No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. "What?" I ask.
"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever," he says.
Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I'll never have, I just let the word slip out. "Okay."
I can hear the smile in his voice. "Then you'll allow it?"
"I'll allow it," I say.
His fingers go back to my hair. It all feels so good. I don't even realize it when my hand goes resting on his, or when he takes it and starts stroking it. And it feels so natural, as I sit up and turn to him, to grab his neck and to pull him to me, until our foreheads touch and our breaths mix.
"But maybe… we could add something to this moment", I whisper.
The strength of his kiss surprises me. As I kiss him back, something ignites between my legs, way stronger than ever before. If these are my last days alive – and there is no doubt about that –, then I want to live them full power. And the one person I want to share this with is here with me.
I become more impatient with each flick of tongue. My hands are slowly gliding down his back, my curious fingers feeling every inch of his back, every move of his muscles. I pull him even closer, wrapping my legs around him, and the feeling of his torso against mine makes me shiver. Apparently it doesn't leave him cold either: I feel something hard pressing against my thigh. Our mouths separate; we look at each other in the eye, our breathing feverish and quick. Without breaking eye contact, my hand reaches for his pants' zipper and pulls it down. He helps me to ease down the waistband. His erection breaks free, stiff and powerful; but as I grab it, he lays a hand on my shoulder.
"Katniss", he says.
I'm afraid I've done something wrong. I realize I haven't had a clear thought since a few minutes.
"I want to show you my gratitude first."
Not really knowing what to think about that, I let him disentangle himself from my legs and lower me on the blanket. His head disappears behind my folded legs. He throws the lower part of my dress over my belly and manages to take off my panties. A fresh sunset breeze makes me feel how soaked I am down there. I see Peeta's smile between my naked legs; it's a smile I've never seen before, a naughty, sexy one. He looks at me in the eye and, without breaking eye contact, puts his hands on the outside of my thighs and slowly, languidly glides towards the inside. My mouth opens in expectation. I feel his fingers closer to this very sensitive place; I relish every single sensation. Still looking at me, he presses his thumb against my wet opening and traces it, slowly, very slowly going up and up, until he reaches that knob of sensations, and starts circling it with increasing pressure, still watching me closely as I bite my lower lip much stronger than I'd like to and arch my back. His hands glide under it to keep me in this position.
When I look again, all I can see is blond hair. I feel a wetness between my legs that isn't mine. His tongue tickles my lower lips; I moan, and before I can help it, my hands reach for his head and press it against me. His response is fatal to me: as he nibbles my clit and then sucks on it, I let out a loud, throaty cry that people at the bottom of the building can probably hear. But, outside of the sexual bubble around us, nothing matters.
My fingers leave his head and join his mouth, I need more. When I start pressing on my clit, I feel his mouth close around my fingers, and suck on them.
"No– please", I gasp. All my attention is focused on this very small place, on the fact that it needs more, that it begs for more. My fingers are released; they go back to their duty, and I feel Peeta's tongue lower again, licking my increasing wetness, its tip poking in my vagina, triggering too many unknown feelings for me to handle; my hips reflexively buck against his merciless mouth. As he thrusts two fingers into me, I make a sound I didn't even knew I could make.
Peeta takes that cry for what it was: the signal that I can't take any more. He sits up and looks down at me with that naughty look, and licks his lips. He leans down on me and my mouth reaches for his. His mouth doesn't taste the same; now it also tastes like me.
He takes my dress off completely, unclips my bra and unceremoniously throws it away. His eyes register every detail of my body, and so do his fingers. I realize that mine are still placed on my clitoris, which is vibrating with feels. I feel vulnerable, exposed to the fresh wind and to his conquering look and hands. And I like it.
"Please", I beg him.
He stands up and feverishly takes off his shirt, his already unzipped pants and his underpants. I look up at him, his naked body so powerful, his length hard and straight, ready to invade my insides. And my insides are begging for it. And I want it, I want it so bad, especially after what he just gave me.
"Katniss Everdeen, I love you and your body will have to remember it tomorrow", he declares as he lowers himself on me. I feel the tip of his erection at the edge of my opening. My mouth searches for his; my tongue reaches for his lips. I can't wait anymore; my hands cup his ass and, with a gasp, I push him inside me.
He moves slowly at first, and I register how it feels. His hardness filling my vagina, triggering loud sensations along its path, that seem to spread in my whole heated body. His length fluidly rubbing against my insides. My insides welcoming him in, inviting him further.
And then, there are too many sensations. I can't concentrate on anything anymore, I just lose myself to him and his increasing rhythm, letting out loud moans and gasps, clasping him, his muscled arms, his tense neck and back. The noises we make become louder and more frequent; at some point, in unspoken mutual consent, we switch position and I find myself on top of him. There is no thinking in what I do, it feels so good, and the first very clear thought since hours forms in my head: "I never want to stop". Our bodies melt together perfectly, the way they move together is perfect, the way my hips' moves influence his'. His hands leave my ass and cup my breasts, pressing them, massaging them. I keep going, trying to feel him deeper and deeper; and suddenly, we're there.