A/N: I SUCK. Sorry guys! But, on the upside my step brother has moved in with us and he just bought a new laptop! it doesn't have word yet -_- but, everyone say thanks to Louis! As in Loo-ee not Loo-iss! He's pretty awesome even though he's making me show him my fanfiction in return for the use of his fancy new windows 8 laptop!
The next morning I wake up at half six and shower because I'm going to one of the Mellark bakeries. As I walk out of the bathroom, Peeta is walking out of his bedroom. He's wearing dark jeans with a white t-shirt saying 'Mellark's' on the breast. His hair is distinctly bed hair and he is half heartedly patting it down.
"Ready to go?" I ask and Peeta looks at me, his blue eyes burn into my own grey eyes. He studies my face for a minute and I start to feel uncomfortable but, then he smiles.
"Sure." He says and walks down the hallway, I toos my towel into my room and follow him. "Sorry for losing my temper last night." Peeta apologises as he bends to hook his red converse onto his feet.
"Nice shirt." I say and he straightens up. The back of his t-shirt has the words. 'If you like my arse, wait til you see my blue eyes and chiselled jaw.'
"Mhmm, present from Finnick." He shrugs one shoulder as we walk out into the sun.
"The weather here is crazy." I mutter and Peeta unlocks his blue car.
"Yup, you get used to it." Peeta says and settles in the car, as soon as I'm in and closed the door he drives out of the garage. "You don't have to stay in the bakery with me all day, you can go shopping or something." Peeta says as he indicates to turn right.
"It's cool, I was hoping to learn how to bake something." I say hopefully and Peeta changes gear.
"I'll mostly be in the office today, Jacob can show you how." I nod and Peeta changes gear again easily. "Jacob is Mr Thomson's half brother." Peeta informs me and I gesture for him to continue. "Same dad who walked out on them both, Jacob got into trouble in England so Sir offered to bring him out here. He always gets into trouble though, he won't say a bad thing about anyone so he won't admit he didn't do whatever he has been caught for so gets done for it. He spent a few months in juvie a couple of years ago, he was lucky he was five months from his eighteenth otherwise he'd have spent two years in proper prison." Peeta pulls into a park spot next to a battered brown truck and cuts the engine.
"So he's nineteen now?" I ask as we climb out of the car.
"Turned twenty last month." Peeta nods to someone and I turn to look at the guy, he has blonde-brown hair with a jaw that is chiselled but not as much as Peeta's. "Smoking will kill you." Peeta tells him as he raises the cigarette to his lips with a smirk. "This is Katniss, teach her to bake something." Peeta's voice is clipped and he climbs the wooden back steps into the bakery as I reach Jacob.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jacob." His british accent makes me smirk because he just sounds too british to actually be british.
"Katniss, can I?" I say and gesture for the cigarette. He raises his eyebrows but passes it to me and I take a deep drag. "Jesus." I mutter and Jacob grins. His eyes are deep brown, so brown they look like they hold a million secrets.
"Does Peet know?" Jacob asks as I take another drag before passing it back to him and he takes a drag.
"No, I don't smoke a lot, just occassionally." Jacob nods and drops the cigarrette into a metal bin before gesturing at the stairs.
"Ladies first." He says and it sounds natural, like he doesn't have to think about being polite, it just happens. "What do you want to make?" He asks as we step into the kitchen. It's small-ish but well packed with anything and everything, a small hatch in the wall allows us to see out into the customer area.
"I have no idea." I say and Jacob shrugs.
"Bread? Cake? You choose, it doesn't affect me." Jacob says easily and I cock my head.
"What does affect you?" I ask suddenly and he doesn't flinch in the slightest like I would have.
"Nosey american girls." He replies and then grins at my shocked face. "I'm joking. I don't know, liars I guess and stupid things." He passes me an apron and I remove my jacket before putting the apron on, Jacobs takes my jacket and hooks it on a wall.
