Mockingjay: Broken Wings Outtakes
By: Jamie Sommers
Chapter One: Pay Up!
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18! If you do not believe that K/P had a healthy, loving sexual relationship...DON'T READ! LEMONS PEOPLE! (SEX...hot steamy SEX!)
This story goes hand in hand with Mockingjay: Broken Wings, and shows you some of the moments that occur between K/P that I couldn't include due to the graphic content. This chapter relates to the prologue in which K/P made a trip into the woods. It's a...prequel of sorts to CF:RO as you will read about moments prior to them entering the Quell, but it will also have chapters based on them after Peeta gets to Thirteen.
Thanks to A, my beta who never lets me down. You're AMAZING! I bombarded A with a combination of four chapters this week, and he didn't bat an eye.
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And now, the first chapter of...
Mockingjay: Broken Wings Outtakes
The tiny neighborhood known as Victor's Village in District Twelve was quiet in the early morning light, a striking contrast to the rest of the district which was bustling with shop owners preparing to open for business, children doing chores before they got ready for school, and miners walking to and from the coalmine. The window Katniss and Peeta had left cracked open when they left early that morning for the woods was a welcomed sight. All Katniss wanted to do was head up the stairs and go straight to sleep.
"Where do you think you're going?" Peeta asked Katniss as she walked up the stairs leading to their bedroom.
"Back to bed," she answered without bothering to look at him. "You woke me up at two in the morning and I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep."
"Yeah," he called out to her from the bottom of the staircase, "I believe I won a bet this morning and you're supposed to do what I want." She froze before setting her foot on the top step. Peeta bit back his grin, "without arguing," he added knowing that that comment alone would probably bring one on.
Katniss slowly turned to face him. "Are you seriously going to hold me to that bet?" The terms of the bet were simple. The first person to cave in and touch the other in an intimate manner lost. Katniss kissed Peeta, at his request, but she was still the one that made the first move. She took each step leading towards her husband, who wore a cocky grin, at a leisurely pace trying to decide if she was going to play along or make him regret it. 'He does look awfully cute standing there,' she thought to herself. His hair was slightly disheveled, his cheeks held a rosy glow from their brisk walk through the village, and she couldn't deny that the Career training he had been putting them through had provided him with a striking physique. "Okay, Peeta," she made her way back down the stairs, stood on the step above him and leaned her arms on his shoulders. "What's the first thing you want me to do?" She used her best seductive voice hoping to lure him into the bedroom.
"Hmmm," he ran a hand over her rump. "You did leave those pretty undergarments in the woods," a flimsy top and bottom Cinna had designed for her to wear after they were married. Katniss had left them behind that morning after they made love under a cluster of willow trees. "Maybe you should go put some underwear on Katniss?" Peeta gave her bottom a playful smack. "This kitchen really needs to be cleaned and I'm not much in the mood for cleaning."
Katniss stood there with her jaw dropped as Peeta headed into their living room. "You want me to...clean the kitchen?"
"In your underwear," he called out to her.
"Ooooh," she grit her teeth. "You...argh!" Katniss stormed up the stairs, pounding her feet against each one and started the day from hell. "I cannot believe I'm agreeing to this," she was talking to herself at a ridiculously rapid rate. "You should be the one doing things for me. You asked me to kiss you..." she stopped throwing her clothes on the ground when she realized, 'Yes and then you kissed him. You lost the bet.' "Damn it!" She threw her boot across the room. Losing was not one of her favorite things to do.
"That kitchen isn't going to clean itself Katniss!" She heard Peeta calling up to her with laughter in his voice.
"Hmmm," Katniss pulled out some basic undergarments giving them a quick examination, then tossed them to the side and opted to search through the boxes of lingerie that Cinna had created for her to wear during her honeymoon with Peeta. "Oh," she whispered to herself, "this is perfect." Katniss pulled out a miniscule red lace bra and a pair of very tiny underwear to match. 'Two can play this game, Mellark. Let's see how long you're able to watch me clean while I'm wearing this,' and headed back into the kitchen with her hair done in two braids, a flash from the past that always got his blood pumping. "Where should I start?" She asked as he poured himself a cup of tea.
