You asked for it so much, I decided to finally just let you little creeps have your lemons. Though no matter how freakish you are, I'll probably surpass that amount.
You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity
The first time, every time when you're touching me
I woke up early the next day at around seven o'clock. The night before had definitely taken its toll on me. I had dreamed Katniss did a strip tease for me, though the unrealistic part was I had my leg. And the sky was green. Of course, I was three inches away from it being a good dream (and a wet dream), my internal alarm clock waking me up just as Katniss was about to remove her last article of clothing.
I sit down at the counter, rubbing my face and thinking of the so many things I've witnessed lately and not one of them excludes a certain grey eyed woman. The things I'll never be able to un-see, not that I want to. It's just the things I've seen, I don't want to just see them anymore, I want to touch them, I want to touch Katniss. I want her... God, do I want her.
I've never been so sexually attracted to someone and as I think it through, the relationship I seek with Katniss, in my mind at least, isn't just sex. I want a… well, a relationship. I suddenly remember the feeling of Katniss' soft breast in my palm, it felt just the way I imagined it. I try to calm myself down and clear my brain, afraid I'll get a hard-on just as Katniss awakes.
I grab a glass and pour some orange juice in it, sitting down at the island, looking out the back door. How in the hell am I supposed to make a move on a girl who's basically my nanny? All she sees me as is a poor house guest.
I turn to the direction of the stairway, jumping a bit as I see Katniss standing in the hall, glaring at me maliciously. "What did you do?" she asks, stepping back as I stand up. She looks like a wreck and still wears my shirt, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
"What?" I mumble, confused.
"What did you do to me?" She growls. She looks so small and frail; unsure of herself. Something's wrong and I don't think it's the major hangover she probably has.
"What're you talking about?"
"I woke up wearing your shirt, alone, with my clothes thrown on the floor. If you touched me…"
"What? Katniss, no! I didn't… I wouldn't…" I can't form the right words, so I try to justify myself with an explanation. "You could barely even walk, so I took you to your room and you make me take your dress off. You said you didn't have any clean clothes, but when I got back from going and getting you that," I nod to her shirt, which looks like a dress, "You'd taken everything else off."
She grows red, her anger subsiding, embarrassment taking its place but she keeps it up. "I don't believe you…" she grumbles, and I think it's because she couldn't think of anything else.
"I wouldn't… violate you like that." I say. "I may not be the best guy around, but I'm smart enough to know that's wrong." I take another step towards her and this time she doesn't move back.
She continues to glare. "Wha-…" she breathes, looking down. She obviously had an argument, but it's not coming out. She growls to herself, scratching her head. "Really?" she asks quietly, suddenly very interested in her feet. She won't look up from them.
"Yes, really." For once, that's all I have to say too. I don't need to explain myself any further, and the fact she thinks I'd do that send my confidence in being able to get with her sputtering. "Johanna got home safe too." I mumble.
Her eyes travel up to mine; soft, wide and childish. "Thank you…" she quakes. My brow furrows as I hear her shaking voice.
"You okay?" I ask.
"M-my head hurts." She states. I walk to her, wrapping an arm around her unusually frail body and leading her to the kitchen. I pull out the stool I was sitting on and she slides onto it, just below my eye level now. I don't say a word as I hand her my glass of orange juice and she takes it, drinking from it without a second thought. Her once perfect painted nails are now chipped and her hair looks like it was tossed around by gale force winds. She hands it back to me but I shake my head.
"You're supposed to keep yourself hydrated; you know to make yourself feel better. Drink it." I say, putting two fingers on the glass and nudging it back her way. She sighs, putting it back to her lips.
"What'd you do while Johanna and I were being idiots?" she asks me slowly, planning each word through the haze of her headache.
"Nothing, really. I got a burger, walked around a bit, sat on a park bench."
She cringes sympathetically. "I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to drink like that. You shouldn't have had to deal with me and Jo."
"I never mind dealing with you." I say quietly and she looks up at me, confused at first. Her eyes slowly float downwards as if contemplating what to say.
"That's because you're insane." She laughs, making me smile down at her. "But I seem to be quite attracted to insane lately." She adds softly, meeting my eyes for one last time before I grab her, pressing my lips against hers. I'm expecting to be pushed away and told to get lost, but I'm not. In fact, I'm warmly accepted as she wraps her arms around my neck. It's not the kind of kiss she gave me the other night. It's not slow and overly seductive like when she was on top of me and it's not light and flirty like when she'd slipped up and told me she couldn't picture a girl that'd date me.
It's fiery, it's hot, and most of all it's different because I'm in control. She's letting me stand over her, my hands grabbing the counter top on either side of her. She's being submissive to my lips which attack hers. She parts her lips as my tongue asks for acceptance, her hands grabbing my shirt while balled in fists. Her lips burn and I feel my trousers grown tighter as her twists a hand in my hair, the other one staying at my side. I tilt her head back and once again she allows me, her hips flush against mine.
With one cupping her face, I move my other hand to the small of Katniss' back, pressing her as close to me as possible. As our lips part, I notice the volume of our breathing has risen and she blushes as I look into her eyes. If this were just going to be a kiss, she would have stopped me by now and I don't think she's going to.
I don't think. But she does. She slinks outs of my grasp, my lips following hers for a moment before she puts a hand on my chest. I feel my heart sink at first… this is, until she grabs my shirt and pulls me along with her. She wears an unsure yet thirsty look on her face, walking backwards, around the island, until her rear hits the table. 'Oh, I get it now…' I think as she pulls me against her again and I no longer try to hide my erection, unembarrassed as she grinds her hips against mine. I put my hands on her hips, lifting her with surprising ease and placing her on the table. She eagerly grabs at the hem of my shirt, lifting it above my head, tossing it at random. She obviously still wears only my shirt (which turns me on all the more) since I can feel her wetness as my pelvis is pressed against hers.
