I had some writers block… Then… Well I wrote this. You might enjoy it, or you may hate me forever. Or you'll love it.
"Are you sure you should be drinking…" I don't look at him as my third Red-Headed Slut slides down my throat. Sweet delicious Jager and Grenadine paired perfectly together to taste like cough syrup. I set the glass down and smile as he polishes off his second beer.
"Don't baby me, I outrank you," I take his hands and spin around so my back is to his chest, his arms crossed over my chest.
"We're not in uniform, and I'm bigger than you," he teases. I laugh as he bends back, picking me off the ground. I was getting strange looks, I felt them, considering I was covered in bruises and stitches, but who cares?
He sets me down and we say to the music, beautiful soulful Jazz, as the sweet alcohol take effect. I lean forward and sip at a water Peeta had brought for us. I feel his fingers on my back, tracing my tattoo, "That tickles," I squirm under his touch, my backside grinding up against him accidently.
"And that was mean," he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me to him.
"You started it…" a familiar song starts playing a cover of Moondance by Van Morrison, "Come on," I take him by the hand and lead him away from the tables and the bar onto the dance floor.
"What are you doing?"
"At prom you asked me for a second dance, but I was too scared so I ran back to Madge and her friends," I position his hand on my hip as I lace my fingers with his, my other arm on his back, "I'm giving you that second dance," we start slow, swaying to the music until he spins me, pulling me back into his chest with a soft oof. The song comes to an end with me dipped down his face inches from mine.
"We are breaking so many rules…" he whispers as a I feel a bead of sweat drip from my neck down through my breasts.
"Shut up and kiss me," he listens, the taste of beer thick on his lips, I'm sure I taste like cough syrup.
I excuse myself to the bathroom, catching my breath and blotting the sweat from my neck, I cringe at my face. The stitches in my lip making me pout more than usual, the ones above my eyebrow like a thinned caterpillar that refused to move. I tried to position my bangs so I didn't have to see them, so no one would, but nothing would cover that many stitches. I sigh and wash my hands, heading back to Peeta before he thinks I fainted in here.
There are three women sitting next to him when I return, I see one place her hand on his thigh which he brushes off, "Ah, and this is Katniss, my girlfriend," they look disappointed as he kisses me on the lips with a ferocity that lets me know he's ready to move on.
"I'll settle our tab," he kisses my nose.
"I'm going to go wait outside, it's hot in here," I fan myself some more for dramatic affect leaving the club.
I walk outside, the hot June air coating me with sweat, its humid here, nothing like Fallujah heat, the dry sandy heat I'll never admit to missing. There's a hand on my shoulder, "Peeta…" I breathe but I smell the cigarette smoke, the alcohol and without warning I'm pushed into the dark alley next to the bar.
"Hey!" I shout but his hand cover's my mouth.
"You're a pretty little thing, ain't cha?" he pushes me against the wall, unbeknownst to him giving me the advantage in this fight, I put my foot against the wall pushing out without warning, he doesn't know how strong my legs are. He doesn't know I know eight different ways to end his life or cripple him horribly. He doesn't know that just because I'm smaller than him I'm stronger, deadlier. I take two fists of his shirt bending him over before bringing my knee up into his chest enough times that I feel him stumble, I may have hit him in the nose a few times…
"Never engage an enemy without a full recon," I scold walking out of the ally just as Peeta leaves the club.
"Katniss! There's blood on your shirt are you hurt did…" the drunken man who attacked me stumbles out of the dark ally, blood pouring from his nose.
"I-" Peeta's 'protective' mode switches on but I grab his wrist, "Peeta, no, don't undermine the ass kicking I just gave him… He didn't do anything, just pulled me into the alley. Come on, let's go back to the hotel, I need a shower," I give him a small smile and he's a goner, putty in my hands.
"Sorry, I'm not used to women who don't need defending," he took my hand in his and kissed my cheek.
"Oh, someday I'll need defending… You'll know that day when it comes," he kisses me on the cheek, his arm wrapped around me, hand resting just at my hip, I bring my opposite hand up and lace my fingers with his.
The doorman looked at the blood droplets on my shirt, he looked appalled, but said nothing. After all I was covered in stitches, maybe I just busted a few?
I let the water beat down on my body, cooling off my hot sweaty skin before slathering my leg, face and arm in first aid cream, covering the stitches on my arm and leg with white gauze and tape. I don't bother to dry my hair and pull on a t-shirt before leaving the bathroom, tugging it down seeing as it's the only garment I brought into the bathroom.
Laying alone in the king sized bed felt like I was swimming in the ocean as I waited for Peeta to get out of the shower, instead I turn on the news to distract myself.
"And the war in Iraq claims two more lives today, Corporals Lance Davis and Michael Anderson died when an IED blew up their convoy," I exhaled, no one I knew… They were from the Army, so there was even a less chance we ever would cross paths, two more flag covered coffins on their way home…
The bathroom door creaked open and I changed the channel hastily, some CSI show, nothing about soldiers dying, "Hey you," Peeta yawns into the back of my neck as his arms encircle me, "With this big bed I don't have to worry about you hitting me while we're trying to sleep," I yawn.
"Shuddup," I cuddle deeper into his chest, throwing my injured leg over his body just go to get closer.
I yawned and rolled over to check the time 1100, if we were going to get on a somewhat normal schedule we'd have to get up around now, "Peeta…" he just grunted.
I shifted myself so I was straddling him, "Peeta…" I cooed, running my fingers along his bare chest, enjoying the feeling of his blonde chest hair under my fingers, he cracked an eye and looked down his chest, where my bottomless groin straddled his.
