This is just a short one-shot about Peeta chasing Katniss into the woods after a fight, them talking and expression their feelings for each other. This is a hot, heavy detailed sex scene so if your under the age of 18 please leave now. Other than that please enjoy and feel free to leave a review.
The Rain Cries Blue.
I'm crying my eyes out, willing my legs to pump faster than they are capable of pumping. The rain hits my bare arms, my tank-top and jeans are completely soak as I run as fast as I can through District 12 towards the fence that will lead me to the only place that will allow me to hide. My woods. He's behind me I can hear the loud thump of his leg and the loud splashes from the rain puddles. I can't believe he has gotten this fast at running. I'm faster than him though I only need a bit more energy and I've done it, I would have outrun him. He's got to be tired by now we've been running for five minutes, since the moment I've left the dinner table in full fledged tears. What started out as an innocent conversation around the dinner table turned deadly as he brought up the only thing I wanted to tiptoe around and that was his feelings for me and mine for him. It's been a year now since the end of the war and all was going well. We started a memory book together, We hunted and baked, I've been teaching him and he's been teaching me. We even started sleeping together in order to keep the nightmares away, Everything was going perfect until he said that one thing, those three little tiny words that have frightened me all my life. He slipped, while there were a couple 'awes' that came from our guest at the dinner table my prep team mostly and Effie. Haymitch had cracked a large smile and had said 'hear we go' as I began to shake my head multiple times at Peeta's slipped confession.
At first I told him not to say something like that, that it was a very serious thing to say to a person. He told me he knew what he was doing and that he meant every single word of it. I don't know how it happened but soon we were yelling at each other, spilling words at each other that neither of us meant and it was over something so stupid. those three little words caused us to become so mad at each other. He told me I was selfish and that I wasn't in control of how he felt about me. We brought up things that happened a year ago, during the war, during the games. It wasn't until it really got vicious did I end up running out in the rain crying. It wasn't until he said 'I regret ever throwing you that bread', the words are still fresh in my mind, they play over and over again. He regrets saving my life, regrets all the progress we've made.
I continue sobbing and pounding through the streets like a manic, I looked like a crazy, axe murderer. I glance over my shoulder to find him still in hot pursuit. I pumped my legs a little faster, making a break for the meadow. I can hear him shouting my name over and over as he chased me down. He had to be getting tired, I know I was and If I was tired he had to be, lets face it I am in better shape then him anyway. I charge into the meadow, now that he knows where I'm going I'm hoping he'd give up and go back home instead of facing the forest and continuing after me. The fence is no longer there so its easy to get to the trees.
Just when I thought He went home, that the woods were too much for him, a hand reaches out and grabs me by the arm. I don't have to guess I know its him and boy does he have a lot of nerve to touch me. As furious as I am at him he's lucky I don't break his fingers, instead I turn around and crack him hard against the face, leaving a nasty, red hand-print. If I weren't so enraged I would of felt guilty, but I'm so mad at him that a hit in the face doesn't seem like enough. I raise my hand to slap him again, but he catches it and forces it in place. He's so strong and so massive that I'm unable to move. Period.
"Stop it. Stop running from me" Peeta hisses.
"Let go of me now!" I shout.
"No, I'm done with this. I can't take no more, Katniss. This has to end right here and now."
"I swear to god Peeta if you don't let go of me I'll hit you again"
"If run again I'm just going to chase after you again." Peeta warns.
"You need to leave me alone" I sneer.
"Sorry, sweetheart can't do that."
He hesitantly lets go of me and I'm standing there in the rain shivering up a storm, there is not much he can do to warm me up considering he is soaked from head to toe as well. I glare at him with as much hatred as I can muster up, tapping my foot against the mushy earth, waiting for him to get started on his big speech he has planned. I can't believe this is happening, why does he have to have more. Do I even want more with him? He's kissed me throughout the year and each time he has kissed me I've wanted it to go farther and farther but it never reaches that point.
"Go ahead. Talk! I'm waiting."
"I love you, Katniss. I have always loved you, will always love you, but I'm tired of tiptoeing around our feelings for each other. I'm open about my love for you, I'm not hiding it, not denying it. Your what I want, Despite what The Capitol made me think about you all those months ago. You heal me, I don't regret anything..." He takes my face between his strong hands and forces me to look at him, his thumbs wipe the tears, mixed with the rain. "I could never, ever regret throwing you that bread do you understand me"
I nod.
"I love you and that stupid fight means nothing to me, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean a thing."
"I did Peeta" I pull my face from his iron grip, "I can't fall in love with you. I can't"
Peeta paces back and forth for the longest time. I thought about taking advantage of his distraction and continue my way to the cabin, but he would just follow me anyway. We were doing this here and now, the time has come, the moment I've avoided all this time, since we came back from the war, back from the games was finally here. I had to tell him the truth, even if I didn't know it.
