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Warnings: OCC and drug use.
Disclaimer: Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins. This is no longer like Blackpool so, for the last time, it belongs to the BBC :)
Chapter Eight- The plot thickens
Katniss:
Johanna's House, 7:00pm. An hour after Cato and Peeta's shower interation:
"Katniss, I don't know if I'll be able to do that," Madge insists as we sit in Johanna's living room. "It's my job to protect the law and I can't lie to the force."
"Just do it brainless," Johanna mutters, cradling her glass of vodka and coke between her hands.
"It's against all I swore to do when I took the job!" Madge protests, wildly waving her hands in protest.
"I mean jeez Madge, I thought you were my friend," I mutter.
"I'am Katniss! But you pushed him down the stairs!" Madge exclaims.
"He deserved it," I wave off dismissavly.
Madge's mouth hangs open in shock. "What could he possibly have done to deserve being pushed down the stairs?!"
Johanna scoffs and downs some of her drink. "Probably didn't put out," she mutters.
"Exactly," I reply, sinking further into my chair.
OK, I know I shouldn't have pushed him but he needed a nudge in the right direction. He needs to know that I'm the one in charge and that if he doesn't listen to me I will take action. He wasn't that hurt anyway, and the police seem to believe me when I say it was an unknown stranger who did it.
"Katniss, I can't try and convince the police force you didn't do it," Madge insists. "It's just not right!"
"Katniss is right," Johanna says. "He deserved it. He always does."
"He's your husband Katniss!" Madge says. "Nobody deserves to be hurt the way your hurting him just because he's not doing what you want!" She picks up her glass of wine and takes a nervous gulp when I glare at her.
"I can," I simply state.
"And she does," Johanna says. "I'd do the same."
"This can count for a sexual harrassment charge Katniss! It doesn't matter if your married! As long as it's against his will then you can get in deep trouble for it. Not to mention the fact the fact that you pushed him down the stairs because he wouldn't let you . . . what was it?"
"He wouldn't let her punish him for running off," Johanna answers.
"He keeps thinking too damn much about the messed up hormones thing," I grumble.
Madge tilts her head and frowns. "Isn't that just thinking about your own good then?"
"But I don't want him to think about my own good," I reply. "He needs to get that through his head."
"Face it Katniss, you've married someone too good for you," Johanna says. "You should have just stayed fucking Gale in your spare time instead of hitching yourself to someone who's way, way, way too guenine for you."
I consider this. She's obviously right, I mean jesus, I know I married someone way too good for me. Peeta loves me too much, so much that he thinks about what's better for me than about what I want. Don't get me wrong, I love him aswell. With everything I'am, but there's still times when I wish he wasn't so good and would just let go.
"I know I have Johanna but you've never seen him naked," I state, sitting up and grabbing a spare beer off the floor.
"Still working on that one Everdeen," Johanna answers. "Remember we've still got that pact from high school."
"Get real Jo," I snort. "If he makes it so hard just to let me have sex with him then I doubt very much that he'd say yes to a freakin' threesome!"
"Hey! We pinky swore on that one!" Johanna laughs.
"Yeah, when were hammered," I reply.
Johanna groans and throws herself back into her chair, spilling some of her drink onto her shirt. "Remember that trip to the beach we all took when Jen was still just a baby and we all went in just our swim costumes and he was in his trunks? Jesus, you have no idea how lucky you are Katniss."
"I think I do," I answer, closing my eyes momentarily and re-imagining that day. It was wonderful. We barely go to the beach anymore. It's my fault but the casino is my main priority at the moment, getting it back open and such. I wonder if Peeta still has those trunks . . .
"Oh!" Johanna exclaims, bolting forward out of her chair and landing on her knees on the floor. "Remember that thing we used in high school so that our old english teacher . . . what was her name? She owns the trinkets shop down the road now?"
"Effie Trinket?" Madge frowns.
"Yes! Her!" Johanna replies, clicking her fingers. "Remember we bought that book and put together that drug for a laugh to make Effie end up fucking that guy who's now your GP?"
"Haymitch?" I frown. "Oh yeah! I remember that! That drug made them both so horny they couldn't keep their hands off each other! That was hilarious!"
"Well, guess who still has the book?" Johanna asks.
"No way!"
"Way!"