"What stupid things?" I ask, curious about this guy. He slides a menu to me that I scan quickly.
"Like when girls wear high heels and then complain their feet hurt. I don't get it." Jacob says with a confused expression and I look down at my pink converse. "See, they are normal footwear. Why would you wear seven inch heels just to be taller than a guy?" He asks me and I shrug.
"I hear heels make legs look sexy." I say and Jacob gives me an exasperated look.
"Shoes don't make people sexy, the brain does." He says and I stare at him. "The idea that shoes make legs look sexy, makes the girl feel more sexy but all heels do are tense the calf muscles." Jacob explains and I gaze at him. "Sorry." He mutters and I shake my head.
"Don't apologise, it's cool." I say and he shrugs.
"I shouldn't be complaining to an owner of the place I work at." Jacob says and I respond quickly.
"I'm not a Mellark." Jacob's eye track Peeta as he walks through the kitchen. "Everdeen." I say stiffly and Jacob looks back at me.
"Everdeen?" He questions, well aware of Peeta counting bags of sugar.
"Katniss Everdeen. I'm an Everdeen." I elaborate and Jacobs smiles.
"It suits you. Jacob Chase." He says and I stifle a laugh. "Yeah I know, I'm british living in america with the surname of the most american name in the world." I laugh slightly and Peeta walks past.
"What are you going to teach her to bake then?" Peeta asks and Jacob shrugs. "Make some cookies, I want some cookies."
"Yes, chef." Jacob responds and Peeta rolls his eyes before ascending a flight of stairs, looking at his clipboard. "So, cookies it is?" Jacob asks and I confirm.
We make the batch of white chocolate cookies easily and put them in the oven.
"Coffee?" Jacob asks, holding up a mug and I nod, making patterns in the flour on the work surface in front of me. "Bored?" He asks as he passes a mug to me, Jacob takes a seat opposite me, sipping his own coffee.
"I'm not good at sitting still." I say and Jacob nods. "Tell me about you."
"What do you want to know?" He asks and I throw my hands into the air. "Okay, let's play truth then." He says and I frown at him. "We ask each other questions and have to answer truthfully." Jacob sips his coffee.
"Okay, when did you move to America?"
"Six years ago when I was fourteen. What's your favourite colour?"
"Green. Why did you move?"
"I was walking down a street and admired some spray art on a wall and police picked me up saying I did it. Why do you want to know about me?"
"You confuse me. Why do your eyes look like they hold a million secrets?"
"Because they do. Are you dating Peeta?"
"No." I say firmly. "Why do you want to know?"
"I'm confused about why you're here. Why are you here?" He asks.
"Mr Mellark fostered me and my sister. Don't you want me here?"
"Actually you're lovely company. Do you know you have flour in your hair?" He asks and I shrug.
"Never mind. Do you live with Mr Thomson?"
"No, I live upstairs. You've kissed Peeta right?"
"Yes. Have you?"
"In a drunken fumble, yes. I'm joking. You've slept with him?"
"Yes. Are you a virgin?"
"I'm twenty, so no. Was Peeta you're first?"
"Yes. Who was yours?"
"A girl called Samantha. Why do you constantly scowl?"
"Scowling is fun. Why are you so chilled out?"
"Emotions are over rated. How can I stop you scowling?"
"Fuck me. When will the cookies be done?"
"Soon. Do you want me to fuck you?"
"I haven't decided yet. Do you want to?"
"If it stops you scowling. You're eighteen right?"
"Yes. How big are you?"
"I don't measure. Are you a sex addict?"
"Most probably. Why don't you measure?"
"It doesn't affect me. Why do you want to know?"
"It affects me. Will you measure?"
"Maybe. Do you want me to?"
"Yes. Will you?"
"Yes. Do you know how crazy this is right now?"
"Yes. Are you hard?"
"Nope. Do you want me to be?"
"Yes. Can I make you hard?"
"No doubt. Can you pass me the oven mits?"