"You want some..." Peeta couldn't believe his eyes. He had never seen Katniss walk around their house showing so much skin before. The red lace bra had her breasts pushed up and barely covered them. The bottoms looked like a swatch of red lace held together with strings, and when she turned around... "Um...so..." he swallowed, "You're going to wear that to clean?"
Sexy was not something she was particularly good at, but she tried her best as she slowly made her way towards him, ran a couple of fingers up his chest and said, "Well, you did say underwear."
"Yeah, but," Peeta glanced down then back up, "Katniss your entire butt is sticking out of this thing."
She turned around, her back facing him and looked over her shoulder. "That's not going to distract you from anything important, is it?"
Peeta knew what she was up to, and now she was going to pay. He playfully slapped a bare cheek and said, "Nope. I was going to paint anyway." As he walked from the kitchen towards the stairs he called to her, "Make sure you do a good job on that oven. You really burned the hell out of it with that fire last night."
"Wha..." Katniss' jaw hit the ground. She was certain he'd be all over her after seeing her dressed, or undressed, but Peeta blew it off like her being scantily clad did nothing for him. "Forget it," she brushed past him on the staircase leading up to their room.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked her as he admired the way her rump moved with each step she took.
"To change! I'm not cleaning in this thing!"
"Sorry," he headed down the hallway towards the spare bedroom he used as an art studio. "You're the one that put those on, now you're going to have to suffer the consequences."
Katniss stood at one end of the hall with a hand on her hip. "Peeta if you make me clean in this..."
"Tell you what," he was willing to put the whole bet to rest considering how incredible she looked, "why don't we make another bet? If you can make it five minutes without complaining about having to clean, I'll let the whole thing go. If not, you've got to wear that to clean the kitchen." In a way he was hoping he'd lose.
"Deal!"
"Deal," Peeta grinned at her. "When you're done with the kitchen there's some laundry that needs to be folded and put away."
"You think I'm doing laundry? Oh, there is no way on earth..." Katniss' hand clapped over her mouth.
"Wow! That's got to be a new record," Peeta laughed. "I gave you five minutes and it took you five seconds."
Katniss scrunched her face and said, "Oh...bite me!"
"Later," he said over his shoulder as he stepped into his makeshift studio. He had stopped himself from letting her out of the bet too many times over the course of the morning, and then she'd bend over and wipe out the oven while he stole a peek from upstairs and his blood would start to pump, his heart would race, and Peeta wondered how long she'd put up with his antics. He was ready to let it all go when he saw her putting away their folded laundry, reminding himself to refold it when she wasn't around, and saw her stomping her frustrations across the kitchen with a handful of kitchen towels. "Hey, look who's here," Peeta reached out and ran a hand over Buttercup's fur.
He was just about to lift the cat up and tell Katniss the animal wasn't so bad and she should give him a chance, but then she asked. "How the hell did that thing get it?" Katniss glared at it and the cat hissed. "Yeah, well...I hate you right back."
"Wow, you two really need to work through these issues," Peeta gave the cat another scratch and said, "Go home, Buttercup. Katniss is grouchy."
"Grouchy?" The few towels she had in her hands were tossed aside. "I am not grouchy, and why the hell is that cat listening to you?" She watched as Buttercup stood at their front door waiting to be released from their dwelling. "You've got to be kidding me." Katniss stood back as Peeta opened the front door and the cat left their home like it had been an invited guest. "That thing is spooky."
"He's smart. Ugly as sin, but smart as a whip." Peeta turned the lock on the door. The sight of Katniss standing there, a smudge of grime on her forehead, the tops of her breasts bulging out of the red lace bra, the see through lace triangle that barely hid a thing, had finally been his undoing. "Katniss," he said in a low and seductive voice. "I think you're done with your chores for the day."
