Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. It belongs to Suzanne Collins and her publishers.
A/N: We needed a break from the death and fighting so here's a little chapter to makes us all smile a little. It did me at least. And thank you all so so much for the reviews and support. It means so much!
Exhaustion has set in but I can't sleep. I'm afraid that I'll fall asleep and I'll hear the screams again. Peeta and I decide to take watch as the other sleep. Johanna falls asleep instantly. I don't know how she's functioning. Peeta has gone to get something from the hut Finnick has once again built, leaving me to watch the water. I get lost in the soothing sound of the waves splashing against the sand and the way the moon casts a silvery mist over the dark water. It's beautiful, like nothing I've ever seen. I want my baby to be able to see beauty like this. I don't want her growing up in a world where she has to see the hunger in children. I know that if I make it out that she won't have to starve as I did. I'm a victor and she will have food. My biggest fear is if I survive and I have this baby, she'll be taken from me to weaken me.
"Share your thoughts." Peeta asks, making me jump. I look up at him and smile. He sits next to me, our hips touching. I throw my legs into his lap and his arms wrap around me.
"What are you think about?" he asks. I shake my head and look up into his eyes. I can't tell him what I fear, because it would just throw my suspicion of rebellion back into play. My eyes catch a glimmer of gold around his neck and run my finger over it.
"What's this?" I ask. He smiles and pulls it out. It's a gold oval with my mockingjay engraved on it. He lifts it off and places t around my neck.
"It's my token. I was prepared to use this to guilt you into letting me go." He says, pressing a clasp. It opens and inside are pictures of my sister and mother and one of Gale. Why did he use Gale? Does he not believe that I truly love him and only him? I married him, I'm carrying his baby. My thought swirl in my head and I look at him dumbfounded. He must know what I'm thinking and he takes my wrist.
"He's your best friend, Katniss. He will protect you and I know that you love me but I know you won't survive without him. He knows everything about you. You helped each other survive." He explains. A single tear falls from my eye and Peeta catches it with the pad of his thumb and kisses me softly. I bring my hand up to the back of his neck and deepen the kiss. I've not been able to do this since the toasting. We trained then were ushered off to the capitol. We've had a few kisses here and there but nothing like I needed. My body is aches with the need for him to touch me. I pull away and rest my head against his.
"I love you." I whisper. He smiles and his eyes shine in the moonlight.
"I love you, too." He says. His fingers move to the band holding the end of my braid. He tugs it releases my braid. My dark locks fall around my shoulders.
"I like it down." He whispers. I've never really worn my hair down. It's always in the way. I smile and kiss him, his fingers knot in my hair and I lose control.
"No I see why." I say my voice deep and laced with desire.
"Make love to me, Peeta." I tell him.
"Here?" he asks.
"Yes. We're married and having a baby. It's not like they don't know we've had sex, Peeta. " I tell him. H chuckles and I kiss him, pushing him to the ground. I am careful for his leg and straddle his hips. I move my hips against his. I instantly feel him go hard under me. I smirk.
"Katniss." He growls. I know I've got him now. He sits up, his arms circling around my waist so I don't fall over and he flips us over. He adjusts his weight to not be fully on my stomach. He's being careful of the baby.
"Peeta, the baby is in a squishy bed. You can't hurt it." I tell him. I know the position hurts his leg, but he's hesitant. I sit up on my elbows and look at him.
"Peeta, I promise. It's okay." I tell him and pull him down on me and kiss him. He moves against me and I become unhinged. My hips rise to meet him. He moves his hands to my breast and I jump as the gentle massage actually hurts.
"Stop!" I tell him. He jerks back.
"I'm sorry! I knew I'd hurt you!" he says, starting to move away. I lock my arms around his neck, keeping him in place.
"I'm fine. I didn't realize they were sore. Just avoid them and we'll be okay." I tell him. He looks at me, his eyes filled with desire and need but beneath that is fear. I kiss his lips and take his hand and guide it to where I really need his attention. His lips form a wicked smile and he slips his hand beneath my panties I lift my hips and gasp as he dips his fingers into my folds.
"Katniss." He whispers into my ear before taking the lobe into my mouth. I bite my lip as I push my hips into his hand, begging him to go further. He delves his fingers into me and I nig my nails into his back to keep from screaming. Suddenly his fingers stop and my eyes fly open in disappointment.
