Prologue.
"Kiss me."
I sit there right in front of her not believing the words I've just heard, not until she says them again.
"Kiss me." she states with more confidence and force, with one last swig of the beer I was holding I place it onto the table standing. As soon a I do she stands as well, perhaps from the wide eye look she gives me she thinks she said something wrong. She has.
"Peeta please don't go I was wro-... mmhmmm." though in this moment I can't quite care about what's right and wrong, the alcohol coursing through my veins casing me to act bolder than ever before and her protest and apology get cut off before they have a chance to start, turning into a moan as I crush her lips with mine. She so surprised by my sudden actions that the beer she's holding drops to the ground, stunned if only for a second before her arms wrap around my neck and she vigorously presses back into me. Hands gripping my hair roughly as we both force our tongues together, the sweet taste of beer still on our lips and tongues but also our selves and like some heavenly nectar I can't get enough. Running my hands down her back, bring them to rest on her ass, squeezing hard and gaining a moan of pleasure in response I get bolder and hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I back us up and slam her against the wall. Moving along her jaw line, nipping at her skin she bends her head backwards allowing me better access to nip and suck on that sweet skin. At first just below the ear before moving down her neck to just above her collar bone, sucking and nipping the skin hungrily.
"Fuck!... More Peeta …... hah!... more!" she all but yells at me in the heat of the moment. I lean back slightly, looking right at her as both our eye's darken taken over by pure lust. I release my hands from her ass, she holds herself up with her arms spread wide holding onto the boarder frame as I grasp her shirt and rip it open, buttons flying everywhere and her back arcing off the wall and pressing her lower stomach into me as I marvel at her toned body, her breast hiding behind the tight white cotton bra. Like a child in a sweet shop I eye the hungrily.
"What are you waiting-... Shit!" as I do just what she wanted, waiting no longer as my mouth reconnects with flesh and both my hands fly up and cup her breast, carefully but firmly I start kneading them between my hands, my thumbs lightly running over her harden peaks as they strain to be released from behind the bra and I'm not one for wasting any time at the moment. Hoisting her up just a little higher, her breast in-line with my face I grab her bra and do the same as with her shirt. Ripping it from her, I waste no time in reconnecting my lips with her breast, sucking in the darken nipple and sucking eagerly on it while at the same time kneading the other in my hand before switch and paying the same attention to the other. All the while she hangs on, hands running through my hair, kissing the top of my head as she moans through it all. Clawing at my shirt for a moment I stop, letting her pull it off my back and it joins her shreds on the floor as she lowers herself and reconnects our lips, the added heat of our bare chest, hers soft yet firm, mine hard and muscled is an incredible feeling. Her eye's darken ever more, remembering her games I know how well she could fight hand to hand, with me also in wrestling at school I can easily see her move to take control and for a second I let her but I've placed myself just right so as she flips us around I trill her faster pinning her against the wall. Both her hands held above her head, using only one of mine to pin her wrist against the wall she struggle a bit before looking into my eye's, seeing the lust in them and in her she licks her lips. Trailing my hand, ghosting over her shin down her chest, between her breast I hook my fingers around her trousers. Pushing them down to reveal her matching white cotton panties I kneel pulling her trouser the rest of the way down and kissing between the insides of her thighs, trailing them down to her knees then back up to her waist purposefully avoiding the place she wants it the most. Carefully and slowly, with the one piece of clothing I just don't rip I pull them down before listening to her... graceful plea.
"Fuck Peeta... if you don't do anything I'll finish myself... ahhhhhh!" well I take that as a good sign and continue, kissing each side before slowly sinking one finger into her wet, warm heat. Slowly I lick up, around my finger as I pump in in and out and to the top before taking her clit between my lips and adding another finger. Never having down this before I listen to her moans and gasps, remembering vaguely some of the things my brothers would take about as I begin to feel her legs, her whole body shake.
"FUCK!... PEETA! SHIT... I'M!... I'MAHHHHHHH!" she screams as I greedily suck at her, feeling her wall contract around my fingers I continue pumping and sucking at her clit, prolonging her high before she quite literally comes crushing down. I'm only just quick enough to catch her shaking body.
"FU...Fuck me..." she whispers, her body still shaking slightly, sweat glistening over her forehead. Placing her hands on both my shoulder, raising herself up and straddling my waist, a devilish, tried but determined grin appearing on her face. I stand up, still with that grin on her face I walk us over to the couch but she makes sure I sit down first. She's in control now.
