So I was rather disappointed with the response to the first chapter, but I did want to carry this story on. I'll see how the next few chapters go. I hope you guys review and make my day ;)

Peeta woke with a thundering headache the next morning, and when he rolled over and saw the naked girl next to him, he squinted. He vaguely remembered her from last night as he ran through the events as he usually did when he woke up last night. Then he remembered the little commotion Cato had caused and he smirked. That was something that was definitely going to get brought up at school the next day. He got out of bed, not caring if he disturbed the girl—Leila, he recalled—and found his clothes, scattered throughout the room. He found his phone and cigarettes in the back pocket of his jeans, and growled when he saw two missed calls, both from Finnick. His friend had probably been calling to see when he had wanted to be picked up last night, but he'd fallen asleep after screwing the brunette. He glanced once more over his shoulder at the girl, who looked like she was starting to waken, and quickly left the room, making his way down the trashed hallway, avoiding broken glass and bottles that were scrawled throughout the house, alcohol staining the carpet. He was glad this wasn't his house.

"Ah, shit," he muttered as he opened the front door and the sunlight hit his eyes. He covered his eyes from the sun, quickly crossing the lawn to where there was shade under a tree. He put a cigarette in his mouth, digging around for a lighter. He found one, lit the end of his cigarette and inhaled, enjoying the nicotine high before dialling Finnick's number. The blonde answered on the second ring.

"Peeta! Shit, that girl wear you out last night?" His friend laughed at him.

"Yeah, yeah, can you come and get me?" He muttered.

"Yup. I'm just dropping Annie off home, I'll be there in twenty," Finnick replied. Peeta grunted a reply, hitting the end call button on the screen and dropping it into his pocket. He stayed leaning against the tree, glad there was a breeze as he smoked the rest of his cigarette. Finnick still wasn't there, so he started on a new one, when he remembered the rest of last night. There had been the girl with the angry eyes and quick tongue. Now she had been something. And to think she had been in his classes all this time and he hadn't noticed her. Well, he had probably noticed her in passing, but last night made him want to actually get a good look at her.

"Katniss," he muttered as Finnick pulled his BMW up to the curb and held up a pair of sunglasses in his direction. Peeta grinned and grabbed the glasses from him, slipping them on as he jumped over the side of the car and settled into the seat. "You're a life saver, bro. Now, take me to get something greasy and disgusting to get over this hangover."


"You all good after last night?" Gale's voice broke through the silence in the room. Katniss glanced over at him from where she was took a deep breath from the bong he had handed her. He shrugged. "Look, you were pretty fucking pissed—"

"That asshole," she let out a long stream of smoke from the corner of her mouth. "Was all over my baby sister. Shit, if that was Posie, you would have killed him." Gale made an expression of agreement and held out his hand, for her to hand the bong back. "If that was me you would have killed him." His eyebrows raised at that comment.

"Catnip, I have seen you on your hands and knees in front of guys a lot worse than that jackass from last night," he reminded her. Katniss shrugged and looked down at her hands, picking at her chipping nail polish. The hit from the marijuana wasn't coming fast enough, and she had been having a shit weekend, she needed it. Not that she was using that as an excuse, though. She never needed an excuse to get stoned. "Look, maybe you should talk to Prim instead of yelling at her. You realize she's just like you in that way. I could shout at you all day not to go and do something, but the second I turn my back, you're going to be doing it." Gale handed her back the bong and she took another drag. He carried on talking but she wasn't listening to what he was saying. She was looking at his mouth, watching it shape words, probably words that would actually help her, but she wasn't interested in taking anymore. His words had already made an impression on her, although probably not in the way he had intended.

She liked it when Gale looked out for her and Prim. A third of the time she looked up to him like an older brother, and he looked after her accordingly. Another third of the time the way he would fuss over her would drive her insane, and she would disappear for a couple of days to avoid him. And then the last third of the time, it turned her on.

Then again, that could be because she hadn't had sex in a week and the weed was taking affect.

"Katniss, shit, you're not listening to me again, are you?" Gale rolled his eyes as he laid back on his bed, folding his arms behind his head and resting there. Katniss blinked as she came back to the present. The older boy was watching her with raised eyebrows as she took the last hit from the bong and then put it down on the low table that was scattered with two more baggies of weed and a couple of pills. "What?" He asked, glancing down to where she was sitting. "You want more?"

"Nah, I'm good," Katniss shrugged. She could feel a familiar ache between her legs and she wiggled slightly where she was sitting, glad she was wearing a thong. The slim material was pressing between her lower lips and the more she shifted on her folded knees, the harder it pressed against her clit. Gale was watching her carefully, knowing what she was doing. He had known Katniss for a long time, he could read her mood on her face. And right now, she was biting down on her lower lip, leaning against the low table, her eyes half closed. He knew that she could just be enjoying the feeling of the marijuana, but from the way she kept wiggling, he was guessing that she was horny as well. He smirked as she opened her eyes and met his gaze. They stared at each other for a long time, and Gale dragged his tongue along his lower lip and Katniss's eyes followed his tongue, feeling liquid spread from her centre as she imagined the tongue inside of her. She had had it so many times she could practically imagine it, and right now, her body was throbbing to be touched; by his tongue, his fingers, his cock—she really didn't care.