"Why are you so afraid to admit you love me?"
"because..."
"Because why!?"
"Because I love you like I my mother loved my father."
"So you do have feelings for me."
"I don't know"
"Bullshit" He rarely ever curse that's why I'm kind of shocked that spewed from his mouth. "I need to know right here and now, Do you love me?"
"Peeta"
"Please tell me, I can't take the mixed messages you've sent my way. I can't take the kisses, I don't want to keeping wondering or guessing. Do you love me?"
"I can't"
"I'm suffering so fucking much Katniss, My feelings for you hurt so much. I want them to go away so badly, I wish and pray that I didn't love you this much, but I do and there's no stopping it."
"I don't know Peeta, I will never know" I wrap my arms around myself and start walking towards the cabin. Its freezing out here and the rain has no signs of letting up. I hear Peeta sigh in frustration and then he yells so loudly that it disturbs mother nature.
"DON'T PUSH ME AWAY" He yells.
He grabs my arms and before I know it, his lips are on mine, hard, firm, warm, at first I don't respond. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against him. "Let me in" He mumbles against ours lips and I can't help it anymore I run my hands through his soaked head and kiss him deeper and deeper. We stand there in the middle of the storm kissing each other. All my instincts are telling me to push him away, but I just can't seem to pry my lips away from him.
"Peeta...*kiss*...stop" I get out.
"Be quiet" He replies and deepens our kiss even more.
I don't know how we managed to make it to the cabin I just sort of tugged him that way, refusing to let go of his lips. My hands were everywhere in his hair, down his sides, across his shoulders and back through his wet shirt. I had enough of that shirt so I guided my hands under it, he breaks the kiss for a couple of seconds, allowing me to get his shirt over his head. Then his lips were back on me kissing me with as much passion as he can muster up.
The cabin was a little tiny old wooden house my father had built a very, very long time ago, he started it when he was 16 years old and had finished it by the time I was first-born. It wasn't much but it was cozy and warm if you lit it right, it was one big room, nothing special was inside, just a small cooler I'd gotten from the hob and a dark blue cot that was meant for only one person. A large thick gray comforter engulfed the cot. I used it for emergencies only, like if I was caught in the middle of a storm while hunting. Other than the cooler, the cot and the comforter, nothing else but a couple of spare arrows and some books, candles and a couple extra-large blankets littered the room. There was also a small fireplace in the corner across from the cot.
Peeta and I stumbled through the front door, both of us gasping and panting, our lips were swollen, his hair was sticking in every direction from my nails clawing and tugging at his scalp and hair. His shirt is completely off, revealing his large and I mean large muscles. I couldn't believe how large his muscles were in his chests, arms and shoulder holy shit. I parted our lips and took a moment to drink in his incredible beauty. I had no idea he was this built. I trail my fingertips down his chest, his sides, up his back to his shoulders coming to a rest around his neck.
"Your so beautiful" I blushed.
"I love you" He blurted out and there was that word again. That word that had gotten us out in the rain and into this position. Those three deadly, serious words that changes everything. I connect our lips not wanting him to talk again. I move my body closer to his until there is no space between us, he and I shiver at the same time as my wet body makes contact with his bare chest. That's when I pull my shirt up over my body and rid myself of the soaked fabric. My shirt makes a wet slapping noise as it is tossed to the ground. I don't want to stop, I will really die if he stops or pulls away.
He goes for my lips again, but I hold my index finger up between us, "Make love to me"
"Katniss...I..." He looks shocked, scared, upset, every single emotion you can possibly think of.
"I need you, I'm sorry, I hate fighting with you. I...I lov...I" I can't say it, it's just to hard to say. "Kiss me"
He does, he kisses me so hard I see stars. I unravel my hands from around his neck and reach behind me, unclasping my soak and wet lavender bra. I let the piece of fabric fall to the cabin floor and soon my bare breast fall free and My chest is completely exposed to him. They are not that big or perky like some people in the Capitol and even the Districts. I'm not even that pretty like them. I break the kiss and suddenly become self-conscious, wrapping my arms around my chest, hiding myself from his view.
"Please don't do that" Peeta begs. "Don't hide from me"
"I'm not pretty Peeta. I'm scared, these are too small."
"You examine and think about things way to much." Peeta says.
He gently ever so gently pulls my arms away from my chest and takes in every single part of my breast. From my nipples all the way up. He stares at me for the longest time before taking my face gently between his hands and kissing me for a split second. His hands force my arms to my sides and that's when he runs his hands up both sides of my breasts and cups the both of them very, very gently. He leans forward and gives each of my nipples a tiny kiss.
"Why do you want to do this with me? One minute you're so angry with me, taking off into the woods, telling me you hate me and you only let me kiss you because you felt sorry for me. Now, your kissing me and asking me to make love to you, it's all confusing Katniss and I don't know what I should do. Tell me please how you feel, what your thinking?"
