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Chapter 3
Katniss eventually falls asleep in the early hours of the morning, although the constant tossing and turning from her brain working overtime and the musky scent of Peeta on the pillow beside her makes it a fitful one. For a moment when she wakes up, just before lunch, everything is right with the world until she remembers the events of last night - particularly Peeta's hurt face and him leaving. She never thought she'd be spending her first wedding anniversary alone.
After finding the strength to pull herself out of bed and taking a shower, she makes herself a chicken and salad sandwich for lunch while debating with herself whether to check her phone to see if Peeta has contacted her. After an agonising hour she finally has the nerve to sneak a peek. She wasn't sure what she'd do if there was nothing there from him, but to her heart's relief he'd texted her a message a couple of hours earlier.
Peeta: I'll see you tonight.
That was it – no 'happy anniversary' or' I love you', just four simple words to cling onto for the rest of the afternoon. She knows when he comes home they'll have to have a serious discussion, but today also marks a special celebration for both of them. Her plan for a romantic dinner with his favorite dish of lamb stew and dried plums was still happening, regardless. Tonight was about showing her husband just how much she loves him and how happy he's made her since she became his wife.
As dusk makes its way into the sky, she knows Peeta will be on his way home from the bakery soon. She's wearing a strapless orange dress for the occasion, with her hair out in soft curls flowing down her back. She usually doesn't like to wear dresses - wearing one on her wedding day was the exception - but when she'd seen this dress in town the other week, she'd thought it would be perfect for the occasion because it was Peeta's favorite color.
She grows anxious and her palms start to sweat from nerves as time continues ticking by. Quickly, she places their meal into the oven to heat up while she goes about setting the dining table, laying out a white linen cloth and placing in the centre a bunch of freshly picked flowers from their garden that bring a subtle, but sweet, scent to the occasion. Walking back into the kitchen, she bends down to the utility cupboard next to the sink to look for some candles and matches.
While searching, she tries not to let her mind wander to last night's events again. But she's worried about how tonight will go. She knows she hurt him – badly - that's a given, but she was left hurting too. He told her she could say anything to him, and when she did, he got angry and left. At the age of twenty-two, they're still so new to understanding the concept of marriage, navigating their way through all the ups and downs it entails and learning what it means to be in a committed relationship. Marriage is not just about love, which they have plenty of, but there has to be trust and openness there – it needs to be a safe haven for both of them.
Standing back up with the box of candles in her hands, she opens up the pack, hoping none of the tapers have snapped. She wants tonight to be perfect and elegant.
Before she can step away from the counter she feels a strong presence up against her back, the weight holding her in place while a calloused hand sweeps her hair off her shoulder. Her body momentarily stiffens for a second in fear before she catches the distinctive scent of cinnamon and dill, followed by a warm puff of air on her neck that instantly makes her skin tingle. Her body and mind relax instantly, accustomed to the familiar and loving gesture.
Although she's happy he's here, she can't believe she didn't hear his heavy gait sneak up behind her. "Peeta, I'm –"
"Shh," he hushes her, his voice so deep and strong that the force makes his chest rumble against her back. "Don't say a word."
Katniss' mouth shuts automatically at his demand, his tone and request foreign to her ears. She stands still as one of his hands drifts down her side, carefully fingering the material of her dress, and then quickly he wraps his arm around her waist like a snake, using a strength she didn't know he possessed as he pulls her closer to his body. Next, she feels his mouth leave wet, open mouth kisses along her shoulder, causing her to let out little sighs of pleasure. Distractedly she drops the candles and uses her hand to hold onto the counter, her fingernails digging into the wooden benchtop for balance, while the other one holds onto his forearm that's wrapped securely around her body. She helplessly arches her neck back, encouraging him to increase his ministrations. Soft moans and the occasional yelp leave her mouth as his lips glide across her flesh, now nipping and biting like he's marking her as his. The feel of his unshaven face prickles against her sensitive skin and sends an excited jolt straight to her belly, causing her whole body to shudder.
Clearly enjoying the reaction he's getting from her, Peeta lets out a loud groan and unexpectedly puts one of his feet in between hers, pushing them apart so he can step in between her thighs. "Put your arms around my neck," he commands.
