This is my first, and most likely last, Hunger Games fanfiction I'll ever write… ever XD
Depends if people dig my writing, I suppose.
Peeta walked into his home, now shared with Katniss, humming a delighted tune of normality. Upon shutting and locking the door, he noticed how quiet the house was. Katniss was home, if he had heard correctly and he always her heard correctly. She was always given his undivided attention when a mere whisper escaped her throat. So, this silence struck him as odd.
"Katniss?" He called, no response other than the window blowing in through the open windows, causing the periwinkle and white lace curtains to dance. He walked into the living room, sofa cushions covered with a light purple blanket. She had been in here, her book upon the table and empty glass along with it. He sighed, placing a bookmark on her page and taking her glass into the kitchen. Her pink lip gloss, something she did not often wear unless she was desperate for lip chap, was caked upon the transparent rim which showed she hadn't been using this glass in a while. She must have been in a hurry, Peeta considered, for Katniss was always picking up after herself.
"You know, for a hunter, you're awfully bad at covering your tracks." He placed the glass into the sink with a soft pinging noise, turning to see a note upon the kitchen table. In her usual half-cursive, half printing writing, his name in black ink drew him closer. The ink glistened, practically begging him over. It was fresh, perhaps written onto ten or twenty minutes ago, discovering this fact by running a thumb over the writing. Black ink had stained his pad of his finger, a soft smile upon his face.
Peeta,
May the odds be ever in your favor.
-Katniss
He looked up, not understanding what she meant. Had the Hunger Games spontaneously been recreated and she got called off? Of course not! He would never let anyone take her from him ever again… ever. He laughed at the thought, pushing blonde locks from his forehead. Then he saw it. A black toy gun upon the table behind a bowl of fruit that shot only soft Styrofoam bullets with sticky tape like tabs on the ends.
"May the odds be ever in your favor." He whispered, concealing a chuckle. He took the gun and crept around the rooms. He was at a disadvantage, a baker against a hunter. Still he pressed on, wondering just what his prize would be if he won.
Creeeeeak…
That noise was not the house settling. Peeta figured if the hunter made a noise, it was obviously a tactic to through him off. Or maybe even draw him in. He smirked, taking his sweet time up the stairs. First the bathroom, empty, as he anticipated. From beyond the glass of the window, he heard the free Mockingjays, singing a familiar four-tone tune. He hadn't even heard Katniss whistle. She was close to him and his palms started to sweat at the fact. He felt a sudden rush of panic at the thought of losing.
"Oh, baby, it's so on." He wanted to win this playful game with a passion of a thousand suns combusting at once.
He took silent steps upon the carpet, peering into the master bedroom. Leaving the door open for a whirlwind escape, Peeta clung to the wall as a finger on the trigger of his toy gun poised itself. Peeta was ready to fire at Katniss who was surely awaiting his arrival. He looked all around, finding no signs of life. Peeta dropped his gun to his side, smirking to himself and turning to leave. The door was shut; the distinct fully open door was now shut. She was either in or out. She shuffled to the door, turning the knob to be greeted with a shot turned jerk. The dark wooden door was locked or jammed and he had no idea on how to unjam it.
"Smart." Peeta grumbled, figuring it was locked by no coincidence.
A breath, a slight sound, filled his ear canal. Katniss may have been trained to hunt, but Peeta had been trained to her, a wide smile sprawling over his lips in pride of the recognition. She was in here, but as he planted his back against the door, he saw no one. Not even a shadow of her long braid was noticeable, causing Peeta to shift his weight between feet. He got down on all fours, crawling over to the bed and taking a peek under. He felt someone straddle him, something pressed against the back of his head.
"Well, well, well. What have we got here? The lover boy from District Twelve letting down his guard?" A hint of playfulness was all it took to ruin her demeanor. Katniss pushing her own toy gun against the back of his head, silently demanding an answer.
"The girl from District Twelve seems to have turned on her District counterpart! What will she do now?" He couldn't help a funny grin that seemed to sneak upon his features as he spoke in his best English accent, feeling Katniss' body lightly vibrate. She was laughing; a real laugh.
"Where did you even come from?" Peeta started, but Katniss just smirked something evil with a sigh.
"Do you want to spare that life of yours, Twelve? I suggest you do as I say." Katniss stood, forcefully grabbing the back of his shirt and tossing Peeta upon the bed. He tossed his toy over to the chair, holding his hands above his head in surrender. Katniss was looking over his body now, hunger frolicking within her eyes. She took off her belt and his, using them to tie his hands to the headboard. Peeta suddenly liked where this was going; not usually the promiscuous type, but boys will be boys. This was the first time she had shown any intentions past a hot and heavy kissing session and god be damned if he was going to start complaining now.
"I'll do anything. Anytime. Anywhere." Peeta couldn't help the voice crack, unable to contain just how much he was anticipating her next move. Katniss tossed her gun aside, mounting Peeta and dropped close to him. Their lips nearly touched, but Katniss wouldn't allow that. Peeta whimpered, lips suddenly searing hot with need for her. Instead, she pushed past him, kissing his tied, flexed arms with a Jabberjay's touch.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Peeta chocked, half focusing on the role playing, half wondering why the spontaneous turn for the interesting.
"My District Counterpart isn't too bad looking." She laughed, kissing his cheek so close to his lips. He whimpered once more, reminding him of an innocent little puppy wanting a bone. Katniss finally gave in, crashing against his lips. Katniss allowed herself a moment in time to drag her hands over every inch of his body. She experimented with soft and rough touches; raking nails down his abs to lightly brushing his pectorals. Everything seemed to please him, every second his thrashing growing a little stronger.