"Your way over dressed Peeta." dropping down to the floor, on her knees as she pulls my jeans off underwear included, freeing my strained member. "Fuck me Peeta..." grasping my length slowly she licks from the base to the tip, swirling he tongue around the tip. I drop my head back, moaning and groaning as she takes more into her mouth before letting it go with a "pop" before climbing back up and grinding herself along my length.
"Fuck..." groaning loudly, honestly with all the groaning, moaning and screaming we've done I'm surprised the others in victors village haven't broke the door down but I guess after what happened they're off somewhere planning something. Slick with her juices I shift and in one motion, both crying out I slid into her fully.
"Big... soooo fucking big!...Ahhhh!" she starts moving her hips, raising herself and slamming back down, her wall clenching me at every moment as I thrust back up to meet her. The grunts and noises of us meeting getting louder and faster.
"Shit... Peeta... hah... hah... faster!" she yells and her command causes me to flip us over, quickly grasping her ankles and raising her legs above my shoulders, pushing into her deeper, faster and hard until we're both fucking at a dizzying speed. Both delirious with pleasure and lust. I can feel myself growing =, her walls clenching harder, her nails digging into my back, raking them up which I'm sure will leave marks. My thrusts and hers becoming more frantic as we both chase that release.
"Peeta... so close... I'm almost there..." I nod into her chest, myself feeling the same.
"Shit... I'm... I'm going to come!..." yelling as I put everything into my thrust wanting her to find her release.
"Wait... just a second... hah... almost... together... in me..." though out of sync I understand her, trying to hold off and keep the pace up I reach down to where we're connected and my hand finds her clit, rubbing hard, fast and in tight circles it's all she needs to fall over the edge.
"FUCK! PEETA!" her screams and walls clenching tight around me are all that I need and I follow her of the edge, releasing deep within her. We both collapse onto the sofa, still together, a cool sheen of sweet settling over us but it's her not me that clutches me tightly. Pulling the comforter that hangs over the back of the couch over us. I pull out of her, almost sad at the loss and settle behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, surprised even more when she wiggle, snuggles back into my embrace.
"Bet your sexy ass Mellark, we're doing that again tonight." stating it as though it was obvious and really, it is.
"You can bet you ass that it'll be more than once tonight and..." as I nuzzle into her neck, kissing the back of it sending shivers down her back. "... tomorrow morning as well." as my hand trails down her stomach and back to her warmth.
"Fuck rest..." she says turning around to me and we reconnect our lips together. "Just us two... no one else, no other thinking about people, about her..." she says, almost with a hint of worry and up until this moment I hadn't thought any but her and I'm quick to reassure her.
"Just us, tonight, tomorrow... just me and you... beautiful." sighing I roll us, me on-top of her, supporting my weight on my arms we kiss like to long lost lovers final coming back together. For that night and into early the next morning I map her body, getting to know it better than anything else ever before. In that one night we're together in that house, just us with no worry of the outside world and it's perfect. Sometimes we go slow, memorising every part of each other, getting to know what exactly throws us over the edge, other times the passion and lust is to much and we're going at it fast and hard but always together keeping eye contact through it all. When we finally do finish, the early morning sun gracing the horizon normally believing it would be me that would say it first I get the biggest shock of my life when she beats me to it. Whether still under some sort of alcohol influence I'm not sure but I know I'm not but it's still her who says it first. Just before we slip off into sleep, laying half cover under the blanket in-front of the fire her back pressed into my chest, my arms wrapping tightly around her she says it.
"I love you..." mumbling it before falling off into sleep, for a moment I hesitate.
"... I love you to..." the words coming quite easy, never before believing I could say it to anyone else but her here I am and it feels right.
-Next Morning-
I wake up, still naked and wrapped in the blanket we feel asleep in but she isn't with me. Pulling back on my boxers, jeans as well I leave the living-room in search of her, I leave my shirt. Here I though she we carefully removed it but seeing it, her clothing as well I can tell we weren't that gracious about it. Moving through the house, the silence falling through everything I can tell she isn't here, that she's left. Walking into the bathroom, taking a shower I wince as the warm water hits my back and I quickly look into the mirror seeing the results left by her last night. Nail scrape marks trailing down the length of my back and it bring a smirk, a grin to my face remembering everything we did last night. Finishing and redressing in some clothes from my bag I brought over last night I head into the kitchen, noting the time 830am. 30 minutes before we're due to leave the district, the train having been repaired over night and we'll be heading out on the impromptu victory tour. Making myself some tea and toast I finally see the note she has left on the counter, reading it I find myself smiling as I write my response to her. Finishing up I turn and leave, grabbing my bag on the way out and meeting Haymitch, Effie and Katniss waiting for me outside.
