Author's Note: I know I am working on other stories but the Hunger Games have been stuck in my head for the past couple of weeks and I wanted a nice little fluffy story. I also hold the view that Katniss didn't deserve Peeta but I still wanted them to be together. Listening to This is how we do by Katy Perry geared me up to write this. I think if I hadn't written this I would have held onto this for a lot longer then I should.
I'd just like to chuck a massive shout out to my best friend TheCongressman for helping me! There were some issues that presenting themselves in this story, he is an amazing writer with his own stories and went out of his way to help me with this :) I'd also like to thank my editor who also helped me with some grammatical and storyline issues. She is a kind, generous darling who is always there for anyone in need.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, but if I did well … it would go a little like the following.
XOXOXO
As the train pulled into the station I looked to my left at the boy who had stuck it out with me. Victory Tour has been daunting, but I have Peeta with me. The Boy with the Bread. MY Boy with the Bread. I got myself out of the games and I managed to keep him with me as well. In the arena I was acting to keep myself alive but I ended up with the one person I owe my exsistance to and we saved each other this time. The stupid people in the Capitol ate up our 'love story' and kept sending the money that allowed Haymitch to send us the packages keeping us safe. Keeping us with each other.
"The final stop," I say nervously as I walk over and take his strong hand in mine. He looks into my eyes and smiles his gentle smile.
As we have been travelling through the districts and as the appalling reality has been exposed I feel myself needing him more. I need him with me to sleep through the nightmares. I need him beside me making our speeches. I need his strong presence as we watch the horrors that are broadcast on the televisions. His smile lifts my spirits and I feel myself returning his smile.
"Get ready my darlings," Effie chirps from behind us. "Your adoring fans await." She claps her hands as she looks out the window at all the people gathered at the train station.
Peeta and I exchange looks. I roll my eyes as he shrugs.
He steps closer to me and I get a whiff of the shower scent he used this morning. Lemons and limes. My favourite. I lean my head on his shoulder as he releases my hand and put his arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer to him. Closing my eyes I inhale his scent with a big sniff. He seems to have been using this particular smell more often than he used the other scents. I liked the cinnamon, the red grapefruit and the sandalwood that he had been playing around with in the last week but this one has been my favourite by far.
The lemons remind me of when my mother sent Prim and I to go and buy some groceries a few months back. I had been back from the Games for about 2 months. She needed specific things and I couldn't remember the whole list so Prim had accompanied me. We had just bought a the lemons for mother's lemon merangue pie and Prim asked me if Peeta's and mine relationship was real. I told her I wasn't sure as I was confused about my feelings for him. She asked me if I loved him. Putting me on the spot made me think seriously about my feelings. I couldn't lie to her, she was my sister. After a few moments of silence she said "If you love him then there is nothing to be confused about, he loves you too."
"I know that" I replied defensively, "and I love him too."
XOXOXO
"Eyes open Princess," he whispers in my ear just as the train comes to a stop.
I open my eyes and look up into his kind blue eyes. I hear the door open but I don't listen. All of my focus is on Peeta's lips that are inches from colliding with mine. It is all I care about. Back in the arena whenever Peeta kissed me I had to concentrate on not pushing him away; now my emotional reaction is quite different. All I want to do now is pull him closer and melt our lips together until someone drags us apart. I think there are butterflies wrestling in my stomach. We have an audience watching us. They let out an excited roar of approval, full of cheers and woots.
The kiss starts out soft and gentle, but it quickly becomes more heated. His lips become aggressively possessive. The hand he had around my shoulders has moved to my waist, grasping at the delicate blue silk shirt I have chosen today (to match his eyes). His other hand is cupping my face as his thumb stokes my cheek. His tongue is searching for entrance into my mouth and I allow him in. As his tongue explores and massages my own, I have moved one of my hands into the back pocket of his pants groping his behind and my other hand is at his waist pulling him harder against my own body. He draws my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it callously, before running his tongue over it soothingly. No matter how many times we have our little make out sessions it always feels like my first time kissing him and I seemingly fall more in love with him.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and groan. Peeta seems to have received the same tap on his shoulder because he breaks our kiss and looks behind him.
"Time for that later Sweetheart," Haymitch mutters under his breath as he pushes us both out of the train. He reeks of booze as normal but this time it is dampened by the soap smell that seems to be making a weak effort to cover any other smell that emanates from Haymitch.
We both disentangle ourselves from each other and turn to our audience. I blush instantly, going as red as a tomato. Peeta on the other hand takes my hand in his and presses a gentle kiss to the back of my hand and begins to lead me into the crowd. My Boy with the Bread always knows the right thing to do at the right time.
XOXOXO
3 months ago …
I am sitting out the back of my house, my mother and Prim are inside cooking dinner on our new stove. All I can do lately is think about the Hunger Games and the areana I have just been released from. I cannot burden them with the horrors that occurred.
"Should I go and visit him?" I think nervously. "No, don't bother him" a voice in my head.
I am nervous about seeing Peeta. We don't see each other a lot and I know we are going to have to continue this 'romance' we have going but I am not sure how I feel about it. Lately I have been thinking about how Peeta has felt about me for so long and how I'd never noticed. I am not sure how I feel about him. I can identify a few of my feels towards him … like guilt for not being able to repay him for the bread, and elation when I see him alive. And worst of all I am relieved when he comes into my carriage each night after I wake screaming from the nightmares. But there are some I cannot identify some of the other feelings like the excitement when I see him, or how nervous I am when I talk to him.
