A/N Hey Everyone. This is my second published story and I hope you enjoy it.
Privacy
"Quiet in there!" I yell, while banging on our connecting walls. Ugh, I need my own place.
"Sorry about that. Jo and whoever her new boy toy is, are at it like rabbits. There's not enough insulation in these walls." I huff through the phone.
"You could move somewhere with more privacy." Peeta says and I can hear the innuendo in the comment.
"I can't afford to yet. All I know is when I finally do it, I don't want to sound like gorillas or bears hunching! You know?" I ask laughing.
"Well yes and no."
"What? You want to sound like wild animals?" I ask. Eww!
"Not exactly, but I want you to make noise. Lots of noise."
I am blushing. Thankfully, Peeta can't see my face over the phone.
"Who says you and I are going to be having sex?!" I tease.
"I hope to one day make love to you Katniss Everdeen. Is that so hard to imagine?" Peeta says. Aww!
"No, I guess not." I say.
"Ah! You wound me woman! You guess? That doesn't sound very promising." He sounds half playing, half hurt.
"Peeta you've known me for a long, long time. You and Gale are practically like my brothers and you just worked up the nerve to ask me to a movie three weeks ago. I am not promising to give you my V-card! Yet." I laugh and he starts laughing.
Peeta Mellark is a blue eyed, wavy blond haired, heart stoppingly sweet, good looking, 19 year old guy, who is used to girls begging to give it to him by minute 3 of meeting him. But, I noticed how beautiful Peeta had gotten in 10th grade. I pushed those thoughts away because he didn't seem interested. I've loved him like a brother for years since our families were so close growing up. Him and Gale Hawthorn have been there with me through, well, everything. Now my feelings go way passed friendship.
"Are you a virgin?" I pry.
"Uh, what we talking about? Look, like you said. It's not like we just met. I know everything about you. I told you, when we were 15, the only reason I didn't ask you out, was cause me and Gale made that stupid... deal not to cross that line with you. He said we should be the steady men in your life since you... since your, dad died." He said the last part almost as a whisper. It's been 7 years since my dad was hit by a drunk driver. We are quiet for a few minutes. I try not to think about that time in my life.
"I should have just told you how I felt back then! But...Gale made me... uh, a good point." He says.
"Yeah. And I get it. It was overly protective but sweet and it probably wasn't the right time for me anyway." I admit. Gale is very fatherly but I don't think he worries about that now.
"And G is older, and slightly bigger than me." He says trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh poor Peeta. G-Forced into nunnery by big, bad, Gale Hawthorn."
"Ok look, I was also, sort of... scared to tell you, I had feelings for you in case you didn't... have them back. Can we just change the subject now, please?" He begs.
"Ok, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better. I'm glad you finally did ask me out." I say.
When Peeta asked me to go see a movie, I thought he meant as friends, like we always have been. I jokingly said his girlfriend might get jealous. He told me he and Glimmer, his ex, broke up over winter break because she felt threatened by me! I was in shock! Then, Peet said he's known he had feelings beyond friendship for me for a while but until she'd brought it up, he didn't realize, he hasn't really been giving 100% to any other girls. He said, because they aren't as cool and fun and pretty as me. So, I'm giving it a chance. I just can't lose him from my life, if this goes wrong.
"Yeah? So how is dating the fabulous Peeta Mellark working out for you?" He asks.
It has been great! Our first date we went to a movie and it was like usual for us. Except, he paid, touched me even more than he usually does and when he walked me home... he kissed me, so sweet and pure at my front door. I felt like I was on fire! I knew it was worth the risk.
The next time we went out, I took him to practice archery, my favorite hobby. My dad taught me when I was little. Then we took a walk through the park and he moved a piece of hair from my face but left his hand on my cheek and pulled me in for a real kiss. Our tongues collided and I saw through space and time for a minute. The next date, he took me to my favorite restaurant and then dancing. He's got some pretty good moves. Followed by some more mind blowing kisses in his car.
"You like me at least, right?" He prods when I still haven't answered.
"Yes... I mean your one of my bff's. I've always liked you." I answer.
"So-"
"Like would be an ok term for how I feel. Except that on top of you being completely the sweetest guy I know. You let me pick the last two places for our dates. You bake me cheese buns, which should be outlawed they're so good, whenever I want. And you are kind of hot, and a good kisser, and when you grab me and pick me up and throw me over your shoulder like I weigh nothing... then the term gets bumped up." I say feeling like I've said too much.
"Wow! You sure know how to make a guy feel like a million bucks. My head swelled two times its normal size. Actually, both heads..." He mumbles the last part.
"What was that?" I laugh.
"Nothing... I am flattered really. Your not so bad yourself Catnip." He jokes.
"Oh don't start. You and Gale have been calling me that since I was 6 years old and I'm 19! And in college! Time to stop. Re-Peet!" I emphasize his nickname which he hates as well. He always agreed with Gale and me no matter what, when we were little so our dads called him Re-Peet. Our nickname for Gale is G-Force. He hates his the most because its the most accurate. His mother always said Gale is like the wind and a force to be reckoned with when he's angry.
"Okay, I see how it is. And just when I was about to compliment you!" He says.
"Oh yeah? Well don't leave me hanging." I joke.
"I was just gonna mention... How good you smell, like, all the time. How when you sing, even in the car when you think it's low and nobody hears you, I wish I could record it so I could hear it whenever I wanted. You make me laugh harder than anyone. You know stuff about me nobody else does but you don't judge me or make me feel any less then awesome. And the fact that your body is the sexiest thing on the planet." He tells me and I'm feeling flushed all over and even though my virginal experience includes: Kissing, only 3 times with tongue, and first base with a boy in 11th grade after a school dance. I'm pretty sure I'm turned on.
"You might just be trying to seduce me into letting you be my first." I say.
"Well, is it working?" He asks.
"Nope. Sorry." I say smiling.
"It's ok. You'll come around to my charms." He says haughtily.
"Is that right? Well, I might me open to doing other things besides sex with you. If..."
"I'll be there in 10 minutes!" Click...
"Peeta? Peeta... Peet! Did you hang up on me?" Click
"Look what you horny toads started!" I yell at Jo and bang on the wall again. All I hear is muffled moaning and the squeaky bed. 5 minutes later I hear nothing but loud music coming through the walls.