She's not sure what's gotten into him, but the way he's giving her orders and the feel of his growing erection on her lower back is arousing her, causing every nerve ending in her body to light up and respond like it's on fire. She allows the weight of her body to sink into his embrace as she wraps both her arms around his neck, her hands linking together and lightly gripping the waves of his dishevelled hair – like he hadn't bothered to style it today.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls into her skin, sucking at her neck, his hands drifting down into her dress to palm and fondle her breasts. "Perfect tits."
What? Oh my god! Katniss eyes roll back into her head at his unaccustomed use of dirty talk. Nevertheless, in response she feels an immediate gush drip from her core, soaking her underwear. "Yes, Peeta –"
"Quiet. I told you no talking." His voice comes out hard and uneven, like gravel.
Wanting to obey him, she tries hard not to speak; just a few whimpers and whines escape her throat as he pinches her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It causes her to arch her neck back even further so the crown of her head hits his chest and her grip of his hair to tighten.
"This is what you want, don't you?" He rasps in her ear, removing one hand from her breast and travelling it down to her underwear. He pulls the material away and dips his fingers inside, finding a copious amount of arousal already coating her pussy lips. "Oh – oh my god, Katniss…" he chokes, surprised at the evidence his actions are already having on her. He pushes two digits inside easily, her walls squeezing and wrapping around them in welcome. "You're really loving this aren't you?" He breathes out heavily in awe. "Oh, shit…"
She doesn't answer him, just continues with the illusion that she's not allowed to talk and instead uses her body to communicate what she needs, rolling her hips in quick, fast circles to meet every thrust of Peeta's fingers. Feeling inspired, she lowers one of her hands down from Peeta's hair to palm his cock through his jeans behind her back. This action seems to awaken something in him, as he lets out a loud growl like a mammal in heat and shoves her hand away from his cock so he can unzip his jeans. "Bend over," he demands.
She leans down, laying her forearms on the counter in front of her, while his hands lift up the hem of her dress. A sudden ripping sound fills the room. She's not sure whether she should feel disconcerted until she sees scraps of material fall between her legs and land in a small pile of the floor. Holy shit! Her clit buzzes on high speed in excitement and she feels more moisture gathering at her entrance. Did Peeta just rip off my underwear?! A rumbling sound hails from the back of his throat like he's answering her question.
"Such a beautiful ass," he compliments, gripping and palming her ass cheeks in his warm and masculine hands. He then lowers one down to dip inside her pussy again, while the other one grips his erection. "It's like it's pouring out of you," he claims in wonder, his hand travelling back up her body, leaving remnants of her desire on various places of her olive skin. He grips her hip tightly, while the other hand pumps his cock a few times before aligning it at her entrance.
Yes. More. Now. Please. Her body is screaming out for her husband, for him to plunge inside her and take her to a place where she can let go and see stars. She feels the head of his dick slip easily inside her walls, but he holds it there, not moving, just teasing her. With a whine, she pushes back, urging his cock to find its way deeper inside her, where it will bring her intense pleasure and relief, but his fingers only dig into her hips tighter, holding her in place. He leans forward, placing some of his weight onto her back, and breathes against the shell of her ear. "Beg for it."
With just the tip of his cock inside her, the huskiness of his voice and the feel of the rough texture of Peeta's jeans against the back of her bare thighs, she's more than happy to beg at this point. "Please, Peeta, I beg you, please fuck me."
"How do you want me to fuck you?" He asks gruffly, his hips rolling and teasing her slowly. The heaviness of his breath against her cheek tells her he's close to losing restraint. Katniss doesn't want to wait another minute - this is what she's wanted to experience and explore with Peeta since he got arrested, being together with raw and carnal passion. She can't believe this is happening, not after last night, but here he is, her wonderful and loving husband, fulfilling her desires without argument. She knows they can't pretend that their fight didn't happen, and she knows they'll talk about it, but right now, in this time and space, it doesn't exist. It's only her and Peeta. Together.
"Fuck me hard," she begs, "I want to feel everything."
Without preamble he plunges inside her, his cock coming home, blanketed within her tight inner walls.
"Oh, yes! Thank you," she cries out in relief, pushing her hips back to meet his fast and enthusiastic thrusts.
"Fuck, yeah," he chokes, clearly overcome. He moves a hand to one of her shoulders to keep her in place. "Take my cock."
She moans in delight at the way he's holding her down and the foreignness of his words as they rip through her and reach the throbbing nerve endings of her clit. His thrusts are so powerful and forceful that she feels like she's being taken over and possessed. The warm and harsh pants of his breath hit her cheek as she realises he's draped some of his weight over her back and his hands have now gripped the counter next to hers, the stability of it aiding his movements as he continues driving furiously into her.
