Coffee and Classics
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CHAPTER TEN:
"Have you fucked yet?" Johanna asks the next day, her mouth full of bacon cheeseburger. Ketchup trickles down her left hand, landing and creating a pool on the wooden table. "He looks like he'd be a good fuck."
Johanna barged into my apartment yesterday, a few hours after Peeta and I finally left the bedroom. She was her vulgar self, slapped him on the ass three times and then graphically described her sexual encounter the night before. Apparently, he liked to be spanked.
Peeta wasn't too put off by her brashness, and actually seemed amused by her antics. Well, it makes my life easier if he doesn't hate her. She stayed over for dinner, and she was thoroughly impressed with his cooking skills, and again, so was I. And I showed him how impressed I was that night with my mouth, until he was quivering and shouting my name into the night.
"No. We haven't," I say to her, my voice trying to get her to close the subject. But she doesn't listen to it.
"How big is he?" She sets down her burger momentarily to shove a handful of greasy fries into her wide mouth.
"Big," I say, knowing she won't shut up until I answer. The side of her mouth quirks up into a half-smirk and I return it.
"Nice," she replies, shoving the last bite of her burger into her mouth.
After we finish eating, we head outside of the restaurant and back into the rain. We begin to head back to my apartment in comfortable silence. When we are a block away, Johanna stops me.
"I know I talk a lot of shit, but I really like Peeta. Don't fuck it up," she speaks, her faced fixed in complete seriousness. Johanna isn't one to be serious, so I know that she means every word she says. I nod, and we begin walking again. On the way, we pass a salon, and Johanna pulls me towards it.
"We're getting you waxed, Bitch," she says, pushing me towards the front counter.
A half an hour later I exit the building, my body still stinging. I don't know why I agreed in the first place, but Johanna assured me that Peeta would like it if I was waxed. But still, I'm pretty sure my screams and curses were heard from three blocks away.
When we finally arrive at my apartment, we find Gale leaning up against the door, flask in hand. I furrow my eyebrows and he glances up as we approach.
"Hey Catnip…and Catnip's friend." He reeks of bourbon, and I cringe away from him.
"Hey Gale…what's up?" I say as he stands up, wavering slightly on his feet. My hand reaches out to hold him, and I push him against the wall so he won't fall.
"Nuffin'. Just thought I'd stop by. And I was thirsty, and I was hoping you could top me off." He waves his flask in the air, then tips it over, revealing its emptiness. I unlock the door and pull him inside, leading him to the couch and pushing him down onto it.
"Let me get you some water. Why are you getting so drunk, Gale? And it's not your normal drunk; it's your 'depths of despair' drunk." I walk out of the room to the kitchen, finding Johanna already holding a glass of cold water. She hands it to me with a smirk, and together we walk back to the living area; she plops down on the couch next to Gale.
"Madge. You know Madge. Well, she's getting married. And to some huge dickhead. Actually, that's not even a good name for him, because I've seen his cock, and it's tiny. Unlike mine." He turns to Johanna and gives her a nod, winking. "She can't get married, Katniss. I always thought somehow, we would get back together."
Gale's sorrow pulls at my heart. I hate seeing my best friend so sad, and I haven't seen him this upset since him and Madge actually broke up. Gale and Madge dated all through high school and beyond, and they seemed like the perfect couple. She was perky and nice, and he was lazy and sullen, but together they mellowed each other out. But Madge wanted to settle down early, and Gale just wasn't ready. So they broke up. And that was barely over a year ago.
"Married? Wow." I exhale, unable to think of anything to say to comfort him. "Who's the guy?"
"You know him. We was in our grade, but he was a pretty popular guy. Marvel Addis. Remember?" I cringe. He was a popular jock, but he was actually kind of nice; and the complete opposite of Gale.
"Yeah, I remember him." I sit down on the rocking chair on the other side of the coffee stable, across from him and Johanna. "I'm so sorry Gale. I thought you would end up together too."
Johanna stands up suddenly, and moves to her purse on the kitchen island, pulling out a bottle of Bacardi. She skirts to the cupboards, pulling out three glasses and returns to us. She pours us each a glass full and hands them to us. Gale and Johanna begin to throw them back, and I shrug and take a big swig. It cringe as it burns a little on the way down. I've never liked rum plain, but I decide not to comment on that, considering Johanna and Gale's glasses are almost empty.
"This is what you need Gale. More alcohol. My name is Johanna, by the way, not Catnip's friend." She throws her hand out in front of her and they shake briskly. Johanna is even more of a lightweight than me, surprisingly, and after another glasses she will be gone. She pours more rum into her glass and fills his up as well. Together, they chug down their glasses. I finish mine too, not wanting to be the only sober one. Thank god Prim and Peeta are having a night out.
After fifteen more minutes, Gale and Johanna are laughing. Johanna has the ability to make anyone into a happy drunk instead of a sullen one. And it's happening again. I giggle too, the alcohol definitely taking over. I look up to see the clock read 11:00 p.m. and I know that Prim will be home soon. And Peeta too. A huge smile takes over my face.
