One Day

(Warning! Dirty smut time!)

Chapter Eight

By the time they had reached the bedroom, Peeta's lingering patience had vanished as he tugged her hand to turn her into his embrace. Her lips crashed into his as his arms wound around her waist, his hands holding her curved hips to ground him. Her arms fell around his neck as she tilted her head to return his kiss, her lips hungry for his touch. The poison that was her mind ebbed and flowed away as his lips feasted on her neck and collarbone leaving a blaze of fire wherever his lips landed. Fumbling through the doorway to the bedroom, her fingers grazed bare skin as she held on to him in the semi darkness.

The cool breeze of the spring evening did nothing to quell the fire within her. The open window let in the shining illumination of the full moon, stars glimmering behind the majestic orb. His normally golden skin and hair turned a haunting silver as he watched her with hooded eyes. Her warm hands on his bare skin felt like heaven and they had barely begun anything. She must have seen the reaction he had to her, for in that moment she was pulling his shirt up over his head. Her deft fingers ran over the broadened chest before her, drinking in the muscle he had gained from hundred pound bags of flour and two arenas. He trembled under her touch, his pupils blown wide in the darkness as he slid his own hands under her shirt, skimming from her back all the way up as he dragged her shirt off as well.

He had seen her in magnificent dresses, materials of every kind, even the wedding gown that never met a toasting. But he knew he had never seen her more beautiful than when she stood before him. Her luscious breasts were contained within a simple bra and her pants had sunk low on her hips sometime that evening. Running his fingers underneath the bra, his rough fingers teased across hardened nipples. The reaction she gave, a small gasp as she tightened her hold on his biceps, had him stiffening even more. He couldn't imagine the noises she would make with him buried deep inside her, if the simple skimming of her skin elicited a noise like that.

Laying her gently on the bed, Peeta hovered above her as he leaned down to capture her lips with his. Her legs opened as he settled between them, trying his best not to crush her with his weight. Her arms begged different however as she pulled him closer, half lying on top of her as she kissed him over and again.

"I feel…I feel safe with you like this. Like no one would ever be able to take you from me again if I just kept…if I just kept…"

Her breath caught as her mind begged to stay where they were. She didn't want to remember, not then.

"If you kept me where?"

His words whispered roughly into her ear as his lips descended onto her neck. He nibbled and kissed his way further as his hands slid under her bra, sweeping it up and over her head. His eyes widened in pleasure as he darted his tongue to sweep across her nipple, a moan erupting from her throat as he asked again.

"Where would you keep me Katniss?"

He wrapped his lips around her nipple as his fingers came up to play with the other. Her back arched as she slid her fingers into his hair, holding his head in place.

"Ohhhh! Oh Peeta I'd keep you locked in my arms. That way I'd know no one could take you from me. Not again."

Her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms locked around his shoulders. Caged in her arms as he did all the things he had fantasized about as a child. Her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he began to rock his hips into hers. She keened, her bare breasts rubbing against the smooth planes of his chest as she knew there was no way they was a chance of stopping what they started. She had never wanted him more, never dreamt of him fulfilling the heart breaking love she felt for him more than in this very moment.

"Peeta, please…I need, oh I need you…"

She felt like an oncoming storm, needing to unleash the pure need she felt within herself. She felt half mad with the want she had coursing through her. If only she could memorize his body like she had done with all the memories that plagued her. She'd remember every sinew of muscle, every sunshine freckle, every strand of silky blonde hair that slid through her fingers. Using the strength she had in her legs, she flipped them over, both hands coming to rest on the expanse of his chest. Sitting back on her haunches, she was rewarded with the overbearing lust and need Peeta had painted across his face. She felt him, hard and ready, nestled between her legs, encased in the trousers he had worn that day. Sliding down his legs, she undid the button and zipper of his laps. Reaching to grab his pants and boxers, she had a blush covering her face as she issued her instruction.

"Lift your hips."

Tugging everything off, carefully over his prosthetic, and off Katniss felt the blush from her cheeks spread across her entire body. She wasn't ignorant about sexual education, but Peeta would be the first person she allowed to take her body. Make love to her. She couldn't gauge his size against another partner because he was it for her, but still she hadn't expected him to be so big. He was thick and heavy in her hand as she traced her fingers over him. His hand reached down, his much larger hands wrapping around hers as he showed her how to hold and stroke him. It was only a moment before she batted his hand away, using her thumb to glide over the tip and use the pearly liquid as a lubricant as she kept going. He groaned softly as she picked up a pace. In a matter of moments he was warning her of his inability to hold on much longer.

"Let me take care of you for once…"

The murmur that left her lips, the soft words that rung in his ears had him groaning as she kept the same tempo with her hand. Leaning up, her lips collided with his as he felt the warm spray of cum hit his stomach. He panted as they parted, the wash of his orgasm still flooding over him. All he saw was her. All her felt was her. Like a man possessed, he had her flipped onto her back before he had even cleaned himself off. Her pants were wrenched from her hips as he dragged them off of her. His lips descended down her body as he kissed over her breasts and down her stomach. He could smell her desire and his mouth watered as he passed where she needed the most attention. He began to tease the inside of her thighs with nips and kisses, passing over her heated core as he paid equal attention to her other leg. He could feel how erratic her breathing was, her anticipation of feeling everything causing her body to shake.

He had never done this before, and prayed he could bring her as much pleasure as she had brought him. Having her so open to him, he knew her vulnerability was at an all time high. Darting his tongue out, he tasted her for the first time before a moan left both of their mouths at once. She tasted like honey nectar. Sweet and blossoming as her taste settled on his tongue. He kept his attention at the little bundle of nerves he felt as he allowed one, then two fingers to slide into her wet heat. She was positively soaked as he sunk both fingers inside her tightness. Her walls clenched down as her hips began to rock, riding his fingers. A gasp left her lips as her back arched off the bed, feelings she had never experienced coursing through her. She never knew her damaged body could actually feel such pleasure instead of enduring so much pain.

Her hands slid into his hair, holding him in place as he continued his ministrations on her body. She felt the slow burning build inside of herself as he kept going. It was like standing on the precipice of a cliff, knowing she wouldn't fall, but fly. Finally, she let go, her climax coming in rolling waves as her body shook and pulsed around him. She saw him withdraw his fingers as he licked them clean. Shifting upward, he laid on top of her, his head resting against her heart. He listened to the racing gallop of her heart beats as a smile came to his face.

"Did I do that?"

His look was innocent, but she cracked an eye to see the mischievous smirk he had gracing his face. It was then she noticed his prominent erection pressing into her leg, a new kind of need written all over his face.

"Di-Did I do that?"

Popping her hips, she heard him groan softly as he slipped even closer to the heat that radiated from her center… they were in for a long night…

Xoxoxo

Piercedstarling

Part two of their "evening" will be in the next chapter =) reviews are love!