So this is where the mature parts begin, there are only a few chapters left and I think they should all be relatively large, they will be...detailed. So I hope you enjoy these, I have, and as always Reviews = THANK-YOU-NOSITY. I'm sorry to anyone who doesn't like these types of stories but I'm assuming if you're reading this chapter than the first chapter didn't scare you off. I also apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes, I reread the story before posting it but things still escape me...I'm infamous for my grammar.
Chapter 10: Revenge
I haven't been this happy in a long time. I mean really happy, not just feeling good for short periods of time. Peeta has been staying over for almost a month, and I feel like we've been able to move on from past events. At night sometimes he even teases me, he'll place his hands dangerously close to me, pass his fingers over my underwear or in between my thighs. I melt for him, call his name like a prayer, arch and contort my body to his touch, but he places gentle kisses on my neck and wish me good night. Maybe he's getting some revenge, for all the years he's wanted me but I hadn't been available, even more for those times when I led him to believe I was.
Still I don't care, his touch excites me so, and I can feel him, pressed against my back. The feeling is all too reciprocal.
I believe we're living together. There was no official discussion but I told him that it wasn't practical to get clothing from his house every day, and my shorts are out of the question, so I offered him the empty drawers in my dresser and parts of my closet, it was all too much for me anyway. He doesn't really return to his house except to get the flour that he stores in his pantry.
I hunt, he bakes, we eat dinner, and then sleep together. I'm happy with the way things are, we've been opening up to each other, we have deep conversations, or pointless ones, or none at all, it doesn't really matter, his presence has an uplifting effect on me, and I'd like to think it's mutual.
One morning during breakfast I ask him "Peeta…Have you spoken with Haymitch since you fought?"
He doesn't answer. "So…No?"
"I've had some short conversations with him, nothing serious, just some polite exchanges when I bring him bread." He says, not looking way from his plate.
"Oh…ok, I was just curious." He looks up from his plate and says "I know you feel guilty, but it's not your fault that we're like this, it's not like he was one to open up to begin with. I don't plan to cut him out of my life, he's one of the few people still alive that could understand me, us, and we've been through a lot, but I'm not going to allow him to have his way with everything, even if he truly thinks he is correct, I need to do what is best for my life, and happiness."
His words reverberate. When did Peeta become so determined, this confidence he has, is it new or am I just beginning to notice it. His eyes become heavy as he gets up from his chair and he walks towards me.
"Which leads me to you miss Everdeen, I still have a bone to pick with you." He says playfully, no, not really playfully, sensually. A blush spreads across my face. Damn! He's doing it again, but I guess I was right, he was teasing me on purpose. It's not discouraging though, I guess we've really been able to overlook that night, or maybe integrate it, use it to bring us closer. "I still haven't forgiven you for making wear those uncomfortable shorts." He lifts me off my chair and places me on the counter, slipping his right hand between my thighs.
"Oh? As I recall they suited you just fine." He pushes his thumb against me and rubs me through the material of my pants. My knees are already getting weak. I struggle to keep a straight face, and speaking without moaning seems like an impossible task. "What are you taking some sort of revenge on me Mellark?" I place my hands on his shoulders and grip tightly, focusing my mind on that to maintain composure. "Me? No! You don't think I'm that petty do you?" with his left hand he pulls the waist of my pants, and slips his right inside them, his warm hands hover gently over my now wet opening. The innocent face he has painted on, I don't understand how he manages it, I guess he always was a better actor than I was. He massages my clitoris with two fingers, and I can't hold back the moan anymore.
"Mmmmh!" he slows down, allowing me to speak coherently "So I'm wrong?" I say in between staggered breaths.
"Well revenge is such an ugly word, but maybe I am getting a little payback." He increases the intensity again and slips his middle finger into me.
"Ssshi—mmmnh!" I let out as I try to formulate sentences "All this over a pair of uncomfortable shorts?" His index finger joins his middle finger and together they pleasure me to no end.
"Oh no, this payback for the way you make me feel," a slight grin spreads on his face and he places his mouth on my ear, hot breaths travel on my neck intensifying my excitement, "you see…even watching you eat makes me want you, so I figure I'd give you a taste of your own medicine." He suddenly stops, pulls his hands gently out of me, and places his index and middle finger in his mouth. A shiver runs down my spine and at this moment I can't imagine wanting anything more than Peeta's sweating body on top of mine, thrusting aggressively into me.
"Anyway" he says, the lustful expression wiped from his face, replaced by an innocent façade, "I don't want to keep you from your morning hunt. I'd love it if you can find some squirrels for tonight's dinner." Then he smiles playfully.
Damn it! My frame is still shaky with excitement; pangs of pleasure wrack my body and destroy my balance. He's serious about his payback, my body is begging for more, but I refuse to fall victim to his plot. I prop myself off the kitchen island and kiss him passionately, biting down on his bottom lip and making sure that I rub his erection with my body as much as possible. He responds accordingly with a light moan. "Two can play at that game." I say while our lips are still entwined. I feel him smiling as he kisses me back. "Game? Come one don't make me seem so lewd."
That's right, was he always like this, just how much restraint has he shown. I don't mind this side of Peeta though, the one only I know about. My Peeta, the one that will fill my body to the brim with pleasure, I guess it's my turn, "Restraint" I chant inside my head. I pull away from our kiss and tell him "Just be careful, I'm nowhere near as strong as you are", I throw a mock suspicious stare at him, in response he runs his index and middle finger along his lips lightly running his tongue through the tips of them . This excites me even more, "well I guess I should go hunting, I'll try to get some squirrels for tonight." I gather my hunting gear and head out.