"Why haven't we done this before?" He gasps in between each thrust. "This is amazing, I – fuck - I'm so deep inside you, it's like I'm touching your womb."
"Oh yes, yes," she breathes out, incredibly turned on by his words. Talking about her womb makes her insides clench around his cock tighter, it's like she's being led by an ancient force that's deeply embedded within her. "Come inside me hard," she pleads.
He lets out an audible groan that makes Katniss wonder if the next door neighbors know what they're up to. He lays his hands on top of hers, their sweaty fingers gripping each other tightly and he growls into her neck. "Kiss me."
She turns her head, her lips searching for his, and then his mouth is there with plunging tongue and clashing teeth. It's messy, dirty, and wet. Their mouths move uncontrolled in likeness to their lower bodies that are working together on instinct. They breathe into each other mouths like they're sharing a life force, supporting each other to keep climbing until they reach the summit.
"Come for me," he exhales. Katniss opens her eyes and notices sweat dripping down his nose. Her back feels hot and sticky with her dress and Peeta draped over her body, but there's no way she would stop and change it for the world right now. It's the first time he's ever taken her from behind, and she's loving it - the weight of him, how his cock is hitting the spot inside her, and the emotion of being taken by her mate, there is something feral and primal about it. A series of shrieks fly out of her mouth when she feels his hand find her clit and begins to rub it in quick, harsh circles. Within a few revolutions of his fingers, the sensation in her lower belly grows and expands, suddenly rupturing. Her pussy tightens as she comes, her walls milking his thrusting cock as waves of pleasure burst forth and consume her. She shakes under his weight, breaking away from the fierceness of his kisses to sing out an ear-splitting scream, which rings across the room.
His hips continue snapping against her ass a few more times, helping to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. His thrusts become jerky, erratic, and she knows he can't hang on for much longer. "Feel me," he tells her as he plunges in one last time and let's go. Spurts of cum shoot from his cock, filling and coating her walls as he stills his hips and lets out a roar, biting down on her shoulder. They stay that way for a few moments, each of them breathing hard and heavy as they come down from their highs and relish in the feeling of euphoria. He comes to his senses and quickly pushes himself back, moving his weight off her. With her eyes closed and her chest heaving, she feels him take her gently by the arms and pull her down with him onto the kitchen floor, guiding her to sit in his lap. They both look untamed, wearing bits of clothing between them, red and sweaty skin and wild and messy hair. Chest to chest, with her legs wrapped around him and her head laying on his shoulder, they sit there for several minutes not saying a word. Peeta rubs soothing circles on her lower back and breathes in the scent of her hair.
"Well," she breaks the silence. "I was planning on an elegant evening for tonight, but so far there's been nothing elegant about it," she jokes, lifting her head up from his shoulder. Her exhausted eyes smile kindly into his. "What was that?" She asks softly, her vocal chords a little hoarse.
"Well, I told you I wanted to give you something spontaneous and romantic for our anniversary," he chuckles breathlessly.
"Mission accomplished," she grins. "And the dirty talk – wow, I'm impressed."
Nervous laughter fills the room, and his cheeks turn a light shade of red, matching the bashful look on his face. "Yeah, well – I was caught up in the moment…and I thought you'd like it."
"I loved it," she offers, leaning down to meet his lips. "Thank you."
Their kiss is gentle and chaste, nothing compared to a few minutes ago. They move together languidly, cherishing the taste and essence of one another, until Peeta breaks off the kiss with a quiet gasp. He cups her cheeks into the palm of his hands and stares deeply into her eyes.
"Happy anniversary," he murmurs.
"Happy anniversary," she repeats, before quietly adding, "I'm sorry."
"No, you have nothing to be sorry for," he reassures her, his thumb outlining and stroking her jaw. "I'm the one that should be apologising – I left after I told you that you could tell me anything. That was wrong. I should have stayed and talked it out."
"I wish you had. But I understand - you were upset."
"I was feeling pretty wounded," he confesses, moving his hands down to rub her forearms gently. "But I did a lot of thinking today, and I realised that what I'm feeling about this has nothing to do with you - it's me and my issues," he reveals, taking a steady breath. "You were brave to share all that with me, and I'm glad you did. After I stopped feeling sorry for myself, I realised you made some good points about our sex life."
