Part II.
(Roughly 6 months after Part I.)
The air was sticky and hot, causing beads of sweat to form on Katniss Everdeen's hairline and drip down her temples, eventually disappearing down her neck. The moderately cool air being forced from her car's poor air conditioning system did little to quell her perspiration. She rolled her windows down as far as they could go without messing up the curls Johanna had spent hours creating. The digital clock on her radio screen read 1:47, and she swore under her breath and pressed down harder on the gas.
"Let's go," she hissed at the cars in front of her, who seemed very keen on driving at exactly the speed limit. A dull yellow Kia tried to merge into her lane, and Katniss slammed her palm down on the wheel, blaring the horn. The driver held up his middle finger, but she couldn't be bothered with a retort. Katniss Everdeen was running late, and she could not be late for this.
When her boyfriend informed her about his graduation from the Lincoln Culinary Institute, she had immediately saved the date on her phone and hour earlier than the actual time so A) She would remember and B) She would be on time. So far, she only had one of the two going for her.
She arrived at the graduation ceremony just in time. They had just finished calling the L's, and she craned her head around the cramped auditorium to find an empty seat. When there were none to be found, she relented and squeezed into a standing place against the wall.
"Peeta Mellark!"
The woman handing out diplomas was dressed in a garish pink pantsuit, and her bleached blonde curls were piled precariously atop her head. When Peeta reached to shake her hand, she pulled him in for a hug and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
So that's Miss Trinket, Katniss though with a smirk, remembering Peeta having told her about one of his rather enthusiastic instructors.
Peeta gave a sheepish wave to the crowd as they clapped. Katniss stuck two fingers into her mouth a blew hard, producing a loud whistler that made Peeta's head snap in her direction.
She waved excitedly at him, and a sheepish grin toyed on his face. Even from her spot in the crowd she could just make out the faint blush dancing across his cheeks. Her heart swelled as he kissed his fingers and lifted them up to her, a signal of love created from late night Skype dates when they were apart.
"Is that your boyfriend?"
Katniss turned around to see a petite woman with long dark hair behind her. She offered a Katniss a timid smile, and pointed at the stage.
"The blonde one? Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he is," Katniss said. The girl offered her hand.
"I'm Annie. My boyfriend's graduating, too."
They shook hands and Katniss returned the grin. "Really? Which one is he?"
"Finnick Odair!" Miss Trinket trilled. Annie flushed as a gorgeous man with bronze hair strutted across the stage. He scooped Miss Trinket into his arms and planted a fat kiss on her mouth. She swatted his arm with a shriek, but laughed when he put her down. Her hair was lopsided, and her lipstick smudged, but she looked otherwise unharmed.
"Um, that one," Annie laughed lightly. Katniss arched an eyebrow.
"And you're okay with him macking on that woman like that?"
Annie shrugged as she clapped for her boyfriend. "That's just how he is. Finnick is quite the...extrovert."
Finnick bowed dramatically to the crowd, who cackled with laughter. He blew a kiss to Annie, who caught it with a roll of her eyes.
"I can see that," Katniss agreed with a chuckle. Finnick moved off the stage and stood to the side with the rest of the graduates. He and Peeta slapped palms and pulled each other in for a 'bro hug'.
"I don't mind that much," Annie told Katniss. "He's a flirty person, Finnick, but that's just him. I don't worry. We're it for each other."
Katniss' eyes strayed to the graduate's corner, where Peeta was pointing something out to Finnick on his phone. His blonde curls had grown long in the past months, and they flopped over his eyes as he looked down.
"Yeah," Katniss murmured to Annie. "I know the feeling."
Finnick Odair, Katniss soon learned, was very, very rich. His sprawling mansion, located just outside of Hartford, was able to comfortably host all sixty-three of the graduates and their significant others with room to spare. His decision to throw the party had been spur-of-the-moment, but it seemed that his abode was always on standby for a fun night.
"I can't believe this place," Peeta murmured to Katniss, whom he had clutched tightly to his side. They meandered through the gorgeous hallways and rooms before finding a pair of French doors that led to a grand balcony. It was adorned with vines and overlooked a shimmering blue pool and hot tub. A rushing waterfall flowed over into the pool at one end and the other there was a large, swirling slide.
"I know. I used to dream about houses like this when I was a kid."
Katniss ran her fingers over the stone of the balcony as she described her dream house to her boyfriend, who- as per usual- hung on her every word. He focused on the curve of her upper lip, the twinkle in her eye, the way her nose scrunched up just a little bit when she got really excited. His heart began to beat unevenly, and his palms started to sweat.
He was so in love with her.
"Peeta," she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Peeta, Finnick's calling you."
Peeta snapped out of his love struck gaze and glanced down to the patio, where a bathing suit bottom-clad Finnick was waving him down.