"It's about time," she complained. She had spent the better part of the morning trying her best to get him to come out of his hiding spot and rescue her from the domestic nightmare she was going through. She had bent over when she felt his eyes staring at her, given herself several long stretches, pushing her breasts out of the top of her bra and still, he did nothing. The only thing getting her through the cleaning process was imagining Peeta using his new found power in an enticing manner instead of torturing her with housework.
"You've got soot on your head," Peeta grabbed a towel and wiped it off of her brow then placed a kiss there. "Much better," he breathed into her ear.
"I hope you're not thinking you can just waltz over here and have your way with me," Katniss stood with her hand on her hip, hoping that's exactly what he was thinking. "That bet to tell me what to do will only take you so far."
Peeta gave her a little nod and said, "Yup." he flicked his tongue against her earlobe, "I know." He brushed his open lips against her neck then back up to her ear. "Kiss me, Katniss."
'You did lose a bet,' she told herself as she latched onto his lips. The feeling of his hands skimming down her backside had her delving into his mouth for more. Her body was lifted off of the floor, her toes dangling in the air, as Peeta set her on their kitchen table. "What are you doing?" Her eyes flew open as he ran the flat of his hands down her lace covered breasts.
"What's this called?" He stuck his finger into the tiny string that ran around her body and down her backside.
"Um..." Katniss couldn't think straight when Peeta began to trail his lips over the freckles under her hipbone. "Ribbons and Lace," she told him the name Cinna had given the garment and took a breath in a frail attempt to control her already racing heart. "Peeta, this is the kitchen table."
"I know what it is, Katniss," his eyes looked longingly up her body. "I can stop if you want me to," he said as he placed a kiss over the lace covered vee between her legs. "But I don't think you want me to."
She leaned back on her elbows and let her head fall backwards. "What are you doing to me?"
Peeta skimmed his hands slowly up her inner thighs, placed a light kiss against the spot he loved most on her body, a cluster of freckles underneath her left hipbone and whispered against her skin, "What you've been begging me for all morning long."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said with a catch in her voice. "I've been cleani..." she sucked a quick breath in, her chest rose as quickly as it fell the moment she felt the tip of his tongue flick lightly across her skin.
"Your body doesn't have one natural blemish...no marks with the exception of these," his fingers played just below her hip. "I love these." He kissed them again to prove his point. "What do you want, Katniss?" He asked as he trailed his lips up her stomach...ribs...between her breasts... "Tell me what you want me to do to you and I'll do it."
She loved what he was currently doing. He had a way of making her whole body ache for him. "I thought I was supposed to do what you said. Didn't I lose the bet?"
A flicker of excitement flamed in his eyes. "In that case..." He dipped his tongue teasingly between her lips, slowly lavishing them then pulled a breath away from her. The heat flowing between them grew. A hot source of passion in the midst of a cool kitchen. Peeta ran his hands down the sides of her body, loving the feel of her delicate skin as it dipped inwards at her waist, flared outwards at her hips. He hooked his thumbs beneath the red satin ribbons holding her garment in place and gingerly removed it.
Katniss pulled her legs closer together as Peeta peeled the tiny swatch of fabric off of her body, her toes pointed and flexed at the touch of his skin against hers. Thoughts of their morning together, making love to each other beneath the willow trees right after the sun rose, brought wanton images to her mind. Would he actually tell her to do something and expect her to bow to his whim without arguments as the rules of their flirtatious bet dictated, or would he simply make love to her? The question she posed to herself was answered when she heard his voice telling her to lick her lips. She had no clue why she was being so overly obedient, the truth was their bet meant nothing to her, but she did what he asked out of curiosity, wondering how far he would take the terms of their bet to heart.
The pink tip of her tongue inching out from between Katniss' mouth had Peeta entranced. He was suddenly jealous of her lips. Envious of the moist tongue that slid across the seam of her mouth leaving them glistening and accentuating their fullness. The heat of her excitement radiated from between her thighs against his skin as he kissed his way up her body. "I want to feel your mouth wrapped around me so badly, I can barely breathe," he whispered throatily against her lips. "Will you do that for me, Katniss?"