Johanna leaps out into the kitchen and a loud of clattering and smashing is heard in the room. Madge looks unnerved while I perch on the edge of the chair in excitment. Johanna comes bounding back into the room with the hardback book in her hands.
"Weren't you supposed to return that back to the library?" Madge frowns.
"Yeah, and I was also supposed to give Finnick his lucky trident key chain back but that never happened," Johanna snorts as she flicks through the pages in the book.
"Wasn't that trident his grandmother's?" Madge asks.
"And?" Johanna frowns. "It was prue gold!"
"Is that how you could afford that cruise holiday that year?" I grin, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, but you can't tell Odair that," Johanna replies. She flicks through the book some more before pulling a crumpled piece of paper out. "Here it is! Perfect for people who won't put out!"
I get up and snatch the paper from her. "These ingredients are pretty basic for a horny drug," I say.
"That's what makes it so good!" Johanna grins, snatching the paper back. "Doesn't matter though, I think I have a spare batch somewhere." She runs back into the kitchen and comes back with a small vial of blue liquid. "Ta-da! I always keep it incase I hook up with a hot guy with a tight chasity belt. Katniss, text Peeta."
"What?" I frown.
"Text him. Tell me where you are and that you can't drive home because your so sloshed."
"Why?"
"Then I can invite him in for a drink and we can put this in," Johanna waves the vial infront of my eyes.
"No Jo!" Madge exclaims. "He's just out of hospital and Katniss just got out of the police station. It took a lot to get you out you know!"
"He's just a bit bruised," I say, my eyes staying on the vial. It's been so long since I've seen Peeta hungry with want for me, pupils blown in arousal and cheeks flushed in need and want.
Johanna sticks her hand into my skirt pocket and pulls my phone out. "Go on Katniss, you know you want to."
"No Katniss, think it through!" Madge protests. "That's sexual harrassment in itself! Drugging him and then taking advantage of it!"
Ignoring her, I reach out and take my phone off Johanna and text him.
Peeta, I'm at Johanna's and I'm soooo drunk! Need you 2 pick me up! :D
Your loving wife Katniss ^_^
"He probably won't be suprised," Johanna grins. "All you do here is get drunk anyway!"
"This is wrong," Madge mumbles.
"Just shut up and hand me the bottle of wine," Johanna says. Once the glass is poured she taps the whole vial of the blue drug into the glass. My phone then buzzes and I immediately open up the message.
OK Kat, I'm on my way.
Peeta xx
Johanna's grin widens. "And now we wait."
~xXx~
When there's a knock at the door, I'm the first one there. I fumble drunkly with the keys in the lock and throw it open. Peeta stands in the doorway, lit up only by Johanna's porchlight. His hair is a darker shade of blonde and is soaking wet and sticking to his head.
"Is it raining?" I frown, going on my tiptoes and looking over his shoulder into the darkness beyond.
"Nah, I was just out of the shower when I got your message," Peeta answers.
My body immediately starts to react to the idea of him just out of the shower. Dripping wet, towel slung low round his hips . . . fuck.
"Come in a moment, I need to collect my stuff and it's fucking cold with the door open," I say, heading back into the living. Peeta follows, closing the door softly behind him.
As soon as we're both in the living room, Johanna plays up the 'drunk out of our skulls,' act.
"Heya Peet!" She laughs, slinging her arm round his neck and downing more vodka.
"Always good to see you Jo," Peeta chuckles.
"OMG your name sounds like Pita Bread!" Johanna slurrs. She's brilliant at this. I guess she's been so drunk so many times that she now knows how to act it when she's only had two vodka and cokes and a can of beer. "Has it always sounded like that?"
"Ever seen my mother named me it, yeah, it has," Peeta answers with a smile.
Madge sits uncomfortably on the sofa, fiddling with her fingers. We gave her the job of offering the drink so that she'd be part of it and can't report us for drugging him. I glare at her and she bolts out of her seat out of fear and grabs the glass off the fireplace. "Hey Peeta, you want a drink?" she squeaks. Johanna throws her a look and I sigh.
"I dunno Madge," Peeta replies, rubbing the back of his neck, a twitchy habit he's had for years now that he does when he's nervous.
"Go on pita bread," Johanna says, snatching the glass off Madge and throwing her a glare. "Just one?"
