Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
A/N: Ok, so I have read all the books and seen the movie, but this kind of continues on from the scene in the movie when Katniss shoves Peeta against a wall mad that he made her look 'weak'.
I didn't follow the book because he gets his hands cut and that wouldn't work out for this... haha
I hope you enjoy it...
Manners.
Why wasn't Peeta reprimanded about his manners?
Or lack thereof.
I send a final fierce glare at Haymitch feeling anger bubbling in the pit of my stomach threatening make it way up my throat and form a string of uncouth words.
Which would definitely get me a lecture about manners.
As I turn away from everyone and stalk up the stairs which Peeta just departed I let my mind wonder what is it with Effie and manners.
Surely she doesn't think it's good manners to send twenty four kids into an arena and watch as they fight to their certain death.
Watching as they brutally murder each other and become savage beasts at the hand of the Capitol.
Primrose Everdeen.
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly warding off the memory of my sweet, innocent twelve year old sisters name being read out for every citizen on Panem to hear.
I let a single tear slip down my face at the memory of her face when she heard her death sentence.
I open my eyes, blazing with fire and feel anger coarse through my veins as I remember Peeta and his stunt.
I narrow my eyes, pick up my pace and imagine curling my fingers around Peeta's neck for making me look weak.
Desirable?
Oh please.
I spare a quick glance around before pushing Peeta's door open with force and feel the amusement of seeing him jump in shock.
But I don't let the amusement show. I'm just the girl on fire.
"Katniss?" He barely has time for my name to fall from his soft lips before I have him pinned against the wall again.
"What are you doing?" He asks, struggling beneath my tight hold.
I shove my arm tighter against his windpipe and he takes a sharp intake of breath before standing still looking into my eyes with an emotion I can't quite decipher.
My thoughts are consumed with the emotion being displayed in his beautiful eyes that my long tirade of curses can't make their way past my red lips.
The room is silent and still and the only sounds are our laboured breathing and the beat of our hearts.
"Katnis-" he tries again and I force him harder into the wall once more.
"Don't." I hiss out, but still the curses don't come out of my mouth.
My eyes frantically search his for the truth, for his feelings and more importantly for that emotion swimming in his beautiful orbs.
Love.
I shake my head slightly, ridding my ludicrous thought immediately. He mentioned a crush, not love.
And besides, it was all a hoax. Just a part in the game that I wasn't let in on.
The fire is back in my eyes in less than a second, and I open my mouth to let all my thoughts and anger out on Peeta.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask him in a deadly voice, and I can feel the motion as he swallows a mouthful of spit nervously.
"I- I didn't know how. I tried, I really tried. So many times Katniss, but I... you have no idea what affect you have on people. I just couldn't. And it killed me every day you didn't know, every day I died a little bit more because you didn't know." His tone is begging with me, pleading me to believe his kind words.
My mouth drops open in shock, fire gone from my eyes but still blazing in my heart. I can't afford to let my heart open.
"No, I mean why didn't you tell me about your plan... to pretend to like me." I blink at him slowly, my hold on him considerably less. I hadn't noticed, but it wouldn't take much for him to fend me off. But he doesn't.
"It's not a plan. I meant every word, I just wanted, no needed you to know how I felt about you." He tells me softly, his eyes shining with love.
"Publicly?" I ask bitterly.
"I thought it would help with sponsors. Haymitch is right, as much as it isn't for the tributes, for the audience of the Capitol it's a game. All they want is a good show. I gave them that; in return I hope to god we get enough parachutes to help you stay alive." He tells me, I search his eyes wanting to find his lies but all I can see is truth, honestly and love.
"You meant it? What you said? You honestly have a crush on me?" I feel tears threatening to spill over and I blink rapidly to eliminate that possibility.
"I have more than a crush on you Katniss. I love you. I have since the first moment I saw you."
Love.
Once again, I search for a flaw in his words, his tone and his eyes but come up empty.
He's telling the truth.
All of a sudden my mind is clouded with the memory of a young Peeta showing me such an unbelievable kindness.
Keeping me alive.
The day he gave me the bread was the day I had the strength to push on for my family and for myself.
And I suppose... for Peeta.
It's in this moment that I feel the fire leave my heart, and the walls surrounding it start to crumble.
I realise that I have always loved the boy with the bread. Ever since that day, the first day I really took notice of him.
Since that moment, I have been subconsciously taking notice of him too.
Feeling a jealous twinge when a girl gushes about how handsome he looks, or when a giggling girl vies for his attention.
The proud swelling in my chest when he placed second in wrestling. The smile always fighting its way to my face at his jokes and humorous nature.
I stand in front of the man I love, shell shocked at my recent discovery.
I am in love with Peeta Mellark.
I always have been, always will be.
I feel a stab at my heart as I realise the time I've wasted burying my feelings from view, from everyone and myself.
I was afraid of what would come of our relationship. I'd have fall harder and deeper in love with him every day and all the walls built around my heart since my father's death and my mother's demise would be nonexistent.
