Sex
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"You don't have to walk on eggshells around me," I snap, glaring at Elphaba who is avoiding affection with Gale. She'd been doing this for almost a week, since I effectively fucked everything with Peeta up. I know she's trying to be nice and sensitive, but it's annoying as hell. Gale is clearly on my side in all this, since he quickly grabs Elphaba and pulls her onto his lap.
"Sorry, but I can see that you're upset!" says Elphaba, relaxing into Gale's grip as he gently kisses her neck. They're in that honeymoon stage where you can barely keep your hands off the other. I've accidently walked-in on them three times, so far it hasn't been during but it's been pretty close a couple times.
"Your trying to make me feel better is only making it worse," I reply, rolling my eyes at her. Elphaba sighs and concedes to my demands and cuddles into Gale. I feel a pang of jealously for a moment, but I push it way. I don't want to have the feelings that I already have for him, there is no way in hell that I could have ever really been with Peeta. He probably wants a wife and kids, neither of which are anywhere in my future. I would be a horrible wife and I refuse to brings kids into a world filled with war, hatred, and all the other bullshit that is in this world.
I push the thoughts of Peeta out of my head and turn my head back to the TV. The three of us are in the living room watching one of the Resident Evil movies. I think this is the second one, whichever one has the topless zombie hookers. Gale picked it out, probably hoping that Elphaba would get scared and clings to him, but he seems to forget that she would go gay for Milla Jovovich. Personally if I was going to gay for an actress, I'd go gay for Jennifer Lawrence.
"Would you ever have sex with a zombie if they looked like that?" asks Elphaba, leaning back to look at Gale.
"No," states Gale, "Why would anyone have sex with a zombie?"
"I don't know, those zombie were pretty hot," I joke, earning a laughing nod from Elphaba. Gale rolls his eyes and places a kiss on Elphaba's neck. If any of us were really paying attention to this movie we'd be quitter, save for our unintentional reaction sounds. Mostly during this movie, which Elphaba and I have watched before, its gasps at things we forget are going to happen, but Gale is jumping at everything. It's pretty funny.
"I swear to god if you jump one more time with me on your lap…" Elphaba leaves her threat open ended as Gale jumps at the children attacking the reporter, "Weren't you trying to get me to jump into your arms, not the other way around."
"We just like to do things backwards in our relationship, huh," mumbles Gale, burying his head into her hair. Who would have thought Gale Hawthorne would get so jumpy and scared watching a zombie movie, I certainly wouldn't have. The rest of the movie is mostly Elphaba and I making jokes at Gale's expense. "You so aren't getting lucky tonight."
"You realize that means that you aren't going to be getting lucky either," retorts Elphaba. I can hear Gale mutter something along the lines of 'damn it'. They're lovey dovey shit is sickening and I can feel that pang of jealousy again.
"You should go apologize and tell him that you didn't mean it. You might not regret it," says Elphaba, before getting up and pulling Gale with her into her room. I roll my eyes at them; when is their fucking honeymoon over? Normally this wouldn't have bugged me, but I don't know, maybe Elphaba has a point. I turn the volume up just as Nemesis and Alice start the final battle against each other. I don't feel like listening to those two have their honeymoon.
The next morning I awake to a quite knock on my door. I mumble come in, pushing myself off the bed slightly. Elphaba pops her head in and smiles at me. She looks like the cat that's eaten the canary.
"I have a present for you," she says, smiling at me. I don't think I want this present, but I don't know how to tell her no when she's already placing a rectangular box on my dresser. She quickly leaves after the box is safely on the dresser. I look at the clock and groan, it's fucking five am. I was going to lie back down, but instead chose to check what the present is. I can't suppress my gasp when I open the box to a long pink vibrator. The thing comes with a note from my friend:
It's water proof and has five different settings. I hope that it can help relieve some of that pent up stress that Peeta was helping you with.
I hate her. How dare she do give this to me with this fucking note! Fuck her, fuck Peeta, and just fuck EVERYONE! I throw the thing at a wall but that only turns it on! I pick it back up, and the tingling sensation is my hand is tempting. I should just turn this thing off, go back to bed, and kill Elphaba in the morning. What was stopping me was that she had a point. Peeta had been managing my stress and now he's gone… I turn the thing off and pull on a sweatshirt over my tank top. I put the thing back in the box and move quickly out of the apartment.
Peeta lives down the hallway and to the left. I knock on his door calmly. I have no clue what I should say, just that I need him. After a moment the door opens to a pretty blond girl in a tank top and panties.
"I must have the wrong apartment," I tell her, looking at the apartment number.
"Who's at the door Dell?" calls Peeta, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her and not noticing me. When he looks up at me he looks surprised, and maybe a little guilty, "Katniss?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you for a moment," I say, forcing the tears and sobs back into my throat. I can't break down in front of him and his new friend.
"Sure, can you give us a minute Dell?" His friend nods her head and kisses his cheek before going back into the apartment. Peeta waits for me to talk, silently eyeing me.
"So that's your girlfriend?" I ask my voice small.
"Yeah, not like I had anyone else," he says, his words like knifes, "You haven't talked to me in over a week. I get that you don't want to be with me, but I thought we could have at least been friends."
"I'm sorry; I just didn't know how to talk to you after…" I don't know what to say after that.
"After you told me you wanted to just use me to have sex? Not even really friends with benefits, 'cause we were barely friends at the time. And we're certainly not friends right now," snapped Peeta, clearly wanting to hurt me with his words.
"I am so sorry!" I say, boarding on sobbing, "Can we start over and be friends?"
"I would like that," says Peeta, smiling a little. We exchange a quick and simple good bye. The moment his door is shut and I'm walking to my apartment, I let the tears fall. I don't want to be his friend, but I can't not have him in my life. I hate feeling like this.
I walk straight into my room, pick the thing up, and take it with me into the shower. The warm water, the sensation, and my imagination pretending that it's Peeta sends me teetering over the edge faster than I ever have before. Elphaba is sipping coffee when I come out of my room dressed and ready for work.
"You can't be mad at me for giving you the present if you've used it," warns Elphaba, smirking because she knows that I know she's right.
"He's got a girlfriend," I say, pouring myself coffee.
"I'm sorry, hun," says Elphaba, "At least now you can possibly move on now."
"We're going to try and be friends," I tell her.
"That isn't a good idea," says Elphaba, "You two cannot ever be left alone together, otherwise you'll both end up unhappy."
"What do you mean?" I ask, confused at her words.
"If you and him are ever alone together then you two will end up having sex, and you'll both hate each other and yourselves for that." She's right. I know she is, but if we're never alone then that will never happen. We just can't ever be alone together.
Simple enough, right?
\+-+-+\Author Note/-+-+-/
Wow guys! I posted that chapter, went to bed, and BAM. You guys are awesome!
Okay so I hope I didn't spoil anything from Resident Evil: Apocalypse for you guys, which I was watching while I wrote this. So yeah Peeta's trying to move on from Katniss, but that doesn't mean that they're done. Okay so the reason I did what I did with the last chapter was to show that more reviews makes me want to give you guys the next chapter faster. Don't get me wrong, I love getting the alerts but the reviews are a the best kind of feedback you guys can give me. I love them, and all of you!
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