Catching Fire: Rekindling - Outtakes

By: Jamie Sommers

Peeta's Pleasure

These outtakes go hand in hand with my series or feel free to read them on their own. Warning! This is for mature eyes only. If you're not 18, stop reading as these stories have sexual content in them. This particular story goes hand in hand with Katniss and Peeta's wedding night (Chapter 13 in CF: Rekindling). This is only the first in a series of stories to go along with CF:R. Thank you A. If you haven't read my series, please feel free to do so. It starts with the 74th Hunger Games Challenge and moves onto CF:R. If you like this story, feel free to leave positive feedback. If you don't...eh...I'll survive.

Katniss and Peeta have just gotten married. This is the start of their wedding night.

Peeta's Pleasure

The fire was blazing, a loaf of freshly baked bread broken in two pieces with two tiny bits missing and crumbs scattered about the bricks in front of the fireplace. The curtains were closed, the doors and windows tightly shut and the toasting finally complete.

Katniss and Peeta were facing one another, both of them resting back on their legs. Their eyes and hearts, full of love. Around them the air buzzed with a nervous excitement. An anticipation of what was to come.

"Peeta. Please kiss your bride," Katniss voice was subdued and persuasive. This was the moment she had been waiting for since Mayor Undersee married them less than an hour before…since Peeta said yes to her proposal.

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and brushed his thumbs against them before tilting his head slightly to the side. Peeta placed a soft peck against her full lips and looked into her silver eyes. "I love you, Katniss Mellark."

A gentle smile played upon her lips just reaching her eyes. "Katniss Mellark," she said in with a tranquil tone in her voice. Her heart began to race at the sound of her new name. "Say it again."

Peeta held his lips against hers and whispered, "Katniss Mellark." Something stirred inside of him when he felt her body shudder at the mention of her name. He got up on his knees lifting her with him, pulling her against him for a proper kiss. He wrapped her long, dark braid around one hand and ran the other up her back, clutching her to him as his lips pressed firmly against hers.

Katniss slid both of her palms under his arms and up his back. She could feel his muscles tightening at the touch of her hands. She parted her lips and felt the tip of his tongue sweep against hers. It played with her there…tiny little flicks that shot bursts of electrical currents through her entire body. The way he teased her drove Katniss crazy with desire. She had no clue how he learned these things, maybe one day she'd ask him, but right now all she wanted to do was savor the sensations that were stirring through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders from behind as a familiar tightness began in a low part of her belly quickly followed by a warm liquid rush between her thighs.

He couldn't seem to pull her body close enough to his. He pressed his hardness against her stomach. The sound of her whimper caused him to plunge his tongue deeper into her mouth and explore her figure with his hands. He touched her everywhere except the places that he really wanted to. They had spent so long trying to keep their desires at bay that the thought of being able to act on them seemed unreal to him. He wasn't sure what he was allowed to do, neither one of them wanted children, it was too dangerous being that they were both victors of the Hunger Games. If they got pregnant, their child was sure to be in the arena. "Katniss," he breathed against her skin. "I don't want to get you pregnant."

Her lips trailed across his chin…his cheek, her fingers threaded through his hair. "We can…oh," her head dropped backwards when she felt his moist lips against her neck. "Oh, Peeta." She didn't just want him, she needed him. "There's something…" she said between pants, "…we can try. It might…" her lips…tongue were doing a dance with his, "….might work."

"Might?" He reached down and started unbuttoning her vest. "Might. I can live with might." He looked down to see what he was doing as his fingers fumbled with her buttons. "God, why can't I get this?"

"Here," Katniss pulled away from him. "Let me." Her eyes were lit up with pleasure as she finished the task for him.

Peeta sat back and pulled off one of his shoes and threw it to the side then did the same with his other.

Katniss found herself giggling, a rarity for her, and falling backwards onto her rump as she tried to take off her boots.

"Let me help you," Peeta untied one of them and gently removed it from her recently injured foot then tossed it across the room. The other followed and landed about a foot away.

"We're so romantic," Katniss arched her brow and gave him a little smirk.

