Birthday Surprises Chapter 2, a hunger games fanfic

So the new chapter is here. A bit later than I expected because I started on chapter 3(!) so the next update shall be with you very soon. I have tried to make sure there aren't any mistakes but some do split through :). I wish you all have a great weekend. Enjoy!

She doesn't quite remember how they go here. The last things she recalls is their fingers touching as she got him to fill out his forms, then running and cupping his knee in her hand. She remembers feeling light headed and giddy. His skin was warm and smooth in her hands.

Now they are in her apartment on the couch and she's in his lap humping him like she's sixteen all over again. It feels as exciting as back then. She doesn't know what's gotten into her. It's like she drunk and her inhibitions are just gone. Both of his hands are under her shirt. One is squeezing her waist while the other kneads her love handles, which seem to mesmerise him. Her hands are snaked under his polo and she feels his glorious sculpted chest with her fingers. She feels like a teenager all over again.

She wants to tell him how good he feels but it's like a cat got her tongue. Her hope it that she can show him latter.

"Katniss," he breathes against her ear. His lips brush against her ear and she purrs in response.

"We should slow down." He looks at her sheepishly.

"Don't you want me?"

"Oh Katniss, I do. I so do." He takes his hands off her and runs it through his hair. She buries her head into his shoulder feeling a combination of emotions run through her; excitement, self-consciousness, giddiness and nervousness among some of them. It's exactly like their first time she realises. His fingers flutter along her thigh.

"I just want to do things right. This is much too fast. I don't want our first time as adults to be like this. I don't want to just fall into bed with you, just have sex. There's a lot I want to do before that. A lot more. It's oxymoron I know. I want you yet I want to go slow." His fingers graze her braid. She wants to just fall into his arms and live in this beautiful daydream.

"So what do you think?" She brings her eyes to him and traces the pink hue of his soft lips. She's got a lot of time lost time to make up for and she wants to memorise his lips with hers.

"Say something Katniss? I'm baring myself here." He runs his hands through his mop of blond curls, "for you. Please tell me. I need to hear you say it." His voice sounds so small and so lost he could be that eleven year old telling her about his family not celebrating his birthday all those years ago.

She can't stand the urge to kiss him nor does she want to. He's caught by surprise especially so when she gently tugs on his bottom lip with her teeth. Words have never been her forte while actions have. The feeling of his hand on the back of her thigh makes her delirious. She can feel his hard erection bulging at the front of his jeans and she finds herself rubbing against it. The groan he makes is so delicious that she wants to here it again, especially against her ear, and she knows it'd just make her pulsate with desire. Her thoughts drift to what he would look like naked. She wonders what his cock would be like for she doesn't knows his physic will be impressive.

"So I take it that's a yes." He looks into her eyes and then his eyes dart away just like when he was younger.

"It was. It is." She takes his jaw and makes him look at her while she licks her lips.

"I've got Katniss Everdeen. In my lap. Rocking against my erection. This is euphoria, this is paradise. "

"You're intoxicating." He pursed his lips together and his eyes are expectantly waiting for her to say something.

"This feels intoxicating. Glorious, blissful."

He brings his hands from her love handles to her tummy and she gasps in surprise. It's unexpected he'd bring his hands to the round sausage rolls that form there when she sits. She's not the skinny sixteen year old he knew back then but she has a cautious relationship with her body. His touch makes her feel giddy and warm nothing about his touch makes her feel anything but uncomfortable. There's a fluttering feeling in her tummy that gives me a tingling warm sensation in her clit, which makes her arches up in delight. When she sinks back down on him there's a glorious fiction of the alignment of their crotches that makes both whimper in ecstasy. It's like she riding him and it feels so blissful. She feels him stiff, no rock hard under her, feeling him want her like that hypotheses her.

"You're at fault, you know," she whispers sliding her hand along where his cock strains against his jeans.

"Well. That's your fault, right there," his eyes fall down to the strain in his jeans, "so I guess we should call it even." He chuckles softly.

"Sorry," she buries my head into him, "I should have stopped. Sorry."

"Do you hear me complaining?" He chuckles and then kisses the hollow at her throat. It makes her shiver in surprise and pleasure.

"No. I guess not. But still." She moves her eyes over his shoulder.

"You're just as shy. As back then. You haven't changed." She feels her cheeks flush.

"Katniss. Please look at me." His voice is soft and calm like the chamomile tea that she loves for that reason. She glances up at him then.

"No being embarrassed with me ok. Not one bit. Not now, not ever ok. Please."

"You're eyes are just as blue. And you smile is just as bright. As I remember." His eyes are hopeful on her. It looks like he wants to say something but he holds back. She's in a daze after her confession so she doesn't notice.

