A/N: Alright people it's finally here. Sorry this took so long, but like I said I've been busy/have been working on IMH,IMH too. I was honestly BLOWN AWAY by the attention the first part got and I never really planned on writing more for this story but you guys are all just so awesome I wanted to. So, um hope this lives up to expectations and that I did justice to the first one. Please let me know what you think! ;)
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"No, stop!"
I finally manage to get the words out as Gale closes the distance between us. I throw myself between him and Peeta at the last minute, using my body to shield Peeta from harm.
"What the fuck are you doing, man?" Gale shouts at Peeta, snaking his arm around me to shove Peeta hard in the chest. His eyes are wide and he is breathing hard and he looks completely livid. I've seen this look from him only a few times before and I know what it means, I know he is on the verge of losing it.
"How could you do that to me? I thought we were friends!" Gale continues, still trying to maneuver around me to get to Peeta somehow. Peeta has his hands planted firmly on my upper arms, holding me against him. The hardness I felt pressing into me moments earlier is still there and I know the last thing he wants is for Gale to see him in this state.
"Gale, just calm down, let me explain," Peeta tries to reason with him.
"What the fuck is there to explain? You're fucking Katniss, man! You know she's like my little sister!" Gale retorts angrily.
"Gale!" I practically scream at him to get his attention. He looks me in the eye for the first time since he walked into the kitchen. He immediately looks away though and I feel hurt that now he suddenly can't stand to even look at me because he saw me...being intimate with someone.
"Would you just take a second and breath? You have no reason to be upset, okay?" I tell him.
"I have every reason to be upset," he mutters, shooting daggers at Peeta.
"I'm not twelve anymore," I tell him, "You don't have to protect me. I know you're just trying to look out for me, but you don't have to. I can look out for myself."
It's like he didn't even hear a single word that came out of my mouth the way he's looking at Peeta. I know if I weren't standing between them right now these two would be exchanging punches.
"We still live next to campus man, you can get any piece of college ass you want and you have to go after Katniss?"
I literally flinch at his words, so hurt I stare at the floor, trying to hold back the tears.
"It's not like that at all," Peeta replies, his voice steady. "It's the exact opposite of that, okay? We're not just hooking up, she's not just some piece of ass to me..." he trails off and I look up at Gale whose face has fallen, now looking perplexed.
"I...I'm in love with her...I've been in love with her for a while..."
That does it. The tears start coming. I turn around in Peeta's arms, completely ignoring Gale. He looks down at me, a small smile playing on his lips. He tilts my chin so I'm looking up at him.
"Katniss...I love you."
A half sob, half gasp of relief escapes me before I can help it. Before I can break down in tears I close the distance between us, capturing his lips in a kiss. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.
I had hoped...wished...prayed...that maybe he felt this way because in the middle of all the ecstasy I realized that it felt like more than just sex, it felt like we were actually making love. It wasn't just two people who have always had it bad for each other finally giving in and fucking each other's brains out. It was two people who had been friends, who had been as close and intimate as two people can be without getting physical, for the past 4 years, finally crossing that bridge together.
We break away after a moment, still aware that there is someone else in the room. I lean my forehead against his, tears rolling down my cheek, smiling so wide my cheeks hurts.
"I love you too," I whisper and he grins, pulling me closer.
I remember that Gale is still here so I turn around to face him. Peeta wraps his arms around my waist, resting them against my stomach as he holds me against him.
Gale looks like someone just hit him over the head with a sledge hammer. He's staring at the pair of us like we have three heads.
"I don't...I thought..." he trails off, words failing him.
"Gale...I've liked Peeta for a long time...like since freshmen year. But nothing ever happened because he wanted to be a good friend to you."
Gale still seams to be having a hard time comprehending any of this.
"It's true, man," Peeta interjects. "Tonight is the first time we've ever even kissed."
Finally, Gale can only seem to get out one word. "Oh," he says, scratching his head.
"We're sorry you had to find out like this, but I promise you we're not just fooling around," I tell him, stepping out of Peeta's arms and moving closer to him.
"Yeah..." he says, still looking like he's having a hard time grasping all this new information. "Yeah, I mean...I could always tell you guys were really close friends...and you were always flirting, but I..." he trails off. He pauses and then shakes his head to clear it.
