Ok I'm going to go ahead and apologize for this chapter being short! Please don't hate me, I promise I will get you what you want very soon. I'll be putting out another chapter within a few days. My birthday was on August 10 and I just didn't write like I should have...please forgive me!
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He's kissing my neck and running his strong hands up and down my waist. I'm running my feet down the backs of his calves. My left hand is tangled in his thick hair, and my right hand is lightly scrapping the fingertips along his left shoulder. I can feel his hard manhood on my thigh and a wet ache between my legs. He takes my hands and pushes them about my head holding me in place with his hips. Every pleasure he's giving me is echoed in my sighs and moans. He leans into my ear and whispers, "Oh Katniss, I love you so much." My only response is to moan out, "Peeta".
I don't even get a chance to say I love you back to him before my eyelids flutter open. I lay in my own bed, alone. No Peeta anywhere to be seen. Wow, I'm actually mad my dream ended that soon. Usually I'm begging for my nightmares to end as soon as possible. Unlike my normal nightmares I wake with a happy flush on my cheeks, and a aching pleasure between my thighs. I'm already excited about my day. Now that I think about it I don't even know what time it is. Here in the Capitol they keep very heavy drapes over the windows to block out sunshine so they can sleep later. I lean over to look at the tiny pink clock beside the bed and see that its 10:30 am. That dream must have been amazing for me to have slept this late. I'm usually up before the sun even rises. But why not? Who's it hurting for just one day. Cinna did tell me that I needed to get plenty of "beauty sleep" the night before my wedding.
I won't even be due to get ready for the wedding for another few hours. I lay back on my pillow and close my eyes. All I can think about today is that I'm so excited to marry Peeta. The sweet deliciousness from my dream takes me over. I let the warm pleasure I felt from the dream wash over me. Pure happiness floods through all of my senses. Today is our big day. The day Peeta and I are joined as husband and wife. By 8:30 tonight I will no longer be an Everdeen. I will officially be Mrs. Katniss Mellark. And by tonight he will know the truth about my love for him. Peeta is going to be so happy tonight. It feels so silly and so weightless, this feeling. Like I'm filled with nothing but bliss. I've never been like this before in my life. Then again I could never afford to feel like this.
A piece of information then floats into my mind, if I had been this in love with Peeta all this time I would have saved myself all this stress these past two years. A ping of annoyance at myself chimes into my brain now. But I'm not being fair to myself either. I was 16 and more concerned about getting home to a possibly starving sister, I did not know his feelings were real and not just an act like mine were, and it was all too fast anyway for me to process the things I was feeling. But it doesn't matter now I'm going to make up for lost time. Tonight…Peeta Mellark prepare to have your mind blown…among other things. I blush to myself and let out a girly giggle. Ok enough of being a love drunk fool I'm hungry.
I get out of my soft plush bed and walk into the adjoining deluxe side bathroom from my beautification yesterday. I splash water on my face and apply some of the thick creamy lotion Cinna had left me back onto my face. I finish up in the bathroom and walk over to my little kitchen area. Ironic enough the kitchen is barely half the size of the bathroom I was given. I mess around with some of the holographic buttons on my menu until I found my desired breakfast. Within seconds a warm meal of oatmeal with cinnamon and a bowl of strawberries on the side accompanied by a piece of raisin and nut bread, and glass of hot chocolate is before me.
As I take my breakfast tray to the couch to watch TV while I enjoy my meal I take note of the bread. That warm happy feeling flows over me again. The same bread Peeta threw to me in the rain all those years ago. I wouldn't have guessed then that I would be marrying that same boy today. I felt a sense of pride knowing that Peeta is all mine, and always will be. As I ate my breakfast I vaguely watched more news coverage on my wedding. Today they were playing clips of our hunger games. And the "Evolution of the Star-Crossed Lovers from District 12". I had to roll my eyes at that one. They have no clue about either of us personally.
Then they played a clip of an interview Peeta had with Caesar Flicker man a few weeks ago. The interview had been about our upcoming nuptials. They exchanged a few jokes back and forth and proceeded onto the business of the wedding. Caesar asked Peeta questions about his feelings about our upcoming ceremony. In return Peeta is nothing but smiles, and rainbows. I know Peeta was very excited about the marriage whether it was forced or not. Haymitch had told me before he was just proud to call me his wife. He has such an amazing ability for flattery. Come to think of it I have never seen this interview. I remember Haymitch wanted me to join Peeta but decided against it and found an excuse for me to do something else instead. Oh, I remember that was the day Cinna took every measurement my body could offer, for my wedding dress. In his interview Peeta went on about how he couldn't believe in a few weeks he would be marrying the girl he has been in love with since he was 5. The smile on his face was radiant, and genuine. He talked about how beautiful I am, and how breathtaking I will be in my wedding dress. When I'm not in his presence he can still have this effect on me, to make me blush. At the end of the interview Caesar wished him the best and patted his back. They shook hands and the interview was over.
After my breakfast was gone I took the tray back to the counter. I walked myself back into the bathroom to brush my teeth, as I was finishing up I heard a knock at the door. I had instant panic fill my senses. The memory of Gale's confession last night flooded back into my thoughts. The forceful affection that he showed me. I hesitantly walked to the door and reached to the door knob. While my heart was throbbing I slowly twisted the door knob.