Chapter 4: September 9th (Part II)

(Katniss POV)

After prying their lips apart, Katniss was finally able to get Peeta back to his car. His arm was wrapped around her waist as his free hand happily swung her weekend bag back and forth on the short walk. Students continued to bustle around them as the excitement of it being Friday afternoon got to them. He pressed an excited kiss to her temple and chuckled.

"I can't believe it's finally here! I'm sorry I couldn't get away sooner – you know that, right?"

"I know," she said brightly. She didn't care – all that mattered was that he was there. He had felt awful about not being able to have free time until then, but she understood. "You're busy, so am I. I wasn't just twiddling my thumbs the first two weekends at school either, mister."

Peeta raised his eyebrows as they reached his car. "Oh?"

She snorted. "I got a jump on all my reading and assignments so that I wouldn't have to do them this weekend," she explained.

"I did the same thing," he quipped with a wink, flipping open the trunk. Katniss looked at his car with raised eyebrows.

"This is your car?"

Peeta nodded, unlocking the doors. "Yeah, get in."

Katniss was impressed. Of course she and Peeta had talked about their home lives over the summer, but she didn't know anything about him family's monetary income. Peeta's car was a newer model car that looked practically pristine. Unlike her car at home, it had all its hubcaps and didn't have any spots of noticeable rust. But, it got her from point A to point B in one piece and would most likely still be running when Prim needed it, so she had left it at home for the semester in hopes her little sister could get some driving practice.

"I saved up all through high school to get this. My dad said he would match me dollar for dollar. I guess he didn't think I would save up almost eight thousand dollars working at the bakery since seventh grade," Peeta grinned. "I got this the summer before college."

"Wow…" Katniss said, settling back into the seats. She was impressed that Peeta had managed to save up that amount of money with just his own hard work. But then again, she wasn't. Her boyfriend had a quiet but sure steady determination about him that made her respect him in more ways than one. It was one of the many things she loved about him.

Peeta pulled out of her school's parking lot, cranking the air conditioning up. All around them students were running around, happy that classes were over for the weekend. She didn't feel bad leaving; her single dorm room would stay empty and quiet for the weekend and for the most part would go un-missed. The room served as a cold, impersonal reminder that her school wasn't where she wanted to be. Peeta had asked her several times if she wanted him to just simply spend the weekend there with her, but she had no qualms about leaving.

She wanted to escape her school for a bit and see what could have been.

She had considered Peeta's school back during her junior year of high school because it had one of the best nursing programs in the state – which Peeta had already helpfully pointed out. However, the price tag didn't exactly match her plans. Her mother worked hard to provide for her and Prim all their lives, and Katniss didn't want to make things harder by picking a school that would put even more stress on their family. So, she had sucked it up and attended the state school that had offered her the most in financial aid and scholarships. Peeta had brought up the subject of her transferring schools several times. And truthfully, she had considered it. However, she didn't want the reason she moved schools to be because of a guy, even if that guy was Peeta.

As much as she loved Peeta, she was determined to make sure she didn't change just for the fact that she now had a boyfriend. Love was important, but so was her future. She was Katniss Everdeen: smart, independent, and non-sappy.

Well, sometimes.

Peeta and his flowers and Skype kisses and letters were changing that.

She grinned as he sped down the interstate.

"I can't wait to show you my room…and take you out to dinner! I made reservations at the little Italian place on campus. They have the best food but it's so cheap because they've been in business forever…"

Katniss turned and watched his profile as he rambled on and on about what their plans were for the weekend. In all honestly, she could give a shit what he had planned that weekend, although she would never say it. That would be like kicking a puppy. As long as she got to have him between her legs for most of the next two days she didn't care what happened.

She had missed Peeta, and badly. Their Skype sessions and late night phone calls hadn't been enough for her. As she watched his profile as he sped down the road, she felt herself growing antsy…and wet.

"This week was so long…I thought today would never get here!" he exclaimed his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel.

She clenched her teeth and nodded, noticing the way his still-tan forearms were flexing and bending as he drove. It had been weeks since she had felt this much raw need and she just wanted to run with it. She wanted to explore his body in a locked room, with the lights low and no interruptions. She had spent more than one night since camp fixing that need herself, but she much preferred the heavy, comforting weight of Peeta's stocky form. She was no stranger to the art of self-loving so to speak, but she had somewhat perfected it lately as her feelings of missing Peeta had deepened. She longed for him. His scent, his eyes, the feeling of his hands on her body….To run her hands over his sinewy muscles, down his soft stomach, around his-

"Katniss?"