I hear footsteps behind me.
"What are you doing out here?" comes a timid voice "It is cold."
"Just thinking" I reply "wanna sit with me?" my heart skips a beat.
Peeta comes and sits beside me.
"How have you been?" he asks. I can tell he is nervous.
"Missing you" I say honestly and move closer to him.
XOXOXO
Going up the elevator to the apartment we are to stay in it is torturous being this close to Peeta and not being able to touch him as inappropriately as I'd like. Haymitch is downing his flask in one corner, Peeta is standing behind me and Effie is at the front of the elevator babbling about how we are going to have dinner and then go to bed early as we have "a jam-packed day tomorrow".
The elevator dings as it arrives at the penthouse and we follow Effie into the room.
I gasp at the amount of the food on the table. It still astounds me how much the people in the Capitol have. I know what most of the dishes are, I just haven't tried them all yet. They serve the same foods throughout the tour and I can't help but wonder if the Capitol is trying to make sure Peeta and I adjust to this life of excess. But in all honesty I don't think I will ever adjust to having this much while others have nothing. And I don't think Peeta will either. But that doesn't matter, as long as we stand side by side I think we will get through it.
After we are all 'finished' with dinner Effie announces she is going to her room to get some beauty sleep before tomorrow and suggests quite assertively that we should all do the same. At this point Haymitch gets up and stumbles past her into the awaiting elevator. Effie frowns at his lack of manners (big shock right?) but gets in the elevator with him.
"Where are you guys going?" I ask, slightly confused as to why they are getting in the elevator and not heading down the corridor.
"To OUR floors." Effie emphasises before closing the elevator doors and disappearing.
In the elevator she turns to Haymitch with a thoughtful look.
"I asked for separate levels for all of us." He grumbles before she can say anything, removing a flask from inside his jacket pocket. Effie frowns.
"Why?" she inquires suspiciously. Haymitch has never taken care of accommodation before, she always did it.
"Because I thought they'd need some alone time." He says taking a swig from his flask.
"What do you mean?" Effie demands angrily.
"Haven't you noticed a difference in them?" He asks rolling his eyes. Normally he wouldn't put up with Effie's ignorance but she needed to catch on.
"They get closer and more kissey as we go through the districts." She notes. He nods as she continues "and Peeta has been emerging from Katniss' carriage each morning."
The elevator dings breaking their conversation.
"I'll take this floor" Haymitch says walking out of the elevator "Think about it."
XOXOXO
"Well it looks like we have the place to ourselves" Peeta says getting up from his seat and walking down the corridor.
I quickly get up out of my chair and rush after him down the dark corridor.
"PEETA!" I call out. I can't see anything down the corridor and I have no idea where he went. I try and find a wall but I hit something strong, hard.
I fall down but don't hit the floor. A pair of strong hands catches me and picks me up. I am then suddenly pushed up against the wall I was searching for. My heart is racing and I am currently weighing up my options. Do I fight back? Do I freeze? Do I partake in what this person has planned? Suddenly my dress straps are being pulled down my shoulders and the buttons down my middle are being popped open one by one. I am about to kick my attacker in the balls but then a body is pressed up against mine. I instantly know who it is and I react specially.
I start to rub my hands up and down his chest and over his shoulders. Down the strong muscles of his arms. He sighs and starts to groan softly. I push his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. I can feel his growing erection pushing against me. Encouraged by this I wiggle my hips causing friction between us. The move has back fired on myself as I felt a rush of wetness pool in my panties.
"You looked amazing tonight" Peeta whispers as he start trailing soft kisses up and down my neck "I mean the interviews were torture. I was in agony sitting next to you dressed like this."
Now it is my turn to sigh as I lean further into him. When his kisses get to the corner of my mouth I take advantage of the minimal space between us and I tear his shirt open. I hear him gasp before I claim his lips with my own. I push my tongue into his open mouth and discover the deepest parts that I can find, as his hands roam all over my body. Gliding up over my thighs. Sliding up over my stomach. Slipping up my chest and momentarily stopping on my breasts. I break our kiss.
"Do it!" I whisper knowing what he wants.
Stepping back from me he grips the top of my dress and pulls his hands in separate directions tearing it down the middle. It reveals the black, lacy corset that Cinna has chosen for me (he had winked when he presented it to me; somehow he knew). My breasts are cupped securely and propped up emphasising their size. I hear Peeta gasp, and I see him swallow harshly. Taking advantage of his momentary lack of attention I crash my lips into his and push him back against the opposite wall.
I push his already torn shit off his arms and then make my way for his belt buckle. His hands grip my wrists as I make time on the buckle and start on his zipper. Stopping me from finding out what he has underneath Peeta grabs my wrists and holds them still.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, his voice shaky and uncertain. I can feel his gaze on the back of my head.
"Yes!" I answer, I look up and look into his eyes. Blue eyes searching grey ones for any sign of hesitation. Holding my gazed steady I try his pants again. He still my hands once more.
"Not here" He says more confidently as he picks me up, practically throwing me over his shoulder and begins walking towards a bedroom.
XOXOXO
DUN DUN DUN! Sorry for the cliff hanger kittens but what was meant to be one little chapter turned into too many words. Then all of a sudden there was lots of feelings and context needed and stuff so there will be one more chapter to bring us home ;) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW … let me know what you think so far ;) xx