Okay, someone is saying Peeta is basically an idiot for getting engaged to Delly.
He didn't speak to Katniss when he fell in love with her. He only saw her talking with Finnick. He didn't know a thing about her. It's like going to the grocery store and you see someone.
What are the changes of you meeting them again?
Like one and infinity. He didn't expect to meet Katniss. That's why he found Delly.
"Hello?" Dad asks.
"Dad?" I ask.
"Kitten!" he sounds really relived.
"PUT IT ON SPEAKER!" Prim screams in the background.
"Katniss how are you?" Mom asks.
"I'm okay…" I trail off. Peeta locks eyes with me, and he winks. I feel my cheeks heat up and I duck my head. He laughs softly, but he stays silent and lets me talk to my family as he sits down next to me on the couch and pulls me against him. I lean my head on his shoulder.
"Okay? Only okay? Oh god Katniss, did he go with Delly?" Prim sounds like she's about to brusrt into tears.
"Dad?" I ask.
"Yeah?" he sounds pained.
"You were right…" I reach for Peeta's hand. "About love…"
I hear silence for a long time. "So it worked out then?" Mom sounds hopeful.
"Yes." I mumble. We're at my apartment, simply because Delly is at Peeta's house and he said he wants nothing to do with her.
"So you guys are good?" Prim asks.
"Yes."
"Give us something more, Katniss!" Mom says. "Did you kiss? How did it happen?"
I sigh and begin to explain everything. Peeta's phone starts ringing and he stares at it for a moment. Then he stands up and releases my hand. "-Hang on." I cut off at the part of Finnick pushing me out of the curtain. "Where are you going?" I stand up.
"I'm just going right outside." He says. "I'll even leave the door open, I promise." He kisses my forehead. His lips are warm and soft and feel incredible on my skin.
I wonder what they would feel like down on me v- I shake the thought from my head. I'm not having sex with Peeta until and if we get married. "Okay…" I watch him go. I don't want him out of my sight for god knows how long, and I know tonight is going to be a sleepless night. "-Anyways, and then I knocked over a music stand and I sent papers flying and it was so loud. Everyone was looking at me and I started picking up papers. Peeta came over and helped me…" I continue the story. When I'm done, Peeta still isn't back from outside. The door is open a bit, and I don't want to be nosy, but I want him to come inside.
Just when I'm about to get up, he walks into the apartment, still on the phone. "Maman, d'accord…oui maman…Je lui demande maintenant." He says. (Mom, okay…yes Mom…I'm asking her now.) "Je te rapelle." (I'll call you back.) "Oui, je t'aime aussi. Au revoir." (Yes, I love you too. Bye.)
He hangs up and shuts the door. "I had a question. This has nothing to do with my mother." He sits down and turns to face me.
"Okay." I link our fingers on both of our hands.
"Don't get creeped out because it doesn't mean anything but are you not allowed to have sex till marriage? Because I'm not allowed to and I just want you to know in case um…" he doesn't finish his sentence.
"I'm not allowed." I reply.
"Okay." He says. He keeps our fingers linked as he pushes me so I'm lying down on the couch. "My mom is in love with you. Actually, my whole family is in love with you."
"I thought they liked Delly." I mumble.
"They hate her." He replies. "Anyways." He slides his right hand down my side and lets it rest on my hip. "They want you to come to Paris with your family for Thanksgiving and Christmas and stay from the week before Thanksgiving all the way till the week after New Year's."
"That's almost two months. I can't get off of work that long-"
"Oh, you can quit your job there and come work at the bakery. I'll pay you better and you can have time off whenever you want and I'll still pay you."
"I can't bake." I remind him.
"You don't have to. You can do stocks and everything else." He says. I'm still in the skirt and everything but he's not, he stopped at home and got clothes. It's only three in the afternoon. He's in dark basketball shorts with pockets. He doesn't have a shirt.
"What did Delly mean about money?" I blurt.
He looks like he doesn't want to tell me. "Well my family is very wealthy in both American money and in French money because they have bakeries all over the country in France, and in the United States. Please don't think of my differently." He practically begs.