"Hey, Peet!" he called. "Come here for a sec, I want to show you baby."
Katniss looked at her boyfriend strangely. "His baby?"
"It's a 1979 Corvette he's been fixing up for months now," Peeta explained. "He's been raving about it since I've met him."
"Go with him then," she urged. "I'll hang out with Annie for a bit." The quiet brunette was sitting by the edge of the pool and casually dunking her feet into the water.
"Thanks, baby. I'll catch up with you in five, ten minutes tops." He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Go have fun," Katniss said with a laugh, and shooed him away. He kissed her again, and was gone.
Five, ten minutes tops turned into a half an hour, and Katniss and Annie's feet were beginning to look like prunes. They chatted about their jobs and hobbies- Annie was swimming instructor at the local YMCA.
A tinkling laugh startled them from their conversation. Their heads turned to the shallow end of the pool, where a voluptuous blonde in a light blue string bikini was daintily wading in. Her golden locks cascaded over her delicate shoulders, past her generous breasts, and settled in the tiny curve of her waist.
"Am I going to have to swim all by myself?" she said with a pout on her plump red lips. Katniss and Annie slowly removed their feet from the water. "The water feels absolutely divine."
Katniss arched an eyebrow at her new friend. "Who invited the Playboy bunny?"
Annie rolled her eyes. "That's Delilah Cartwright- or Delly, as she reminds everyone. She graduated with the boys, but you probably got there too late to see her. She thinks she's the next Kim Kardashian, I swear."
Just as Katniss was about to respond, Delly's high-pitched voice pierced the air again.
"Peeta!" she cried. "Peeta, come swim with me!"
Oh, fuck no.
Peeta and Finnick had just returned from his car garage. They were walking onto the cobblestone patio, deep in conversation.
"Peeta!" Delly tried again. He looked up, and grinned when he saw the blonde.
"Hey, Delly!" he greeted her. "When did you get here?"
"Oh, I had to stop home and pick up this old thing." A slender finger played with the string of her bikini top. "I heard Finnick had the best pool and I never miss out on a chance to get wet."
Finnick choked back a laugh and what sounded like 'I'm sure you don't'.
"Anyway," Delly continued. "How about you jump in with me?"
Peeta shook his head, but the smile was still playing on his lips. "Sorry, Dell, but unlike you I didn't plan ahead. I left my swim trunks at home."
"Oh, that's okay!" Delly said brightly. "Why don't you just take off your-"
"Oh, that's it," Katniss growled. She stood up, ignoring Annie's calls, and stalked off towards the grass.
Peeta looked away from his blonde friend when a dark braid flashed in his peripheral vision. He turned his head sharply to see Katniss storming off, her arms crossed an a scowl on her face.
"Excuse me for a second," he said, interrupting Delly. She frowned. It wasn't appealing.
He turned and began to jog off the patio and onto the grass, following his girlfriend. "Katniss!" he called. "Katniss, wait up!"
She continued her angry march away from him. He finally caught up to her by the pool shed where Finnick kept all of his supplies. He grabbed her elbow and swung her around to face him.
"Katniss, what's wrong? Why did you leave?"
"What's wrong?" she hissed. "What was wrong was that that stupid blonde bimbo was basically throwing herself at you and y-"
"Woah, woah, woah," Peeta said. "Hold up. Are you jealous of Delly?"
Katniss scoffed, rolling her eyes. She yanked her arm out of his grip. "Come on, Peeta."
"I think you are," Peeta said with a twinkle in his eye. "I think that you are, Katniss Everdeen. But you shouldn't be."
"Why not?" she challenged. "That walking-STD over there-"
"Has nothing on you," Peeta finished for her. Katniss frowned.
"Will you let me finish my sentences, please?"
"No." Peeta stepped forward and kissed her tenderly. "I won't let you finish because you don't need to. You are absolutely perfect, Katniss Everdeen, and no one can hold a candle to you. Especially not Delly Cartwright.
"I love you more than anything, baby, and I will spend the rest of our lives proving that to you."
Katniss felt a blush tinge her cheeks. She ducked her head, but Peeta's hands caught her cheeks and forced her to look up.
"I love you, Katniss," he told her again. She grinned.
"I love you, Peeta."
With a wry smile, he ducked his head, and Peeta began to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses down her neck. Katniss sucked in a breath as he nipped at her collarbone. Her fingers found themselves wound into his thick curls.
"Peeta," she breathed, "we can't do this here."
"Why not?" he murmured against her shoulder. He moved back up slowly until he could lick the shell of her ear.
"S-Someone could cat-catch us," she said with a shiver. Peeta's hands traced up her sides until they were just under her breasts.
"I don't know about you," he said lowly, "but that just makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?"