"Well, I mean...I guess..." He looks between us for a moment. "I'm happy for you guys. I don't exactly want to have to see what you guys were doing in here earlier ever again, but uh...congrats? I guess."
I can't help but laugh, relieved that a huge altercation has been avoided. "Thanks, Gale."
"I'd hug you guys, but you're both barely wearing clothes, so um yeah...I'm going to go back to bed."
"Thanks man," Peeta says. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Gale nods and then disappears down the hall to his bedroom.
I turn back to Peeta and we share relieved smiles.
I move towards him and he takes me in his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder and take deep, calming breaths.
"Glad that's out of the way," I mumble against his skin.
"I know," Peeta agrees. "I'm glad we don't have to try and keep this a secret from him or anything."
I pull back and look at him, a smile creeping across my face. I wonder if he can see the sudden mischievous glint in my eyes. "I don't know, keeping it a secret from him could be fun...I mean you heard him...he doesn't want to know what we do when we're alone."
When I say this I lean in and whisper the words into his ear, my hot breath against his skin. When I finish I run my tongue along the outer edge of his ear and the bite down softly on his ear lobe.
I pull away, raising my eyebrows at him suggestively. I undo a few buttons on the shirt of his I'm wearing and then turn away, sauntering back towards his bedroom. I only take a couple of steps before I hear him come charging after me, gathering me up in his arms and taking me back to his room where he has his way with me for the rest of the night.
"Who wants popcorn?" Gale asks before putting the DVD in.
"Not me, I'm stuffed," I respond, plopping down on the couch.
We just had our first official double date - me and Peeta, and Gale and Madge. Since it was still really early we decided to go back to the boy's place for a movie after the restaurant. Gale has been surprisingly chill about me and Peeta since that night he found out. It was a little weird for him at first, his best friend with the girl he grew up with, but I think he accepts it now.
He's always pretty vocal about his displeasure when he sees us kiss or be affectionate with each other though. I think it probably has to do with the way he found out about us in the first place, practically walking in on Peeta fingering me. I get that it makes him feel weird, but I'm not going to change how I act around my boyfriend just for his comfort.
Gale sits down on the love seat adjacent to the couch and pulls Madge down on his lap. Peeta kills the lights in the room and then joins me on the couch.
As the movie starts Peeta grabs a blanket nearby and throws it over the pair of us, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer. I lean into him, loving the feel of his warm body pressed against mine, loving the scent of him. Out of the corner of my eye I see Gale glance back at us from his seat, eyeing us warily.
I know it's dark but I still roll my eyes at him and bite back a snarky comment telling him to mind his own business.
I rest my head against Peeta's shoulder and relax into him, watching the opening scenes of the movie. After a while though it becomes pretty apparent that being this close with Peeta is really distracting and giving me a lot of other ideas for what we could be doing besides watching this movie.
I sneak my hand up and under his shirt, trailing my nails against the hard, muscled flesh of his abdomen. He makes a low growl of approval in the back of his throat. I then decide to lower my hand to cup the bulge in his pants, letting him know exactly what I want at the moment.
He groans, a quiet, but definitely noticeable sound that causes Gale to turn and look back at us from his seat. His eyes survey the pair of us cuddled together under the blanket carefully, before slowly turning back to the movie.
I make an annoyed sound, about two seconds from asking him what his problem is before Peeta pulls me tighter against him.
He leans in and lets his lips hover next to my ear for a moment, his warm breath tickling my skin. "Don't worry about it," he whispers placing his big, rough hand on my bare thigh.
"I grabbed this blanket for a reason" He says, letting his hand sneak up my thigh, moving under the hem of my denim skirt.
I suck in my breath, my heart beat starting to pick up as I feel myself getting wet. His hand hovers dangerously close to the place where I want him most, resting on my inner thigh. Just the thought of what he can do to me, the anticipation of his touch has my lower belly clenching in desire.
"But you have to be very quiet," he breathes into my ear before slipping his hand past my underwear, pushing two fingers deep inside me.
I gasp and barely manage to hold back a groan, biting down on my bottom lip hard.
"You're always so wet for me," Peeta mumbles against my hair, letting his lips find their way to my neck where he starts planting hot kisses.
My breathing starts coming in ragged gasps, he feels so good and I can't believe that we're actually getting away with this right now. Gale and Madge are no more than 10 feet away from us and the thrill of getting caught, of them seeing that we want each other so bad that we can't keep our hands off each other, just makes it that much hotter.