"Ahh Peeta my dear!" Effie's chirpy capitol voice squeaking through the village as I join them. "I trust your alright after last night." at that moment my eye's go wide before quickly covering it, noting Effie isn't talking about what we did but more about what Katniss did.
"Yes I'm fine, I stayed on the spare bedroom." lying through my teeth but convincingly, my silver tongue finally coming into use for something benefiting me.
"Good, Good... well lets be off, we've big, big, big day planed ahead!" without even sparing a glance at me Katniss leaves following Effie close behind. I stay behind, taking one last look behind me at her house, searching for any sign of her but nothing. I don't even realise in my search that Haymitch has stayed behind.
"Everything alright kid?"
"Yeah..." sighing I turn and walk away, hoping she reads my note and understands I mean every word.
"Anything interesting happening last night, you know after Katniss's little explosion?"
"Nope, drank a beer and went to bed." I simple tell him but in my mind the whole night replays in my head. I don't look at Haymitch because if I did I would see his doubt, worrying feature on his face. Clearly knowing that something did happen but he chooses not to say anything. It's not until I'm on the train and watching District Seven shrink into the distance do I let the few tears fall but I remember the note and my response and it bring a small amount of joy to my heart.
Peeta
I meant everything I said just so you know.
Johanna.
Johanna
I meant everything to.
I always will.
Peeta.
-Four months later-
five until the quell.
The weather has moved on, winter having fully settled in much like the coldness between Katniss and I. A small part of me, rather a very large part wonder if at any point I would regret my actions, try and chalk them up to being drunk but the fact remain I wasn't and neither was Johanna. Our messages the morning after both evident and testament to that fact, that during that night of passion and lust we had created something, a bond but maybe that's just how a person feels towards their first. Though something tells me, that for both of us it was something more. Haymitch had drilled me for most of the trip, between all district he said something was off about me but I explained it away as what happened with Katniss, since that night in seven, very little has been said between either of us while we acted and preformed accordingly on camera well enough for Snow to back off as soon as they shut down the ice, cold bitterness, scowls and all came back. Curt nods and quip, one worded replies it was in those moments I begun to believe what Katniss had said and questioned everything that had been felt or said between us.
At the moment my time is split between helping out at the bakery, freely of course and baking at home. Which happens to be what I'm doing right now, baking for the drunk across from me because I'm sure otherwise he'd starve to death, unless his body somehow learnt to survive off alcohol which really wouldn't surprise me all things considered. Looking out the window, lost in my thoughts, absent-mindedly watching the soft fall of snow I'm snapped out of my daze by the sound of the door bell ringing and even more surprised, worried even when the man at the door hands over a single letter. The capitol, red wax seal on the back.
Looking to the other houses, trying to see if they received any package I only see the man walking away. Closing the door, retrieving the bread from the over and wrapping it it change into my boots before making my way over to Haymitch's house, hearing voices and my name being mentioned as I walk in.
"Should have asked Peeta."
"Asked me what?" I question walking in, Katniss standing above Haymitch who looks like he's just woken from drunken slumber.
"Nothing." snapping back at me, I roll my eye's at Katniss taking the knife from Haymitch's grasp while he just looks between us.
"Huh, suddenly I feel as though it might be warmer outside. Brrrrrrrr."
"Fuck off Haymitch and eat some bread." shoving a piece forward to him, he takes it without question and loudly chews on a bit.
"So is this where the secret plans are made without me? You know I did get a letter to." I state but something appears of when Haymitch and Katniss's brows knit together in confusion.
"Not quite sure what your talking about kid, sweetheart here was just telling me about her troubles."
"Huh... shit, wait that means..." I swallow deeply because that means I've personally done something to piss Snow off.
"Kid, start from the beginning and don't leave anything out." quick and snappy, the very news that I've done something to bring Snow all the way to twelve. The last time was to threaten Katniss and everyone family but I thought we had that sorted or so I thought.
"All that happened was this, a letter delivered to this morning." handing it over, Haymitch snatches it out of my hand before quickly reading it aloud.
"Dear Mr Mellark,
Today at exactly 3pm you shall receive a visit from President Snow. Please make all proper arrangements to accommodate him during this time, as well as punctuality. Also this meeting will involve one other member accompanying the President.
Finally the meeting will be held in strict confidence and therefore should not be discussed with anyone outside of the two other victors.
Office of the President
Blah blah." Haymitch sighs, a long drawn out breath before turning to me and putting me on the spot light with his next question.
"What did you do? Talked to anyone, say anything about sweetheart that might make Snow think otherwise?" before I even think I blurt a retort back like Katniss herself might do.
"I'm not the one sneaking off into the forest with another guy, Haymitch." at this Katniss throws herself up, knocking the chair back in the process.