She let out a gasp as his hands moved under her shirt and palmed her breasts roughly through her bra. His erection was rock hard against the skin of her thigh, exposed by the ridiculously short skirt Johanna had shoved her into earlier.
"Peeta," Katniss said, her breath hitching as his fingers found his way into her underwear and started slowly circling her clit. "Peeta, please..."
"Please what, Katniss?" he hissed into her ear. She opened her mouth to protest, to tell him to stop before they got caught, but then a single digit inserted itself into her wet heat and Katniss let out a throaty moan. Peeta's free hand clamped over her mouth as his finger began to move in and out of her.
"Please what, Katniss?" he asked again, moving his hand out of the way.
"Please, Peeta," Katniss began again. She locked her eyes with his. "Please, don't stop."
He didn't. Another finger found its way inside of her and the finger on her clit began to move faster. She was moving in tandem with him now, eager for any type of friction she could get. Every time his fingers moved out of her, her hips shot forward, a silent plead for their return.
Soon, Katniss felt the familiar coil in her stomach tighten, and tiny shockwaves began to shoot through her upper thighs. "Oooh," she cried. "Ooh, Peeta, I'm going to cum."
His lips captured hers hungrily as she tumbled over the edge, swallowing her cries. Katniss sagged against him, his fingers still inside of her.
"Oh, no," Peeta murmured darkly. "I'm not done with you just yet."
"What?" Katniss said, still slightly bleary from her orgasm. Peeta grinned devilishly as he slowly removed his fingers from her and brought them up to his mouth. One by one he put them into his mouth, sucking her essence off of them.
Katniss could feel her pussy begin to throb in anticipation.
"Turn around."
Peeta's voice was deep and husky, and Katniss did as he asked without hesitation. Peeta's hand came around to grip her waist and the small of her back. There was the high-pitched whine of the zipper of his jeans being pulled down, and Katniss inhaled sharply.
"Put your hands on the shed."
Peeta's hand on her back pressed down slightly, so she was bent at a ninety-degree angle at the waist. Her palms were flat against the pool house siding, and her nails dug into the paint. Peeta's large, capable hands slowly moved up her thighs and under her skirt to cup her ass. He squeezed roughly before grabbing the sides of her panties and ripping.
"Hey!" Katniss gasped, turning her head around. "Did you just-?"
Peeta held up her shredded lace underwear without a hint of remorse on his face. He shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans. "I think I'll keep these as a souvenir."
He pushed up her skirt so it was bunched around her waist. Katniss's head dropped and she moaned in pleasure as he slid a finger over her slick folds.
"You're so wet for me, baby," Peeta groaned. He swiftly pulled himself out of the confines of his jeans and positioned himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried his cock in her tight cunt.
"Yes," Katniss groaned. Peeta quickly began to piston in and out of her. "Yes, baby. That feels so good."
"I know it does," Peeta said smugly as he fucked her. "Because I'm the only one who can make you feel good. Isn't that right, baby?"
Katniss moaned her agreement as Peeta reached around to stimulate her clit again.
"And you're the only one who can do this to me. Can you feel that?" He began to thrust even harder, even faster. "Can you feel how hard my cock is, baby? That's all for you. No one else, Katniss."
Her orgasm was building fast, and his words helped to speed it up. Peeta slapped her clit hard once, twice, and a third time. She bit her lip to stifle her cry and felt the coppery blood in her mouth.
She came hard around his cock, shuddering and shaking and her knees almost collapsing. Peeta thrust into her twice more before he stilled and came deep inside her. After a moment of labored breathing he picked her up and sank to the ground, her resting on his lap.
A thin sheen of sweat coated both of them and their hearts pounded in sync. Peeta tilted his girlfriend's head up and slowly pressed his lips to hers. His tongue swiped across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth wider, granting his access. They kissed languidly, passionately.
"That was so great," Katniss murmured against his mouth. He smiled.
"I know. And I'm sorry, baby. I should've told Delly to back off-"
"No, Peeta, don't apologize. It's fine." Katniss soothed, kissing him again. "But if she even so much as looks at you the wrong way, I'll rip her extensions out."
Peeta laughed raucously. "That I'd love to see."
"Peeta! Katniss!" Finnick's booming voice was surprisingly close. His footsteps were loud against the damp grass of the lawn. The couple stilled. Katniss looked to Peeta, wide-eyed.
"What do we do?" she whispered, motioning to their haphazardly clothed bodies. He pressed a finger to his lips and slid them closer to the side of the pool shed.
Finnick's voice came closer. "Peeta! Guys, where are you?"
"Why are you looking for them?" asked a softer voice. Annie. Slowly, their footsteps began to fade away. Just before they were out of earshot, Finnick spoke.
"I was trying to see what they wanted. I'm going to order us some pizzas."
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