A/N: Ahhh! I'm sorry it took forever! So much has been going on in my life, and I had the biggest writers block, but I won't abandon this story! Thank you for being patient! I've never written anything this graphic before, so I'm a little flustered with how to handle it. I promise you that I have plenty of chapters to come very soon after this one! Be warned, it is rated M for a reason. Enjoy ;)
It felt like years.
They both stopped breathing.
Katniss looked like she just saw Cato's ghost.
Peeta lost feeling in his fingers.
He was pretty sure his heart was about to pound right out of his skin.
His breath shook as he inhaled and whispered,
"Please."
And then next thing he knew,
he all but sprinted to her body,
and was all over her.
His mouth was on hers, and her hands were running up and down his back. It felt like everywhere she touched sent fire to his skin. She was trembling in his arms. Whether it was from fear, or some other deep seated desperation, he didn't know.
All he knew was that he was shaking so badly too.
Katniss.
The girl on fire.
The girl who encompassed his thoughts every minute of his day, and every hour of his night.
She was in his arms,
and finally,
finally,
she was his.
He didn't know what to think or how to explain,
so instead, he just felt.
It was like every single nerve in his body was lit and screaming.
Katniss thought she was going to faint.
"Oh God." She whimpered on his lips as she felt his hands vibrate all over her face and in her dark hair.
There was no stopping it now.
Whatever carnal instinct they just tapped into,
there was no way to stop it.
They were like that train they took to the Capitol.
Speeding ahead, faster than sound, and impossible to hinder its progress.
Peeta's mouth was so warm and inviting, but at the same time, it was demanding.
And for the first time, Katniss was willing to bend to any will of Peeta's.
Boldly, she ran her hands over his bare chest.
She was vaguely aware of small panting noises, and suddenly realized it was herself.
She didn't think she ever wanted anything so badly.
She could feel goosebumps rise all over her body, and she knew what had to happen.
So she pushed Peeta away from her and onto the bed.
For this brief moment, she was able to breathe and quickly saw the emotion all over Peeta's face.
His eyes were hooded and dark.
His lips were big and flushed.
His hair stuck out at odd angles, and his chest was heaving.
He wet his lips.
The flash of tongue was all the courage that Katniss needed.
So, in the light of mid morning, she undressed before him.
She was positive her entire face was red with both excitement and fear.
She stood shaking as she raised her shirt over her head.
She watched Peeta's eyes spark with desire as she unclasped her bra, and finally,
pulled off her pants and underwear.
"Now you know." Katniss whispered, her beautiful breasts rising and swelling with each haggard breath she took.
His eyes scanned from her toned legs,
to her flat stomach,
to her chest and delicate collerbone,
and finally to the most beautiful face he'd seen.
Her eyes were huge and dangerous.
She looked wild and completely untamed.
Peeta had never been so turned on in his whole life.
"Now you know." She repeated.
"Please." Peeta murmured, unable to take his eyes off of her.
"Please come to me."