"Fuck you Peeta, you don't know anything!" she snaps at me, fire burning behind those eye's.
"No your right, I don't so tell me why one set of rules should apply to you Katniss and I should have another that only lets me act like an injured puppy waiting for scraps at your table!" that seems to cut something deep inside Katniss and tears brim the edges of her eye's before anger takes over.
"Fuck. You. Peeta!" storming away from me.
"I did warn her that after everything she said that she didn't deserve you-"
"Your wrong, it's me that doesn't deserve her..." I sigh, avoiding Haymitch's eye's. "I think I know why he's coming and... who's coming with him."
He sighs, to my surprise nodding in agreement.
"Manson." one simple word that sends shock-waves through my body.
"You knew?" bewilderment is the only word to describe how I'm feeling.
"Kid, you and the girl weren't very quiet. Came to check up on you and heard more than I bargained for. Left quickly to." taking a swig of his flask and handing it over to me, for once I don't refuse.
"Katniss?"
"No, after her explosion she stayed on the train. Good thing to but she has been looking for a way to tell you that she's sorry but I've learnt to stay out of sweetheart and yours heart troubles."
"Yeah, probably best for all involved..." the silence settles between us and for a second I'm taken aback by Haymitch's next question.
"Do you love her?" raising his eyebrow at me challengingly and for a moment I think really hard about everything since then. The sulk I've been in, the dreams I've had. That at first I took for little more than arousal but the things I dreamt of, the future and an actual life with her I think it's grown into something more and I'm not sure if that's good or bad. Yet there's only one answer that comes into my head.
"Yes." he nods his head before asking.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"kiddo I would try to tell you different, sweetheart made it quite clear where you two stand but you've got a problem like she does, two girls that you love but you can only be with one. One, I suspect is going to be giving the world a part of you and her, the other is emotionally unstable and doubts her feelings. You need to choose Peeta because it'll be a lot easier for everyone to know where we all stand." I nod once to him before quickly leaving the house and heading back to my own, so wrapped up in my thoughts I don't even see Katniss's figure at the corner of the house. Eye's wide and bugging out of her head, if I had look I would have been able to tell one thing. She heard everything.
3pm.
Before I know it the clock has rolled round and quietly, the only snow of crisp snow crunching beneath the car tyres as it pulls up outside. I open the door before they knock and am confronted by four heavily armed, blacked out peacekeepers. With permission, though I know I could do little to nothing to stop them they force their way in and start going into every room. Then it hits me, the sweet, sickly smell of pungent roses floods my nose, my house and I turn to see President Snow himself walking up the front steps and following closely behind him clearly showing off her baby-bump is Johanna Manson looking sick to the core.
"Good afternoon Mr Mellark, perhaps some tea for Miss Manson. The journey seems to have upset her." walking past me and into the sitting-room, two of the four guards leaving the house.
"Johanna..." I stare at her in complete shock and awe. Even though this could be the worst possible thing to happen at this moment in our lives, pregnancy looks really good for her.
"Peeta..." just like that we're both hugging each other tightly as I breath in her familiar scent that I've been dreaming about for all this time. I take her face between my hand and gentle bring our lips together, though for Johanna she quickly tries to deepen the kiss but I pull away with a smirk. Earning a glare from her.
"It's not nice to get the mother of your child angry." just like that my smirk drops with my eye's to her small swollen stomach and tentatively I reach out before pulling back. I'm not sure if Johanna will like me-
"Wow..." just grasping my hand Johanna's placed it on her small bump, always so forward but as she rest her hand on mine both looking into each others eyes our happy moment can't go on forever and the sound of Presidents Snow's voice speaking from behind us.
"As touching as this is, I believe we need to talk... it you'd please." as I turn purposefully blocking his view to Johanna, he cocks his head, eye's narrowing at me slightly before motioning us into the sitting area I take the sofa, after bring tea and some biscuits next to Johanna. Though I think the feeling of sickness is more to do with the smell if roses rather than the pregnancy. We sit in silence, waiting, watching as he sirs sugar into the tea before taking a small sip and a bite of the biscuit.
"Lovely little things, pack with so much more taste than even the ones in the capitol. Your own creation, no?"
"Yes, I made them this morning."
"Well Miss Manson, you'll be well fed in your time here..." chuckling as he speaks
"I'm sorry President Snow but I fail to see the funny situation here." I deadpan and in a instant his chuckling stops only for it to be replaced by a hatred stare, his snake like lips twisting at the corners if his mouth.
"Should I explain... you see this problem had been discussed before only the situation here was reversed and we believed it would be you Miss Everdeen pregnant with your cousin's child and not you Mr Mellark with the unexpected child on the way." at this I twist around to find Katniss and Haymitch standing there with the two peacekeepers behind them.
