Painted Words, Piercing Paragraphs


Option A


By: KaKaVegeGurl


Author's Note:

Setting it up differently so that my author's note is not a huge mess. So. Yeah, this is Option A.

You'll notice now that the two Peetas, one from A and the one from B, are acting differently. Like... A LOT differently. You'll notice this more drastically as time goes on. ^^ He rly is becoming two ppl now. XP What can I say, I never keep it simple.

Also, things in this one aren't going to stay all perfect and mushy gooey, something has to happen, so expect that soon as well. If you would please take the time to answer the Question of the Week, and maybe even last weeks if yer a little late? That''s still open. Opinions are loved lots!

Thank you all fer reading and staying true, please continue on and enjoy! Have a nice steaming cup of yaoi!

~KaKaVegeGurl


Question of the Week:

-Current Week: This weeks question is... Male or Female main character for my original story?

-Week 1: Original story by me when Mockingjay is finished. What Genre do you want? Mostly voted-I got like 4 suggestions so lemme pick through them. The thing is fer not. The Hunger Games is definitely fer not. I said original werk. The other two were Sherlock mystery theme, and the teen troubles thing with depression, anorexia, suicide, etc. I'll leave this open. But I'm rly leaning to some kind of school thing with that depression, divorce, sibling rivalry, suicide, etc.


Review Response:

To the Anonymous reviewers, time fer love...

Anonymous review from Chapter 5: "Yes, every vote DOES count."

LittleAsian: "Katniss preggers! ^^"

harrypotter71598: "Vampire Werewolf teen thing... I have 'Only Skin' already. This has to be something else. 'Only Skin' is my original piece on fictionpress dot net that is coming down soon because I'm going to publish it."

Emily (my biggest fan): "Aww, thank you so much fer the review. It was very loved and cherished. E I put it in a safe lil box now."


Side Notes:

You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But, lately you've been trying real hard
And giving me your best
And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That I've ever had
And when it's really bad
I guess it's not that bad


Chapter 6 - Strong Weaknesses


The rest of the afternoon went just as well as waking up. Katniss stayed at my side, almost glued to me as we ate lunch and finally arrived back in District Twelve.

We were talking about looking forward to being mentors, Haymitch shooting us knowing looks every few minutes, and finally stepping out onto the platform. I had enough time to take a look around at everyone there when abrupt movement was heard, I turned to see and was hit hard in the jaw.

The punch threw me off balance and I fell to the ground hard. My fake leg pulled strangely where it was connected but the pain in my jaw was more immediate and effective.

Gale Hawthorne stood above me, his longer black hair messy, his face covered in coal dust, he was even wearing his work clothes, and his fist was wrapped in a glove. The hatred, pure anger in his eyes, chilled me down to the bone.

I should have expected this.

Copper taste fills my mouth and I run through each tooth with my tongue to make sure they're all still there. It doesn't really hurt as much as I would've expected. Cato had punched me in the face too many times to count. So Gale's fist, albeit new and different, pales in comparison.

I hear Katniss yelling at him, "Gale! Leave him alone, Gale!"

People are moving forward to see better, but they don't bother as Gale shoves Katniss away and hits me again.

I feel the anger rise up, want to protect myself, but in a swift move Katniss has grabbed him back and shoved him from me.

"What are you doing?" She yells at him, "Huh? Why do you have to be such a jerk?"

Gale stops and stares at her in surprise, "Katniss–"

"Don't 'Katniss' me, Gale," She says darkly and turns to help me to my feet. When I'm up finally she looks at him again, "I don't even know who you are anymore."

Katniss takes my hand, "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

My heart fills with pride at her and we walk together with our prep teams away from the platform.


The harvest passes without problems and I don't even see Gale there at all. Katniss doesn't talk about standing up for me, but I know it was hard for her to pick me in front of him. She's such a strong woman though, sometimes it amazes me... the things she does.