In the end, I think the only reason Peeta takes the drink is because Johanna is already practically pouring it down his throat on her own. All three of us keep our eyes locked on him as he drinks the whole thing. Jeez, all at once? What's been going on with him?
Almost immediately, the drug works. His eyes blow up so big I can't see the blue anymore at all. Deciding to ask before I push my luck, I ask:
"Who do you want Peeta?"
He tilts his head, his wet hair falling into his eyes. He answers is short but is all I need:
"You."
~xXx~
Peeta:
Next morning, Johanna's house:
Fuck my head hurts. I can't see a thing. Well, I can see a thing but it's all blurry. I think it's a ceiling. Am I lying on the floor?
"Morning baby," Katniss whispers.
I blink rapidly to straighten out my vision and realize that I'am indeed staring at a ceiling, but it's not my bedroom ceiling. It's Johanna Mason's living room ceiling."Morning," I reply, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. Yes, I'm in the middle of Johanna's living room. Johanna herself is passed out face first to my left while Katniss is kneeling at my right. "What happened?"
"Things got pretty crazy last night," Katniss shrugs. "You got pretty drunk with us."
"Katniss, I never drink more than one glass," I frown.
"Yes, and your a lightweight."
"Jesus Christ Katniss at least tell him the truth!" Madge snaps, coming into the living room from the kitchen. She crouches infront of me and holds out a glass of water and some painkillers. "How are you feeling Peeta?"
"Alright," I frown. "Just a headache . . . What truth?"
Madge turns to Katniss. "Go on, tell him."
"Tell me what?"
"Shut up Madge!" Katniss hisses.
"Tell me what Katniss?"
Johanna stirs beside me and mutters, "Drugged you, had threesome, good fun."
"WHAT?!"
"Johanna!" Katniss snaps. "Don't listen to her Peeta, she's drunk!"
"It's the truth!" Madge insists.
"Madge!"
"You drugged me!?" I exclaim.
Katniss rolls her eyes and sighs. "Yes."
"What? Why would you even . . . what!?" I can't believe this. She dugged me!
"You've got a chasity belt so tight I was beginning to die of need!" Katniss says. "I only wanted to have a night of fun!"
"You have a night of fun nearly every night!" I reply. "And hold on, a threesome?!"
"My idea," Johanna mumbles into the carpet. "Your as good as Kat says you are."
I'm speechless now. I can form no words. I can't even look at Katniss nor Johanna right now. I don't know what to think of Madge. I don't know her part in this whole thing and I'm not sure I want to know. I can't help but feel dirty and . . . violated. I need to get out of here.
"Katniss, I'm leaving, I can't even . . ." I trail off, getting off the ground and only then realizing my shirt's missing.
"What do you mean leaving?!" Katniss frowns as I grab the shirt off the ground and throw it back over my head. "Are you leaving me?!"
"Of course not," I answer, rolling my eyes and grabbing my shoes off the floor. "I couldn't ever leave you but . . . I just need time on my own, OK?"
"Fine," Katniss grumbles, folding her arms.
"I'm really angry Katniss," I state as I head to the front door with her in close tow. "I knew you were desperate but I didn't know you were that desperate!"
"I'm sorry OK?" Katniss sighs.
"Just give me some space to think alright?" I simply reply before leaving out the door and down the road.
I can't think straight. What should I think of this? She drugged me! Katniss drugged me just so that her and Johanna could have freakin' sex with me! I didn't even know Johanna was into me in that way. Then again, Johanna's into any man with a pair of legs and some muscle. I should hate Katniss after doing this, I know I'm angry, but I can't bring myself to hate her. Hate's a strong word and I can't ever bring myself to feel hate for Katniss. Even after she wanted to have a go at bondage and tied the knots so tight that I'd spent three hours in our room, not being able to move, or when she knew she'd ran out of birth control pills but didn't tell me and got pregnant at sixteen, and now when she dugged me into having a threesome with her best friend!
I stop by the pier and pull my sneakers on.
Is it because what happened with Cato in the lesiure center shower room? Is it because I feel guilty? I want to say I regret what happened but . . . I don't. Cato makes me feel things Katniss never did. And . . . I kinda like it.
What is happening me?
Once my sneakers are on again, I head off back down the pier. My mind is in pieces, I can't think properly. I love Katniss, I married Katniss, I swore loyalty to Katniss but . . . Cato . . . he's so gentle and caring and . . . I think I'm falling for him too. Can that work? Can you really love two people at once? Does that even make sense?
