Oh hello insomnia. I haven't visited you in a while.
Okey-dokey, this is my first attempted at a Peeniss and or Everlark fic! Yay, three cheers for the Hunger Games! Now I could go on a rant about how choosing teams is ridiculous, (and very Twilight-ish, jussayin) but I'm not going to waste your time with that!
I hate all the long fics about angst after Mockingjay, so this is just a stupid little one shot.
Here goes nothing.
I loved watching Peeta bake. It was relaxing. Watching his steady hands kneed dough. He always offers to teach me how to bake, even though he's witnessed first hand what a disaster that can be. At the moment his strong arms massaged the bread.
"Finished." He announced, I peeked at the raw bread and it was as gorgeous as ever, just waiting to be put into the large oven. "Would you like to do the honors?" He asked, offering a small bowl of cheese to me; knowing I loved cheese breads the most.
I hopped off of my perch on a stool, and walked over to him. Man was this room hot, I threw my hair up and pulled my top off, leaving me in khaki shorts and a tank top. I grabbed the cheese from Peeta and started sprinkling the aged Fleur de Lait over the pale bun.
"Good?" I asked Peeta
"Beautiful." He replied not even glancing at the bread, but locking my brown eyes with his clear blue ones.
I smiled at him, and kissed his nose.
Peeta placed the bread in the oven, then wrapped his arms around me, not caring about the warm weather or the sweat that was starting to form on my eyebrows.
"It's a bit toasty in here. Shall we step outside?" He smiled
I nodded and we made our way outside, sitting in the small porch swing Peeta had bought in memory of his mother. The sun was just starting to set, displaying Peeta's favorite color of orange.
I kissed his lips; a small peck, and that's when the mood changed, from lazy and loving to quick and needy.
I saw the way his face was framed by his honey colored hair, a bit overgrown, and the way his white t-shirt clung to his sculpted muscles because of the slight perspiration that the weather and the heat of the bakery had caused.
I didn't want to freak Peeta out due to my abrupt change of mood, so I slowly crawled into his lap, kissing him, slowly. I licked his lip, asking for permission, and I believe that's when he realized my new thought on the situation. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I nibbled on his neck, satisfied with the sounds I got in return.
"You love me, real or not real?" I whispered in his ear
"Real." He said kissing me.
Fluff because I didn't feel like writing smut.
Just tell me if you wanted that little kissing scene to go any further(;