A/N: Eeeek, new fandom, why do I do this to myself. After years of deliberate avoidance I found myself dragged to see hunger games, then of course had to read the books and am utterly obsessed (and relatively content). There was just one thing that kept nagging at me and I see it has been done here many times but I still couldn't help myself. So here we have Katniss and Peeta's last night in the Capitol before the Quarter Quell ruins everyone's lives. Please excuse the writing, first person present is outside my comfort zone
I turn once to reassure myself Peeta is safely in my room before I close the door, turning the lock. At least tonight, no one will take him from me.
I lean back against the door and stare at the boy in front of me, the boy with the bread. He stands awkwardly, hovering by my bed, normally being the one who joins me under the covers.
I've accepted that I will die so he, who has given me so much, can live. There is no point having doubts any more. Accepting this fact has allowed me to rid myself of any discomfort I felt around him, whether it be as a result of his feelings or mine. So I carelessly unbutton my shirt, letting it drop and undoing my pants as I walk over to the dresser. They fall to my feet and I carefully step out of them as I open a drawer, pulling on the first night dress I find before turning back to Peeta. I notice he hasn't moved and his eyes are fixed on me, the slightest blush tinting his cheeks.
I only smile, walking towards him and stopping just before I press against him, leaning my forehead on his shoulder for a brief moment, surprised as always at the comfort I find in contact with him.
"Forget the shower, let's go to bed." He doesn't object, simply nods and as I slip beneath the thin sheet, tossing back the heavy covers he turns away from me, pulling his shirt over his head and I can see the evidence of the months of training we went through leading up to this, as the muscles ripple along his broad shoulders. He drops his pants and I see him hesitate, standing in only his boxers, eyes glancing towards the door. "Forget pyjamas, it's a warm night, just come to bed."
"Sure Katniss." He replies, walking over and easing into bed beside me. I feel my body relax at the familiarity of the mattress moving under his weight and shuffle over to close the distance he left between us. As I nestle against his side his arm automatically comes around me and I sigh in contentment I shouldn't be feeling knowing tomorrow I might die.
"I would trade almost anything if it meant for the rest of eternity neither of us had to leave this bed." I whisper, drawing patterns on his bare chest, trying to remember where the scars were before the Capitol remade us both.
"I know, I would too"
"It's not fair." And for the first time my voice wavers and Peeta's arm tightens around me. I prop myself up to face him and notice the sadness in his eyes. "They can't just leave us alone... They want to take everything." Peeta's fingers tangle through my hair and he pulls me back to him and whispers soothing things. I rest my hand over his heart, the familiar beat reminding me that my boy with the bread is worth dying for. Because Peeta has given me his everything.
Everything.
He has done everything for me. Excepting these few days I've given him little but pain. In whatever way it is, in a way I don't understand, I know now that I love Peeta. Who saved me. Who loves me unfalteringly and unquestioningly. Who sees the good in everything that I never can. The realisation brings a crushing sensation to my chest but along with it a determination that at least for a few hours I can show him what he means to me, like he has done for me for so long.
"I'm not letting them take everything. There are things we can have and they can never take." I tell him, pleased that the weakness has left my tone.
His expression turns confused and I lean down and kiss him and as his grip tightens on me I know that this is right, this is what I want and need. He pulls back and mutters my name, protest obvious and I kiss him again, harder, and when he gasps my lips part and I can taste him and for a moment I can think of nothing but how I want him.
He pushes me away and I inhale sharply because the loss of contact hurts in a way I can't explain and though I try to lean closer, he holds me back.
"What are you doing?" He asks in a low, even voice, which makes my stomach twist in a way that just makes the distance from him hurt more.
"This is our last time alone. From tomorrow, every moment of potentially the rest of our lives will belong to the Capitol. Tonight belongs to us. I want to make the most of it. I..." I falter, trying to put what I feel into words, which have never been my strong point. "I want to experience every little thing I can before then and… We've been through so much together, this is something else I want to belong to us."