"I made you a promise Katniss. One I've broken. Broken so many times. I'm sorry. Really sorry. I wish I could change that. But unfortunately I don't have superpowers you know. I can't travel through time or make a time machine. What I do have is the present. This year you wouldn't be alone just like I promised you all those years ago. I'm here. And I plan to take care of you. If you'd let me. If you'd allow it of course." Her heart flutters at his words.

"I'll allow it." He eyes her.

She feels the need to be as close as possible to him, with him and so she closes the distance between them. Her chest is against his and her lips are on the crook of his neck. There's his hardness underneath pressed against her thigh. All of this feels like a fairy tale to her. She's never imagined any of his.

"I'm sorry." She sees his eyebrows rising up. "I meant sorry about you know. Your erection. It's really hard. You can't be comfortable."

His eyes look into her. She's soaking in the warmth of his body. He feels so good having her in his arms. She can't remember the last time she felt safe but right now. He needs to be taken care of and she wants to do that so much. If he wanted, if he'd let her she'd take care of his needs right now. She wants to. Her hands flutter across the buttons of his jeans.

"Katniss" His voice is husky. If she wants this she'd love to pleasure him, to provide him the satisfaction, the realise he so badly needs, but he pushes her fingers away.

"Not now. Katniss. It can wait. I can assure you'll have plenty of chances latter. But right now I want to just be with you. My cock just has a mind of his own but I'm thinking with my head, that's the only way. Now is not the time to let my dick do the thinking. Anyway if you arched and straddled me like you did earlier for a few minutes I'd come but that's not what I want to be doing right now. Though this" he squeezes her love handles again, "is more than perfect. You make me feel like I'm a teenager all over again." He runs his hand through his hair. "The way you make me feel. I'd never felt like that. My relationships have failed. Not because of you. But because of me. Don't get me wrong. I had a few but it wasn't that they weren't you but they had no idea Katniss. They couldn't understand me or my pain. "

"Peeta. You don't have to explain." She sees the pain flash across his eyes and she feels a pang in her chest.

"Don't I? I feel I do. I just went. They told me to go and I walked away Katniss. It's shameful but the truth is I wanted to. I wanted to be gone. I couldn't face the pain anymore. I still have nightmares. I see her holding the knife to my throat. In her eyes I see her desire to kill me, to take my life." His eyes are full of tears.

"We got to have that one time. And I left you. I just left you. I could hardly believe it you know. That you wanted to do it with me. I thought you did it because it was what I wanted. Because you were selfless like that. But there were signs that you wanted me. And then when I told you. When I told you I would be leaving. Your eyes. I'll never forget in the look in your eyes. It wasn't just hurt there, but raw pain, I had created a wound without meaning to. And that's something I'll never forgive myself for. For I can never make it better. It was my fault Katniss. I hurt you."

She strokes his face and the tears slip from his eyes onto his cheeks. He's kept them in, bottled up for too long and he can't any more. It's all too much for him. Just like when she was young she wants to see him smile all. She's never seen him, Peeta like this. It's heart breaking. Her heart is bounding in her chest seeing him like this, seeing his pain overwhelms her.

She kisses him softly at first like she's scared he'd break, like he's one of those porcelain figures in museums and she must be as careful as possible. Yet as she deepens the kiss, opening up his mouth and sliding her tongue in, it turns brutally ferocious. She feels she must show him what he means to her and this is the way, this will make him understand. It's unexpected. She feels she must show him how special and how wanted he is. Any moment he could completely melt like butter in her kiss.

She rocks against him with the need to let him know how she feels, he must know, and he needs this. He breaks the kiss panting and out off breath. His lips are swollen from the kissing. There's something she catches in his eyes she can't quite decipher and she knows it's not lust. She feels his hands on the top of her thighs pushing her against him and deepening the contact, the friction. This is the first time she's felt this way. The way he whimpers moans and hums against her cheek and ear sometimes makes her feel giddy. For her, intimacy has always been something she's approached with nervousness, timidity and something quite never bashful, fierce or bold until now. She pushes roughly against him and it's especially intense when she slides down feeling the buttons of his jeans against her. He lifts his hips up to grind against her and they both pant and groan with pleasure and delight. It thrills her seeing him like, this for her. He moves his lips but before he can say anything she catches hold of his bottom lip, nibbling it with her teeth, then her lips are on his and her tongue is in his mouth.

She doesn't know if she's ever been so excited or wet in her life. As the most glorious sensation travels through her body she losses her concentration on the rhythm of her rocking. She swallows the moans he makes and suddenly she feels the coolness oozing underneath her. He's come.