"I wouldn't care if your dirt poor." I whisper. He moves suddenly so he's hovering above me.
"Promise?" he presses his lips to mine for a moment.
"Promise." I confirm.
"I want you to know that if I am pushing your limitations on anything or making you uncomfortable to tell me. I want to go at your pace."
"I want to go at your pace." I mumble. He kisses my lips again.
"I don't have a pace." He whispers.
I lift my hands onto his stomach. He doesn't move; he just stares at me. "Do you work out?" I blurt, beginning to run my hands up and down his chest and stomach and his biceps, which flex with every move he makes.
"No, I work in a bakery." He sits back.
"All the Mellark's are sexy like you?" I ask. Then I flush red when I basically admitted I think he's sexy. "Actually, that's impossible." I mumble. He smiles and kisses me again.
"Thank you." he whispers.
"For what?" I sit up and scoot closer to him.
"Calling me sexy and for living." He replies. "Now can I ask you something that has been bugging me since Christmas?"
"Okay." I reply. I scoot even closer to him, and he just pulls me into his lap.
"What was everybody laughing about that morning at four in the morning?" he asks.
"Oh dear god…" I groan loudly. "Just…I just…"
"You don't have to tell Me." he says quickly.
"You're going to be uncomfortable…" I mumble.
"That's okay." He pulls me closer.
"I just…had a dream and we were sort of…well you were…your mouth…it was going lower and uh…it sort of…um…" I sigh. "You made me um…"
"I think I know. You don't have to say it." He says.
"I've made things awkward." I stand up and back up. He stands up too, and gently pulls me on top of him, lying down.
"You didn't make anything awkward." He kisses me again. "Can I try something I've always wanted to do to you?" he asks.
"Okay." I reply. He flips so I'm beneath him.
"Are you sure?" he asks, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation. I swallow nervously and nod. "Remember limitations." He whispers. "I've never gotten to do this to a girl. Delly and I only kissed about two times and it was only little ones, like this." He pecks me lips. "I know you've made out with someone."
"Not somebody I care about." I whisper. "He doesn't count."
"Katniss I don't want to push your limits." He whispers, sitting back.
"I'll be fine." I sit up and move real close to him. He's facing me and I'm facing him.
"Katniss Joy…" he runs his fingers through my hair. "I just…"
"Peeta I'll be perfectly fine." He looks extremely hesitant as he leans forwards and kisses me. It's only a small back, but them he kisses me again, harder this time. He places his hands on my hips to pull me in his lap. Our lips fit together perfectly, molding against each other. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip and I open my mouth. His hands turn to fists and slide to my back, uncurling. He starts to lean forwards, lowering me so I'm lying down on the couch beneath him. He pulls away for us to catch our breath and then connects our lips again. He begins to kiss down my jaw and then all over my neck. A low moan escapes my throat.
"You're so beautiful." He murmurs before moving back to my lips.
"I can't." I groan. His lips leave mine right when the words hit his ears. "Waiting until we get married, if we get married, is going to be nearly impossible." He lets out a shaky breath.
"I know it is." His eyes are dark blue and I think it's with desire. "You affect me…you have no idea how much you affect me."
"I would say we can do everything possible without having sex but technically I'm already pushing the limits."
"Gale had sex." He points out.
"Yeah but Gale is hardly my cousin. He's like a second cousin. He doesn't get in trouble because his parents got pregnant with him before marriage. That's why we're not so close to them, because they got shunned for years." He sits back and pulls me up with him. "So who yelled at him?"
"His mom; she doesn't want him to have a kid before marriage."
"Oh." He frowns. He slips his hand under my shirt, and I tense, but he doesn't go up, he just moves to my back and rubs. "What do you want for dinner?" he kisses my lips and my forehead.
"What are my options?" I ask.
"We can have anything. We can go out or we can make something. Actually, I'll be cooking. You should never have to cook. You shouldn't do laundry, or cook, or clean."
"Well I'm going to end up doing those things anyways.
"Not under my watch." He grins. "Would you even want to marry me?"
"I never wanted to get married." I admit. His face falls. "But you're the exception."
He grins and then we start making out again.