This time when I kiss him he returns the pressure, shifting so we both lay on our sides, pulling me flush against him. I moan at the contact of his warm body and his tongue slips between my lips and my body tingles so that I can't help but grip his hair tightly. His lips break from mine and he presses kisses down my jaw, to my neck where he sucks gently and I moan again, pressing myself closer. I feel him harden against me and my desire heightens, bringing my hand to press against his behind as I move against him. He gasps, pushing me onto my back before taking the hem of my night dress and yanking it up. I wiggle to help him and he throws it with disregard, leaning over to kiss me and resting his hand on my breast. I can feel the warmth through the thin fabric of my bra and my back arches off the bed as he alternates pressure between his fingers and thumb. I reach around my back swiftly undoing my bra and tugging it for Peeta to get the message. As he pushes the garment aside and his fingers ghost over my bare skin I gasp and squirm, my legs pressing harder together as I feel the tingling between them. I've felt it a few times and each time I have gone straight out to hunt until it passes, like an itch you know not to scratch. But today I want to.
I barely resist, settling for rubbing my legs together as Peeta's experienced fingers touch me with the skill only a baker could manage. He seems to have noticed what I want because he breaks our kiss and gently licks my breast, the unexpected pleasure drawing an unsuppressed cry from me as his hands slowly moves down my stomach to run gently across the band of my underwear. For the first time, I feel nervous.
"I've never done anything like this before." I blurt out and Peeta stops to look up at me. His lips are wet and I miss his touch instantly and wish I never said anything, yet I keep talking. "Not with a boy or even... Even m-my-myself. I don't know anything, I don't want to disappoint you." I whisper, looking to the side so I don't have to see his expression.
When he turns me back to face him he smiles with so much love I feel stupid when he gently kisses me.
"They give the boys a talk at school on... How this all works. When I got back and everything my oldest brother told me everything he knows in case... Well, this happened. You could never disappoint me." His fingers run down the front of my underwear and I feel the fabric stick to me and my heart skips a beat as I hope it's normal. He must see the panic on my face because he smiles and with his free hand brushes my hair behind my ear. "Do you know how sexy that is? That you are so wet for me? Can I take these off? I want to feel you." All I can do is nod and he hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them down, leaving me lying naked before him. He kneels at my feet, eyes taking me in and I can feel myself blushing and resist the urge to cover myself.
He lies down on top of me, kissing me slowly, bringing his hands to my waist. He pulls back so his lips are barely touching mine and smiles.
"You are so beautiful." He whispers and I can't help but believe him. He shifts to his side next to me, his hand running down my body to rest on my lower stomach. My legs instantly spread slightly and he notices and smiles wider. "Katniss, may I touch you?"
"Oh, Peeta, please." I all but beg and as he runs his finger slowly along me I whimper and wonder how I have lived my life without this feeling. His finger slips slightly inside me and my hips jerk and I whine as he brings it back out, continuing his gentle caresses. I reach across, my hand resting on the front of his boxers, finding the hardness from before and his free hand grips my wrist, moving my hand to rest on my breast.
"I don't need any help there, Katniss. Touch yourself for me."
I notice the command, so different from the boy asking my permission only moments ago and I feel compelled to obey. Curiously I run my fingers across my skin, watching Peeta who is fixated on the action. His interest brings about a confidence in me and I work to imitate his earlier movements, I let out a pleased sigh as I run my nipple between my fingers and moan as Peeta's fingers move up quickly between my folds. He stops and seems worried he has hurt me and I shake my head, desperate for him to continue.
"Do that, again, there, please." His fingers make small circles over the spot and I moan deeper, because whatever I thought was pleasure before was child's play compared to this. "Peeta, I want to now, I want you now."
I reach over and tug down the side of his boxers and he bites his lip as he takes my hand.
"Katniss, you said you don't know anything about this, but be serious, you must know a little, so tell me how much?"
"Well..." I'm confused by his question but try to answer knowing he must have a reason for asking. "That, your, well, goes... You know, inside me, and uh, that's how people have children, but that they don't always do it wanting kids and..." I trail off, feeling ridiculous and wishing I'd been able to ask my mother these things.
"Katniss..." He rests his forehead against mine, entwining our fingers. "It can hurt for you, the first time, are you sure you want to do this?"
"I don't care, I want you, please, Peeta, just take me now, I need you." I can see his resolve to try and talk me out of it weakening at my tone, but he still hesitates, looking for arguments which are going to have no effect on me.