To make matters worse, I see Cato leaning against the pier railing further ahead. I try and pass him as quietly as I can but he notices me walking past. Does he have eyes on the back of his head or something?
"Peeta?" he asks as walk down the pier, trying to ignore him. "What's wrong?" I continue to ignore him and try to pick up the pace but he manages to catch up with me. He catches my wrist and pulls me back, so I'm forced to turn round and face him. "What's happened?"
"Nothing's happened," I lie, looking at the ground, trying to resist the urge to look at him.
"Something's happened," Cato says. "You look riled up." Anyone could see me here with him in open daylight . . . news travels fast in Panem Pier and I don't want rumours flying around about me being seen with a handsome civil servant. Sensing my reluctance to talk, Cato leads me down the road and into his apartment building. As soon as we're in his room, he closes his curtains and turns back round to me.
"OK, talk," he says.
I swallow hard and look up at the ceiling. "Nothing," I answer.
"Then why do you seem so worked up?"
"I don't know, maybe your seeing things," I shrug, folding my arms.
Cato sighs and steers me by my shoulders to sit on his bed. He kneels behind me and begins rubbing them. My eyes involuntarily roll up behind my head at the feeling. "Something's obviously gotten you so tense," he says.
"It's nothing," I manage to say.
"If it's nothing then tell me," Cato replies, his hands never stopping their ministrations. God it feels so good. Before I can stop myself, a moan escapes my mouth. My hands immediately slap over my mouth in shame. God I'm such an idiot. Cato chuckles and takes my hands and moves them away. "It's alright," he says. "No need to be ashamed."
"I'm such an idiot," I whisper.
"No your not," he replies.
I lean back against him and close my eyes. "What am I doing Cato?" I ask him. He wraps his arms around my waist and brings me closer to him.
"Your doing something for yourself for once," he whispers in my ear. His voice sends a chill down my spine and I shiver. "Which I believe is way overdue."
"I didn't even get to return the favour to you yesterday," I say, leaning my head back against his shoulder. Cato laughs and kisses the side of my throat.
"You don't need to," He says.
"But I want to," I insist, turning round in his arms to face him. "You made me feel so good Cato and I turned into a little, tired weakling and didn't get to make you feel the same."
"You do, just by being here, with me, instead of with her," Cato replies, pulling me back against him so my head is resting on his shoulder again. I want to make him feel the way he made me feel yesterday but I've never done this before. Katniss has taken lead all my life and I've never been able to do this before. Still, it's worth a shot, right?
I kiss his neck, slithering my hands up his chest to push his coat off his shoulders. "Peeta," he whispers. "You don't need to do this." Ignoring him, I run one hand up the back of his neck and into his hair while the other reaches down underneath his trousers. Cato's breathing hitches and I can't help the smile forming on my face. I lightly grip his already evident arousal and run my hand up it.
"I want to make you feel good, like you made me feel," I say to him. His breathing is now rapid and deep and I can't help understanding why Katniss loves this. It gives you a power. Shows you how much your touch makes the other person feel and it makes you feel wonderful.
It doesn't take me long to get him close and I know when he is because his body begins to tense and his breathing speeds up even more. "Peeta, you need to stop, I'm gonna cum," Cato pants.
"Are these good trousers?" I inquire.
"No," he replies.
"Then cum," I whisper.
As if my words have an effect on him, he groans and releases. My hand gets covered and so does the front of his trousers. The first thing he does once this happens though is laugh. This immediately makes me panic, did I do something wrong? So wrong he's actually laughing at me?
I rip my hand out of his trousers in a panic but Cato suddenly lies back onto the bed, pulling me down ontop of him. "What are you doing to me?" He whispers, pecking me on the lips. Curious, I bring my hand up to my mouth and tentavily lick some of his cum off. It's not bad tasting actually, but the taste is hard to place. When he sees this, Cato groans and kisses me again. "Your going to be the death of me," he chuckles.
I smile and bury my face into his shoulder. "I hope not," I reply. "Because then I'd be stuck here without you."
"I'm not going anywhere," Cato says, running his hands up and down my back lightly.
"Promise?"
"I promise.
A/N: Ta-da! Hope you liked it. More and more Peeta/Cato. And maybe a whole chapter of it next ;)
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