That evening when we get to our houses, she tells her mother and Prim that she's going to stay the night with me. She says this, and when her mother starts to argue back, Katniss puts her hand up and shakes her head. Then we leave together after nine, giving her and her family time to enjoy each other before sleep.

I let her into the house and kick my shoes off. I'm taking off my jacket when her lips are pressed to mine. I stop, hands back behind me trying to remove the sleeves, and Katniss pushes us both back against the door.

Her hands are up in my hair as she pulls me down and shoves our hips together.

When the kiss breaks, she slips her fingers into my arm holes and pushes the jacket from my back. It falls to the floor and we're kissing again. I wrap my arm around her slim waist and we're shifting, I feel her feet moving backwards and she turns us so that my knees hit the couch. She pulls from the kiss and looks at me before her fingers are at my waist, unbuckling my belt, snapping open the button and pulling the zipper down.

I gasp in surprise as she doesn't even separate boxers from pants and just pulls them both down at the same time.

She pushes me back lightly so that I'm sitting on the couch and she leans low, her knee set between my legs and kisses me again.

I grab the collar of her jacket and yank it off of her, fist my fingers at her neck and ear to deepen the connection. She helps me remove her shirt and then unbuttons mine.

"Katniss," I gasp and she moves down to petal her lips over my torso.

Her face and fingers go down, and I'm about to start hyperventilating when she avoids my cock completely and starts to do the oddest thing.

Her lips press over the metal of my artificial leg and then she kisses the meeting between it and my real skin, her bangs softly brush over some of the most sensitive places on my hip. I go ridged completely at the kindness of her, her hands gently caressing the scarred surface.

I stare down at her, eyebrows meeting my hairline, moved by this simple action–Her, Katniss; the girl of my dreams, accepting my imperfection completely. Embracing it, and hell, she's not avoiding it at all. She's got her lips moving against it.

Her eyes open and she looks up at me with an expression I've only seen her use a few times. When she watches Prim stare at my beautiful cakes, when she gave me the berries in the arena, when she first explained to me how to aim the bow and arrow, "I love you."

It takes everything in me not to grab her up into my arms and cover myself over her. What have I gotten my hands on here? Honestly. What outrageous, awesome feat have I accomplished, to deserve this beautiful, amazing woman? She is perfect in every way, more perfect then I can have imagined.

She smiles at the look on my face and then stands, pokes her hand in her back pocket for something before she pulls it out and begins to take off the rest of her clothes. Her pants gone, she strips her underwear away as well as she stands before me. And then she removes her bra.

Her solid, beautiful, naked form is breathlessly attractive. This is the first time I've seen her like this. And she's not shy, she's not bothering to hide a thing. Her round, gently freckled breasts, the long, smooth stomach that has been toned from climbing trees, the gentle patch of hair between her thick, muscled thighs, the curve to her body so different from any man's. From mine.

I swallow as I watch her hold the tiny square package in her slim, practiced fingers, the fingers that string bows, tie knots and traps, grasp the knife to cut into fur from rabbits, and hold the arrow steady enough to still water. She tears it open and kneels before me. Oh, god.

She presses the condom over me and begins to fold it down the length. At this point, I'm leaning forward to touch her confident, still hands with my own. And they're shaking. She looks up and smiles at me, "Tell me you want to do this?"

I can only nod, swallow, and then she climbs on top of me. She doesn't kiss, but lets me watch as she sets her knees on either side of me, I take myself in my hand and she lowers herself on my lap.

Interesting, as we both stare at the action, watching as I disappear in her; hardly any amount before she stops.

"I've never–"

She'd been so confident, I would've thought she'd done this many times. I've guessed she had the personality to have at least lost it already. I don't assume she sells herself or that she's easy, just that maybe... Maybe Gale had gotten that far?

"Me neither," I tell her and she smiles. Then she nods.