Shit.
Here I was looking for a better way of telling Katniss other that just;
"Hi Katniss, remember that argument that we had on the overnight stop in Seven during the victor tour. Well afterwards I went and got slightly drunk and ended up fucking Johanna all night and guess what. Surprise! I got her pregnant." yeah that would have gone over so well but thank fucking god for Snow and his quick thinking. Shove it in her face is a better, safer idea though for who I'm not sure.
"Miss Everdeen, Mr Abernathy please come in and have a seat." doing so, I advert my eye's from Katniss, quickly glancing at Haymitch how give me a small smile, nod and squeezes my shoulder as he walks past. Greeting Johanna, with a quick hug and kiss on the cheek something I learnt during the tour is that quite a lot of the younger victors look to Haymitch like an uncle, the others as a dear friend. Well all accept the careers but then they're psychos.
"Well this is jolly, all the District twelve victor present good... good. Now as you can see, my problem stems from a brash choice made by Mr Mellark and Miss Manson-"
"Yeah Peeta could keep it in his pants." Katniss snaps and that seems to be the last straw for Johanna.
"Do you know what fuck you brainless!" standing up, she's taller than Katniss and even I know more deadly when it comes to fighting. "it was your pigheadedness that drove him to me! Could see what was fucking right in-front of you brainless! Go on say something else, even knocked up I'll still put my fucking axe in your chest." she seething and I, alone with Haymitch quickly stand up wrapping my arms around Johanna she instantly relaxes somewhat but the fire and tension is still there. I sit us back down, Katniss glaring hatefully at me.
"If we're all done." turning back to Snow he sits taping his fingers together looking between us all. "My problem, Miss Manson is pregnant with Mr Mellark's child in place of Miss Everdeen. As I said, a plan was made for a situation in which the opposite happening, Miss Everdeen pregnant with someone's else child but now I find myself in a difficult position." taking another sip of his tea, the waiting is almost killing. "The tour was successful in quell the tension created by Mr Mellark and Miss Everdeen but now this matter could potentially set things ablaze in the Districts. Thus Miss Manson will be moving to District Twelve, a story of an illness will be given to the nation while you carry to term. I trust that in this time you'll all grow to accommodate each other, perhaps friends." smirking because he knows it as do I, that idea went out the window that day in Seven when we first kissed. "The quell announcement is coming up, a special time of the year and I have a feeling this one will be memorable. Now as to the problem I'm sure you can all understand what should happen if anything where to happen here or in any other districts. Yes?" we all nod, the very fact that Snow would kill all our families isn't something new. "Good, now finally as to when the baby is born... that'll be discussed at a later date, where we'll come to some arrangement." with those finally words he raises and walks. "Ah almost forgot, Miss Manson will need a house to stay in." He's gone, making a quick exit and leaving the room filled with more tension than ever before. "Shake up here-"
"Enough Katniss! yes I fucked up but there's nothing I can do about it now and besides the last time we really spoke, what was you said... Oh that's right I'm weak, stupid and will never measure up to anything, better if you'd just killed me. So you've made it plain and clear that there's nothing between us so get out!" snapping at her, though I'm only using her as an escape for the mountain of shit I've dropped onto my shoulders. She doesn't say anything and for a second I'm sure I see tears at the corners of her eye's before she storms out and away back to her home.
"Well that certainly was... something." Haymitch says raising out of the chair. "Congrats Johanna and welcome to the family." he leaves us both along, the silence starts to slowly kill me before Johanna breaks the silence.
"You... you should probably go and apologise to your girlfriend."
"Yeah... sorry." I tell her because in that moment she is my girlfriend, the mother of my child and I'll do the right thing and stay with her through this.
"I didn't mean me."
"But I did." with those final words I give into my weak side and kiss her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back to the stairs, locking the door as I carry her up the stairs because what's the worst thing that can happen?
I've already got her pregnant.
A/N; so I wrote this just to be different from the normal stories out there where it's Katniss who get pregnant by, usually gale. I've also changed the ages of the characters, Peeta and Katniss are 17, Johanna is 20. To quell the tension created by the 74th games the tour was moved ahead to about two and half months, three months earlier than normal. A break down caused them to remain in Seven for a overnight stay and Katniss and Peeta got into a heated argument which lead to the current story but all this will be explained next chapter. I just wanted to state these things in case they weren't that clear in the chapter. I've got an idea as to where I'll be taking the story but I'm still in two minds about which one Peeta will end up with, either way the child will still be a apart of his life.
Next three weeks later.