"Like what? And what do you mean by this is your 'issue'?" She asks, her brows narrowed in confusion.
She watches as Peeta's head shifts slightly, giving the air a quick sniff. "We can talk about it later," he promises, then turns his attention towards the oven across from them. "But for now, tell me what that smell is - it's so familiar."
She allows her important questions to remain unanswered for now, as she knows she can take Peeta at his word that he'll tell her later, and instead turns her head in the direction of the delicious smell that is wafting through the kitchen. "It's my surprise for you," she tells him, getting up eagerly. She can't believe, with her brain being turned into sex-addled mush, that she almost forgot her gift to him. "Why don't you go and make yourself comfortable and I'll bring it out for us? I know I've worked up an appetite."
"Sounds like a plan," he murmurs, standing up to join her and pulling her against his body. "Come find me when you're done," he says, and gives her a light smack on the bottom before he leaves.
Katniss stands there surprised for a moment, taken aback by her husband's behaviour – although, after tonight's amazing sex, she thinks she might have to get used to this new Peeta. After adjusting her dress, she bounds over to the oven, biting her lip in anticipation about what they could get up to later tonight, but first she knows they need to replenish their bodies and eat. Katniss dishes up one bowl of stew, figuring they can share it, before topping it with aluminium foil and carry it out to the dining room. Very quickly she notices the absence of her husband, along with the two stemmed glasses and the bottle of wine she'd left in the ice bucket.
Curiosity leads her down the hall towards the bathroom, where she can hear the bathtub filling up with water. Opening the door, she's taken aback by the dozens of candles carefully placed, lighting up the room with a gentle warmth. The sweet combination of orange and jasmine fill her nostrils as it rises up from the scented bubbles in the tub. It all looks so romantic and welcoming, especially her husband, who is standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a beaming smile and holding out two glasses of wine. "Only the best for my wife," he declares.
"Peeta," she smiles, accepting his offer and feeling astounded that he managed to do all this within just a few minutes. "This is beautiful."
"You're beautiful," he states, not missing a beat and taking a step closer. "You know sometimes I still have to pinch myself - to remind me this is all real, that you're my wife."
"Well, I have been for one whole year now," she retorts smartly, taking a sip of the sweet, straw colored liquid.
"I know, but it's the fifteen year old inside me that still doesn't believe it," he chuckles. "He thinks he's about to wake up from the best dream he's ever had."
She shakes her head in amusement. "Speaking of your childhood, did you want to see what I made you?
"Yes, please. You've got my interest piqued," he tells her, taking their wine glasses and setting them down onto the nearby basin.
Katniss lifts up the covering aluminium foil triumphantly. "Ta-da!" She watches carefully, curious for his reaction.
"Is this?" He leans in closer. "It looks like –" His eyes grow wide in astonishment, and a huge grin lights up his face. "It's my Grandma Sae's lamb stew! Oh my god, you made this? I haven't had it in years," he rushes out excitedly.
"I know. I re-created it for you," she tells him proudly. "I just hope it tastes the same as you remember," she adds, now feeling nervous. She did sample a spoonful earlier, and she thought it was delicious, but she has no idea if it tastes the same as he remembers.
He picks up the proffered spoon and takes a cautious bite, the meal still steaming hot from the oven. Chewing carefully, he lets out a pleased groan and closes his eyes like he's experiencing bliss. "It tastes exactly the same," he reassures her and takes the bowl out of her hands, putting it on the sink next to their glasses. "Thank you," he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him. She leans her head down against his firm chest and feels his heart beating underneath her ear. It's a beautiful sound, the familiar rhythm bringing peace and calm to her world, and she feels herself sinking into him. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me just yet," he jokes. "Come on, let's get cleaned up before the water goes cold, and then we'll eat."
Agreeing, Katniss strips out of her clothes, while Peeta steps into the tub, making himself comfortable. She takes his offered hand, allowing him to guide her into the warm water, and sits down between his legs. She leans back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her tenderly, holding each of her hands in his. The only word she can think of to describe what she's feeling right now is - thankful. Thankful to whatever being or cosmic power on earth that brought this wonderful man into her life. A man that deserves to be loved and cherished for the rest of his life. A man who stepped out of his sexual comfort zone to try and give her something she wanted. Is there anything this man won't do for her?