She moved up, sitting upon his abs and started to lift her shirt. She teased for, too Peeta, seemed like hours. Katniss would raise her shirt a few inches below her bust line, and then drop it back down and pull to reveal the top of her milk white breasts. Peeta growled, finally realizing that she moved up so he couldn't get any friction. For someone new within the foreplay game, she was awfully good at it. With a winning smile, Katniss finally peeled off her shirt, black bra fitting rather perfectly. He shut his eyes and threw his head back, restrains denying him the ability to raise himself and kiss her exposed skin. Katniss, as if doing a service, tore down Peeta's short and threw it in two opposite directions across their room. Sweat had started to form across his chest, Katniss leaning down and shimming, kissing down his torso.
Katniss let her braid out, pulling it into a loose, thick bun and let her bangs hang free of constriction. Peeta couldn't help a deep breath escape him at her beauty, raising his chin to earn a kiss. Katniss complied too him, rubbing up and down his muscular arms he explored her mouth with a skilled tongue.
"Untie me." He rasped, forehead against forehead with his opponent. She merely laughed, rather manically, at him.
"You're not running this show, Twelve. My game, your pain." She nibbled along his neck, Peeta involuntarily bucking. Katniss grinned a Cheshire grin, biting down on the perfect point. Peeta gasped, throwing head back and violently moving his hips for some friction.
"Please…" He whispered into her hair, on the verge of pleasure induced tears. Katniss hummed the tune he was humming when he came into their home, faint noises of Mockingjays singing into the forest. She untied Peeta's restrained, placing her elbows on his chest.
"This is still my game. You move, no prize. Got it?" Katniss slid down his body and offered friction for Peeta's obvious bulge. He groaned, a passionate filled fire burning his body, yet he complied. He would give her whatever she pleased – however she pleased. She took Peeta's hands within her own, placing them upon her thighs that were now positioned ever so perfectly beside his hips. He felt his mouth water, rubbing up and down her thighs and up her curves. Katniss grinded against him, using her entire body to entertain him. Her hands tangled within her own hair, soft moans renting the room as her abdominal muscles tightened with each rippling grind.
Katniss rolled onto her back, pulling Peeta on top. She allowed him to take the reins, gasping as his kisses trailed down her body. Katniss felt Peeta tug at her pants, looking to her for clearance. With a nod, they seemingly disintegrated straight off her body, leaving Peeta to hike her legs up over his shoulders. Katniss couldn't help it, she giggled as he pulled off her panties with his teeth like a pro. His mouth was suddenly on her, devouring and basking the healthy heat of Katniss. She screamed, Peeta spelling the alphabet in tight movements with the tip of his tongue over the core of her heat, grinning through his actions when her hips moved to meet his pace. A string of curses and 'Peeta's soon followed, gripping at his hair while he continued to work miracles. As much as it pained him, Peeta pulled himself away from Katniss' quivering body that was on the verge of climax to grab a belt and tie her wrists to the headboard.
"Seems like the odds were really in my favor, hm?" Peeta pulled her hips off the bed, smacking her buttocks. She wasn't complaining, a large smile cascading upon her features. The pulling of his body closer to her by the use of legs was a silent invitation of another and who was he to deny her? Another slap and a squeal, a pleasured giggle escaping Katniss. He leaned forward, discovering the straps of her bra would unclasp, leaving it strapless, thus no ripping involved. He supposed Katniss would prefer that, for this was the only lacy, sexy bra she had. With an arch of her back, the bra was discarded along with the rest of their clothing, long forgotten in the heat of the moment.
"You… too much… clothing…" Katniss managed between gasps while Peeta attached his lips onto one breast, alternating between kissing and biting. He slid his black pants off in one smooth motion, Katniss wanting nothing more than to rip his boxers off like his shirt.
"Do that thing with your tongue again." Katniss smiled, biting her lip. Peeta undid her restraints, sliding back between her legs. He repeated his assault, bringing her to the cliff of ultimate pleasure, then restrained her wrists within his grip to prevent Katniss from finishing herself. Finally, after a solid hour of building her up, Peeta devoured her remaining energy. She screamed, closing her thighs as tight as she could without hurting Peeta, practically ripping the hair from his head. He didn't care, relishing in the taste of Katniss; sweet like blueberries and the sun itself. Peeta held her quivering form close, stroking her hair and rubbing her arms.
"I'd do you, but I can't move." Katniss squeaked, snuggling into his embrace. Peeta allowed her to rest, before kissing her neck and leaving purple symbols of territorial love and need.
"I'm just getting started." He bit her ear, Katniss unable to protest due to her body still in the waves of orgasm. She whimpered in anticipation, pulling him weakly over her.
"I KNOW Y'ALL ARE HOME AND I KNOW YOU GOT BOOZE. HAUL ASS DOWN HERE." The sound of Haymitch slamming the door destroyed Peeta, who was leaning over Katniss while sliding his boxers off.
"If we stay really quiet, he may just leave…" Katniss whispered, wiping beads of sweat from his face. He leaned into her touch, heavily breathing.
"Come on Sweetheart and Bread Boy. I know you're home."
"Fuck." Peeta hardly ever swore, the foreign word making Katniss laugh.
"Go down, I'll be down a little later. I still can't walk." She sighed, tossing her hair free of the bun and closing her eyes to relax her body. Peeta painfully got dressed, kissing her forehead before heading for the door. He turned with a smile plastered upon his face.
"Let me tell you, love, I'll volunteer for these games any day of the week."
It's rather fun to write smut. I've forgotten how interesting it is.
xoxoPN