I'd be ecstatic the day he proposed, a radiant bride on our wedding day.
I feel a large smile spring to my face at that thought, before it vanishes in an instant.
I see an internal battle within Peeta deciding what to do at this moment.
Yes, I see why I buried these feelings. A relationship leads to marriage.
And marriage undeniably leads to children.
Something I will never have under the reign of the Capitols power.
I let my arms fall from Peeta trying to make sense of every thought and emotion.
I move my hands up to cup Peeta's cheeks looking into his shocked eyes before pressing my lips against his firmly.
A shocked gasps falls from his warm lips before he starts kissing back, his hands finding my waist.
I feel butterflies form in my stomach, and my heart swells. I smile into the kiss, loving the feeling of Peeta's lips against mine and the feeling in my chest.
Peeta's hands snake around my waist drawing me into his chest, our bodies flush against each other's and I let out a sigh of contentment.
I wrap my arms around Peeta's neck, pulling him closer to me as his tongue glides along my closed lips.
I hesitate slightly before parting my lips slightly and gasp as I feel his tongue guide my lips apart.
I feel my palms sweat slightly in nerves.
This is my first kiss, and it could not be more perfect.
I blush as an involuntary moans slips through my lips and into Peeta's mouth, he chuckle in response upon feeling my blush heat my cheeks.
I move to pull away humiliated and unsatisfied when Peeta's strong, but gentle hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me back, our tongues immediately meeting again.
I feel his hand move from my neck, as he runs it softly over my covered breast and down to rest of my hip. All of a sudden Peeta spins us around and throws me into the wall causing a loud, surprised gasp to fall from my lips.
Unprepared for such a move I blink at Peeta's smirking face before his lips are on mine again, his tongue fighting for dominance.
I moan as his hands roam freely over my body, feeling my breasts through the soft fabric of my dress. I can feel the need building in me and the want I feel is so new to me, it scares and excites me all at the same time.
Peeta pulls away gently, a small smile on his face as I try to fight back the lust building within me.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for Katniss. How you just made me the happiest man alive." He tells me, and I feel momentarily stunned.
There he goes again using his brilliant words to stun and move people.
"Probably as long as I've been pretending I haven't wanted to do it..." He looks shocked at my words so I bite my bottom lip in deep thought before smirking at him.
"Oh, and I know of a few ways you could be even happier." I purr at him trying my best to sound seductive.
Complete fail I'm sure. Haymitch says I've got the as much charm as a dead slug.
I'm not humble, cocky, witty, funny, sexy or mysterious. But I pray to god I can pull off seductive right now because I am almost writhing with need.
For a moment I stare at Peeta's face full of disbelief and I worry I went too far. I'm about to open my mouth and try to backtrack when his lips are slamming against mine once more with more passion than ever.
Our kiss is fierce and full of zeal as my hands start to undo Peetas shirt buttons hastily, wanting to run my fingers over his muscled chest.
Peeta pulls away breathlessly, his hands catching mine stopping my actions immediately.
"What's wrong?" I ask breathlessly, worried I've gone too far.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks his tone unsure and confused.
"Positive. I love you Peeta." My confession stuns him into silence, his hands releasing mine immediately.
"What?" He asks, shaking his head as if to clear his ears.
"I love you." I smile at him, my eyes portraying my honesty.
"But..." His eyes search my smiling face, trying to find answers to his unasked questions.
"I've been in love with you since the day you gave me the bread. I didn't realise it until tonight because in all honestly, the thought scares the hell out of me. But we're here, and I can't keep pretending that I don't love you. I can't keep my feelings squashed in fear because of what might happen in the future. The future is uncertain and you never know what's going to happen. I love you Peeta Mellark and I wish I'd realised it sooner." His face lights up with a handsome smile at my confession before his lips press against mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.
"I love you too Katniss Everdeen." He whispers back against my lips, with no traces of doubt laced in his tone.
Peeta's delicate hands reach up and attempt to free my hair from its extravagant bun; he manages to free most of my hair before giving up. I sigh in relief as it's not longer tied up and feel it fall down and caress by bare shoulders.
"Make love to me Peeta." I whisper in return and feel his steady hands move my left arm up slightly so he can slowly pull down the zipper at my side.
I feel butterflies form in my stomach, nervous of what tonight will bring.
When the zipper is all the way down Peeta presses a small kiss to my lips and then another below my left ear causing a giggle to escape my lips.
I let the dress fall to the ground and survey the look of love and adoration on Peeta's handsome face. I feel a blush crawl up my neck and taint my cheeks as his eyes widen and mouth opens at seeing me standing there in nothing but my undergarments.
"You're so beautiful Katniss." He whispers out in awe, his eyes not leaving my body. I feel my blush deepen and a large smile appears on my flushed face.
"Thank you." I whisper out modestly.
"You're absolutely perfect." His eyes find mine, and a smile makes its way to his face to return mine.