He's lost in the bliss she's given him. She hears his breathy and husky pants. It increases that glorious feeling in her, there's like energy in her stomach and her clit isn't pulsating, it's throbbing. She watches him in the throws of his climax that have whole body trembling and she continues to rock against him. His head is thrown back and he's struggling to catch his breath. It's glorious seeing him like this. She shivers as she feels the wetness under her and she leans into his chest again. His heart is hammering against his chest and his pants fill her ears. He lifts his head and his eyes are on her. She sees how dry his lips, it looks painful, and all she wants to do is wet them.

Before he can form a thought she runs her tongue along his bottom lip and then the top before she captures his lips. She feels her panty crotch soaked through and her nipples pebbled hard against her shirt.

She feels his hands on her waist and she looks into his eyes.

"Katniss. I can I return the favour?"

"It's not quite the same."

He chuckles lightly at that, "Well no. Think of it as returning the favour of the orgasm." He smiles, "I want you to come. I want you to come for me."

"Is that what you want?"

"I want to so much," he breathes against my ear.

She feels her zipper sliding down, his hand parting open her trousers, and his fingers caress her before, hesitating at the elastic of her panties before slipping past the elastic and into her.

"Me too." The words make him sigh. Her heart is pounding hard in her chest.

He parts her folds with one finger and when he puts his fingers on her they both gasp. The mere touch of his finger on her is feeding her hunger. He's surprised by how wet she is for him.

"Damn. You're dripping wet. " A second fingers dips into her. It feels so good; it's never felt good like this before. He does gentle rhythm stokes along her sleekness. She feels so, so good and he's only getting started, only teasing her. She realises exploring her too.

She sucks on his ear lobe, then nibbles and tugs on it.

"I'm dripping wet for you, Peeta." She feels him shiver in response.

"You dirty talk?" His eyes widen with shock.

"Not before. Just now. For you." Her body flushes with the confession.

"Is that so?" His eyes meet hers while he rubs his fingers against her clitoris. The pressure sends waves of pleasure through her body. She bucks into him and then his fingers slide away. Her orgasm was so close. She doesn't have a moment to wonder why because his fingers are at her opening. It feels like something is about to rapture inside her. She can't imagine how raw the orgasm would be when it comes or rather when he gives it to her because so far he's not letting her get there yet.

"Yes. " She sees his fingers come up, they're covered in her wetness, and he pops them into his mouth as if they're a lollipop and sucks on them. It sends a jolt right down to her core with a new wave of wetness.

His eyes dance on her.

"Hot damn. You taste so fuckin' good." She looks at him in shock her mouth hanging open and he chuckles at that.

"Yeah you do. I can't wait until the day I eat you out." Her heart races at that.

His fingers slip back inside her panties and she sighs in pleasure as his fingers stroke over her clit and tease at her entrance. Then he's easing his fingers into her. They slip into her with ease and he dips in and out of her. He knows his teasing is but just working her up so when she comes the orgasm rips through her like a tsunami and he wants to have done that to her. Her walls clench around his fingers and he starts to thrust inside her imitating a rhythm likeness of that of his cock. He curls his fingers to find that rough spot that'll set the blaze alight in her. His eyes are on her face watching her especially the way the pants and moans of delight leave her lips.

"I want you to come for me." She groans ad gasps in pleasure as he rubs his fingers her against. His cock is rock hard again under her.

"Peeta." He shivers at the sound of his name, her saying it like this.

"Yes, Katniss, I love the feel your walls around my fingers. Gripping me." He feels that she's close and he wants this as much as she does. She arches up in pleasure.

"Your so warm. And so wet. I want to feel your walls shudder against my fingers as you come. For me." His other fingers dip down to find her clitoris and his fingers are relentless pushing and rubbing against her. She whines in pleasure, her head falls back, and she looses control. Her walls spasm and shatter against his fingers. Her body is shaking and quivering. The trembling feeling makes her legs soft and her toes arch.

Seeing her come part over him is the most thrilling and phenomenal thing he's felt and witnessed. The feel of her shuddering and lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm. He slips his fingers out of her and puts them in his mouth such a waste

He's the one watching her come and feeling her shuddering over him. It's mesmerising to see her body quaking with pleasure and bliss because of him.

As the trembling ebbs from her body he watches her intently.

"Is this real, Peeta?" She says having returned to the room. Her eyes focus on him.

"Yes, Katniss. This is real." He nuzzles her neck and they both flush in delight.

"I hope that was alright." Her cheeks heat up.

"Alright?" He says rising an eyebrow at her, "If I was to use a word I would say divine. "

"I feel like a teenager all over again Peeta."

