eyes. "I have to. We can't keep sneaking around like this. I love you, Katniss. I want everyone to know it. Is that okay?"
I stare at him for a few moments before slowly nodding and intertwining my fingers with his.
"I love you too," I tell him. "And I think everyone should know that."
He smiles and pulls me into his chest. With his arms wrapped around me so tightly I feel completely safe and happy. Still I can't help but worry about what will happen when we tell our parents. I hope that this doesn't end like that story from English class. I only hope that they will accept us.
I hope you enjoyed it and I hope the lemon was okay! :P Please review to tell me what you think - I love hearing your opinion!