Survivor: Chapter 4
This chapter has some suggestive *coughsexualcough* themes. Sorry!
Katniss was excited. Today was the first day that Peeta would walk ever since had woken up.
Actually, it was more like a hobble. Coaxing small steps out of Peeta reminded her of when she had to convince him to drink her soup when they were bundled up in the cave last year.
He held on tightly to the frame of the bed with one hand, Katniss holding the other. A new prosthetic leg was fixed on his leg and he was having a difficult time controlling it.
"Come on now. We're almost to the end of the room. Yep. Good, good."Muttered Katniss as she led the shaking boy across the room.
"Whew!" grimaced Peeta as he sat down in a chair. "Not doing that again."
Katniss rolled her eyes and sat down next to him. "We'll be doing that every day until you're comfortable enough to start doing other things."
"Only if I get more of those kisses", he joked.
The conversation suddenly turned awkward.
Peeta changed the subject. "So, uh. Are we, you know. Together, now?" He tensed and his eyes smoldered.
Katniss leaned toward him; he was holding his breath, wondering what she was going to do. She'd never done this before, but hoped she'd get it right the first time. She closed her eyes and caught his lips with hers and started, well, making out.
It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. A thousand times better than that time in the cave.
He held one hand to the side of her beautiful face and the other on her hip. She was so amazing and so perfect for him that it hurt. He had never wanted her more. He slipped his tongue across her bottom lip and she shivered. Her lips parted and he started exploring every crevice in her sweet mouth.
At this point, Peeta had gotten the strength to stand up so that their bodies were molded to each other. Katniss' head was tilted up so he could reach her mouth and her hands were up the back of his shirt. Peeta's hands were permanently glued to her hips, slowly pushing her closer and closer to the wall without missing a beat of kissing.
I want you. I want you. Screamed Peeta's thoughts, over and over again.
Suddenly, the kissing turned competitive. He kissed her so hard that their teeth clacked together. She gently bit his bottom lip and he growled, deep in his throat.
At this point, his hands were playing with her bra strap and her hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling. It hurt a little, but felt good with the kissing.
Katniss could barely register the movements he was making until her head hit the wall with a bang.
"Sorry sweetheart," Peeta chuckled into her mouth.
"mmmfff"
He shoved his leg between her legs and the wall and continued to kiss her as if his life depended on it. In a way, it kind of did. He needed her. She needed him.
They separated and Katniss looked up at him in concern. He tugged the edge of her shirt and she nodded in understanding.
The item of clothing was off in an instant, along with her bra.
Peeta began gently playing with her and she moaned into his mouth as the kissed. In any other situation, she would've been terrified and embarrassed, but for some strange reason, it felt right. I mean, she loved him, he loved her, so why not?
Soon after was Peeta's shirt.
Now, as her hands were wandering across his chest and abs, she was shocked at what she felt. Since when did he grow so strong?
This groping and kissing went on for a while. It could've been only five minutes, but it felt like days.
In their dreamy states, they didn't notice a man open the door and stand wide-mouthed at them.
"When you're done feeling each other up, come down to dinner, okay?" The door slammed, and you could hear Haymitch mutter, "Teenagers..."
They pulled apart quickly, red flickering on their faces as they realized what happened.
Katniss covered herself up, Peeta, ducking his head. He looked up after a while and smirked.
He said, "Well, he said when we were done, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't done…"
Katniss just laughed and threw his shirt at him.
They dressed quickly and left the room holding hands.