"What?" she broke away from her sexy reverie, her head jerking to the side. "What did you say?"

Peeta chuckled. "What time do you need to be back here on Sunday?"

"Doesn't matter; anytime is fine, I don't want to keep you from anything."

Peeta laughed. "Nonsense. Well, we can just play it by ear. My Monday morning classes don't start til nine, so if you want to go back later on Sunday night that's alright, I just wanted to…."

She turned her head to look at his profile again as his voice faded away. She wanted to pay attention, she really did. But the way the afternoon sunlight was hitting his face as he drove made it extremely difficult. A few bits of blonde stubble danced across his chin, glinting slightly and fading up into his jaw. Oh the jaw. The strong, angled bone that made his face so beautiful and masculine at the same time was calling to her. Her tongue dipped out and licked her suddenly parched lips.

She wanted to be together, just the two of them.

As smart and independent and non-sappy as she was, she had missed Peeta terribly.

She loved that she could be those things, but also that she could need a person as much as she needed him.

And she did need him.

Her body felt like a coil about to spring as Peeta pulled into his school's parking lot an hour later. He had chattered happily during the entire drive about everything and nothing at the same time. She was growing so impatient she felt like she would explode as he quickly parked his car and grabbed her bag from the trunk.

"Well, here we are!" he exclaimed, walking around to her side of the car. Katniss wasn't listening; she was oblivious to the Friday afternoon activities of the other students. All she could feel was Peeta as he stood in front of her, happily gesturing to the campus around her. "Over there is my dorm, there you have the Quad, and there's where I-"

She cut him off suddenly, her lips smashing against his. Peeta made a surprised noise in his throat before reciprocating, his arms immediately going around her waist. Katniss grabbed the soft, silky curls at the base of his neck and pulled his face closer to hers as she attacked his mouth with hers in an attempt to relay the message that she could get the campus tour later.

Right now, she wanted a tour of the body she had missed so badly the last few weeks. They broke apart and stared at each other with a hurried desire that was almost palpable in the hot September air. Peeta exhaled shakily, his blue eyes dilated and his cheeks tinged with pink.

"Yeah, okay then….yeah," he stuttered, grabbing her bag. They both giggled with excitement as they made their way into his dorm. The upperclassmen's dorm was the only one with an elevator, and for that she was thankful. Once alone inside of it, she attacked him again. Peeta's body made a dull thumping noise as she slammed him against the wall and playfully bit his neck before kissing it. His earlobe was next; she sucked it between her lips and heard him practically growl against her hair. Leaning back, she gave him a wanton look that clearly told him no more talking was necessary until they had completed what was next. Peeta seemed to get the message as they heard the elevator ding signaling his floor.

He grabbed her hand with his free one and ushered her off the elevator. She pressed herself against his back as he fumbled at the door with his keys, his hands shaking as much as hers. It was a nervous, beautiful, playful feeling that was making them both so completely unhinged she could hardly control herself. It was so intense it was making him forget how to use keys. She giggled and reached around to grasp his hand as she helped him put the key into the hole. They both snorted knowingly at their little sexual innuendo as the door swung open. Peeta hurriedly slammed it shut and locked it, dropping her bag haphazardly on the tile floor.

"Is this the futon Mark is screwing Cassie on?" she asked, pointing to the couch.

Peeta nodded a wild look in his eye and a light sheen of sweat sprinkled across his brow. Katniss took a deep breath before yanking her flowy tank top over her head. Peeta's eyes grew darker as the nervous, sexy energy from the car seemed to fill the room up again until it was hard to breathe. She kicked off her shoes and reached for the button on her jeans. "Good."

Peeta flew at her.

They landed on the futon with a wild laugh and were suddenly a flurry of hands and flying clothes. The air conditioning hit her bare skin and made her body tingle and break out into goose bumps. Or maybe it was the way Peeta rose up on his knees to yank his shirt off over his still-tan chest. Her hands found the expanse of skin and ran over it, re-familiarizing herself with his body. The pent up sexual need bubbled up in her chest as he watched a lock of his curly hair fall into his eyes. That was it, she decided. She couldn't be held accountable for anything she said or did that night. With a grunt she grabbed him and flipped him into a sitting position on the futon. Katniss wasn't sure where this confidence was coming from; as much as she missed Peeta, she didn't think she would be straddling him naked on his futon in the broad daylight, but she didn't seem to have any qualms about it now.