"Me too, Katniss."

She falls into his arms and lays her head against his shoulder. It's been years and he still has that effect of providing her with comfort and safety. The effect of him is immediate. She yawns, she feels soft and light as light as a cloud floating along in the sky.

"Shall we get something to eat?" She's jolted from drifting away. Her eyelids flutter.

"I can't go out."

"Yeah well neither can I. Actually," he says looking down at the wet patch at the front of his jeans, "Totally your fault by the way. You made me indecent for being out in public." She brushes her lips against his neck.

"I'm sorry about that," she murmurs sleepily against his ear.

"I'd rather had that blissful orgasm. Anytime." She laughs softly at that.

"So a takeaway? I think I'll probably fall sleep by then. Just like this."

"And you wouldn't hear a peep out of me," he muses, "Seriously. That'd be a pretty spectacular end to the day actually."

"If you consider drool spectacular then sure."

"Please Katniss. Don't do that. Don't belittle yourself. You have no idea how long I've dream of having you in my arms, holding you. Sometimes it felt like that was the only thing that kept me going. That kept me from loosing it and ending everything. Because everything hurt. So much. Every time I closed my eyes she'd be there. I couldn't escape except when I thought about you."

"I'm here now. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. But I will now. And I will try to make it better. In any way I can. However, I can. I promise. That's my new promise."

"You're already making it better. All you ever did was look out for me. Every step of the way. So I want you to promise me that you wouldn't belittle yourself."

"I promise. To try my best."

He wraps his arms around her, "So no takeway. Maybe your store cupboard then. I can make us something. "

"At this hour?" He chuckles at that.

"Yes."

"I'm sleepy."

"I promise it wouldn't take long."

"You promise?"

"Yes. You just tell me where it is. Then can get ready for bed."

"Ok. It's just in the kitchen. The bottom right cupboard by the window."

"Got it."

She lift her head up from his shoulder, her feet locate the floor, and get up. Her head feels cloudy and her feet heavy but she manages the walk to her bedroom. The first thing she does is she switches on the nightlight. She slides her pants of with them being already unzipped, followed by her panties that are soaking wet, and the shirt is the only thing that gives her some trouble with its row of buttons. She unclasps her bra, drops with the rest of her clothes on the floor. It's then she realises she's completely nude with the door open and is Peeta just over in the kitchen. She quickly scrambles for her nightgown under her pillow, pulls it on, and locates a pair of dry underwear, which she pulls on hastily. She walks to the kitchen and see's him holding a mug in each hand.

"It's ready. Where shall we have this? Here or on the sofa."

"I want to go to bed." He gives her a confused look.

"You want to eat in bed, in your bed?" He eyes her cautiously.

"Yes," she says without a second thought and looks at him still unmoving, "Is that ok? I mean if that's ok with you." His eyes sparkle brightly.

"Yes it's ok. With me." She makes her way to the bedroom, he follows her, and once there she peels the cover back to slip under. He stands there looking at her. She peels back the cover on the other side of the bed for him and puts out her hands for the mugs, which he gives passes to her. Her eyes peer over the brim to the contents.

"Tomato soup." She looks up at him and it hits her then that he hasn't got anything to change into for bed.

"I have something you can change into."

She places the two cups on her bedside, slides out of bed, and goes over to her wardrobe. From there she pulls two things from the pile and walks over to him.

"I think those should fit." He nods and she hands the items to him.

"Right. Thanks."

"The bathroom is just on besides this room."

He takes the items from her and makes his way to the bathroom where he really gets a good look at what Katniss gave him, a pair of trunks in a Christmas pattern and a man's onesie. They are both labelled large. He stripes the polo, jeans followed by his sticky boxers. Peeta climbs into the shower to clean himself, after he's done he dries himself with the towel hanging there, and then puts on the stuff Katniss gives him mostly it fits.

He half expects her to have fallen asleep but she's not. She's propped up in bed with the pillows behind her and her hair is loose. It's wavy from the braid she's had it in all day.

"I used you shower and towel." He's nervous as he approaches the bed, "Oh I forgot my clothes in there too."

"Oh don't worry about it now. Just come lay down besides me so we can have this soup and fall sleep already."

"Ok," he lifts the cover, sliding in, and keeping his body away from touching hers.

She hands him over the cup that's still warm.

"On three." He chuckles at that.

"One, two, three." She beats him to it just slightly, downs the cup in one go, and the warmth of the soup spreads through her making her soft and sleepy again.

Katniss fixes her pillow, switches of her light, and slides into bed. The room is quiet. She doesn't feel the warmth of his body against her so shuffles towards him. He realises she's waiting for him to hold her so he scouts towards her.