"You alright over there?" He asked her with a lazy smile. Katniss didn't bother replying as she stood up. She wore a ripped shirt, one of his old ones, over a pair of mini shorts. She pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the ground and he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. Not surprising though. After they had picked up Prim and brought her back to his apartment, she had crashed out on the sofa next to her sister, to make sure she didn't wake up choking on her own vomit. When she woke up, she had come straight into his room, so she wouldn't have bothered with a bra. She had probably only actually worn clothes because her sister was here. Usually she didn't bother. She didn't have the biggest tits he had seen, but hers were tanned and full and they suited her body perfectly. She wiggled out of her shorts and thong and he could smell her arousal as she came over to where he was laying down. "You realize Prim is going to wake up any minute now, it's past eleven o'clock."

"Prim sleeps in until twelve on a normal weekend day," Katniss replied as she came over to the bed, leaning over and working at the zipper of his jeans. "Given she was drinking until three in the morning, I don't think we're going to hear a peep from her until at least after one." Gale shrugged, lifting his ass to help as she pulled his jeans off along with his briefs and threw them on the ground. His body had already started reacting to her, had the second he had noticed her change in mood. He was glad he wasn't wearing a shirt that morning, would have just taken her a moment longer to take it off before she was on top of him. Katniss swung her leg over him, knees on either side of his hips as she sunk on to him, taking him right to the hilt and drawing a groan from deep in her throat. Gale grunted as her familiar warm heat enveloped him.

"Fuck, Katniss," he moaned, his hands coming to her hips and digging into the skin. Katniss clenched her walls around him purposefully as she rose herself up on her knees, pulling him almost the whole way out of her, the tip only teasing her entrance. Then she lowered herself heavily on him, feeling the delicious length of him stretching her, filling her up. She tilted her head back, her hair tumbling down the smooth skin of her back, a tangled mess of wavy curls. She began to ride him, hard and slow, enjoying the low boil of orgasm in the bit of her stomach. She grabbed his hands from her hips and pulled them toward her body. Gale knew what she wanted, he had done this enough times to know. One hand slid between them to her clit, parting her folds and teasing the bundle of nerves. He felt her body clench once more in response and he did it again, before pinching it between two fingers.

"Ah, shit!" She gasped out. Gale smirked, lifting his other hand to her breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled at it and she let out a hiss through gritted teeth. Sparks of pain radiated through her body from the pinching and pulling of her clit and nipple, but she loved it, it got her wetter than someone who was trying to be soft and gentle with her. That was what she liked about Gale. He understood that. She didn't trust people who tried to act all tender and kind and gentle. Those people always ended up turning on her, letting her down, hurting her after lulling her in to a false sense of security.

No, Katniss preferred the pleasure that came from the pain. Gales thumb started rubbing hard circles over her clit, pushing the little nub so hard it was almost flat against her wet skin. She could feel her orgasm beginning to build, and he could feel it too. As she began to sigh and her movements became more erratic, there was a knock at the door. Their movements both stilled, knowing that it could only be one person on the other side of the door.

"Can you and Gale stop fucking for like half an hour and take me out for breakfast? I'm starved!" Came the shout of her little sister. Katniss glared at the door. Gale shrugged, dropping his hands from her and to the bed.

"There's food in the fridge!" Katniss yelled back, lifting herself once more, putting her own hand between her legs. Gale kept his hands flat on the bed but thrust his hips up to meet hers as she lowered herself. He liked watching her pleasure herself, it brought him to his own high much faster. Katniss groaned as he thrust himself up hard to meet her, he felt himself hit her cervix, knowing that the groan was probably from pain, but that it would melt away quickly to a feeling that he knew she liked.

"There's nothing in the fridge—and it's fucking disgusting that you're still having sex when I'm right here!" Prim yelled, thumping on the door.

"Well maybe if you were still asleep, we wouldn't be having this issue!" Katniss shouted back, but stopped her movements again.

"Katniss!" Prim sounded frustrated. "Please, my head hurts and I'm hungry." She sounded more like the fifteen year old she was, and there was a petulant tone to her voice. Katniss sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.

"Okay, little duck," she called. "We'll be out soon." The motherly nickname just didn't sound right coming from the position she was in, completely naked, riding his cock, one hand still between her legs and her eyes glazed from the weed. Gale smirked and Katniss glared down at him. They heard Prim's footsteps disappearing and she lowered her body so that she was laying on his chest, their faces barely a millimetre apart, their noses brushing. "You have about two minutes to make me cum before she comes back," she hissed. Gale rolled his eyes, flipping her over roughly and pinning her underneath him. She gave a little gasp at his quick movements, which quickly turned to sighs of approval as he thrust himself into her roughly. He gripped her thighs, pulling them up over his shoulders, pushing himself into her harder and harder, his fingers digging into her skin, hitting the wall inside of her over and over again. He saw the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes at the pain, but the moans she was letting out encouraged him to continue. He felt her tightening around him and he then felt himself coming to the brink of his own orgasm. He spilled himself into her centre and fell down on the bed beside her, both breathing heavily. Katniss pushed him away from her, getting out of bed and bending over to find her clothes. He could see and smell his semen coating her thighs. She grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on his shelf and swiped at her thighs, crumbling them up and throwing them in the direction of the waste basket, not caring when they missed. She left her undies on the ground, knowing they were wet with her previous arousal, and still didn't bother looking for a bra, pulling his shirt on and tucking the front in to her shorts and then looking down at him expectantly.

"You taking us out to breakfast or what?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Well," Gale sat up and accepted his shirt from her. "Only since you asked so nicely."

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