She plays with his fingers affectionately, covering each of them with the soft, foamy bubbles. She's yearning to know what Peeta meant when he said. "It's me and my issues." This is the first time he's ever brought up having any sort of issues. He's always so relaxed and easy going about things, so it comes to her as a surprise. The only thing she can think of is that it could have something to do with his father.
Peeta was the youngest of his brothers and at just fourteen, his father had run off with another woman. His infidelity was the talk of the town for months, and it left his wife and children social pariahs. But luckily that didn't last long, and if you asked anyone now, you'd find that the Mellark name was well-respected and valued within Victors County – she knows this has a lot to do with Peeta and how active he is within the community.
But surely something as traumatic and hurtful as a parent's betrayal and abandonment would leave some kind of mark on his sensitive soul. For the first few years they were together, she never knew how to bring it up with him, and he's never opened up to her about it or given the topic in question the light of day. Maybe that's about to change.
It's like Peeta reads her mind and breaks through her thoughts with a simple but life-affirming sentence. "I think I got so upset about you wanting to change our sex life because it made me think of my dad…and what he did to my mom," he reveals, sounding sad. "My mom wasn't good enough for my dad – and I felt you were telling me I wasn't good enough for you."
"Oh, Peeta, no – never," she twists herself around in his arms so she's now facing him directly. His eyes are tinged with sadness and it breaks her heart. "You are good enough for me," she reassures him, stroking his chest. "In fact, you're better. The way you love me and take care of me…" she halts, overwhelmed by the lump forming in the back of her throat. Her eyes start to water. "I could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve you."
"That's absurd – you need to stop listening to Haymitch," Peeta reprimands, his eyes burning a fierce, liquid blue. "If it came down to it, I would choose to live one lifetime with you as my wife than one hundred lifetimes without you by my side."
A single tear falls down her cheek at his words, and, as promised, he is right there wiping it away. "I never wanted to change our sex life," she explains softly. "I just wanted to explore…these new urges I was having…with you."
"I know," he nods his head, giving her a small smile. "Change was the wrong word to use. And, besides, I really should be flattered," he chuckles lightly, trying to break the emotional intensity they now find themselves in. "When you brought it up – I felt like I was in two different minds about it, like someone hijacked my brain. A small part of me was excited because of course I want you like that – I want you in every way I can get you," he divulges. "But something's been holding me back – and I think it's been holding me back ever since we got together," he states, absentmindedly tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "We aren't religious people, and these days it's very rare to find a couple who's been together for five years and haven't had sex."
"You wanted to wait until our wedding night because you wanted it to be special," she reminds him.
"Yes, I wanted it to be special because it's…you," he agrees, smiling at her with a hint of shyness. "But I think there was another reason."
"Your parents?" She guesses.
"Yeah." A look of resolve washes over his features. "It came to me all of a sudden yesterday, like it's been locked up inside me for years and our argument was the key to unlocking it."
"You've never brought up what happened between your mom and dad before," she says gently. "I've always wanted to know so I could be there for you, but I didn't want to push you."
Peeta goes silent for a moment, his brows narrowing and lips pursing like he's contemplating
something. "I always thought I had the best dad," he says, his words wistful. "He was kind and loving, but as I got older I started to see a different side of him – the real side, I later found out," he adds, mournfully, taking her hands into his. "I would always hear them arguing when they thought my brothers and I were asleep. The last few years it got pretty bad…that's how I found out my dad had cheated. The barmaid he ended up running off with wasn't the first," he utters in disgust.
"I'm so sorry, Peeta," she tells him. "That must have been difficult to hear."
"Yeah," he agrees, lowering his head. "The perfect image I had of my father was shattered that night."
Katniss rubs his hands, offering him comfort and support. "I'm here, Peeta."
He takes a deep breath and lifts his head. "I remember when I was thirteen, I overheard them arguing about their sex life – just what every child wants to hear when they get up to fetch a glass of water," he adds sarcastically. "My dad was unhappy and wanted to try new things. I'm not going to mention what they were because I think I've mentally blocked that part out, but I could tell it made my mom uncomfortable." He cringes at the memory. "Not long after that, my dad took off."
"Has he ever tried contacting you or your brothers?"
"Not one word," he shrugs, like it's unimportant. "I wouldn't want anything to do with him anyway."
"He's still your father, though," she reminds him softly.
"I don't see him like that anymore. He's just an egotistical man whose self-gratification meant more to him than his entire family." He states it like it's a fact, with no emotion.
