The Real 94th Hunger Games

By: LordHomeless

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games and all related material belong to Suzanne Collins. I do not own any copyrights to her work.

[Katniss and Peeta are in the cave after the announcement of the two tributes from the same district may win the games. Peeta's leg infection has worsened.]

I could do nothing at this point. I was so scared. I did all I could, Peeta knows I'm not a medic. I could only hold back my tears as I saw the gravity of the wound. If only I found him sooner.

I just stared at his poorly bandaged leg, at this point it had to be crawling with infections and puss, and there was nothing I could do.

While I held an expression that could only be agony, I finally had the courage to look at Peeta's face, it was only worse for me that he wore one of his great, big beautiful smiles.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked him.

"It really isn't as bad as it looks." He said.

"Not as bad as it looks! Peeta, please!" I choked out the last part, I couldn't help it.

He weakly reached out to touch my face, I desperately tried to hold back my tears. I could feel his big hand gently caress my cheek, as if I were the one who needed comfort at this moment.

"I'm going to die." He said.

"No… you won't"

"I will, Katniss."

"No! You can't die!" Tears were streaming down my face at this point, I don't want Peeta to die. He responded with a weak smile that could only mean pity. Pity for me.

"What can I do Peeta? What do you want me to do?" I said.

"Nothing Katniss, this is all I need."

I laid down next to him and rested my head on his strong chest. "Nothing… ?"

He put his arm around me, and I cuddles up close to him, he looked down at me with such sweet, loving eyes. He really does love me.

"Well, if I'm going to die, I guess I can ask you this one thing…" He said softly.

"What Peeta? Anything." I responded.

"Kiss me…" He said even softer.

"Kiss you? Again? Is that all you want?" I responded rather loudly, his expression quickly told me to speak softer.

"Kiss me… like you mean it." He said, as softly as ever.

Peeta wanted a real kiss, not a staged one, and he says it as softly as he can so the cameras won't hear him and reveal to everyone this "star-crossed lovers" thing is just an act. I don't how to kiss someone for real, I don't know what a real kiss feels like.

"Okay…" I said, softly.

I closed my eyes and gently moved closer to Peeta. My lips seeked his lips as his arms held me closer and tighter. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally felt it. Peeta had such soft lips for such a strong man, and the way they felt against mine was like nothing I'd ever felt before. His lips moved with mine, and without making any effort my lips reciprocated the movement. I wasn't controlling my body anymore, the passion between us was pulling the strings. I felt him grip my body close, and our lips moved in harmony as if they were dancing, but the oddest thing, the absolute weirdest aspect of this moment is that it was the best moment of my life.

When I opened my eyes, I thought twenty five years had gone by, when in actuality the kiss lasted a little more than five seconds. And the way he looked into my eyes at this point were like needles poking into my soul, trying to convince me to move, to get more. I needed more.

I jumped on him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him so fervently I thought I was hurting him. My worries disappeared once I felt his muscular arms wrap around my waist tighter than anybody had ever held me before. While I kissed him I could hear myself making pleasant moaning sounds from behind my lips, I wondered if that bothered Peeta.

Apparently it didn't, because he returned my moans with shorter ones that sounded so much more attractive than mine. It only made me want him more. Suddenly, I felt something running down my cheek, but it wasn't a tear, I was no longer crying, it was a bead of sweat. Suddenly, it was scorching in our little cave, I was choking, I couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to stop kissing Peeta. I pulled my lips away from his for a second, half a second, half of half of a second and I took off my shirt. Before I could see Peeta's reaction, my lips were already back on his. I didn't care, I just wanted this feeling.

I could feel my skin rub against Peeta's strong chest, it made me shudder. It wasn't a bad shudder, quite the opposite, I liked it, but what is this? While I questioned the reactions of my body and savored every jiffy of Peeta's lips, I didn't notice Peeta's hand was off my back until I felt his hand gently feeling my breast.