I reach forward with shaky hands and slowly finish unbuttoning his shirt before meeting his eyes again and letting the shirt fall from his taut shoulders and onto the plush carpet.
I run my hands over his smooth chest, feeling the muscles and smile to myself as a moan slips through his lips from my touch.
When my hands reach his waist, I avert my eyes away from his and start to undo his belt my blush threatening to return to my smooth face. After I unzip the pants and let them fall to the ground, my face heats up and I can't move my eyes from his cock straining against his boxers.
Peeta's fingers reach out and delicately caress my chin before guiding my eyes up to meet his worried ones, clouding over with lust.
"Katniss, we don't have to do this. We can stop now if you want. I'd be perfectly content with just holding you in my arms tonight knowing you're safe." I shake my head, willing my red face to return to normal.
"No, I want this. Really, I do Peeta. I'm just nervous..." I trail off embarrassed at my lack of experience.
"You have nothing to be nervous about. We'll figure it out together." He tells me with a charming smile and a reassuring tone.
"What? You can't be a..." I trail off, not being able to say the word.
Virgin.
"Why not? I've been in love with you since the day I saw you. I could never share this moment with anyone else... and I'm pretty sure I'd remember if we had done this before. I remember everything about you." I let out a loud giggle at his words, feeling all the pressure and tension leaving my body.
"it's just you and me." He whispers out while drawing me into his arms.
"Just you and me." I whisper back as his lips claim mine.
Our tongues dance together as he guides us back to his bed. When his legs hit the bed, his sits down slowly and I move to straddle him gasping as I feel his hard cock against my underwear clad entrance.
I feel myself dripping wet with need as his hands reach behind me to unclip my bra and slide it off my smooth skin slowly.
He pulls away from me, his eyes taking in my exposed, perky breasts before moving forward and catching one in his warm mouth as his hand moves to massage my other.
A loud groan comes from my lips, as his teeth graze my hard nipple. I ran my hands through his blonde hair before digging my nails into the back of his neck.
Peeta starts to trail kissed along my chest and up my neck before claiming my lips again, and gently rolling us over and moving me along the bed so my head is resting on the soft pillows my hair spilling out beneath me.
His kiss is long, sweet and reassuring as my hands reach down to tug softly on his boxers. Peeta helps me remove them before tossing them carelessly onto the floor beside the bed.
I can't help but gulp when I see his exposed cock and feel the throbbing increase between my legs. I try squeezing my thighs together to lessen the strange and new sensation only to realise I'm squeezing Peeta's waist between my legs.
He chuckles softly at me, and I feel another blush grace my already rosy cheeks as I start to worry about the size of his cock that will soon be inside me.
I moan at the thought and move my eyes to meet Peeta's, our lust filled eyes reflect in each others before Peeta's hand moves down to my underwear, and his fingers gently stroke my entrance through the thin material.
I throw my head back into the pillows at his touch, and dig my nails into his shoulders trying to resist squeezing my thighs together once more.
Peeta slowly and gently hooks his fingers into my panties before pulling them down my thighs, past my shaking knees, down my legs and over my feet.
He places a chaste kiss on my soft, slightly swollen lips before pulling back to watch my face as he gently pushes one finger into my opening.
I moan out his name, as I squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure writing from his touch.
He gently pushes another finger inside, and I gasp at the sensation as he continues to thrust them in and out, causing my wetness to grow and my want in further need of satisfaction.
Peeta carefully continues his ministrations, watching the bliss on my face before I feel my walls start to tighten and only a few moments later I call out Peeta's name as I cum.
I feel Peeta slip down to lick up my cum and I gasp as I feel his warm tongue trail along my entrance.
Peeta comes back up to place a gentle, lingering kiss on my lips letting me taste myself.
He pulls away to stare into my eyes, before moving his cock to my entrance and searching my eyes for any signs of uncertainty.
He doesn't find any, so he slowly pushes into me and I moan at the feeling of his cock entering me. I feel the tightness as he continues to push into me and feel the discomfort as he tries to kiss away the pain.
A few moments later we're both laying there still, giving me a chance to adjust to the feeling. I rock my hips slightly letting him know I'm ready again and he gently starts to thrust into me, ensuring my needs are meet before his own.
Our kisses are sweet and full of love and admiration as he continues to thrust into me. I encourage him to speed up as the pleasure increases and soon enough we're both moaning and whispering each other's name.
I feel my walls tightening again and after a few more thrusts we both cum together, Peeta inside of me.
"I love you." He whispers to me quietly, kissing my lips sweetly.
"I love you too." I mumble against his lips before he gently pulls out of me and rolls onto the bed next to me.
I immediately snuggle into his side and his fingers play with my curls, the action soothing me and coaxing me into a deep, happy sleep.
A/N: Please leave a review and let me know what you thought. Also I haven't decided whether to leave it here or not... maybe continue on and have a chapter for the morning after with a few jokes from Haymitch? Or continue on into the Arena and change things up.
Let me know what you think...
Thanks :)