A/N: So here it is! The first chapter of the sequel to "It Was A Lie". The prequel received so much attention, that I just had to keep it going. Besides, what kind of story ends right at the beginning of the Rebellion? I couldn't do that to y'all. So, I sat down this morning, and wrote the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Fair Warning: This chapter contains a graphic Everlark sex scene. You've been notified.

Enjoy! Let me know how you like it! The more reviews I get, the faster I'm inclined to write the next chapter!

The hovercraft is fairly large. There's a smattering of other people on it already, and I recognize them as the families of some of our fellow Rebel Victors. We greet them politely as we make our way through to our seats.

There are monitors set up showing the Games, but as it is the middle of the night, not much is going on. Grayson and Annabel are still standing guard at the front of the cave, with the two Career girls next to them.

The rear ramp is raised and the hovercraft begins its ascent. I look out a porthole and take one last look at the Capitol. I hope the next time I see it, it will be on very different terms.

Because we need to keep our stealth, we apparently have to travel fairly slowly. It will take most of the day to get to 13, I'm guessing. I'm okay with that, as long as we do get there eventually.

I sit next to Peeta, and we each take a twin in our lap. I'm slowly smoothing down Eve's beautiful dark locks while Peeta is making funny faces at Josh. Most of the other passengers are watching us with small smiles, but we've learned to mostly block that out.

A few hours later the sun begins to rise. As I stare out a small window showing Eve, I realize something.

We're traveling north. We should be traveling east.

I nudge Peeta and nod towards the sun. After a moment of smiling at its beauty, he turns and sees my scowl. He turns back to the sun, and after a moment it dawns on him. His eyes narrow in anger.

"Let's give the twins to Prim and mom," Peeta whispers. I nod.

Quietly, we get up out of our seats and hand Josh and Eve to my mom and Prim. They don't question us, seeing the looks on our faces. Once our arms are free, Peeta reaches out and takes my hand.

"What should we do?" He asks softly.

"We're going to the cockpit and finding out what the hell is going on," I inform him.

He nods in agreement. We haven't changed or anything, so we're still wearing our uniforms, tac vests, and thigh holsters.

We make sure nobody is watching as we quickly but stealthily make out way to the front of the hovercraft. We pause outside the door to the cockpit.

"I trust you," Peeta whispers, cradling my cheek with his left hand. It reminds me of when we confronted his mom. Just like then, I take his hand and kiss his wedding ring. He does the same with mine.

We lean in for one chaste kiss on the lips, then I swing the door open forcefully.

There's only a pilot and a co-pilot inside. The pilot is a man, probably in his late thirties, and the co-pilot is a woman who looks to be in her late twenties.

Both of their head whip around at the sound of the door opening.

"Where are we going?" I demand.

"Please return to your seat, ma'am," the pilot orders.

"Shut up. I asked you where we're going," I snap back.

"Our flight plan is confidential," he replies smugly.

I roll my eyes.

Before anyone can react, I've quick drawn my pistol and have the barrel flush against his temple.

"I'll ask you once more. Where – are – we – going?"

"The Arena," he whimpers.

My eyes widen and I'm sure Peeta's do as well.

"What? We're supposed to go straight to 13," I say to nobody in particular.

"My orders are to aid in the evacuation," the pilot relays.

"Well you have new orders," I inform him. "Take us directly to District 13."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I'm under orders from the military of 13. I am to report to the armada at the Arena."

"I don't give a shit," I spit. For good measure, I rack the slide and chamber a round. The sound alone is enough to make him quake in his boots. "We're going to 13. We have a deal in place with President Coin."

"I'm not aware of any deal," the pilot tells me smugly. "We will be going to the Arena. I'm not getting thrown in the stockade because some whiny little girl doesn't want to fight."

I'm fed up with him, so I reach back and pistol-whip him across the cheek.

I turn to the co-pilot, who looks absolutely petrified.

"Can you fly this thing by yourself?" I ask her pointedly.

She nods shakily.

"Good."

I turn back to the pilot and make a show of taking the safety off.

"Last chance," I warn.

"I'd listen to my wife," Peeta speaks up for the first time. "Trust me, buddy, you do not want to see that side of her."

I scowl at him but only for a moment.

"Why?" He asks indignantly.

I sigh.

"My two infant children are on board this hovercraft. If you think for even a moment that I'm letting them get anywhere near that damned Arena, you're insane. Not to mention my husband, sister, mother, and the families of many other Victors. Now turn this hovercraft east in the next five seconds or your partner here is getting a battlefield promotion."

"I don't have to take orders from you," he says defiantly.

"The hell you don't. Look at my uniform, jackass. I'm a Colonel. You're a Flight Lieutenant. Who ranks higher?"

He sees my rank, which honestly he should've noticed earlier, and eventually reaches over and punches in some commands to the GPS guidance system. I feel the hovercraft turn east, and my body relaxes a bit.

"That's better," I tell him as I holster my pistol. "Now our next stop will be District 13, correct?"

"I'm reporting you when we land," he says without looking at me.

I chuckle and shake my head, as does Peeta.

"Do whatever you want. We don't care."

I turn to Peeta and he's smiling wide at me. I'm sure my little show with my pistol got his juices flowing, I know mine are.

We exit the cockpit quietly and look around. Everyone is either asleep or distracted. Even Prim and my mom don't notice us as they are engrossed in playing with the twins. Peeta looks to me and winks saucily. I find myself heating up quickly. He leans over and whispers in my ear.