When I thought to myself the last night if Katniss would have sex with me, the answer is now clear. Her arms stay wrapped around me and neither of us comes up for air. Our tongues battle for dominance, and I growl as she bites my bottom lip, tugging seductively. When she lets go, I mimic what she did the other night, peppering wet kisses on her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She whimpers and at first I think I've done something wrong, but when my lips leave her skin for the slightest second, she pulls me back to her.
I honestly don't know what I'm doing as my hand travels down, feeling her small breasts through the fabric of her-my shirt. Continuing down past her chest, I bring my lips back to hers, kissing her roughly. I start to feel a little nervousness mixed with anticipation. But I know just how unpredictable Katniss is, and I especially don't expect her to let me pull off my next act.
Down her abdomen and pelvis, my fingers slowly slide overtop of her wet clit, and she disconnects our lips with a gasp. I kiss her neck, nipping her earlobe to give my keen lips something to do. My fingers circle around the ball of muscle and Katniss' breathing becomes very labored, gripping my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin. I use my free hand and slide it under her shirt, hinting that I want it removed. She obeys my silent request, stripping herself of the only piece of clothing she was wearing. My hand is immediately attracted to one of her breasts, cupping it and kneading and she moans. I feel powered to have the ability to do this to her. My fingers move in an almost natural rhythm on her wet pussy, stroking and rubbing until the only thing Katniss can focus on is the feeling I'm delivering to her.
"Oh…" she whispers as I start to concentrate on pleasing her, too. She tilts her head back in ecstasy, her eyes closed, breathing slow and almost inaudible profanities. I take my index and middle finger, pushing them inside of her all at once and she rises at the sudden puncture, her sounds of pleasure becoming louder.
I look at her perfect body as she is consumed by pleasure. Her curves are drastic and amazing, her breasts perfectly rounded and both the same size, and finally, I look down at what my hands are doing. Her sex is perfect, wet and ready for the act to come. I ram my fingers into her harder, enjoying this just as much as her. I'm a bit naïve and extremely curious, seeing that I get the same amount of sighs and whines when I rub her clitoris and when I do this.
"Oh, Peeta…" she growls, finally looking down in-between her legs where I have at her. She closes her eyes, biting her lip, whimpering loudly. "Oh!" she holds out the syllable to make a sound that remotely resembles an animal when being cornered. But oh, do I love it.
Suddenly, her body convulses and she yells something about god, but I'm too distracted by the white secretion on my hand. Katniss pants, looking me in the eye as I have a strange urge; I bring my hand up to my mouth, licking of the warm liquid which tastes surprisingly intoxicating and the whites of her eyes grow more visible as she's shocked.
I think I've creeped her out, but she sits back up straight, smashing her lips against mine furiously, breathing "Please oh please, Peeta. Fuck me." Last night when I thought about the difference between fucking, having sex and making love… those rules don't apply here. She reaches down, sliding my pants down my hips, followed by my boxers, my erection springing out into view. Katniss' loud panting is the only thing I hear before I kiss her hard, sliding into her abruptly without warning and she pules against my lips.
I slide myself in and out of her, and she tells me "A little faster," quietly. It feels amazing to be inside of her, and halfway because I've been having disgusting thoughts about her for what seems like forever. Of course, I didn't expect this to ever happen. I start to knead one of her breasts again, making her and I feel amazing sensations all over simultaneously. Katniss cries for me to go faster and faster and I make so many low guttural sounds that have no real definition I can't keep track. Her hands, morphed into claws, dig into my shoulder blades as she throws her head back, moaning. I kiss her exposed neck, both of our bodies now moving to the fast rhythm.
She tastes somewhat salty yet sweet, and I realize a bead of sweat starting to break out of my forehead as well. I groan, plummeting myself into her depths again and again and I can feel her walls start to close around me. "Oh, fuck!" she yells, her breasts jumping at the pace my pelvis pounds into hers. She gives muffled cries as I kiss her once again, my tongue working furiously against hers.
"Oh, come on, Katniss." I growl in her ear, beckoning her to convulse like she did when my fingers felt her insides. I'm pretty sure I feel her nails draw blood as she yells my name loudly, hitting her peak.
"Peeta! Oh my god, yes!" I don't stop my routine. I keep on pushing into her deeper and harder, until I feel it coming on.
"Katniss, I'm going to-"
"No." she snaps, pulling me flush against her and finally, I feel myself let loose inside of her, yelling just as loud as her. I don't pull out, though. We sit there in our original position, panting and clutching each other. "Peeta…" she whispers.
I connect our lips one more time in a passionate kiss before she hops off the table, grabbing my boxers and sliding them on. I frown a bit as I put my sweatpants back on, though I feel like the happiest man in the world. She wraps her arms around me in a hug, kissing my pec as light as a butterfly landing on a flower. I smile at her as I bend over, grabbing the worn out shirt she wore and handing it to her. She puts it on.
"That was… wow." She says, scratching her hair with a blush.
"Agreed." I grin, bending down to peck her on the lips.
"I did have to go to Glimmer's house today." She says with a childish grin. It doesn't last long though, and she reminds me her head is pounding still.
"Let's go sit." I say, walking her to the couch and we lay down. It's a great feeling to have a woman wrap her arms around you because she cares. "You still going to Glimmer's?" I ask.
She's still a bit breathless. "Yes. But I'm not leaving you behind."
So there you have it, piglets. The lemons you've been dying for. More soon, I promise. This was long-ass sex scene though. Review plz! Song was Katy Perry's "Hummingbird Heartbeat" I think haha