"Yes." I pass them to Jacob and he slips his hands into them and gets the cookies out of the oven and places them on the counter. "Did you know Peeta's going to be a father?"
"No. I'm assuming not with you so, do you want to talk about it?"
"No. Do you want children?"
"I haven't thought about it. Do you?"
"No. Can we sneak upstairs to your room?"
"We could. Why are you rushing this?"
"I'm not patient. Why aren't you rushing this?"
"I'm patient. Cookie?" Jacob picks up a cookie and splits it in half, passing half to me. We eat it silently then Peeta trots back down the stairs.
"Are you two getting on?" He asks and takes a seat beside Jacob, taking his own cookie.
"Relatively." I answer and Peeta nods.
"I'm going for a smoke." Jacob mutters and stands up, I stand up too.
"Me too." I say and Peeta stares at me before looking away. I follow Jacob down the stairs and he lights a cigarrette then puts the lighter and pack away.
"Am I going to be your rebound from Peeta?" Jacob asks and takes a long drag on the cigarette and passes it to me.
"Do you want to be?" I ask and pass the cigarrette to Jacob.
"Yes." He says and his eyes hypnotise me.
"Then yeah." Jacob nods and leans towards me tentatively. His lips touch mine very briefly before he pulls away and takes another smoke.
"Let's not rush things." He says quietly and I nod at him because his face is just so calm all the time but now it is slightly blushed. Jacob stubs out his cigarette and then waits for me to climb the stairs back into the bakery.
Peeta is looking out the window of the kitchen, the window that over looks where Jacob and I were just stood. The window is open slightly and I pretend not to notice as Peeta turns to look at Jacob thoughtfully. Jacob starts to wash up and I pick up a tea towel to dry up.
"You don't have to do that." Jacob tells me as I stand beside him, I bump my hip against his.
"I want to." I say and he smiles a little before passing me a mixing bowl to dry.
"Jake, can I speak to you in my office for a few minutes please." Peeta speaks up and Jacob nods at him and wipes his hands on the front of the apron before walking away.
It's almost half an hour before Jacob comes back downstairs. I look up from my coffee and watch him sit beside me, facing in the opposite direction with his back leaning against the counter and his elbows on the counter.
"What was that about?" I ask and Jacob pulls a face.
"A few things." He says vaguely and I narrow my eyes. "He started talking about a bread machine but, ultimately he was telling me if I hurt you then he would beat me up."
"Seriously?" I ask, turning to face him properly.
"Yup. I think he's in love with you." Jacob mutters and I let my eyes scan Jacob's profile as he looks out the window.
"Well he shouldn't have fucked someone else then, shoud he." I say and Jacob turns his head to me and we look at each other for a little while before I lean forward and kiss him gently. His lips are soft and calm as they move against mine slowly, his raises a hand and cups my cheek as my hand rests on his chest. It's not the same as kissing Peeta. No where near but, it's nice.
"Get your jacket, Kat." Peeta calls from upstairs and then bangs down the stairs. I part from Jacob and he stands up and unknots my apron for me and slips it off my head. I smile up at him and tug my jacket on as Peeta enters the room. "Are you coming next month?" Peeta asks and Jacob reluctantly turns towards him.
"Yeah, I guess so." Jacob seems indifferent about it so I ask what's happening.
"The Mellark Dance. We raise money for charities by hosting the dance, doing bids for things, that kind of thing." Peeta explains and I nod.
"Do you want to go?" Jacob asks me and I smile slightly.
"She has to go." Peeta snaps and I glare at him.
"I'd love to be your date, Jacob." I say, Jacob grins and Peeta looks away before he leaves the bakery.
"Come see me?" Jacob asks as he steps towards me and I nod, he kisses my cheek and then I trot down the stairs after Peeta.
"I think it's a girl!" Delly gushes and I continue to chomp down my cold, crunchy fries.
"No way! Gotta be a boy!" Sam argues and Delly smacks his shoulder playfully. Finnick is beside me at the cafeteria table and he leans towards me.