Despite my best efforts, I can't help the small moans that escape me as he starts to circle my clit, flicking the pad of his thumb over it slowly and applying just the right amount of pressure.
Suddenly, however, the loud volume from the movie stops and Peeta halts his movements. We both freeze, coming back to reality and looking over at Gale who has started to get up from his seat. For a second I'm positive he knows what we were doing and he is ready to attack Peeta or worse.
Instead, he stands up with Madge in his arms.
"I'm going to go put her in my bed, so she can sleep," he explains, moving down the hall towards his bedroom. "She passed out about 5 minutes in," he laughs, "be right back."
I breathe a sigh of relief, so glad he has no idea what is going on under this blanket.
"That was close," Peeta chuckles once he's out of ear shot.
I elbow him in the ribs playfully. "You really think it's a good idea to make me come when Gale is in the room?" I ask, a little hesitant to continue now despite how good his hands were making me feel.
Peeta shrugs and pulls me onto his lap so my back is flush against his chest. He pulls the blanket up to cover us both even better.
"I always think it's a good idea to make you come," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing me into him so I can feel his arousal against my back. "I love making you fall apart," he breathes and I feel the desire continue to pool between my legs.
As much as the logical part of me knows that what we're doing is crazy and if we were to actually get caught the repercussions would be horrifying, I'm also inexplicably enticed by the idea of doing this behind Gale's back. Well, not technically behind his back, we're in the same room as him and he obviously knows we're a couple. But the idea of basically doing it right under his nose, risking the chance of being caught red handed is making me horny as hell.
In the back of my mind I'm sure this all stems from four years of repressed bitterness and anger that he was the reason it took Peeta and I so long to finally be together, but I push those thoughts away when I hear him coming back down the hall.
"Alright, sorry about that," Gale says, flopping back down on the love seat and pressing 'play' for the movie.
The loud volume from the TV fills the room again and Peeta begins to tug at my skirt, pulling it up and past my hips so he has full access. I let him do whatever he wants to me, giving up on trying to stop him or reconsider this risky little game we're playing because his hands feel so good. This time he presses the palm of his hand flat against my lower stomach and then slides it lower, disappearing into my underwear.
He cups me roughly, putting the perfect amount of pressure and friction against my clit. I barely manage to bite my lip to prevent moaning in bliss.
"Be quiet," he commands me, biting down on my ear lobe with his teeth.
My eyes almost roll to the back of my head.
How can he possibly expect me to maintain any form of self control when he's doing these things to me? And I know he knows the effect he has on me because I can feel his grin against my neck.
Without warning he starts pumping two fingers in and out of me as his thumb finds my clit again. I let out a whimper, gasping for air as I struggle to not to cry out in ecstasy.
"You like that," he says as his pace starts to pick up. He doesn't ask, he just knows. He has studied my body like a textbook since we first got together, since we became official. He said it was making up for lost time and I have no problems with that.
"You want it harder," he adds, again not questioning or guessing, just knowing.
He says things a lot of the time in the middle of us being intimate that makes me wonder how he ever held back from just having his way with me for 4 years. They're rough and commanding and dirty things that make me certain of his desire for me as well as the fact that he is not the holy, innocent figure I once thought.
My eyes briefly flicker over to Gale, but his attention is focused solely on the movie. I wonder if Peeta's arm moving is too obvious, but the blanket covering us is thick and heavy and we're pretty well concealed. I throw my head back as his fingers pound into me, his thumb working it's magic against my clit. I'm ready to come undone, desperate to get off right here and now. The fact that it is in Gale's presence without him knowing is almost like a silly little mode of revenge for keeping me from this for so long. I can feel my legs starting to tense up, my entire body ready to explode.
I'm so close to the edge and I don't know how I'm going keep a grip on my composure because I can feel my release about to hit me hard. With one last thrust, his fingers deep inside me and his hips pushing roughly into my backside I break apart, my body going limp against him. I cry out slightly, a quick noise that Peeta quickly muffles by covering my mouth with his other hand.
Luckily my orgasm just so happened to coincide with the big action scene towards the end of the movie so the noise was loud enough to cover my little slip up and keep Gale from noticing anything suspicious.
My body is limp against his, still basking in the after glow as waves of pleasure keep rolling through me. He brushes back the sweaty hair from my forehead and just holds me to him.