Peeta stood up and held a hand out to her. "I can give you romance if you want it." Katniss placed her hand in his and let him pull her up into his arms. "I can drown you in it for the rest of your life." He brushed the hair away from her face with both of his hands before he slowly kissed her and melted her from the inside out.

Katniss had no clue if she was a romantic, this whole thing was new to her, but if what he was doing to her was romance, she was all for it. The knocking in her chest reverberated through the room so much so that Peeta pulled away from her. "What are you doing? Don't stop." She said on a heavy sigh.

"Someone's at the door."

The knocking came again and Katniss instantly wanted to kill whoever it was on the other side of the door. "I swear if that's Haymitch it'll be the last thing he ever does."

Peeta looked down at himself and said, "I think you better get it. I'm not really…presentable." He walked to the sofa, sat down and pulled a pillow over his lap as Katniss pressed her hands against her flushed cheeks and answered the door. It wasn't Haymitch.

"Oh, hi mom." Katniss said brightly, trying to hide her obvious discomfort.

"Hi. We're sorry to bother you…"

"Hi," Prim said the next words quietly, "Mrs. Mellark."

Katniss couldn't help but to smile at her sister's giddiness. "Hey there." She held the front door open and said, "Come in."

"We only wanted to drop something off for the two of you," her mother said. She placed a large covered tray on the kitchen table and said, "Hi, Peeta."

"Hey, mom." He waved from his sitting position on the sofa wishing his embarrassment to go away.

"We brought you two some dinner," Prim announced. "There's roast chicken and vegetables and goat cheese and we got some lemon tarts and I brought your favorite, Katniss…grape juice." She held up the thermos and set it on the table.

"Thank you, Prim." Katniss reached out her hand and took her sister in a hug.

Peeta felt the blood draining from the lower half of his body once Prim started talking, thank God, so he got up and went to greet his new family properly. "That was very nice of you two."

"Well, you couldn't be expected to make dinner on your wedding night," Katniss' mother said. "And now, we're going to be on our way." She put her arm around Prim's shoulder. "You two enjoy your evening. We'll see you tomorrow or the next day. Call if you need anything."

Prim looked over her shoulder and said, "See ya," with a huge smile plastered on her face.

Katniss followed them to the front door and locked it behind them. She turned around and pressed her back against it. "That was a mood killer."

Peeta let out a belly laugh and said, "Yeah. Seeing your mother and sister kind of…dampened my spirit, so to speak." He looked around the room and blew out a breath. His eyes landed on the tray of food and he asked, "Want to eat?"

'No,' she thought to herself, 'She didn't want to eat. She wanted Peeta, but her mother and sister put an end to that.' Katniss let out a sigh and said, "Might as well see what they sent."

Peeta unpacked the items her family brought over and placed them on the table as Katniss got out some glasses. They were unnaturally quiet as they set the table for a dinner neither one of them wanted to eat.

Peeta poured some juice into Katniss' glass taking notice of the disappointed expression in her eyes. "Katniss?"

"Yes," she lifted her eyes to his.

The moment he captured her gaze he was lost. "I don't know about you, but I'm not the least bit hungry."

"Me either," she confessed to him.

He stood up, walked around to her, took the glass of dark purple liquid she was holding from her hand and set it down on the edge of the table only to have it topple over and spill all over her white shirt. "Damn it!" He got up and grabbed a towel and began pressing it against the material, the table…anywhere the juice was which seemed to be everywhere. "Geez!" Peeta rushed to the kitchen for another dishtowel and spread it over the table only to knock over the thermos causing more juice to pour out. "For goodness sake!" Grape juice seemed to be seeping through the cracks of the table and onto the floor, pooling underneath the tray of food and staining everything in sight.

Katniss wasn't sure where the laugh came from, but it started low in her belly and erupted through the room.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Peeta asked as he got another towel and began wiping up the floor. Katniss had her hands on her stomach and continued laughing. "Katniss! I could use a hand here!" He was on his hands and knees cleaning up the mess. He glanced up at her, his hair flopping across his forehead. "You think this is funny?" She nodded, smacked her hand on the table and her fork flew up and bounced against his butt, causing him to slam his head into the table. "OUCH!" He rubbed at the back of his scalp as Katniss' boisterous laugh grew louder and louder.