"I don't know, Peeta, I don't know, I can't control these feelings, these emotions, they are too strong. I can't let any more people in because every single time I let one of them in they get taken away from me" I'm crying, his hands have found their way to my waist and he pulls me in and gently hugs me to his bare body. I kiss his chest and collarbone, unable to control my weeping. I tilt my head up and capture his lips with mine. Our tongues dance a steady rhythm and suddenly I'm back to wanting him.
The anger, the fight, the hatred are all forgotten. What happened a little while ago is in the past and in the past it shall stay. After a year of sleeping in the same bed, of kissing, of being labeled boyfriend and girlfriend (to an extent), it's finally time to make this official, but am I ready for that? Am I ready to allow Peeta in my poisonous life? He's been in my life for so long now so what difference would it make if I said those three words and had sex with him right here and now, in my father's cabin. A year is a very long time and many more years is ahead of us, I can't see myself without him. To hell with the war, the games, to hell with it all. I want Peeta, I need the dandelion in the spring, I need my boyfriend, my complicated one year relationship, I chose him over Gale, I need him over Gale, I don't need Gale's rage or fire. I need Peeta's sweet gentle tender hands on my body, his lips, his love. I love Peeta. Time for me to wake up and admit it, stop letting fear get the best of me.
"I want you so bad, Katniss" Peeta muttered between our lips.
"Then...*kiss...make love...*kiss*...to me." I get out in between kisses.
"I need to make sure you love me. Do you love me?"
He is breaking through, tearing down my walls that I've worked so hard to build. I'm letting him in and there's' nothing I can do to stop it. His ocean, crystal blue eyes bore into mine with nothing but love and hope in them. If I let him in he'll leave me just like everyone else did, my father, Prim, my mother, Cinnia, Gale, Finnick, Rue, every single person leaves me.
"Peeta" I cry out, "Please don't leave me. Oh my god...uh...don't leave me"
I crash my lips against his for the thousandth time today. I pull him towards me, towards the cot that lays in the corner of the room. He kicks his shoes off and I slip mine off, his pants and my pants are the only thing separating us. We land hard on the cot, on top of the large warm comforter, him on top of me. Peeta broke the kiss as oxygen became needed, his lips finding my neck and nipping and kissing there. I tilted my head to the side and let out a very loud moan as he kissed and necked me. My hairs threaded themselves in his blonde soaked locks, which looked like brown more than anything due to the rain. I pulled my hands away from his wet hair and guided them down towards the waistband of his pants. Peeta stopped necking me, pushed up on his elbows so he could look down at me.
"Do you really want to do this?"
"Yes" I reply so sure of my answer.
I reached down to tug the slick wet fabric that was my pants away, Peeta did the same and soon the only piece of clothing left on my bodies was my panties. He hooks his finger around the soaked material and gently pulls it down my thin legs. I was now, completely and utterly naked in front of him. Every part of my body was exposed, apart of me was hoping the lack of light in the cabin would hide my nakedness, it was dark out, but not that dark, you could still see your surroundings, it wasn't black. Peeta gets off the cot for a second to rid himself of his boxers and dig through the pile of shit in the corner.
"What are you doing?" I ask as he grabs candles and every single extra blanket in the cabin.
"I don't want to make love to you in that thing." He says pointing to the cot. "It's really, really uncomfortable for me and it's not sturdy at all."
He lays the blankets out on the floor and lights a couple of candles. The storm outside is picking up in speed. Rain falls down in sheets and the wind is howling, thunder roars throughout the woods and lightning strikes dangerous close to the cabin. I watch him work hard in building a bed on the ground, he is completely naked as he does this. He is completely naked as he does this and when he is done making the perfect bed he looks up and gives me a shy, passionate look that tells me it is time.
"Do you trust me?" He questions and holds out his hand.
"I trust you."
"Then come here" He orders gently.
I hope off the cot, bringing the large comforter with me. This is it I knew this would happen eventually it was only a matter of time. I let the blanket fall from my body , once again exposing myself to him. Its brighter in here thanks to the candles so I know when I catch him looking at me he sees everything, right down to the scar on my left hipbone, the scar on my legs from the fireballs. the scar on my knuckles, neck, and collarbone from the poisonous fog in our second games.
We don't do anything at first, just stand there and take in each others nakedness, my eye wander down to his male parts and I bite my lip. He is really large, how was that supposed to fit in me. I never given much thought to sex. All my life I've been focused on survival, the ability to hunt, to feed my family, I always thought I'd die a virgin and honestly I was ok with it. I had no plans of falling in love like this. The boy with the bread snuck up on me and slowly but surely forced his way into my heart.