Even when I reach the forest small shocks of longing surge through me, I still can't believe he's gone this far. I was scared that he would never be truly close to me again, that he would never touch me after what had happened.
Lewd? Is he really? How come I've never seen this side of him before, all those nights in the tour and before the quell, he never acted like this. I feel myself moistening. I was never like this, before him I never even thought about sex, certainly didn't feel a need for it. Am I the obscene one? I did show up at his house…naked, and as much as he tortures me, I love the excitement. Suddenly I think of Haymitch, Am I good enough for him? My mood is ruined and the excitement gone, so I focus on the task at hand, and hunt for rabbits while trying to wipe the thought from my mind.
I catch four squirrels and two game birds; one of the squirrels was exceptionally large. I'm proud of my spoils; it should be enough to cover for at least tomorrow's meal. I set some snares and make my way home.
I can't wipe the thought from my mind, am I warping him again? Do I make him a worse person?
I arrive home before realizing it, yet I don't enter the house, I don't turn door handle. I turn around and head straight to Haymitch's house. Filthy as usual, but this time the smell of rotten meat plagues his home. I head into the kitchen and see one of the game birds I left for him rotting on the counter. I throw it in the garbage and head for the living room with a pitcher of water. I don't hesitate before pouring it on his limp body. He awakes confused, swinging his knife wildly.
"WHAT THE HELL! Oh, it's you." He wipes the water angrily from his face and says "What do you want."
I ignore his question and begin to lecture him "You let a perfectly good bird go to waste. Just how the hell do you stay alive?"
"I ate the other one you left, but I didn't feel like fussing over the that one…oh and then there is your boy's bread." He grabs the bottle on the floor and tips it, hoping to collect the last of the nonexistent drops of the empty bottle, when he realizes there is nothing left to salvage he drops the bottle on the floor. "Anyway what do you want? You aren't here to check up on me so get to the point."
I take a deep breath before proceeding. "You told me that Peeta could do so much better than me…I don't disagree, but why, am I that bad for him."
A smirk spreads across his face, "trouble in paradise? Or are you just bored?"
"What a waste of my time!" I say turning away from him.
"Come on, you saw what he did to himself. Is that really what you're asking? " I can feel him staring with interest.
"Do you think I make him a worse person? I know he's too good for me, he's probably too good for most people, but am I not good enough for him?"
Haymitch laughs hardily and I can feel the alcohol smell reach me. "The hell do I know. I sure as hell don't get what he sees in you but that's his problem, I was just trying to keep him alive."
"Is that really all?" he shrugs nonchalantly and says "I guess I owed him right?"
"Right," is all I say before I leave.
I head home and turn the doorknob; the smell of bread quickly fills my senses. Peeta peaks his head from the kitchen. "Hey… you took long." He smiles and my worries melt away, but not completely.
"Yeah I caught a lot today." I show him the birds hanging from my belt and lift the bag filled with squirrels. "Guess what's in here."
His face lights up and he signals me to approach him with his index finger, I can see the look in his face, and I know where this is going. I quickly step inside and he tells me "Don't forget to lock the door." I nod as I turn around and quickly turn the lock. As I head towards him his body peaks out more from the kitchen, and that's when I realize he's shirtless, his torso barely covered by the flour stained apron.
When I finally enter the kitchen and set the bag and birds down a burning sensation overtakes my face. "Peeta!" I say surprised, he holds out a smaller apron and says pleadingly "Join me?" His naked figure stands tall before me, covered only by the apron. He wraps his arms around me placing the neck strings of the apron on my neck. He tightens his embrace and I can feel his length pressed against me, the feeling is almost too much to handle.
He begins to remove my hunting jacket and I melt along with it. Slowly he unbuttons my pants and lowers my zipper; while my pants drop he moves his hand towards my shirt and gently unbuttons it from bottom to top. That's when his hands stop, I step out of my pants and kick them away as well as my shirt, he places his hands along my waist and his mouth against my temple. "The rest is up to you beautiful."
"hu—mmnnh." He stops my words as he lands a kiss on my neck, breathing softly and letting his teeth touch my skin gently. I close my eyes and arch my neck back in response. I know what he means but can I do that? Will he really make me? When my desires are too much I slowly and shakily move my hands towards my bra, I unhook the strap and slowly slide it off. His hands travel and he places them gently on my breasts, using his thumbs to titillate my nipples giving me the courage to move my hands towards my underwear and pull them off slowly. When he sees them hit the floor he slides his hands away from my breasts and towards my waist, he grabs the strings of the apron and gently ties them. He turns me around, smiles and says "Ok let's make dinner." This time I can't control myself, "jerk!" I say playfully and slap his chest.
"Jerk? You can't mean that can you." A wide grin is painted on his face, but he is unable to hide the lustful look in his eyes. He places his hands on my lower back and pulls me tightly towards him. His hands travel down my back and settle on my buttocks. He traces the lower parts and places his hands on my inner thighs before pulling them apart. A gasp escapes my throat. He runs an index finger on the outer boundaries of my labia before spreading them open with his other fingers. With his second hand he pets the sensitive areas and gently inserts only the tip of his index, feeling the full extent of my excitement, and then he says, "if I could I would make you mine in the middle of the streets, not caring if anyone saw." He removes his fingers and licks the tip of his index once again.
I'm speechless, I'm aroused, and I want him just as badly at this moment. He begins to untie my apron and says "Soon enough Everdeen, but for making me feel so…excited, I'm removing your apron privileges." He pulls off my apron gently and smiles. "Let's make dinner."