"I want this to be good for you, I don't want to finish before you." He mumbles and my eyebrows lower as I consider what he means.
"What do you mean? How can we finish at different times? We do it all together?"
He smiles and I know I've said something stupid when he kisses me.
"I promise if I do I'll show you after what I mean."
He slowly pulls his boxers down and I'm alarmed for a moment at the sight of him. In the last few months I've seen many naked men that my mother has treated and none of them looked like this. Peeta's manhood extends outward from his body, much bigger than any of the ones that hung limp between any of the other men's legs.
"I'll go slowly, I promise it fits, just tell me if it hurts." He reassures me, seemingly correctly interpreting my expression.
I only nod, mute, as Peeta gently spreads my legs further, moving between them before he slowly lowers himself to me. I can feel his hardness against my stomach and he shifts lower until it brushes against my wetness making me shudder with anticipation. He kisses me and my draws my attention to his lips and tongue as he moves his hips around until the tip of him slips inside me. I gasp and he stills and I know he is waiting for me to tell him to continue. I nod and he pushes in a little further and I squeeze my eyes shut, exhaling deeply and trying to relax. I nod again and he pushes further and further until I'm sure I am going to split in half and he stops, panting.
"Oh god, you feel so good." He mutters, but he stays still, his lips moving to my neck where he gently sucks as his hand moves between us to cup and massage my breast. After a few moments I start to forget the discomfort as his hand moves faster and his teeth graze my skin and my hips involuntarily buck up and I moan as his rub against that spot he'd touched earlier and Peeta doesn't need me to tell him, only draws back and pushes in, drawing a cry from me as I clutch at his back.
He creates a slow rhythm, rocking against me, kissing my neck, lips, jaw, any part of me he can reach and it feels so good that I lift my hips to meet his, forcing him deeper and faster and my fingers twist in his hair as the pleasure increases.
"Oh, Katniss." He moans, hands moving to my hips to still them. "You're too good, I don't want this over so fast."
He moves his hands to my shoulders and shifts his body downwards before sliding back up along me. His hips never break contact with mine and as he moves in and out of me his pelvis goes back and forth along that place and as his speed increases I can feel my legs shake and I gasp for breath, holding tight to his shoulders.
"Peeta, it's too much, I can't, I, oh, Peeta." I moan, squirming underneath him as the sensation threatens to overwhelm me.
"That's it, Katniss." He groans, running his hand gently down my face. "It's okay, let go and just feel."
He quickens his hips and my legs press against him and I'm worried for a moment I'll wet myself and then I cry out desperately as the pleasure peaks and holds me. It's so good it's almost unbearable and I'm calling Peeta's name, begging him, not sure if it's to stop or keep going when I feel him tense above me and groan, hips jerking irregularly for a moment before he slows his thrusts, calming the fire inside me until he stops completely and lays atop me the pair of us gasping for breath.
I loosen my grip on his shoulders to start a comforting rub across his back, feeling utterly content. He raises his head to look at me and I press a chaste kiss to his lips, before smiling at him.
"I think I know what you mean by finish." I tell him with a cheeky grin I didn't know I was capable of. He smiles back for a moment before his expression turns serious.
"I'm so sorry, Katniss, I was going to pull out before I… I think if you go shower and wash up it helps, you just sounded so beautiful and it just overwhelmed me that I could make you feel that and I couldn't help myself. .."
I realise finally what he means and laugh out loud, effectively silencing him.
"Peeta, we're going back to the arena, it won't need to matter. Besides, I'm already pregnant." I tell him with a wink and he laughs with me, brushing my hair off my face. We stay like this for a while, before he shifts out of me, lying beside me without moving me from his arms, neither of us making any attempt to redress. I gently stroke his arm and bask in the comfort Peeta brings me. Despite the effort to give back to him, I can't help feeling I owe him more. For showing me love like this on our last night, for helping me to understand what I think I already knew.
"I love you, Katniss." He tells me in his half asleep haze. I kiss his chest and remind myself that in the arena tomorrow, I will give everything I can back.
"I love you too, Peeta." I whisper, settling into his arms.
Tomorrow, I will give my boy with the bread the rest of his life, because tonight, he completed mine.