He presses a kiss to my temple and tells me he loves me.
When my breathing finally returns to normal and I come back down to earth, I turn slightly in his arms so I can gaze up at him. He has a slightly mischievous, and pretty self-satisfied, look in his eyes.
"You think he noticed anything?" I whisper.
Peeta simply shrugs. "Probably not, seeing as he would have tried to kick my ass by now. But like we said, keeping what we do when we're alone a secret from him is fun," he laughs.
"Fun is one way to put it," I tell him, joining our lips in a kiss.
I would actually go for incredibly hot and kind of wrong, but in all the right ways.
Peeta and Gale finally had to move out of their house by campus. They found a nice place in a 4 home unit that was closer to the city and actually had a decent amount of space, with a little side yard and 3 rooms. Madge and I found our own place barely 10 minutes away so we are over at each other's places all the time.
It's Saturday afternoon when I wake up in Peeta's bed alone. I'm naked and I reach out across the bed, searching for his warm body, but instead I find nothing. I frown at his absence, my eyes still closed as I remember last night. When the memories start coming back I get warm just thinking about it.
We may have had one (or two or three) margaritas at this little Mexican restaurant we wanted to try. It was just me and him and it was our first night out alone together in what felt like weeks. Having a full time job sucks and I desperately miss the days when we were still in college and all we had to worry about were a few classes a week.
After we finished dinner we took a cab back here, but not before some intense foreplay in the dark little backseat of the car. Fueled by the alcohol and the pent up frustration of not being intimate as often as we would like lately, we spent hours in this bed making each other fall apart.
Memories of the things he did and said to me come rushing back and I feel myself blush even as the wetness gathers between my legs. I remember the way he told me he was 'going to fuck me until I couldn't walk straight' and how he had buried his head between my legs and would not stop licking and sucking until I fell off the cliff multiple times. It's all a little bit of a blur now, but I lost track of how many times he had me screaming his name until we finally passed out in exhaustion.
I finally roll out of bed and throw on my favorite t-shirt of his that almost goes to my knees. After brushing my teeth I walk down the hall to the extra room they use as an office. The door is cracked open and like I expected Peeta is at the big mahogany desk, working on something for work I'm sure. He's dressed in nothing but a wife beater and loose grey sweatpants.
I stand at the doorway for a moment, debating whether or not I should interrupt him. I'm sure he has important things to take care of for work, he wouldn't be spending his Saturday in here if that wasn't the case.
Ultimately I decide that I just can't resist him because last night was amazing and I'm tingling just thinking about it and I love him.
"Hey," I greet him, slipping into the room quietly.
He lights up when he sees me, turning away from his computer as I move around the desk. It's one of those really big bulky desks with lots of drawers and only an opening on the side where the seat of the chair goes under the desk.
"Hey you," he grins as I take a seat on his lap.
"Stuff for work?" I ask as he presses a kiss to my exposed shoulder.
"Yes, unfortunately," he sighs, "I was hoping to knock it all out real quick so I could get back to you in bed and we could relive last night.
I smile, running my hands over his exposed broad shoulders. "It was pretty amazing," I agree. "You're amazing," I add leaning in to kiss his neck. I let my lips travel up to the spot right below his ear.
He groans in approval, pulling me tighter against him. When I start to kiss along his jaw, feeling the stubble tickle my lips, I feel him growing hard beneath me, creating a tent like effect in his loose sweat pants.
"I think you could use a treat for working so hard," I tell him, sliding down his body. so I'm sitting on my heels on the floor in front of him. I tug his pants down, freeing his erection. The apex where my thighs meet starts to throb from the sight. "After all that work last night and you're ready to go again," I comment, impressed.
"With you I'm always ready to go," he breathes out, scooting forward in the chair so his dick is right in front of my face.
I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, bringing him to my lips. I let my tongue caress his tip slowly and then drag it up and down his length, making him wait until that moment when I wrap my lips around him completely.
He groans and jerks his hips forward, encouraging me to take him.
"Do you want to be in my mouth?" I pant, resisting the urge to reach down and touch myself because I'm getting just as worked up as he is.
"Yes," he chokes out.
I wrap my lips around his dick, moving my head down to take more of his length in. I swirl my tongue around his shaft, wanting to make it hot and warm and wet for him.