Peeta is the first to make his way towards my naked body, he wraps his arms around me and leans down to kiss me gently on the lips. I could feel his hard member press against my stomach as we pressed our bodies as close together as possible. He sets me down carefully on the handmade bed on the floor, carefully settling himself on top of me. He puts most of his weight on both his hands on either side of my head. My heart is beating a million times per minute. I'm really scared and really tensed.
"Peeta...I'm..." I lean up to kiss him quickly, "I'm a virgin"
Peeta looks down at me completely shocked. "Are you serious?"
I frown up at him and shoot him a deadly look, "Who else would I have been with? You've kissed me first, You've held me first and now you get to have sex with me first."
"Katniss we are not having sex. We are making love. I'm going to take care of you, I'm going to love you deeply in every which way. I want to express my deep, deep feelings I have for you. There is a difference between making love and sex. right now I want to make love to you"
I nod my head in understanding and lean up to kiss him. I close my eyes and tense up as I feel him line our hips up. This is going to hurt I know it is, I've heard stories, overheard conversation that when a man enters you for the first time it hurts like hell and you will bleed.
"Katniss, I'm not going to hurt you, please stop tensing." He promises.
"I love you" And there it is those three words that I tried so hard not to say to him. They burst without my permission and as I say them he inserts the tip of his penis inside me. It does hurt, but its nothing I can't handle. I dig my nails into his shoulders and let out a pained groan as he pushes more of himself into me. It's not exactly pleasure, buts it's nowhere near as bad as getting punched, burned, cut, poisoned, starving to death, almost drowning and so on. He is being incredibly careful and for that I'm truly grateful that he loves me enough to be considerate of my emotions.
The position we are in on the floor makes my heart pound in my chest. I'm on my back, he is on top of me, his manhood halfway in, there's still more of him to go. My nails and hands are on his shoulder, digging into them and creating little red angry marks. The comforter is on top of us, down to Peeta's waist, the candles in the cabin are not doing much to keep us warm, I'm going to have to light a fire once we are done. It's not me I'm worried about its him, between him laying on top of my spreading his entire warmth through my body and the comforter laying on both of us. His bare back is exposed to the chill of the room, I can't tell if he is shivering or shaking, but I place my hands flat on his back, palms open and everything, trying to soothe him.
"Peeta? What's wrong." I question and place a kiss to the side of his neck.
"I...it just feels so good and I know it doesn't feel good for you. I know it hurts." He can feel my entire body tense, I can never hide anything from him. "I don't have to go in any further if it's too much."
"I'm fine, Peeta, just go slowly."
"Okay, but promise me you'll relax. I hate that your tense like this."
I nod my hand and kiss his lips as he pushes himself the rest of the way in. I moan loudly and tighten my hold on his back. He gives me a minute or two to adjust to his massive size. Then with little warning began to push himself in and out of me. It really does hurt, but I try my best to hide my uncomforted from him by burying my face in the crook of his neck as he gives me easy, gentle thrusts.
"Peeta...ohhhh"
"Are you okay?" He pants.
"I'm fine don't stop"
"OH GOD, Katniss, Damn" He grunts as he slams into me a little harder than he meant to.
"OW, ouch" I cry out and dig my nails harder into his back. He stops immediately I'm shocked that he stopped that fast. He peers down at me with nothing but sorrow and regret in his blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" He gasps.
"ohhhh," I grunt as he shifts.
"I'm sorry it doesn't feel good. I'm going to stop."
"I don't want you to stop, Peeta, Please don't stop. Hold me, in your arms and never let go of me, never stop."
He doesn't stop again, he is so gentle as he eases himself into me and eases himself out. Our lips are connected, our hands are everywhere, his penis is beginning to swell inside me. I guess that means he's about to finish. I feel a sticky liquid between my legs and that can mean one thing, I'm bleeding a bit down there. He thrusts in and out, our moans mingle, the thunder isn't enough to drown our voices out.
"Does it feel good yet?" He asks in a raspy voice.
I don't lie to him, "No, I'm fine though"
I don't know how long we laid there making love to each other, but I had to admit it was the best time of my life. I finally felt his penis softening inside me as he gave me on more gentle thrust. He panted into my neck and lifted his head up to look at me and kiss me. Sweat had darken his blonde hair, causing it to turn a light shade of brown. He huff and puffs trying hard to get his breathing back to normal.
I guide his head so it lay on my chest, his breathing still heavy and out of control. I threaded my one hand through his sweat-slick hair as the other ran up and down his back. We were happy, we were together and everything that happened between us at the dinner table was completely forgotten. I'm glad he chased me out into the rain and forced my feelings out of me. I'm glad he kissed me to shut me up, I'm glad he took my clothes off and entered me. I'm thankful for Peeta Mellark, he is my dandelion, my lover, my friend he is everything to me and I'm not going to let my fear make me lose him. I love him always and forever.
"You love me? Real or not real?"
I look him in the eyes and smile. "Real."
The end.