"Do…oh God, um…" he stuttered, his hands finding her hips. It was cute the way he got breathlessly flustered before sex. It was the one time Peeta Mellark was at a loss for his beautiful, charming way with words and she loved that she could do that to him. She lowered herself onto his bare lap and started lavishing his neck with kisses. An animalistic need surged through her body and made the apex between her thighs flood with wetness.

"Foreplay later. We have all weekend…I just need you," she said quickly. Wow where did that come from? She thought with a smirk. His body was hot and ready and beneath her as she hovered over him on the futon.

I bet Cassie fucks that Mark guy right here. Right on this futon. His futon. I want to make this place ours, not theirs.

Her jealous, possessive thoughts grew hazy as Peeta reached around to the small table beside the futon and pulled out a little orange package. Katniss reached forward and kissed him roughly, running her hands down his arms in an encouraging manner. He grinned up at her with a boyish charm that made her fall in love all over again as he tore the package open with his teeth. When he was ready, he looked up at her with a silent question.

Ready?

She nodded wordlessly, her throat too tight to even form words. This was new – daylight, a locked door, her on top – all of it. But as she lowered herself onto his waiting arousal it felt like home. They both groaned in unison as their bodies effortlessly melted together, their hands finding each other as anchors. He held onto her for dear life. Katniss opened her eyes to see the hazy shade of baby blue in Peeta's. His head had fallen back against the back of the futon as she lowered herself further down and let her weight rest completely on top of him. Her body throbbed with the urge to move and just do it already, but she stilled.

"I missed you," she whispered, leaning forward with her hands still grasping his. Tiny beads of sweat had formed between them, making them slick. She kissed his bottom lip lightly as Peeta's hips gave an involuntary roll. She made a purring noise she didn't even know she was capable of before taking his hands that were still linked with hers and resting them on her hips. The newness of the position made her nervous and unbearably excited at the same time. "Show me?"

He nodded, exhaling against her chest. His strong, thick hands grabbed her waist harder and slowly pulled them forward. Katniss' toes curled as his hips lifted slightly off the futon and filled her to the brink.

She was full of him and it was positively exquisite.

"Peeta," she gasped, unable to stop herself. She didn't need to, she reminded herself. They could be loud if they wanted; it would be annoying to his neighbors and all, but in that moment she discovered she truly just didn't give a fuck.

Peeta's hands gripped her hips as she leaned forward and moved slowly on top of him. He surprised her by leaning forward and capturing her nipple in his lips and sucking lightly. Her chest moved closer to grant him better access because fuck if that didn't feel like heaven. He moved slowly, tortuously slowly between the two, paying attention to one before lavishing the other. His warm tongue played and teased and felt amazing as he coaxed her nipples to stand at attention. Katniss felt herself grow even wetter and her hips moved forward jerkily as Peeta lightly bit down on one of her tips. She gasped raspy and began to move faster. He groaned in appreciation as she squeezed her muscles against his already throbbing cock. It just felt so good. She imagined this was what a drug addict felt like getting another hit. The raunchy thought made her insides tingle with pleasure. Peeta's head fell back against the futon again with his eyes squeezed shut but she wanted to see his blue eyes as he came undone.

Her hands moved to grab his head, her fingers easily weaving into his curly locks. Her palms could feel the sweat that was forming against his temples and it made her want to explode. Instead, she moved her hips against his and whispered, "Look at me."

His eyes opened and she was greeted with a lusty shade of blue that made her want to gasp in appreciation. "Katniss," he groaned.

"I need you so much," she whispered. "I need you."

Peeta let out a deep, throaty groan at her words as his body grew rigid. Disappointment surged in his eyes, but she didn't care that she hadn't finished. It had been fast, but that was what they needed. She slowed her movements and let his hands guide her as she steadily helped him ride out his release.

"Katniss, I….I'm sorry, I…you just…"

The only word to come to her mind was overwhelmed.

"Shhh," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead. "You'll make it up to me later."

He gave her a breathless grin and could only nod. It was going to be one hell of a weekend.

Up next: More sex with a dabble of plot. lol. You know you love it.

Many of you have asked: Yes, this story is based on my real life adventures at college. The ex boyfriend, not so much ; ) Peeta's college is actually the school I went to, and everything I reference as far as the school is real ; )

Also, many asked about Peeta's dad: in my mind, he is 'played' by Phil in Modern Family. He just seemed like the perfect Mr. Mellark (Minus the fact that his hair is dark). So yeah...if you watch Modern Family, Phil Dunphy is his dad.

Please review! I love hearing your thoughts! : )