"Oh fuck, Katniss," he pants, gathering all my hair in one of his hands and holding it away from my face. "You're so fucking good at this," he says, his hips starting to thrust slightly into my mouth, forcing me to take more of him.
I moan at his words, feeling the wetness pool between my legs. There is nothing that turns me on more than going down on him, knowing how much control I can have over his pleasure, knowing how much I can affect him. I place my hands on his thighs, bracing myself as I try and take him all the way into my mouth.
He cries out when my nose touches the soft hairs that cover where his length begins. I pull back and start to lick slowly at the tip, running the pad of my tongue over the slit of his cock.
"You taste so good," I whimper, feeling my own need start to reach it's peak between my legs.
His hands are braced on my head as his dick seems to, impossibly somehow, get bigger and harder.
"I love fucking your mouth" He says as I suck on his length, his hips starting to make jerky little movements. When he says things like that in the heat of the moment I get so turned on I can't think straight. I feel my inner walls clench in response to his statement.
He's panting heavily and I'm moaning and I know he is about to come and then without warning the door to the office opens.
I freeze in horror, instantly crawling fully underneath the desk so I'm completely hidden from view by whoever is on the other side at the door. Peeta scoots his chair as close to under the desk as well, his long, hard glorious cock still waiting for it's release.
"Hey man," I hear Gale's voice from the doorway.
Of course it would be Gale.
"Umm...uhh...hi," Peeta finally manages to get out.
I can't help but laugh a little at how much of an effort it took Peeta just to form a simple greeting. Poor boy probably can't even think straight right now.
"How's work?" Gale asks and I have no option other than to quietly fume over his rude interruption.
"Umm...what? Uhhh I mean...good!" Peeta manages to answer him. His dick is still hard and leaking from the tip and I just want him to tell Gale to get the fuck out of here so we can resume where we left off.
Gale laughs, clearly able to tell something is off. "Okay, well umm...I actually wanted to talk to you about tomorrow..."
"Oh okay..." Peeta stutters, not really having a choice in the matter.
I, however, do.
And I decide I'm not interested in waiting for Gale to leave anymore. I inch back towards Peeta's dick, making sure to stay completely hidden under the desk. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and he starts a little at first, clearly surprised to feel my hand on him while Gale is still in the room.
"Yeah, so just so you know I invited a bunch of guys over from work to watch football. We're going to be grilling outside and I already bought a bunch of stuff," Gale begins to explain.
I let my tongue trail from the base of his shaft up to the tip, running the smooth pad against the hard ridge of him.
"Ohhh..."
I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing when I hear Peeta let a small groan escape his lips.
"Umm...are you okay, man?" Gale asks.
I pick up where I left off, taking his entire length in my mouth, sucking on him so he feels me all around him.
"Ya...Yeah," Peeta mumbles.
I brace my hands on his thighs and bob my head up and down, letting him know that I'm not about to hold back because Gale is still here.
"Okay, well...I just wanted to give you the heads up," Gale explains. "I'll get out of your hair." He says before finally moving out of the room and closing the door behind him.
"Th-thanks," Peeta gasps out after Gale has already left the room.
Once his brain processes that we're alone again he leans back in his chair, allowing me to move out a little from under the desk.
I release him from my mouth and run my tongue over his tip again.
"Fuck Katniss, are you trying to kill me?" He groans, but the way his hands immediately tangle in my hair tells me he doesn't want me to stop.
"No, I'm trying to get you to come," I tell him and he responds by pushing himself further into my mouth with a grunt.
It's not moments later when he finally explodes, the warm sticky substance filling up my mouth. I lick him until he's clean as he collapses back in the chair, tired and satisfied.
I get up off my knees and sit across his lap in the chair, throwing my arms around his neck. I plant soft kisses up his neck and across his jaw line until our lips finally meet.
"You're amazing," Peeta sighs.
"Because I give good head?" I ask him with wry smirk.
"Just one of many reasons," he returns with a grin.
"If I'm good at it, it's only because of you," I return truthfully, "I love the feel of you in my mouth, I love knowing I'm giving you pleasure."
Peeta responds by grabbing my hand and placing a kiss to my palm. "I feel the same way. In fact," he begins, wrapping his arms around my hips.
In one quick motion he moves me from his lap to the top of the desk, my butt resting at the edge. He jumps out of his chair quickly and moves around the desk to the door and I hear him lock it.