"Why are you smiling so big, Catnip," Gale slurs at me, a big smile on his face too.
"She's obviously thinking about Peeta and his massive cock!" Johanna screams, right as the door opens and Peeta and Prim step into the apartment. Their eyes are huge as they look over to us sprawled all over the furniture. Johanna and Gale silence momentarily, then erupt in laughter. My face is burning.
"Looks like someone got a little drunk," Prim says with a smile on her face, then strolls into her room. Peeta sets his keys on the kitchen island next to Johanna's purse and makes his way into the living area. He plants a quick kiss on my forehead, then greets Gale and Johanna.
"So is it true? About your dick? I've got to know," Johanna practically screams at Peeta while he's shaking Gale's hand. I'm about to tell her to back the fuck up, when Peeta cuts me off.
"What did she say exactly?" he asks, a smirk on his face. Apparently, he enjoys drunken Johanna's behavior. She's basically the same, except louder and giggles more.
"She said that you were big. You know Katniss; she'd never reveal anything too juicy. But I want to know. Thick or long? Or both!? Hair? What's going on down there?" Peeta just laughs at Johanna's interrogation.
"I'm sorry, Johanna. But if Katniss doesn't tell you the details, it means she doesn't want you to know. So I'm not saying anything." He leans down suddenly, and picks me up. I shriek, surprised by his actions, but he just sits down on the rocking chair I was previously occupying and sets me on his lap.
We stay up another few hours, drinking, laughing and chatting, until Peeta yawns.
"I'm gonna go to bed. But you can stay out here and continue chatting," he whispers into my ear. He kisses my cheek and picks me up, stands up, then sets me down on the chair again. He leans down and plants another chaste kiss on my lips. He says goodnight to Gale and Johanna and then walks into my room, closing the door behind him.
I stare at the door for I don't know how long, but I suddenly notice the silence in the room. I look over, and see Gale and Johanna making out furiously on the couch. Her hands are weaving into his hair and his are gripping her ass, squeezing and rubbing. I groan.
"If you have sex on my couch, you are buying me a new one. Or steam-cleaning it." I get up out of my rocking chair and walk into my bedroom. The lights are off, but I see Peeta's face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open window. God, he's sexy. I pull off my shirt and jeans and climb into my bed, curling up against him. He moans a little, and places his arm around me.
"Are you awake," I try to whisper, but fail epically, practically shouting into his chest. He sleepily groans again.
"I am now." Without warning, he moves so I'm laying on top him, wrapping his arms around me, my face in his neck. He sighs deeply, and begins to relax; trying to fall back asleep. But I don't really feel like sleeping. I move my head, and begin to suck on the lope of his left ear. He moans, and I continue my movements, my tongue dipping in the shell of it.
"Katniss. It's 2:00 a.m. Maybe we should sleep and do this tomorrow." But I don't want to do it tomorrow. Well, I want to do it tomorrow, but I want to do it right now too. I sit up and straddle him, then roughly grind my crotch into his. He tries to stifle a moan.
"I want you," I whisper, placing my hands on his bare chest. I dig my fingers into his pecs a little, then lift them up to my hair, and unbraid, it letting it loose like I know that Peeta likes. Consciously, I bite my lip, trying to entice him. Peeta sits up swiftly, grabs my hair and kisses me, rough and passionate. I moan and melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Peeta pulls me down to the bed with him, his handing moving from my hair to unhook my bra. I let it fall off my arms and next to us on the bed and press my bare chest against his. Peeta's hands move to my butt, and he squeezes it as he grinds his hips into me. We groan together, and he does it again and again. The pleasurable pressure begins to build and I frantically kiss Peeta. My tongue roughly jabs into his mouth, massaging his, but I just can't seem to get close enough to him.
"Oh, Gale, YES!" Peeta and I halt our movements. Moans begin to seep in from under the door, killing the mood. I roll off Peeta, pissed at the Gale and Johanna, and curl up against his side instead. Peeta wraps his arm around me and chuckles into my hair. I chuckle too, and begin to rub circles on his chest with my fingers. Peeta leans over me, grabs my bra, and hands it to me. I furrow my eyebrows at him.
"Your nipples are rubbing me, and I can't focus on thing else." In the moonlight I see his face redden. "I'm trying to settle down, and I can't." I chuckle and quickly pull it on. He shyly smiles at me and I smile back. I turn on my side and pull his arm around me so we're spooning. I feel his erection pressed against my ass, but try not to dwell on how it makes the junction between my thighs pulse. Peeta moves his hand so it intertwines with mine under my pillow, and laces his other hand with the one that rests on my stomach. We snuggle closer together, and try to block out the moans from the other room, but their sounds begin to increase. Eventually, we hear them call each other's names, and then silence. We both exhale and begin to relax.
"I'm going to ravish you in the morning," Peeta whispers in my ear, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
Sounds good to me.