She peeled off his shirt...his pants and stood in front of him without saying a word until the last of his clothing lay in a pile at their feet. "Yes, Peeta," her husky answer to his request came out before dropping to her knees and taking him in hand.
Peeta wasn't sure if the surge of blood that ran through him was caused because of what she was about to do or the fact that she simply said yes to him. The feel of her fingers slowly taking hold of him, guiding him to her mouth caused him to suck in a sharp breath. As his eyes drifted down to see what she was doing his whole body shook with anticipation. The sight of her in two braids, her hair sticking out in several different places from the housework she had done earlier took nothing away from her stunning features. Peeta reached down and placed his hands on either side of her face, slowly guiding her mouth back and forth over his burning desire for her. Her tongue swirled around, up and down until that part of his body was drenched in her saliva. Her hands ran up and down his thighs...hips, until one skimmed across his buttocks and pushed him further into her mouth. "Dear God, Katniss," the words escaped from his mouth without him even realizing it.
Katniss took him in hand, pulled away from him and let her eyes trail up his body. "Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." She continued to stroke him as she spoke. Her mouth went back to work on him. She loved it when she was able to bring pleasure to him. Watching him lose all inhibitions, letting himself enjoy her pleasing actions, it made her feel like she could accomplish anything. She could tell when he would get overly excited by the way his body responded. The sounds of his heavy breathing, the way his legs would tense up, the sounds he made and the way a certain part of his body swelled...vibrated against her tongue. She wanted this, wanted to feel him do this to her too, but she wasn't going to stop until he asked her to, even if that meant she didn't stop until he reached his climactic finish. Things like this weren't meant for her, they were always meant for him. She knew Peeta put her needs first, but Katniss did the same for him. Finding the act of giving was so much better than receiving.
Peeta's words barely came out. "You have to stop, Katniss" He missed it the second she removed her lips from his body. He lifted her back onto the table, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra sliding it off of her arms, dropping it into their heap of clothes. "Lay back," he gently ordered and saw the question in her eyes. "You told me all I had to do was tell you what I want. I want to do this." His hand gently pushed her shoulders back until she was laying across their kitchen table with her legs hanging off of it. "Tell me this is okay," he spoke as he moved his mouth down her throat. "I want to do this so badly, Katniss." He took a rose tipped breast into his mouth and lavished it. "Say it's okay." He kissed his way down her stomach, felt it tighten beneath his lips, trailed his tongue over her cluster of freckles and said from between her legs, "Tell me you want this too." He placed a soft kiss against her mound. "Do you want this, Katniss?"
A kitchen table in the middle of the afternoon was not what Katniss ever imagined married people did together, yet in an instant her life went from ordinary to extraordinary with the touch of Peeta's lips against her skin. She nodded her head yes granting him permission, but Peeta shook his head from side to side telling her that wasn't good enough.
"Say it. Tell me you want this too." He flicked the tip of his tongue against the inner part of her thigh.
"I..." she arched her back when his fingers spread her apart. "Yes, Peeta. I want this." His tongue glided up and down her intimate secret. Lapping softly, dipping in, then gliding around the little nub that caused her toes to curl. Her hands automatically reached for the back of his head, holding him in place as sounds of pleasure escaped from between her lips. He had done this to her twice before and Katniss was sure she was going to explode with desire both times. This time she allowed herself to enjoy each and every movement his tongue made against her flesh. The heat of his breath, the feeling of his hair tangled between her fingers. She allowed herself to drown in love until he brought her to the edge of ecstasy and pushed her over the brink. She had expected him to stop after crying out his name, but he didn't. Instead he continued to trail kisses between her thighs, up and down her legs, ran his hands over her hips until he dragged his mouth up her body and let his lips linger at her ear.
"I've been dying to do that to you all day long." There was a rasping in Peeta's voice as he spoke to her and a desperate need to live out what he had been fantasizing about since she walked downstairs wearing Cinna's little design. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he gently ordered her, but she didn't move. "Now," it had to be now. He couldn't wait anymore. The sound of her moaning in his ear made him momentarily wonder if she actually liked him telling her what to do. He picked her up and carried her with her legs and arms wrapped around his body, to their living room floor.