"OH…MY…GOD…." She doubled her arms over her stomach. "I…can't…breathe…"

Peeta looked at her as though she belonged in an asylum. "I'm glad you find this humorous because I don't." He stood up and got ready for an argument. "This is supposed to be our wedding night. It's supposed to be full of romance not…your mother and sister interrupting us in the middle of foreplay and…fumbling fingers and…spilled juice and…bumped heads and…and…" he looked at the scene before him and noticed Katniss' piss pour attempt at holding in her laughter and suddenly his was joining hers. Both of them began giggling uncontrollably until the sound of their laughs filled their entire kitchen. They spent a few minutes appreciating the awkward situation, and then cleaned up the juice.

"Oh, Peeta. You should've seen yourself on all fours trying to clean up that juice and that fork stabbing you in the ass," Katniss turned to him and placed her hands on his lower arms as her laughter slowly began to fade.

"Sure," his chuckle echoed through the room. "Laugh at your husband's misfortunes Katniss. That's the way to start off a marriage."

"And ruining my favorite shirt is the way to start a marriage?" She asked playfully.

He stepped closer to her. "Is this your favorite shirt?" He tugged at the juice covered garment that was stuck to her skin.

"Yes," her laughter was gone, but her good natured smile was still plastered across her face.

"Then I better wash it," he said flirtatiously. He pulled her vest off of her and began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Yes you should." She unbuttoned the sleeves of her shirt at the wrists and glanced down at herself. When she saw he hadn't fumbled this article of clothing, she smiled. "Peeta, the floor is still sticky from the juice."

"Then move," he said to her.

She stepped back, pulled her shirt off and let it land where it may. "You know…" she motioned with her finger for him to come closer, "…I think you got some juice on your shirt too."

He shook his head from side to side very slowly. "That's not good. I don't want to ruin this shirt."

"Better take it off," she gave him a sinful grin.

"Don't have to tell me twice." He yanked it over his head and tossed it to the side. "Katniss, come here," he said with a pleading tone to his voice. She was all of two feet away, but it felt like miles.

Katniss jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Peeta, I don't care about romance."

"Good, because I'm not in the mood for it," he said throatily. He devoured her mouth and walked her to the wall pressing her back up against it. His hands gripped her buttocks and squeezed, pulling her into him. He was sure he was going to explode right then and there.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her nails scratching at his scalp, feeling the soft, downy curls of his blond hair filtering through her fingers as his tongue explored her mouth. There was a severe panging sensation at the tips of her breasts and a desperate need for him to touch her there. "Peeta," she pulled her lips away from his. "Please put me down." She felt him back away from the wall allowing her legs to drop. She took his hands and guided them to her aching breasts, allowing him to feel her through her bra.

The first touch of her, even through the slightly padded material, made his body surge with a longing he'd never experienced before. He had no clue what he was doing, but nature…her whimpers…cries of delight, guided him as he explored her precious mounds over the material. He gently squeezed each one, massaged them and felt her body's reaction as he pinched at the tight tips. "Can you take this off?" He whispered into her mouth as his fingers trailed under her bra straps.

"Yes," she reached behind her with one hand and unhooked the clasp.

Peeta could feel the material tighten then loosen within seconds. He wanted to yank it off of her…devour her, but he chose to make her wait. He was enjoying her little noises so much. "I love the sounds you make, Katniss," he whispered into her ear as he pressed the evidence of his desire against her.

She dragged her fingers down his back and graced him with a louder sound the moment his fingers touched her bare flesh, "Oh, Peeta." She trailed kisses across his shoulder and reveled in the feel of his hands as they manipulated her breasts between their bodies. She could feel his fingers gently squeezing her nipples then brushing them against his chest. Shivers went down her spine as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her chest against his.

"I need to feel you, Katniss." He kissed her and lifted her slightly off of the ground. "I just need to feel your heartbeat against mine."

She completely understood his meaning. She had spent so many nights with her ear pressed against his chest listening to the sound of his heart. The ultimate symbol of life, but she wanted more. Katniss gripped his face in her hands and brushed her lips against his. "Say it again, Peeta."

He didn't need her to explain. He knew what she wanted to hear. "Katniss Mellark."