"You okay?" He asks and I nod. "You don't seem okay, with this." He gestures to everyone at the table who is placing bets on Peeta's confirmed child. Millie's pregnant and is adamant that its Peeta's baby.
"Does Millie have siblings?" I ask and everyone looks at me, I ignore those bright blue eyes and turn to Delly.
"A little brother." She informs me and I nod.
"It's most likely a boy. Peeta is the youngest of three boys, Millie has a younger brother, the highest liklihood is that the baby's a boy." I say and Sam punches the air.
"How do you know that?" Peeta asks me and I try to think of a way not to answer him but I can't.
"Katniss actually listens in biology while you two just stare at the fish in the tank!" Finnick covers me and I go back to my lunch.
"Hey Peetie, I missed you!" I look up to see Millie sitting down and kissing Peeta's cheek.
"I missed both of you so I missed you more!" Peeta exclaims and everyone squeels with delight when he rubs her belly. My heart drops, I'm pretty sure my heart just fell into my stomach, not even joking.
"Hey Finn!" Finnick nods towards Millie before he holds out his hand for me under the table I clutch and grip with all my strength. "Are you going to the ball tonight?" She asks and Finnick nods again. "Taking Katniss?" She asks and I look up at her. "You two are just adorable together!"
"I'm going with Jacob." I say quickly and she seems disgusted.
"The british delinquent who works in Peeta's bakery?!" She is horrified and I tighten my grip on Finnick's hand.
"The british one, yes." I say, trying not to spit my words into her face.
"But, you could do so much better! You're skimming the top of the ocean, you gotta dive right in to get what you want." Millie tells me and I can't help looking towards Peeta.
"Some people are better at that than others." I say calmly and she stares at me, Peeta stares into his tray and the others at the table cough awkwardly or carry on eating.
"What are you going to wear? Formal doesn't mean jeans and a hoodie by the way." Millie spits at me. "Peeta bought my dress didn't you sweetie?"
"Oh really well, Jacob bought mine and I didn't even have to get pregnant for him to do it." Apparently Millie didn't hear because she's turned to a table of jocks giggling and waving at them.
"Back the hell off, Katniss!" Peeta snaps at me and I glare at him.
"I wouldn't have to if she wasn't sitting at our table with our friends!" I hiss and Peeta shakes his head.
"These aren't even your friends! These are my friends who put up with snarky bitches like you because you can't make any other friends!" Peeta growls at me and everyone on the table shouts at him. He seems to flash back to reality just as I clamber from the table and walk away.
I walk straight to my locker and stuff my school bag inside as I pull my pe kit out. The bell rings indicating the end of lunch and I briskly walk to the changing rooms and change in the corner.
"Katniss," I turn to Delly as she walks towards me with her arms outstretched. "You are our friend! I promise!" She says as she pulls me into a hug. "You know how Peeta gets when he's stressed." She mutters and I stifle a laugh. Yes, Peeta gets horny when he is stressed so right now he is probably banging his pregnant girlfriend in the toilets. Delly pulls away and I stare at her.
"I said that out loud?" She nods and then we burst out laughing. "I'll see you later okay? I just want to run today." Delly says goodbye as I leave out the back door of the changing rooms.
"Just the girl." Finnick pushes himself off the wall and wraps an arm round my shoulders. "You alright?"
"Great. Wanna sneak off and have some really good sex?" I ask and Finnick laughs.
"Don't get all jokey to hide your emotions, Kat." He says and I wrap an arm round his waist.
"Okay, I see Peeta and I see him with kids and a wedding ring and a big fluffy dog in a big family home laughing with his wife."
"What do you see when you see yourself then?" He asks as we walk over to the track.
"I see me." I say and break into a jog, Finnick jogs beside me. "Just me. No husband, no kids, no dog, no family home." I say and Finnick jogs silently for a moment.
"Wanna know what I see when I see you?" I shrug my shoulders. "I see Peeta. And when I see Peeta I see you."