"Here?" She asked shyly.
"Yes," his mouth attacked hers and again she began to make the sounds that drove him wild. "God, I love those noises," he pulled away from her and watched her face as she bit her lip. "That's my job," he leaned down and flicked his tongue against her mouth then gently took her bottom lip between his teeth. "Touch me," he said between their kiss, but when her hand began to travel downward he stopped her with his words. "Not with your hand Katniss. I want you to rub yourself against me."
"Oh God," She lifted her hips slightly up off of the floor and began moving back and forth against his arousal. "What else? What do you want me to do?" She was suddenly thrilled with the prospect of being at his mercy.
Peeta found himself enjoying this little game they were playing. He had to stop and think for a second about what he wanted from her, and then he said, "Roll over." He got up on his knees and watched her as she quickly got to her stomach. "On your hands and knees." She obliged without any complaints and dropped her head down when he slid himself inside of her. His breath started coming out in little pants as he took hold of her hips, moving her back and forth, sliding her body over his.
Katniss threw her head back when she felt him curl over her and trail his lips up and down her spine. "God, I love that."
He knew. He knew everything she liked, or so he thought. "What else do you like?" She answered with a groan and a flip of her head. He could feel her body tightening around him every time his voice got more authoritative.
"I..." she couldn't think straight. "I like it when you wrap my braid around your hand." The slight tug of her hair when Peeta took both dangling braids caused her to cry out even louder. The feeling of his body swelling inside of her, gliding to the edge and slipping effortlessly back in, in slow powerful motion had her grinding herself against him.
With each thrust he could feel her clench around him, gripping him, holding him deep inside. He released her hair, reached around her upper body taking hold of her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing the tip of each one causing her to moan in pleasure. His hips moved faster, his hands slower as her body stopped moving entirely.
Each muscle in her body froze as Peeta brought her to the edge of ecstasy, not quite pushing her over the brink. Her back arched of its own accord, her head fell forward, her toes curled up into balls as Peeta's skillful hands played against her tingling skin. Her screams were louder than she expected, she was holding nothing back, the level of excitement continued to grow when Peeta clamped his arms around her body, her breasts flattened with one arm, her waist secure with the other, and his upper body pressed against her back.
How did he get close enough to her? Nothing seemed to satisfy him today. He pulled her body against his own, pressed his lips against her ear and choked out, "I need more."
More? What more could she give to him? "Stop," her voice gravely. She wanted to adjust her position with him, but he refused to halt his movements. "Peeta," she choked out, "stop moving."
"No."
Her entire body tingled when he refused her. "I just want to..."
"Shut up, Katniss," he said it forcefully. The hint of aggression in his voice thrilled her. "I'm the one that gets to tell you what to do, remember?"
She remembered, and boy was it driving her wild. He had never been so demanding before. It was completely out of character for him. The word wicked popped into her head. A slightly evil version of Peeta was taking more from their love making which caused her toes to curl and her fists to ball up. The pressure was building deep within her stomach, the familiar tightness that told her she was close to reaching climax. Peeta must have sensed it because his hand that was around her waist traveled between her legs and began taunting her...teasing her between her folds. She couldn't say a word. All she could do was pant out her excitement, and let her heart's rapid beating thump through her chest.
"Do you really want me to stop?" Peeta had thought her silence signaled displeasure. His movements began to slow down to almost a complete stop.
"NO!" She screamed out at him.
His brows shot upwards when he realized she was enjoying this. A strangled moan escaped from between his lips as he pulled himself out of her and rolled her onto her back. "Then why did you say stop?"
Katniss was laying there, unsatisfied, yearning for completion. She raised her arms to him, hoping to encourage him to rejoin their union. "I just wanted to roll over."
"So you wanted to be on your back?" Her squirms across the floor were difficult to resist, but he was determined to show that he knew how much she was enjoying their little cat and mouse game.