"Oh, God." Her full lips pressed hard against his as her body responded to her married name. "This is crazy," she peppered his face with little kisses as he stepped slightly back and unbuttoned his pants. "It's just a name." She unzipped them for him.

"It's my name," he reached for her waistband and performed the same action on her. "I gave it to you."

She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and flicked her tongue against it. Her eyes sparkled as she began walking backwards towards the stairs that led to their bedroom. "Is it weird that it turns me on?" She asked.

Peeta shook his head slowly from side to side and stepped out of his pants, kicking them off of his foot as he walked with her. "Is it wrong that it turns me on saying it?"

She shook her head from side to side and ripped her pants down her legs carrying them with her as she made her way up the steps letting them drop from her fingertips onto the railing. She felt his arm wrap around her waist when she got halfway up the landing and turned to him. Their lips met once again never breaking apart as they frantically removed the remainder of their undergarments.

Peeta lifted her up, her feet dangling six inches off of the ground, taking her the rest of the way up the stairs to their bedroom. He slid her body slowly down his, moaning into her mouth as the turgid tips of her breasts scraped against his chest, sighing when her feet touched the ground.

Katniss reached behind her, bending slightly at the knees, pulling at the comforter until finally she turned and yanked them down. She climbed under the covers and Peeta quickly followed her lead. They lay on their sides facing one another, their hands roaming up and down their hips, waists, backs. Their lips brushing the across the other's. Both of them wanting something neither of them knew how to achieve.

Peeta trailed his fingers down her cleavage, drawing unseen patterns against her naked flesh with his artist's fingers. "Can I kiss you?"

She had no idea why he asked her that. He kissed her all the time. "You always kiss me, Peeta." Her voice was thick with emotion.

He traced his fingertip around one of her nipples and said, "Here."

She hadn't expected the simple request to cause a surge of fluid to course through her. A thousand butterflies seemed to have taken up residency in her stomach as she nodded her head in agreement.

He could see the panic flash in her eyes. "I don't have to if you don't want me to, Katniss." Peeta's lips were playing across her neck. "I won't do anything you don't want me to." The tip of his tongue was flicking her earlobe.

Katniss' hands began guiding his head downward. "I want you to."

He began pulling the covers down, but she instantly pulled them back up and over herself. He lifted his eyes to hers and asked, "Do you want me to keep you covered?"

It was silly, she knew that. They were married now. They were feeling each other's bodies at that very minute, but the thought of him exploring her with his eyes made her feel so self conscious. "Would you mind?" She turned her head to the side.

He placed his finger under her chin, gently forcing her to face him and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. "I told you. I won't do anything you don't want me to do. I'll stop right now if you ask me to."

Haymitch was right. She could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve him. "I don't want you to stop."

A small smile lifted the corner of his lips as he said, "How about I go slowly?"

That was worse in her mind. She began shaking her head from side to side. "It sounds stupid, but…God, Peeta, I don't want to go slow."

He tried to hold back the smile. How he loved this woman. She was fearless…could face any signs of danger head on yet so shy when it came to her own personal needs. "Okay, then how about I ravish you?" He gave her a rakish grin.

She rolled her eyes at him and gave him a little chuckle as his head disappeared under the covers. Katniss sucked in a breath when she felt the heat of his breath against her breast. His mouth covered one of them and his hand gently tormented the other. "My God." Her fingers spread out then bunched up into tight little balls as he sucked on one peak then moved his lips to the other. She could feel a swelling between her legs. An emptiness that needed to be filled. "Peeta," she called out his name as she felt his body stir against her thigh. She had no idea it would be like this. No clue that her body could crave something so desperately. His tongue began to swirl, lap as he suckled at her wanting flesh. He lifted his head and pressed her breasts closer together then began a torturous game, moving from one to the other, back and forth…back and forth. Katniss pounded her fists into the mattress and squeezed her legs together hoping to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there, but it only seemed to make it worse. She could feel his breath, like steam, against her skin causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. She reached under the covers, threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed his mouth down onto the hardened peak he was currently devouring. She could hear his muffled moan; feel him vibrate under the covers at her actions.