She nods her head in agreement - she can't argue with that conclusion. With stiffness forming in his shoulders and a hard look materialising in his eyes, she can tell the whole ordeal is starting to get to him and he doesn't want to discuss it anymore, but she has one more question to ask. "So when I brought up trying new things in the bedroom, it brought back bad memories for you?"
"Yeah – I think that's why I overreacted and got upset. I don't want us going down the same path they did. If that ever happened to us," his voice breaks, "I would die, Katniss."
She gets up onto her knees and wraps her arms around his neck, her face inches away from his. "That will never happen to us," she assures him. "We aren't your parents – we're Katniss and Peeta, or what Finnick likes to call us, 'Peeniss'."
A robust laugh escapes his mouth, shaking the tension out of his body. Katniss smiles and joins in, their sombre mood lifting immediately. "Thank you," he murmurs, placing his hand at the back of her neck to bring her closer so their lips can meet passionately. It's a kiss filled with love, faith, and honesty. He caresses her everywhere, skimming across her skin, mouthing light pecks across her cheeks, her nose, her neck, and her shoulders, before resting his forehead on hers with a contented sigh.
"I love you and I trust you," she whispers, reciting a part of their wedding vows.
She feels his face grow into the biggest grin. "I love you and I trust you," he repeats back, with profound warmth.
With goofy grins now lighting up their faces they press their lips together again, but before their bodies can give into the temptation that is slowly building between them, a shrill and peculiar noise makes it presence known, from outside the bathroom window. The sound is loud enough that it shakes the glass, and they both jerk back in shock.
"What the hell is that?" Katniss shrieks, turning herself around to face the window. Her lips feel bruised from all their kissing, and her eyes show a hint of fear at the unexpected disturbance.
"Stay here, I'll go and check," Peeta tells her, getting up from the tub and wrapping a towel around his waist. He walks over to the window sill and, with some effort - as it rarely gets opened - he pushes the ridged windowpane up and tentatively sticks his head outside.
"What is it?" Katniss asks, after a few moments of silence. Peeta doesn't move, just continues staring. "Peeta?"
"Come here," he whispers eagerly, hurrying her over with his hand. "I think it might be – but I'm not too sure, you might have a better idea than me."
Scrunching her eyes in confusion at his vagueness, she regretfully hops out of the warm water and wraps a towel around her body. She slides up beside him, placing her head out next to his. Following his direction, it only takes a moment for her to realise what Peeta is looking at and her eyes to go wide in surprise. "Oh my god – it's a mockingjay!" she splutters. There, sitting in their apple tree enjoying the early evening air, is a medium-sized bird with beautiful, dark feathers and piercing eyes that are looking straight at them. Everyone knows what a mockingjay looks like, thanks to the textbooks at school, but Katniss thinks the pictures haven't done it justice. The creature is majestic.
"I don't think anyone in the county has seen one in seventy-five years or so," Peeta says in disbelief.
Katniss' mouth curls up into a smile. "I guess the odds are in our favour then," she says, remembering the old wives tales about what happens when you see a mockingjay.
The wind rustles the tree, disturbing the mockingjay's peace, and the breeze feels cold against Katniss' skin, causing goosebumps to rise. The mockingjay lets out a loud tune, like its singing, and then flies away into the darkness of the night.
When it's flown out of sight they both lean away from the sill and push the window back down. "That was something…" Peeta's voice wanders, still clearly surprised. "I never thought I would see one in my lifetime."
"Me either, but they say it's a good omen," Katniss comments, wrapping her arms around his waist and gazing up at him. A long and happy life with this man would be a wonderful thing indeed. "Maybe we should make a wish," she adds jokingly.
"Speaking of wishes," Peeta's voice suddenly turns husky, and his hands travel to the swell of her breasts. He unties the knot she made with the towel and lets it falls to the floor in a heap. His hands move down to her ass, where he massages the cheeks roughly. "I'm going to need more details about these fantasies you've been having of me – are you up for it?" He asks, his eyes glinting with renewed desire.
Katniss feels the butterflies in her stomach awaken and start flapping around in excitement, and her body involuntarily shivers in anticipation. "I think I can be persuaded," she tells him, licking her lips and trying to sound seductive.
"Good." He tells her, lifting her up and holding her close to his body. He looks deeply into her eyes, his irises now a stormy blue. "You better hold on tight, Mrs Mellark," he growls, "Because tonight I'm going to be fucking you in every room of the house."
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