"You should go see someone about your eyes." I mutter and we both laugh. "Thanks Finn."
"No problem." Slack doesn't show up so we end up running for a bit as everyone else sun bathes. "God, tonight is going to be thoroughly interesting." Finnick mutters as we slow down to a slow jog.
"I'm sure it will be. All I know is I'm getting at least one dance with you Odair." I say and he suddenly wraps me into a hug, I lock my arms around his neck and he laughs into me neck.
"I want you to meet Annie." He says quietly as we lay down on the asphalt, my head on his chest.
"I'd love to, Finnick." I reach out and link my fingers with his and rest our hands on his stomach. "I wish we hadn't had sex." I admit and he nods. "Now I feel like every move will be seen as sexual."
"Well it isn't." Finnick laughs and that's that.
"Put the claws away, Katniss." I look up at Jacob and smile. He's wearing a simple black suit with a black bow tie and he looks utterly gorgeous. "You look beautiful." He says, looking down at my dark green dress that hugs my curves.
"You don't look too bad yourself." I mutter and he grins at me. "I thought Peeta had balls but he is just following Millie around like a lapdog."
"Maybe she cut his balls off after he got her up the duff." Jacob whispers and I laugh.
"No, he definately had balls after that." I mutter and Jacob pulls a face.
"I don't wanna know about Peeta's balls or any part of his anatomy, thank you. You forget he's my boss." Jacob and I wander into the dining room where everyone is discussing life and donation. "Let's go outside." He says and I look up at him as he leads us through the doors and onto the green lawn. "Care to dance?"
"Outside?" I say and he nods, I take his hand and press myself against him. We don't move much but we move enough for it to be classed as dancing. "Do you want to see my room?" I ask awkwardly and Jacob kisses the top of my head.
"No." I sigh deeply, embarrassed. "But, I'd love to get rid of the hard on I've had since I saw you in this dress." We grin together as we sneak back into the house and upstairs as I fumble with lock for my door, Jacob holds my hips and presses himself against my arse and kisses the back of my neck.
Finally I get the door open and we tumble in, Jacob quickly unzips my dress and pushes it down my body gently, his hands brushing over every part of me. I tug his bow tie off and push his suit jacket down his arms until it falls to the floor. Jacob walks me backwards and lays me down on the bed before hovering over the top of me. I undo the buttons on his shirt as he kisses along my shoulders. He stands up and pulls his shirt off before undoing the buckle on his belt.
"I'm on the pill." I moan as he kisses around my stomach.
"Good." He murmurs and I grasp at his hair and he pulls my panties off with his teeth. "You are so wet." He murmurs and then I cry out as his lips press between me.
"Oh god!" I cry as his tongue probes at my clit. I knot my fingers in his hair as I feel myself teetering on the edge. He nips at my clit and I fall into my orgasm so quickly I can barely catch my breath. When my eyes open again, Jacob is wearing only his boxers and is running his hands from my high heels up to the apex of my legs. "Please." I whisper and reach out to pull his boxers down. "Oh jesus christ Jacob get inside me." I moan and Jacob does just that, he slips his head into me and I hook my arms under his arms and over his shoulders. He moves in inch by inch and when he's up to the hilt he stops to let me adjust. Jacob pulls back and then in again and my eyes roll at this missing pleasure for over month. I ignore the feeling of my body screaming at me that this is not Peeta Mellark so what the fuck is going on. Jacob stops moving inside me and he lifts himself up and presses his forehead onto mine.
"This doesn't feel right for you does it." He say quietly and I can't help but shake my head. "Am I doing something wrong?" He asks embarrassed as he pulls out of me and stands up to get dressed again.
"No. Jacob, it was really amazing." I say and slip back into my dress.
"So its Peeta. Is he bigger than me or something? Which is pretty upsetting because I'm older than him but ..." Jacob trails off and I move towards him to help him with his bow tie.