He let her guide him to her other breast, the air was thick under the heavy comforter and he could barely breathe, but he didn't care. All Peeta was concerned with was the velvety smooth pillows of her body tipped with little gumdrops that he got to consume. He wrapped his lips around her taut nipple and suckled at it with renewed fervor. He could feel a heat radiating from between her legs against his thigh and he released a strangled, "Ahhh," against her skin. He trailed moist kisses up her chest, her throat and stopped at her lips. "Katniss. I don't know how much more I can take."

She looked into his eyes and saw that look, that intensity he had when he sketched only it was combined with his love for her. "I don't know what to do." It was her first time experiencing anything like this. She knew there were things that he'd want, but what they were…

"Can you…" he could feel the blush creeping up on his cheeks, "…Katniss I really want you to touch me."

She swallowed hard. 'You can do this, Katniss,' she told herself. She reached between them and brushed the back of her knuckles against him. His forehead pressed against hers as a little cry escaped from between his lips. She hadn't expected the first touch of his hardened body to be so hot. She brushed her knuckles against him again only slower this time. She wondered how something so hard could feel so silky at the same time. She reached out and let her fingers trail up the side of it, examining it by touch and Peeta's jaw went slack. Katniss loved what she was able to do to him simply by touching him. It was like having complete power…control over him. She pressed her palm against him and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it up and down. She could feel Peeta's body shuddering and suddenly her needs were no longer a priority. His were. "Tell me how to do this." He couldn't seem to speak. The man that was known for his words was speechless and Katniss loved the fact that she did that to him. She felt his hand travel down between them and wrap around hers. It guided hers up and down, in a physical display of what he needed then he let go. Katniss thought to herself, 'I've got it from here.' A wicked grin splashed across her lips as she watched her new husband's ever changing expressions.

"Katniss," he said between jerky breaths. "If you keep…doing that…oh Christ…I'm not going to last." One of his hands grabbed at her braid and the other at her breast.

Katniss leaned closer to him and whispered against his lips, "Good." She saw his eyes flash to hers and she knew what message she was sending to him. She didn't want him to last. She wanted him to reach the point of no return. The silky smoothness of his masculinity running through her hand was making her yearn for more, but her heart wanted to give pleasure to this man that she loved, so thoughts of her own needs were pushed aside as she continued on. She brushed her thumb over the tip of his erection and heard his guttural cry. She thought to herself, 'Now, I know what you like.' So she did it again and again. She could feel him swelling at the base as she stroked him and gave him a slight squeeze before bringing her hand all the way to the top again. His hips began pumping back and forth in time with the movement of her hand which picked up speed. Squeeze…stroke…brush of her thumb…squeeze…stroke…swirl of her fingers. "I love you, Peeta." With that her husband exploded onto her hand, his stomach and hers. Katniss watched his eyes as she gave him the ultimate pleasure and sighed. She had just witnessed the most beautiful thing on earth. She felt him soften slightly against her palm. Afraid to release him, she bit the corner of her lip and said, "I'm going to go ahead and assume I did that correctly."

Peeta let out a little burst of laughter saying, "Yeah. You did." He placed a kiss against her forehead and said, "Let me go get a warm washcloth for you."

She released her fingers one by one, regretting it as she let go and rolled onto her back as he went into their bathroom. She wondered what he looked like, she had seen the majority of his body in the arena, but not the part she had just become intimately involved with. It would be easy enough to simply dart her eyes towards him, glance in his direction to cure her curiosity. Truth be told, since the new Head Peacekeeper came to town and all of the punishments had been taking place, nudity no longer bothered her, but this was different. It wasn't nudity for medical purposes; it was something much more personal. She debated with herself over it for a minute or two and by the time she decided to stop acting like a baby and look at her husband he was already under the covers and cleaning her up.

Peeta tried not to be embarrassed over what had happened between him and Katniss. 'Why should you be?' He thought to himself. 'You're married to her now.' The fact remained, it was the first time they had ever done anything sexual, the first time he had ever done anything sexual with anyone and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it. He felt a lot of guilt over the fact that he reached his climax but Katniss didn't. He wasn't sure if girls could get there the same way guys could by hand, he had never talked about sex with his dad and the only thing he knew about it was what he overheard from his brothers or the guys at school, so his knowledge was limited. He dropped the washcloth and the bath towel he used to clean up Katniss onto the floor by the bed and faced her. She was looking at him with a devilish grin and he had to admit, it made him feel a bit self conscious. "Why do you keep staring at me like that?"