"Yes," she breathed out. "Peeta, come down here." She stared up at his kneeling form taking it all in. His muscular body, blue eyes sparkling with a hint of determination in them, rosy cheeks, sweat forming at his temples and the one thing she wanted buried deep inside of her. "Please," she begged and moved her legs slightly open.
Peeta shook his head. "I thought today was about what I wanted, Katniss." He leaned over her and pressed himself into her stomach. "You're not going back on our bet are you?" She didn't say a word, just shook her head from side to side. "Good." His mouth sought out one of her breasts and began sucking at the hardened tip. His hands held her hips still so she couldn't raise them off of the ground, and though he had been on the edge of exploding the need to make her wait for him was just too tempting. Katniss was always so in control of herself that seeing her this way made him feel powerful. His switched to her other breast and pressed himself against her, rubbed himself back and forth against her smooth skin.
"Dear God, Peeta! Come on!" Frustration took on a new meaning at that moment.
Peeta let out a little chuckle against her skin then shut her up with his lips. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, swirling, dipping, dancing with his. Peeta's fingers dug slightly into her flesh and Katniss' groan of pleasure set his soul on fire. He reached between them and moved himself up and down between her legs, listened to her hungry mews between their kiss and drove her slowly towards insanity by pulling away from her again. "You want this really badly, don't you?"
Katniss' eyes were on fire. "Like you don't!?" She was up on her elbows. "What are you doing? Why won't you..."
His hand reached out and tugged her hair, exposing her neck to him. His mouth traveled down her throat then back up to her lips. "Katniss," he gave her chin a little suck. "How badly do you want me?"
She reached down and grabbed his hand, guided it between their bodies and let him feel how much she wanted him.
"That's pretty badly," his Cheshire like grin played upon his lips. "If you want me, then you'll have to take me." He rolled onto his back next to her, and waited.
He had been driving her crazy with desire for what felt like hours, and now Katniss was finally going to be able to get what she wanted. She climbed on top of him, took him in hand and glided him inside of her wet slit. Her head fell backwards as he entered her. Her mouth had gone dry, licking her lips did nothing. Her breathing was completely out of control, the air felt hot and thick. Her thighs were weak, her arms even weaker as she collapsed onto his body and began moving her hips up and down. She could feel his hands grip her and start moving her faster and faster until she had no choice but to stop moving all together. She may have been on top of him, but Peeta was clearly in charge of their rhythmic pace.
Katniss' hands found their way into his hair as her body lay almost limply on top of him. He knew he had taken all he could from her and now it was time to give back. He manipulated her motions, guiding her in a way that took him to the very end of her then thrusting deep within. Every few seconds he could feel her twitch, hear her whimpering until finally she dug her fingers into his scalp and buried her face in his neck. Her strangled cries, the way her body clamped down around him was the pinnacle of his desire as he pulled himself from her and released himself between their bodies.
The feeling of Peeta's pleasure flowing between them had Katniss' bite down on his shoulder as she erupted. Hot sparks of white light danced behind her close eyelids, as that certain part of her body convulsed, clenched...screamed out its own cry of satisfaction.
Peeta could feel Katniss' heart racing against his chest and heard a tiny, ow come from her as she lifted herself off of him. "Did I hurt you?" He was suddenly sure he had gone too far. "Katniss, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," she rolled onto her side, facing him. "My muscles are just a bit sore. Between training, going to the woods before dawn, and housework...I'm beat."
Peeta was flooded with guilt. "Katniss, I'm sorry. I went too far...I...I..."
"Shut up, Peeta." Katniss closed her eyes, exhaustion set in, and curled into his side.
Peeta reached an arm around her and realized Katniss was sound asleep. "Guess I gave you a workout," he laughed quietly to himself. He rested there for a few minutes, his body was almost as tired as hers was, then carried her up to bed. She didn't move a muscle. He was sure she'd stir when he cleaned her up with a warm cloth, but still she didn't move...she didn't move one inch until hours later when his entire body stiffened as a result of a nightmare.