I wanted to slap him, how dare he touch me that way? That was the first thought that went through my mind, but again, my body betrayed me, and my thought vanished as I felt him gently cupping and clasping my breast in his hand. It felt so good! I didn't want him to stop! I ran my hands down his chest and ripped off whatever remains of his shirt he had left. My hands felt every inch of his muscular chest and every crease of his body. My fingers ran down his chest to his stone-like abdominals, and with every second of us being in contact, I felt the heat in our cave increasing exponentially.

Again I couldn't breathe, I was sweating, so I parted my lips from his in a gasp just so I could catch my breath. I looked up at the ceiling of the cave while I gasped for air.

"What am I doing? What's going on?" I asked myself, my mind was at a blank.

I tried to ponder the answers to those questions for about a second, then my mind was interrupted by a new feeling. It was Peeta's lips, but not on mine, I looked down and saw my beautiful, sexy Peeta as he had his lips around my nipple. Whatever attempts I had to catch my breath were folly, because Peeta's lips on my breath caused my blood to run so violently I must've been breathing faster. Exasperated, lightheaded and downright lost in this storm of passion and pleasure, I couldn't control myself from letting out a long moan.

As Peeta ran his wicked tongue around my hard nipple, I took notice of what I was sitting on. I was sitting on Peeta's lap, and from under me, I could feel something rather big poking upwards. Could it be? Was that Peeta's penis fully erect?

I've never seen a penis before, much less do I know how to handle it. I bit my lip, I was so lost, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. The only thing I know is that I don't want it to stop.

"Peeta!" I moaned out. He looked up at me. "Do whatever you want to me."

And with those six words I sealed my fate for the night. I must've sounded unsure because Peeta took full control. Peeta took off my pants before I caught notice, and the next thing I know I was completely naked on top of Peeta. Nobody's ever seen me naked.

Next thing I know, I saw it. Peeta pulled down his pants and up came such a long, thick rod of flesh. It was amazing, I wanted to touch it, I wanted to taste it, I wanted that cock.

Next thing I know, Peeta's penis is inside of me. I saw the thing for a second, I didn't even see it go inside of my little, tight twat, but I felt it. I could only feel that huge rod bury inside of me, and the only thing I could do was throw my head back and scream. I screamed out in pleasure, I thought the kiss was the greatest thing I'd ever felt. Having Peeta's cock inside of me was twenty times as good. I screamed while he put his hands on my hips and pulled me down on his cock. I felt Peeta pull me down and push me up, and I felt his cock slide in and out of my moist little pussy. With every second, the movement was getting faster and harder. Faster and harder. Faster and harder!

Peeta's lips were back on my nipple, and he licked and he sucked my nipple as he helped me jump on his cock. This was definitely the best time of my life. This was the greatest experience I've ever had. Nothing else mattered but this fuck. And just like that, I felt Peeta's seed rush inside me.

With one final loud moan, I gently dismounted Peeta's rod. I was conscious, but not aware. For a moment I forgot where I was, who I was, what was happening. The only thing I knew for sure is that Peeta and I had just made love; sweet, passionate, real love.

Once my mind fell back into place I decided to look down at the captor of my virginity. Peeta was on his back, looking at the ceiling. His penis was no longer flaccid, and the white substance was on the edge of my cunt, and in a mess all around our pubic areas. I laid down on Peeta and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"Is that real enough for you?" I coyly asked. No response.

Peeta was just blankly looking at the ceiling of the cave.

"Peeta? Peeta!" I shook him vehemently.

The thought was beginning to sink in as I heard the cannon blast.

This… this couldn't be happening. Peeta. My Peeta. I killed him.

The cave suddenly felt very cold, and my face was drenched with tears.

I stood up and ran away from his body. I ran out of the cave. I ran for as long as I could until I reached a small pond. I sat next to the pond and took a drink and washed my face. I was still in disbelief of how the greatest moment in my life had suddenly become my worst nightmare.

It took another look in the pond for me to realize I had just ran about a mile in a half naked. I looked down at my naked body and I gently rubbed a bit of Peeta's sperm from my vulva with my finger. I tasted it and I began to cry again.

Peeta's gone. Peeta's dead. Peeta's gone forever.

As I saw my tears drip onto the grass, I heard some rustling in the bushes and instantly stood up.

I wasn't alone.