Katniss gave her shoulder a little shrug. "I didn't realize I was staring at you in any particular way."

"You are," he moved closer to her and placed his hand on her hip. He thought about earlier, how he asked her if he could kiss her and it seemed to work, so he figured he'd try asking her again. "Katniss?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she answered through a soft smile.

"Um…can girls…does that happen…I mean I know it happens…but can you…" he sighed. "This isn't coming out right." He closed his eyes and fell onto his back.

Katniss propped herself onto her elbow and gave him a curious look. "What do you want to know?"

Peeta stared at the ceiling then turned his head to her. "I feel bad."

"Why?" This came as a complete surprise to her. She thought she had made him feel good.

"Honestly…I thought the first time I…" he blushed, "…you know…it would be because we made love. Not because you touched me. I guess I just wanted it to be good for you too."

She ran her hand down his cheek, placing a kiss against his lips. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced in my life."

"But you didn't…you know." He gave his head a little shake and said, "What's wrong with me? Why can't I say the word orgasm?" He let out a little laugh.

Katniss' smiled at him. "You just did. Feel better now?"

"Not really." He ran his hand down her hair and told her, "I'll feel better when you actually have one."

She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head against his chest. "This isn't a contest you know, Peeta? Whoever reaches climax first wins." She felt his arms encircle her waist. "It'll happen when it happens. We've got all night." She lifted her head and said, "We've got the rest of our lives."

He placed a kiss against her head and said, "Still…I know how excited you were when we came up here. I hate that I let you down."

"You didn't let me down, Peeta." She lifted her eyes to his. "I wanted to do that for you. I could've stopped if I wanted to, but…watching you…seeing how much joy I could give to you… We did make love, Peeta and it was exquisite."

He traced his fingers over her lips and placed a kiss against them. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Katniss."

They stayed in that position for several minutes, simply staring at one another. Katniss liked to call it, "Admiring the view."

Peeta took in her features, marveling at them one by one. The way her eyes glistened like the lake when the sun hit the water just right, the freckles that were sprinkled across the bridge of her nose, her full lips and her hair…it was so thick, so shiny. "Show me how to take your braid out." He wanted to run her soft brown tresses through his fingers.

Katniss tucked the blanket under her armpits and sat upright. She held the end of her braid, showing Peeta how the elastic band worked and how to remove it without yanking a bunch of her hair out. Then she taught him how to put it back in. "Want to try?" She had no clue why he wanted a lesson in grooming all of a sudden, but it seemed to make him happy so she was more than willing to cater to his wish.

"Yeah." He practiced a couple of times, yanked on her hair more than once to which she smacked him on the arm and winced, until he finally got the hang of it. When he was through he undid her braid and combed through her hair with his fingers. "Tomorrow you can teach me how to braid it."

For some odd reason his request made her smile. "Tomorrow you can wash it and braid it. How's that?"

"Sounds good." He leaned in and placed a kiss against her nose. He stared at her for a couple of seconds before confessing to her, "I find myself in a very peculiar situation here Mrs. Mellark."

Katniss' heart swelled when he used her new name as a term of endearment. "What's that?"

Peeta pulled his fingers through the ends of her hair, splaying it out over her shoulders. "I have this burning desire to watch you the way you watched me, but I'm not sure how you'll feel about it." He really hoped his directness wouldn't put her off.

She hadn't expected him to be so forward considering he seemed to be so nervous after she had pleasured him. Katniss swallowed the huge lump that formed in her throat, took some deep cleansing breaths and succumbed to the tingling sensation his loving request caused. She would've said yes if she had trusted her voice, however, she wasn't sure anything would come out, so she simply lay down on her back and placed her arms at her sides.

Peeta smiled at her, knowing it was taking a lot for her to give in to him so readily. "I love you, Katniss."

Her body tingled beneath the covers as she waited for her wedding night to continue.