"I wasn't comparing the two of you." I lied. "But if I was, I'd have to say you're bigger." I lie again. "I just feel like when I'm with Peeta I'm safe, when he's inside me it feels like home." I admit and sigh.
"So why aren't you shagging him right now?" Jacob asks as he sorts out his hair and I sort out mine.
"Is it weird if I say that whenever I see his hand I see a ring on it, a wedding ring on his ring finger. Marriage isn't my thing. Kids aren't my thing. So now Peeta is going to be a father, what am I supposed to do? I can't be a mother."
"No one's telling you to be a mother, Katniss. Just think about how Peeta feels. He is in love with you and makes a mistake that means he has now lost you but he is such a good guy that he's going to be in a shitty relationship just so that kid has a half decent family. Peeta's mother abused him, his Father didn't stop it, Rye bullied him and Evan is emotionally messed up. I just think Peeta is trying to make everyone happy while he doesn't even consider himself." Jacob takes a deep breath and I stare at him. "Peeta's your escape right?" I nod. "You were his?" I nod again. "I think the guy needs an escape now more than ever."
"Have you always been so... Intellectual?" I ask mockingly as we walk towards the open door.
"Yes, as a kid I looked like a grown man with the faces I pulled and conversations I ha... Peeta!" I stop short when I see Peeta sat outside my bedroom door. His back is against the wall, his legs crossed.
"Hey." He says and I swallow.
"Well, I'm going to go and you two need to sort this out." Jacob smiles and kisses the side of my hide before striding down the corridor. I look down at Peeta and he pushes himself to standing.
"Katniss..." Peeta says but my mouth is on his already, a huge sigh is released from both of us as our lips move together. "Kat..." He murmurs but I just tug on his tuxedo jacket to pull him into my room. He kicks the door shut and locks it as my hair weaves through his golden hair.
"I love you," I sigh out and Peeta moans a little. "So much. I'm sorry. I love you." I say quickly and Peeta holds my face and looks into my eyes.
"The baby isn't mine." He whispers and I stare at him. "I walked in on Millie talking to her friends about a guy. I used protection Katniss, he didn't. It's not mine." He whispers and we smile together and kiss again.
"How long were you outside my room?" I ask suddenly and Peeta blushes.
"Pretty much the whole time, sorry." I shake my head at him before tugging his jacket off his shoulders. "Do you feel weird doing this again?" He asks and I freeze to look at him.
"Do you?" I ask and Peeta bites his lip.
"I think I'd be okay to make love to you on the dining table right now I've missed you so damn much!" Peeta laughs and we strip ourselves, unbothered by foreplay just needing to be as one again.
"I've been watching the video you sent me of you jacking off in school." I whisper as I crawl under the sheets and Peeta lays on top of me.
"Really?" He asks as he kisses my neck and I nod. Peeta's erection is pressing against my opening and he cautiously pushes in an inch. My head rolls to one side in pleasure and Peeta sighs in relief before pushes himself in until he can't go any further. I run my hands down his back, my nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood each time his thuds into me again. We're moaning together happily, Peeta's body rubbing along my bare chest as he pushes upwards into me.
"I love you." I whisper again.
"I love you." Peeta says back and then I force my eyes to stay open as my legs spasm to watch Peeta's jaw go slack and his eyes roll happily. Peeta rolls off of me and I snuggle into his bare chest as we wait for our breathing to calm down. "Katniss?"
"Mhmmm?" I respond, my hand running through the hard ridges on his stomach.
"When I come, do you feel it?" He asks quietly and I look up at him, he's bright red.
"Yeah, your erection throbs inside me just before you come so I know it's coming - excuse the unfortunate word - then I feel it shoot into me and sort of settle inside me." I explain and Peeta moans.
"Your losing your six pack." He mutters and I shrug my shoulders.
"It didn't really matter to me." I reply and run my fingers over every inch of Peeta I can reach. "We should probably get back to the party." I say sadly and Peeta sighs.