I plant my feet firm on the floor, one that I feel the entire movement, the other–just pressure. I put my large hands on her small hips to hold her steady and she sets her own on my shoulders.

And then I thrust upwards into her, feel the barrier inside her body give way, her face scrunches up and she gasps. It's expected, the pain, but that doesn't stop it from hurting her. And all around me I can feel the folds, the tissues, the muscles, the inside of her made to embrace me. I feel her clutch around my length, the tightness of her straining at the thickness, far more then my fingers, and I remember how tight that was.

I lean up and kiss her, press my lips to hers open, massage her tongue with mine. Her hands on my shoulders move to caress the back of my neck and then she moves her hips upwards.

Oh... That's the only thing I can think as she slides back down. God.

She pulls out of the kiss to look at me as she starts a rhythm between us. The pressure of her muscles tightening around me as she lifts and falls is amazing. My body, not use to this practice, is overwhelmed.

It's only a few more movements, up and down, that I release. But I don't stop, slow down, or even acknowledge it as I stare up into her eyes. Instead, I grab her hips quickly, turn her to my right, and lay her down on the couch. I settle myself over her, between her legs and take one up with me so that I can thrust in deeper.

Her gasps, her moans fill my ears, her hands struggle with where to perch. They move over my face, rest against my chest, then wrap around my back.

I bend down all of the way, put my own under her back and pull her up into my arms. Our sweat mixes, panting heavy together, and I feel her legs start to shutter as she gasps my name between thrusts.

I pull away a bit to stare into her eyes, kiss her swollen lips and slam down into her. Her back arches, pressing our bellies together and the movement shifts me inside her. She gasps in surprise.

"Peeta," she breathes. I fold my hand under her lower back to keep the position and thrust more.

Her nails graze down my back as she lifts her own leg higher, so that it's on my shoulder now. She's chanting my name like she did in my kitchen and I know I'm completely hard again.

Sweat pours off my chin and I kiss her neck, thumb her breasts, then take one up in my mouth. Her hand grasps tight in my hair. I bury myself completely in her and the release swells over me again, little shocks inside my leg as I grab her close and pant her name against her collarbone.

I slow, breathe out to calm myself, and rest against her. My hair is soaked with sweat, our bodies stick together in ways I've always wanted them to. I wish, so badly, that I could just melt right into her like butter into warm toast. Maybe I already am.

You'd think, after so many times of jacking off on my own, that I would've mastered that feeling. Her tightness around me. But certainly not. I wish I'd had one of these when I was younger.

I'm grinning, breathing deep, and raise my head as her fingers brush through my soaked hair.

She looks, for the first time ever, completely and utterly relaxed and satisfied.

"Amazing," She says with a wide smile.

I sigh happily and grin like a fool, "We should do it often and frequently."

She nods, "I could get use to it."

I pull up completely now, our stomachs making a sound like peeling a sticker from a desk, and ask: "How was it for you? Did it hurt?"

She thinks for a moment, "Compared to my ear being blown up, having my face punched in by Cato, being stung by tracker jackers, and my leg catching fire?" She says, smiling wider as she goes on, "It was nothing. It went away fast. The pleasure though... Decided to linger."

"I love you," I tell her softly, "I've always loved you, Katniss. I've always wanted you to be happy, to be... Like this."


After that, Katniss and I remained just as close every night the following week. The practice lasting longer each time, mind-blowing, and I could see the effect it has on her. I grin wide as I come to. Katniss.

The boot hitting the floor startles me awake completely and I look up to see her at the foot of the bed... Getting dressed, "Where are you going?"

Startled, she turns around and smiles sheepishly, "Uh, I was just going out."

"Hunting?" I ask softly.

She shakes her head, "Not really. I wanted to go and talk to Gale."

I sit back against the pillows and close my eyes, "Alright, just be careful."

Katniss bounds over to me on the bed and kisses me softly, "You're not upset?"