"Let's go find that bathroom."

Now I'm positive I need a change of panties.

He takes me by the hand forcefully, which he knows I love, and starts leading me towards the back of the hovercraft and a door marked 'Head'.

As soon as the door is closed behind us, I'm shoved up against it, Peeta's lips on any of my exposed skin.

"God you're sexy," he mutters.

"Pot calling the kettle black," I mumble back smiling.

Next comes the choreographed ballet of trying to rid ourselves of our many clothes. Once he gets my upper body down to just my bra, he's become so impatient that he just rips my bottoms down to my ankles and quits.

I reach down and unzip him, pulling out his already rock hard erection. I link my arms around his neck and hoist myself up, wrapping my legs around him.

I take one hand and grasp him, helping guide him into me.

"We have to be quiet," he whispers between kisses. "Everyone is literally on the other side of this door."

"Shut up and fuck me," I command.

He smirks and kisses me again, and I feel his length fill me up. I moan in pleasure, feeling whole once again. We haven't made love since the night before last. That's far too long in our marriage. It might be the longest we've gone since I gave birth.

His thrusts are powerful and possessive, and I love it. He saw the crew ogling me as we boarded, knowing how good I look in my uniform. I felt it when he pulled me closer to him. I know he needs reassurance every now and then, and if this is how he gets it, I'm more than happy to oblige him.

"Oh my god Peeta, right there baby," I groan as he dives a hand between my legs to egg me on.

Moments later, I'm coming, the orgasm racking through me as Peeta doesn't stop thrusting for a second. I moan his name into his ear, telling him how much of a man he is, that only he can make me feel this way.

"If you love me, you'll keep fucking me," I whimper as I finally come back under control.

"You don't have to worry about that baby," he smirks and kisses me. God I love this man.

A minute later, he shifts our bodies and plops my behind down on the small counter. It allows him a better angle to push into me, and a whole new sensation takes over.

"Ohhhh," Peeta groans as I reach down to grasp his balls between my fingers, massaging my slowly and lovingly.

"You like when I do that?" I ask. He nods.

"You're so tight," he moans as he slides all the way in again.

"And I'm all yours baby. This," I reach down and place his hand atop my folds, "is yours."

He smiles wide at me and I grab the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto mine.

"What about these?" He asks giddily while fondling my breasts.

"Well right now, they're all yours," I tease. "Sometimes you'll have to share them though."

We both giggle, and he leans down to take each one of my nipples in his mouth separately.

"Don't stop Peeta," I beg as he continues his ministrations. "I'm going to come again."

"Please let it go baby," he coaxes me, "let it all go and let me hold you."

I do, and it's magical. As it causes my body to shudder, he holds me up, continuing to slide in and out of me, prolonging my ecstasy.

Now that I've had multiple releases, I'm determined to get Peeta to his own. Knowing that, I reach down and place two fingers at the base of his erection, gently stroking him as he thrusts inside me.

"Holy shit," he whimpers.

"Thought you'd like that," I whisper.

He nods enthusiastically.

"Don't stop Kat," he pleads. In response I just speed up my actions.

"I want you to come, Peeta," I whisper in his ear. "I want you to come inside me and look me in the eye. I want your entire load in my pussy. Now, Peeta, come inside me."

I drive him over the edge he was teetering on, and his face contorts into joyous and pleasured expressions as he reaches his own orgasm. I goad him into it, massaging his balls and staring him straight in the eye as he explodes inside of me.

When he's finished, he collapses, his arms holding him up from tumbling onto me, as I'm still under him.

He's about to pull out when I stop him.

"No. I need you inside me a little longer," I say in a tiny voice, unlike myself.

"Okay," he grins. I reach up and kiss him hard.

"See? I told you we'd find new and exciting places to have sex," I tease, reminding him of our previous conversation.

"My wife is always right."

"Good boy," I joke, kissing the tip of his nose.

A few minutes later, we've cleaned each other up and re-dressed. I try to smooth down his hair, as it's fairly obvious I've been running my fingers through it in passion. Peeta has to re-braid my hair, as he took it out in the middle of our lovemaking.

I crack the door open and am happy to see nobody looking our way. We quickly dart out and shut the door gently behind us.

We make it to our seats without incident, but when we do, I look up and see one set of eyes staring us down.

Of course, it's Prim. And she's smirking knowingly. She shakes her head in disbelief and goes back to entertaining Josh in her lap. I blush incredibly deeply and Peeta lets me bury my face into his chest.

"It's so embarrassing," I say barely above a whisper.

"I know," he says into the top of my head. "But at least it's Prim, not your mom."

I shudder at the thought of my mother catching us coming back from one of our many trysts. I can't even imagine the talking-to we'd get then. Hopefully Prim keeps her mouth shut.

A half-hour later, we retrieve the twins and they're obviously happy to see mommy and daddy. We spend the rest of the time playing with them, trying to forget about where we are and where we're going. Especially why.

Around seven in the morning, the hovercraft begins its descent. We're almost there. Apparently when we set the course straight, they sped up.

A few minutes later, we feel the craft dock, and the big clamps click into place.

The rear ramp slowly lowers, revealing a platoon of soldiers dressed in grab grey uniforms standing in formation.

In the front of them, exactly in the middle of the formation, stands President Alma Coin. She steps up a couple feet and speaks to us.

"Welcome to District 13."