"Peeta!" I scold him but he presses his finger to my lips, quieting me. He kisses my lips them my chin then leaves a trail of kisses behind as he moves toward my legs. He's lays on the sand between my legs, his face at my center. I can feel the heat of his breath against me through the material of my panties. He leans in and kisses the moisture that has gathered there from my arousal. I don't have time to even register what he's doing before he hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down my legs. He lays them on the sand next to us and hooks his arms under my thighs. I nearly scream as his tongue slide along my folds. Oh my god, what is he doing to me. He unhooks and arm and dips two of his fingers into me as he sucks on my clit. My hips buck against his lips and hands tangle in his blond hair. He tilts his fingers back and hits that spot and I hear the guttural moan come from my lips and I know I'm close.
"Peeta, please." I beg, tugging his head back to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips and I don't mind. I move my hands to his boxers and push them down his hips. He tops me and pulls them over his legs. He rests his hands by my head and I guide him to me. I prepare myself for the pain I know is coming. We've only done this once and it was almost 3 months ago. He slowly pushes in and I wrap my legs around him pushing him deeper into me. I groan as we meet. The pain is over quick and he finds a steady rhythm. Sweat drips from his brow as he pumps faster into me. I claw at the flesh of his back, filling the fire build. I'm not going to last much longer but I need to hold out. I grip his shoulders and maneuver us so I can flip us. I succeed and place my hands flat against his chest. My hair falls to one side, causing a dark curtain to frame my face. Peeta's hands find my hips and firmly hold me in place as I rock against him. I don't bother keeping quiet any longer. I throw my head back and I swear I growl his name.
"Oh god, Katniss, don't stop." He begs. I lean over, kissing him and he tugs my hair to make me look at him.
"Don't close your eyes." He says. I stare into his eyes, grey meeting blue and I feel the orgasm begin to surface. I move faster and faster, my breast protesting as they bounce with my thrusts. Peeta's fingers dig roughly into my hips as he comes, and I'm sent over the edge. Fireworks spark behind my eyes and I scream. I don't hold back. I want the world to know. I finally collapse on top of him, my breathing labored and covered in sweat. I roll over, breaking our bond and lay my head on his chest. I look up at him and he has the biggest smile I've ever seen him have.
"What?" I ask, blushing.
"Where in the world did you learn to do that?" he asks. I honestly have no idea.
"I don't know. Something just took over. I just needed to." I tell him. I hear him chuckle and I smack his chest.
"It's not funny, Peeta!" I tell him and stand up. I grab my panties and go to throw them on, but they are wet. I stomp off to the water and jump in. I rinse out my underwear and don't notice until my face is wet that I'm crying. Stupid hormones. I hear the water splash behind me and I panic. I'm vulnerable and not armed. I turn quickly fists raised and see Peeta trying his best to stay afloat.
"Peeta are you stupid? You can't swim!" I tell him and swim to him. I yank his head above the water and swim us back to the sand. I slip my panties back on and move away from Peeta. I fling myself onto the ground, pulling my knees to my chest and let the tears just come. Peeta's arms wrap around me and I wipe away the tears with the back of my hand.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I did that for you, Peeta and you laughed at me! I didn't know what I was doing, but I tried. You laughed! You hated it!"
"You think I was laughing because I hated it?" he says and I nod. I feel like a child at my mother's skirt crying cause a boy pulled my hair.
"Oh Katniss." He says and pulls me to face him. "I wasn't laughing at you. And I definitely did not hate it. I was just taken by surprise. You are so natural and so pure that I never would have expected something like that. It was beyond good, Katniss. It was incredible." I look up at him and he wipes away my tears.
"Really?" I ask. He nods and takes my chin and kisses me softly. He helps me up and we walk back to the camp. Johanna is awake and glaring at us.
"Really? I don't sleep well as it is now I have to burn my eyes out because I saw and heard that! You're lucky that you didn't trigger a career attack with that scream. Go to sleep. I'm taking watch." She says. I laugh and Peeta pulls me to the hut. He helps me lay down and curls in next to me.
"What triggered the tears? You're not a crier." He says. I take his hand and place it on my stomach.
"Our baby thinks I need to be softened." I say. He sits up and leans over my belly. He kisses the soft skin exposed beneath my shirt.
"Hey there. So listen we need to make a deal. You need to lay low for a bit. Mommy needs to be a tough warrior mom with not and not cry. Can you do that for me?" he says. I laugh, shaking my head.
"One the baby can't hear you, it's too small. Two she doesn't cause me to cry. It's the hormones. I'm crazy." I say.
"You aren't crazy. You're pregnant. Now go to sleep, mommy." He tells me. I roll my eyes and do just that.