"I think I want to return the favor right now," he says, coming back over to the chair and sitting down. "But I definitely don't want an audience this time."
He pushes up the long shirt I'm wearing, exposing me completely.
"Mmm, perfect," he murmurs pressing his face between my legs. His nose grazes my clit and I can feel his hot breathe and his warm lips against my folds.
He uses his tongue to lick at the wetness that has already gathered there and I immediately cry out, arching my back and tugging at his hair with my hands.
"Do you like it when I lick your pussy Katniss?"
And there it is again, this wild, feral, dirty talking part of Peeta that drives me insane. This part of him that reminds me he is most definitely not a Saint. He can make me fall apart with just his words.
"Yes!" I practically shout.
He starts using his fingers in tandem with his mouth. Pushing two fingers inside me, curling them so they hit just the right spot as his tongue assaults my clit.
It doesn't take much longer before I'm shattering into a million pieces, fire shooting through my limbs, making my mind go blank.
Yes, it was definitely a good idea to come in here and interrupt his work.
I inspect my appearance in the bathroom mirror of the ultra fancy restaurant we're eating at. I'm wearing probably the tightest dress I own, a black thing that fits my body like a glove. It has cuffed sleeves and a sheer see-through material above my breast line. I turn slightly on my toes, inspecting the way my behind pops out and how the dress ends just past where the curve meets my leg.
I can't help smiling when I remember the look on Peeta's face when I told him that I wasn't wearing any underwear tonight. I bite my lip as I realize the 2 glasses of wine I've already had have gone straight to my head.
We're at this super ritzy restaurant that we can't really afford because Gale and Peeta's old roommates who they used to live with in the house by campus, Finnick and Thresh, are back in town for the weekend. Finnick, surprising everyone, showed up with a girlfriend, who was nice, sweet, and beautiful. Her name is Annie and she's quiet, but she makes him smile. Thresh even brought his little sister, Rue, who is a senior in high school and wanted to take a tour of the campus because she's considering applying here.
It has been 2 1/2 years since Peeta and I first got together and he still gives me butterflies sometimes with just a simple look. We have been so unbelievably happy together it feels like a dream. He is my best friend and I love him more every day. That supposed 'honeymoon' period where you can't keep your hands off each other and everything is super intense hasn't really gone away for us.
I always think about how it took so long for us to get together, that we basically spent the first 4 years just becoming friends. There was always a lot of sexual tension and I think in some way the fact that we waited, because of Peeta's little hang up about being loyal to Gale, was a good thing. I'm not sure we would be as good together, that we would be in as strong of a relationship, if we hadn't waited before taking it to the next level.
I'll never tell him this though. I always like teasing him about the fact he made us wait so long.
I walk out of the restroom with my head down, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other so I don't trip in my sky high heels. I'm walking down the narrow hallway that leads to the main dining area when I run into a solid body.
I feel two hands snake around my waist immediately to steady me.
"Whoa," I hear my boyfriend chuckle, "you need to watch where you're going."
I raise my head to look into his ocean blue eyes and laugh. "I might be a little drunk," I admit sheepishly, locking my hands around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair.
He lowers his mouth so it hovers near my ear. "I might be too," he whispers and I break out into giggles. He silences me almost immediately, capturing my lips in a kiss. The kiss starts to pick up heat, his tongue sliding slowly into my mouth to stroke my own softly. I moan and pull him closer against me, I need him so much closer.
When we finally break apart I'm breathing heavily and there is an intense throbbing between my legs. My arms snake around his hips and I pull him so he is flush against me. I feel his length against my lower belly and my need for him grows.
Peeta's hands slide down from my hips to my ass, cupping my behind and squeezing roughly. "God, I want you," he breathes, dipping his head to kiss my neck. The hallway we're standing in is dark and narrow and there is no one around but us and the alcohol is making my brain fuzzy, blocking out all rational thought and only letting me focus on the man in my arms.
"I want you right now," I pant, biting down on his ear lobe because I know it always gets him hard instantly.
He groans in response, as if confirming this fact.
Before I can over think what I'm doing I grab his hand and tug him back in the direction of the bathrooms. I push through the men's room door and start kissing him before he can ask what I'm doing. In the back of my mind I realize we just got extremely lucky that no one is in here right now.
Peeta kisses me back with just as much passion, tangling his hand in my hair and dropping the other one to my behind. When he pulls away he surprises me by not trying to bring us back to our senses.
