Chapter 4: Flaring Feelings
One night shortly thereafter, Peeta and Katniss were at their wooden table, sharing a bottle of liquor they had discovered in District Six. It was a quiet, peaceful night. No bombings. Both were already pretty drunk, but Katniss especially so.
"I never asked you, Katniss: what happened to your mother and Prim? During the firestorm in Twelve?"
Even drunk, Katniss's eyes grew dark and sad. "They…. they didn't make it," she said sadly. "Gale and I led a group of survivors to the woods, but the bombs were raining down there as well. We got separated. I'm pretty sure he died trying to save others."
Peeta looked down, regretting even asking. She had lost everyone she cared about…. just as he had. Clearing his throat, he stood to grab the liquor bottle. "You want another glass?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied softly. Then, out of the blue:
"Have you ever been with a woman, Peeta?"
Peeta paused in picking up the bottle from the table and stared, replacing it. He did not know how to answer such a direct question, even though it was a simple "No," for him. His eyes must have given him away though, for Katniss suddenly stood up and approached. Taking both his hands, she guided them to her breasts. They were…. hard. Perky and erect; Peeta could feel her nipples through her shirt. Tentatively, he molded them through his fingers.
Peeta's cock bulged against his pants.
Suddenly, Katniss pushed Peeta flat into his chair and assertively moved to straddle him, directly over his hips. Peeta could not find the words to resist… and he did not want to. Katniss's one hand disappeared down his pants and found Peeta's penis. She seized it and began to fondle and stroke heavily up and down his shaft and along his balls. Peeta keened into Katniss and moaned even as he continued to palm her breasts.
Boldly, he took one of his hands and plunged it down Katniss's sweats, past her underwear panties and dipped all five fingers into her wetness at her vagina. Placing his mouth on the now free breast, he began to suckle her nipple through her clothes.
"Huhhh…uhhh…oh….." Katniss moaned sexily. She flicked her hips insistently into Peeta, even as she threw her head back and her eyes rolled into the top of her head. Peeta let out muffled groans as he continued to taste her clothed breast. He was on the edge of his seat now, trying to give Katniss as much access as possible.
"Fuck!" he hissed as he stiffened and his cock began to throb juices out onto Katniss's hand.
Katniss bent her head into the crook of Peeta's neck and bit into his shirt to keep from screaming. God, she was close! "Mmmmm-hmmmm!" She came, her juices soaking Peeta's hand, her panties and her sweatpants. Both stayed still as their bodies relaxed and heart rates returned to normal.
Still in Peeta's lap, Katniss released his shirt from her teeth and turned her face to his. Their noses were inches apart. Peeta waited on baited breath, silently begging her to kiss him with those voluptuous lips…..
"I'll be right back." It came out as a whisper as Katniss slid gracefully off of him and headed into the bathroom, no doubt to shower and purify herself. Peeta stared longingly after her.