"You okay" She rolled into his arms. The sun was still bright in the sky, yet they were sleeping as though it were the middle of the night.
"I'm fine." He was now that he was awake and had her in his arms.
"Mmkay," she felt great. Tired, but great. She brushed her nose against his chin and whispered sleepily into his neck, "I like evil Peeta."
He let out a little burst of laughter. "Evil Peeta?"
"You were so...wicked today." She gave her body a little shimmy. "I liked it."
"Is that why you said stop?" He still wasn't convinced that he didn't hurt her.
"I didn't want you to stop, but I loved it when you said no to me." Again she felt her body give a little shudder when she thought about it.
"So you said stop, but you wanted me to keep going?" Peeta was a bit confused. "Wait a minute," he glanced down at her, "you wanted..." it suddenly stuck him, "you wanted me to take it from you."
"Shut up," she said it with a hint of shame in her voice.
Happiness. That's what he felt coursing through him. "Anytime you want evil...wicked Peeta to appear, you let me know. I liked it just as much as you did." There was one thing in particular he absolutely adored. "When you said, 'yes, Peeta,' to me...damn Katniss. I never knew two words could sound so sexy."
"We have to stop talking about this now," she covered her face with one of her hands, and buried it deeper into the spot between his chin and shoulder.
He could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks and knew she was embarrassed. Why things felt a little weird afterward he had no clue, but they always did. He was sure uncertainty was part of it, they were still fairly new when it came to intimacy. "Just one more thing, then I'll stop talking about tit."
"What?"
He cleared his throat. "Next time we...uh...okay, if we ever do this again then I'm going to need to know you don't want me to stop even when you say you do."
He was bringing up a very good point. "I'll just tell you to stop."
"That doesn't make any sense, Katniss. You'll have to think of something else to say other than, 'stop,' if you want me to, because otherwise I'm going to think you're just saying it, and you don't mean it," he gave her a little squeeze. "That can be very confusing for a guy."
"Oh," again he brought up a good point. "Think of something non sexual."
"What?" His nose did a little twitch.
"Something completely...unsexy." Katniss started thinking. The first thing that came to mind was Haymitch. "Blech," she made a face into his shoulder.
"What are you thinking about that has you sounding like you're going to be sick?"
"Haymitch."
Peeta let out a burst of laughter. "Oh, please don't say Haymitch while we're in the middle of sex. That would put a stop to it for life."
Katniss giggled and stretchered out her legs. "Ooh, how about orange?"
"That's my favorite color," Peeta grinned.
"Yeah," Katniss said sheepishly. "I was thinking about Effie's hair, but your favorite color works too."
"Okay," Peeta's face twisted a bit, "You thinking about Haymitch is like me thinking of Effie. We're going to have to base it on my favorite color...or the fruit."
"Works for me. Orange it is." Katniss yawned and stretched. "Time to get up. I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," Peeta tickled her ribs. "You making lunch?"
"Grilled cheese sandwiches it is," She got out of bed and threw on last night's pajama shirt. "It's the only thing I know how to cook without burning it to a crisp, unless you want to build a fire in our backyard and let me cook over an open flame like I used to do in the woods."
"Grilled cheese and tomato soup sounds perfect." He pulled his pants on.
"You making the soup?" She headed down the stairs.
Peeta followed behind her. "Thought you were making lunch? Hey...aren't you supposed to be doing what I say all day?"
Katniss turned to face him from the bottom step. "If you make me cook in that skimpy thing of Cinna's, I'll be saying orange every single day for eternity."
Peeta lifted up his hands and laughed. "Guess life is back to normal again, huh?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Katniss," He continued to laugh and walked around her. "I'm just pretty sure the words, 'yes, Peeta,' won't be coming out of your mouth without an argument first."
Katniss smacked his bottom as she entered the kitchen going for the fridge. "And you wouldn't have it any other way, Mellark."
'No,' he thought to himself as she started swearing and complaining about cooking regardless of whether or not she offered to do it, 'he wouldn't have it any other way at all.'