"Are we really doing this?" He asks, leaning his forehead against mine.
"Yes," I reply immediately, only listening to what my body wants and forgetting about common sense. "Yes we are," I confirm, pressing my palm over the bulge in his pants.
He tugs me into the first stall and closes it behind us.
"Good. Because I want to be inside you," he replies.
Luckily this restaurant is so nice that these bathrooms are practically immaculate so it doesn't feel like we're doing this somewhere dirty and gross. The stall has stone marble walls and a door that is made of wood with a real handle.
My hands immediately go to his belt buckle, knowing this needs to be as quick as possible. I push his pants down past his hips and then free him from his boxers, stroking him up and down and finding him already hard.
"Oh god," he moans when he pulls away from the kiss. He jerks into my hand and then he starts to tug my dress up past my hips.
"You picked a good night not to wear any underwear," he comments and I start laughing.
He turns around quickly and kicks the lid down on the toilet seat. He sits down on top of it and then pulls me down so I'm straddling his lap. I hook my arm around his shoulder and then reach down and grasp him, guiding him into my entrance.
We moan in unison when he pushes into me all the way.
"You're so wet," Peeta pants, resting his head against my chest as his hands grip onto my hips firmly. He starts to control our movements, pushing into me agonizingly slowly and then pulling out almost all the way, only to repeat the same sweet torture.
I'm gasping for air, overcome by how good this feels and how crazy hot it is that we're doing this right now. I'm making little sighs and whimpers every time he pushes into me and I'm just about to tell him harder when we hear the door to the bathroom swing open.
"Peeta! You in here?" We hear Gale's very loud voice call out.
He's clearly drunk, there's a slight slur to his words and I know he had about 4 rum and cokes at dinner.
Peeta and I both freeze, locking eyes as we realize the position we find ourselves in once again, being intimate right under Gale's nose.
This seems to be a common theme in our relationship.
Peeta swallows thickly and then eventually replies. "Yeah," he calls out, but Gale doesn't seem to really care anymore. We hear him over by the urinals singing his favorite song out loud.
"Oh man, I'm so drunk," we hear Gale say to no one in particular.
Once we realize that Gale isn't really in the right frame of mind to pay attention or notice much of anything at the moment we start to relax a little. Peeta raises his eyebrows at me playfully and starts moving his hips again.
I gasp as he reaches down and starts to rub my clit. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to try and keep myself from moaning too loudly. In the back of my mind I realize it probably wouldn't matter though because Gale is stumbling around the restroom talking to himself he's so intoxicated.
"Oh fuck," I breathe when Peeta starts picking up his pace. He feels so good pushing into me as deep as he can and I can feel my body tightening in pleasure.
"I'm going to finish what we started," Peeta whispers in my ear.
He slides his hands from my hips up and under my arms so he is grasping onto my shoulders, holding me in place. He has such a strong hold on me, keeping me in place, that when he continues to pound into me it only makes it that much harder and I feel like I'm about to break in two. He is driving into me at a furious pace and I'm so ready to come undone.
In an instant I cry out, quickly recovering and holding back my sounds of pleasure when I remember that we're not totally alone. My body spasms uncontrollably and I collapse against him in sheer exhaustion, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure overtaking me.
I feel him throbbing inside me and I pull back to kiss him sweetly, just connecting our lips.
"Love you," he mumbles into my ear, wrapping his arms around me as we bask in the after glow.
"You fucking jerking off in there or what, man? Hurry up!" Gale's voice interrupts the moment, bringing us back to reality. Luckily he still seems to be completely clueless as to what just happened.
"I'll meet you out there," Peeta calls to him and finally we hear him leave the restroom.
When he is finally gone I can't help laughing a little at the whole situation.
"How do we always end up doing dirty things behind his back?" I ask as we start to clean up and put our clothes back together.
"Because he made it clear he doesn't want to know what we do when we're alone, remember?" Peeta laughs. "And maybe we both have some unresolved anger towards him for being the thing that kept us apart for so long," he adds as we exit the restroom.
"Probably," I agree as we make our way back to our table, joining hands.
"It was worth it though. You were worth it." I add after a moment, just before we reach our table.
Peeta stops walking all of the sudden, making me stop with him.
He looks at me for a long time, his eyes so intense and full of love it takes my breath away.
And then he gets down on one knee.