I raise my brow, "Why would I be upset? You're with me. I'm not going to stop you from seeing your best friend."

"I love you," she says, smiling wide.

"I love you too," I run my palm down her back sensually and pat her, "Go on now, or you're going to miss him."

She leaves the room and I stare up at the ceiling. Today is going to be a good day, I think to myself. And I don't know if I'm being sarcastic or not.


Apparently, I was being sarcastic.

I lock the door to my home, pocket the key and set off for the city to join my family in an unusual, untimely dinner. My large jacket makes me feel smaller then I am and I stuff my cold hands deep into the large pockets.

I just reach the end of the road when Katniss joins me, "Hey," I say happily, "You coming to the dinner?"

She looks at me in concern and asks abruptly: "What would you say if I asked you to run away with me?"

The smile tugs at my lips and I turn to look into her eyes, "Run away?"

"Into the forest, with our families. What would you say?"

"What about Gale?" I ask, confused.

She nods, "Him too, if he wanted to come. Would you?"

"I'd go, of course," I don't even hesitate, "Of course I would go, Katniss. But I don't think that you will."

She starts to get upset so I bend down and kiss her.

"But, should you actually get ready," I tell her as I push her bangs out of her eyes, "I will go with you."

I look back ahead of us when a sound gets my attention and see a crowd gathered in the square of the town, there's a constant sound of pressure, gasps from the people, and a snap just before they do.

Katniss grabs my arm, "What's going on?" She asks.

I take her hand and we run forward but the crowd is in the way. I stand up on a crate and help Katniss up as well. My eyes set on a man in the center of the square, in his hand is a thick whip. Ahead of him is another man, bound by the hands to a large pole, and bleeding.

His back is coated with fresh, dripping blood; looking like a canvas that's been splattered violently with red paint. The muscle is exposed, twisted with chunks of torn flesh that hang from the man's backside. Blood drips in little beads to join a pool below him and as the whip hits, blood sticks with it and slings with the movement.

From his feet, there are long red streaks on the ground that have been made when the bloodied whip has come down. The man himself is unconscious. And I know immediately who it is.

Katniss gasps, "Gale!" and jumps from the crate.

I turn to stop her, "Katniss!"

She takes off into the crowd, but I've grabbed her hand and am right behind her as she shoves through bodies and jumps in the way to take the hit from the whip. Fury fills me as it connects with her cheek and she lets out a soft, shocked gasp, "Stop it, you'll kill him!" She screams.

I move to the man holding the whip, rip the weapon from his arm, and throw it to the ground. He glares down, lifts his arm to hit me when I block it, and slam my elbow into his jaw with all of the force from my legs and waist.

"Peeta!"

Three guards grab at me, but I back away and look at them in the eyes to show that I'm calm enough, and I haven't got plans to do more damage.

If I haven't already done too much.

I turn to grab Katniss up as tears pour down her cheeks and the side where the whip hit is swelling up already.

"Katniss," I whisper and she looks at me.

"Is he okay?"

I smile sadly, "I don't know."

Haymitch steps up to us, his face contorted in anger. Lividly, he grabs Katniss's cheek to look at it, "Oh excellent," he turns to glare up at the new Head Peacekeeper I hit, who now has a reddened cheek as well, "She's got a photo shoot next week."

His eyes widen as he realizes who he's lashed and starts to say something but I cut him off.

"Does anyone have a knife?" I ask.

A woman passes me one and I stand and turn to the Head Peacekeeper, point at him threatening, and then I don't say anything more. Instead, I move to Gale to cut him down.

He's limp completely, unconscious, blood pouring from his wounds. And I feel weary of this entire situation now. Who could beat a man when he has no defense like this?

It all comes back to one person in the end, Snow. It's always snow. And I glare at the white stuff around the square as if it's really him. I'll never look at snow the same way.


Ending Notes:

Thank you all fer reading, please remember to review, all is loved and enjoyed.

~KaKaVegeGurl