This ecstacy. I don't how long it will last. I want it forever and ever. This feeling, I never want it to go away. I want to hold onto it forever. I feel so good. So impossibly good.
"Oh Peeta." I sigh as he kisses me deeply. He rolls off and lays beside me, tucking my hair behind my ears. We are both panting heavily.
"That was fun." He says making me giggle.
"Really fun." I say.
"You're getting really good at this." He says.
"I know. You're a great teacher." I say smiling.
"Thanks."
"No problem. You're amazing, by the way."
"I know." He says smugly.
Sex with Peeta is like nothing I've ever experienced before.
He's so strong that he could easily break me in half if he got carried away, but that's what makes it so exciting. I love being his sort of doll that he can do whatever he wants to. He always makes me feel so good. It gives me butterflies when he takes complete control. I love it.
Peeta reaches over me and grabs the alarm clock. It reads '11.30.'
"We should some sleep." He says. "We've got to ship that cake off to district 8 tomorrow."
I sigh. "Oh god I forgot." I now help Peeta down at the bakery because I have nothing better to do and because I don't like being without him. Even for a few hours.
"Alright then." He says winding the alarm clock. He then places it on his bedside table and leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"You know, you don't have to come with me. I mean if you don't want to." He says.
"No, no, I'll come. I don't have anything else to do and I don't want you to be away from me."
"But it's only for a couple of hours."
"Yeah, from like seven o'clock to lunch time," I turn around to face him, "and I can't be without you that long." I say.
"But, you could do some hunting with that time and really-"
"-no! I can't okay?" I sound so needy.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Night." He says.
"Night." I say and shut my eyes. I can hear the chatter of woodland creatures and feel the slight breeze coming from the window brush my bare skin. Peeta likes to sleep with the window's open. The breeze is so comforting in this hot stuffy atmosphere.
"Peeta?" I say turning my face towards him.
"Yeah…?" He moans.
"I don't want to loose you again." I say.
There is a long pause of silence after that and I turn on my front to face the ceiling. Then, Peeta is lying over me, propping himself up on his elbows, looking straight into my eyes.
"Katniss, you will never loose me. Ever again." He says.
"But what if…what if something triggers you and I'm not there and you-"
"-you won't loose me again. I promise." He says.
I nod. "It was horrible. When you hated me. When you hate me." I say remembering the awful feelings I felt when he thought I was an evil, ugly, slutty mutt that disgusted him. I know the real, lovely Peeta will never come back. Snow took him away forever.
"When I hate you? I don't hate you, what do you mean?" He says.
"I mean when you have those phases" I say.
"But that's not me. I promise you won't loose me." He says.
I give him a small smile and he kisses my neck then lies back down on his side of the bed.
"I love you." He says putting his arm around my waist and spooning me.
"I love you too." I say before drifting off into oblivion.
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock wakes me up. I turn around, expecting Peeta to be up as well but instead find him still passed out next to me.
"Peeta." I say shaking him a little. He doesn't budge. I have no patience for this because the ringing is so annoying I can't take it
"Peeta!" I yell right into his ear and he jumps up.
"What?" He says.
"Turn that bloody alarm off it's doing my head in!"
He does and I turn back on my side again but just as my eyes are about to close I feel the cover being ripped off of me. I'm naked and although it's a scorching 35 degrees (celcius) outside I feel cold and bare.
"What are you doing?" I yell at him as he chucks a pile of clothes at me.
"Come on! We're going to be late if you don't get up!"
Oh I forgot, we are meant to be down at the bakery.
I groan and bury my face in the pillow. Peeta grabs my legs and pulls me down off the bed. I try to kick him off but I'm already on the floor.
"Katniss, get up! For fuck sake!" I give him a cold glare but he just waves me off.
"Fine." I say and put the clothes on.
I get the orange juice out of the fridge and pour one glass for me and one for Peeta. He comes running down the stairs and swings on the banister to face my direction.
"What's for breakfast?" He says leaning over the marble countertop.
"I don't know, make something." I say.
"You make something. Toast or…something." He says sitting down in one of the chairs around our table.
He gets out this little telephone that is portable, called a 'mobile phone.' He uses it to contact work a.k.a the bakery. I don't know why he doesn't just use our phone that stays in the office, it's much bigger and easier to use I think. He starts dialing the work number and I turn around and pop two slices of bread in the toaster.
I walk around and give him a glass of orange juice.
"Hey, Aldor? Hey it's Peeta. Yeah I'm going to be a little bit late today." He says into his phone.
'Thank you.' He mouths to me and I kiss his forehead.
"Yeah…okay. Wait tell me again." He says and I walk back to the toaster. I grab two plates out of the cupboard and put the pieces of toast on them. I then go to the fridge and get out the butter and grab a knife from the sink. I trip on my way back to the toaster and the knife falls out of my hand. Luckily I grab it before it lands on my foot, but it slices my hand and fingers and blood pour out either side.
"Ouch!" I yell and Peeta whips his head round.
"You okay?" He says, putting the phone away from hid ear.
"Yeah…just cut myself." I say and hear his footsteps coming over to me. He kneels down beside me.
"Shit, how did you do that?" He says helping me up to my feet.
"I dropped the knife and grabbed it." I say wincing as he opens my hand.
"I'll go get some anticeptic. Stay there. He says running off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
I pull the bloody skin on my hand up a little bit to see how deep the cut is. It's pretty deep. The knife went all the way in. I reach over and take a cloth hanging on the microwave and wipe the blood off around the two slices, one across my palm and the other across my fingers. Peeta comes back by my side holding a large bottle of clear liquid. He twists the bottle open and the toxic smell is so strong. He grabs a paper kitchen towel, puts it over the bottle top and tips the bottle upside down.
"It may sting, but just so it doesn't get infected. We'll get some bandages on the way to the bakery." He says.
Suddenly the bottle slips from his grasp and shatters all over the floor. The liquid explodes everywhere and I jump back before it can soak my socks.
"That was close!" I say looking up at Peeta. He is staring down at the floor and his hands are balled into fists.
"Peeta? You alright?" I say and I step over the puddle of liquid and glass. It's a big puddle so I sort of fall onto Peeta, laughing at how clumsy I'm being. He catches me and holds me so I don't fall. I look back at the pile of liquid and glass behind me.
"Thank for catching me!" I say still giggling. I turn back to Peeta who is looking me straight. My laughing is cut short when I look into his eyes.