"I could wake up like this more often…" he yawned, looking disappointed as I got off him and headed to the bathroom, trying to hide my blush.
"Just wait until we get to Baghdad," I close the door behind me, pressing my back against it. What was going to happen in Baghdad? I had a feeling that the second we landed I'd be in a hole for days at a time. Could I do that to him?
I pushed off the door and stared at my reflection, my bruises had faded and blended with my skin and my stitches were good to come out, at least in my face, my arm and leg would remain stitched for another week or so.
I brushed my teeth and gingerly washed my face before pulling out tweezers and nail clippers, gently I felt at my forehead, wincing a little.
"I'll leave you there until tomorrow…" I sighed before snipping off the knot at my lip and gently pulling away the black thread, cleaning the site with water and rubbing in Neosporin. I still looked like a train wreck, hell I was a train wreck!
"What are you doing…" I whispered to myself, "There's a guy out there who genuinely likes you and you're trying to find every flaw to turn him away." I closed the lid on the toilet and sat, pulling my leg up and resting my head on my knee.
I sighed, "Why he's not going after some soft civilian is beyond me…"
"You didn't really just ask that… Did you?" I jumped.
"H-how long have you been here?"
Peeta smiled sheepishly as I grew hot with embarrassment, "Long enough," he sits on the edge of the tub, taking my hand, "Katniss… look at me," I turn away, tears coming to my eyes.
Why… God damnit why!
He's not smiling, I don't need to look at him to feel his frown, "Sergeant Everdeen look at me, that's an order," his voice is stern, but brings a smile to my face, and eventually his frown softens into a half smile.
"There we go…" he squeezes my hand while I turn to face him, "Katniss, if I wanted to be miserable I would be with some soft civilian. If I wanted to spend my life with someone I couldn't relate to, or who would press me for what I've seen like my family does instead of understanding that something's you just let be… I would give my heart to some squishy soft civilian who couldn't disassemble and reassemble a sniper rifle blind folded, who wouldn't run herself half to death just to prove to a few idiots she wasn't a pushover. Someone who wouldn't lay her life down for her little sister without question…"
I bite my lip nodding, taking his words in. He didn't see me as many of our counterparts did, an emotional liability who shouldn't be handed a gun, in his eyes I was a fearless warrior, lethal but only to those who'd do innocents harm.
"Semper Fidelis…" I mumble, he just nods.
"Always loyal," he kisses my cheek, and I feel it, a fire deep within my core, burning for him, "Now… stop hogging the bathroom," he picks me up and sets me just outside the bathroom, "Women…" I roll my eyes.
I sat on the edge of the bed, unable to abate the fire in my heart, in my soul which only seemed to grow stronger each second the door to the bathroom remained closed. In Germany I told Peeta I wasn't ready to fully be intimate with him, though he confessed he was, and was for a while. Truthfully it was because I was afraid I was the wrong choice for him, that a civilian's lips and arms would be better suited for him.
But that wasn't the truth, much like myself Peeta needed someone strong, he knew could take care of herself.
He needed me.
I stood up as the door opened, as if on auto-pilot, crossing the short distance on poised hunter's feet. I caught him off guard, my hands on his bare chest, pushing him into the wall.
His shocked eyes studied me as I got up on my toes, my lips meeting his hungrily as my fingers ran through his barely regulation length blonde hair, "You need another haircut, soldier," I mumbled against his lips before he lifted my leg up to his hip, pulling my body even tighter against his.
"Don't insult me," I grinned against his lips, most Marines would cringe when being called soldier, those in the Army were soldiers, we were technically part of the Navy. Our lips tangled, wrestling together as our lustful hands explored each and every part of our bodies, his hands, large and strong resting on my backside as we pull apart, "What's this about?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
"I want you…" I breathe, pressing my lips to his once more, but his are unresponsive, "What?" I ask studying his face, littered with concern.
"What if we make a mistake, and you end up pregnant? They'll kick you out so fast, tear up your contract…"
He's right, the Marine Corps is my life, but I smile, "Please, like I'm not on the pill," I roll my eyes and this time his lips come to mine. His fingers tangle in my knotted hair as he slowly directs me back to the bed, stopping only when the back of my legs meet the soft sheets. Our lips only break when he lifts my shirt over my head. I feel his eyes on me and go to cover myself shyly but I ball up and release my hands. No hiding, instead I go on the offensive tugging at the elastic band of the flannel pants he wears, they slip off without effort and there we stand for the first time in the early afternoon sunlight.
Naked as the day we were born, sizing up each other for a split second before our adventurous lips and hands went at it again. Slowly he lowered me onto the bed but he remained standing. I knew what he wanted, I may be inexperienced, but I could read him. I shifted so I was laying on my stomach, his arousal waiting for my touch, for my lips to be around it. I knew when we finally got there that it was going to hurt, I was ok with it, the pain. Nothing worth having comes without a little pain.
Our eyes met before I flicked the tip with my tongue, he groaned, his hand back in my hair as I kissed it then slowly but surely taking him into my mouth little by little. His eyes were so dark, so loving as he moaned my name. Just hearing it sent chills over my skin, I shifted slightly, feeling the moisture grow between my legs. He didn't let me go for very long before pushing me off and directing me so I was laying with my head resting against the pillow.
I was so focused on his eyes, his beautiful eyes that I was caught off guard by his fingers slipping inside me, "Shhhh…" he cooed, smoothing down my hair as he pulled them out only to push in again, "You're so tight… I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he admits kissing me lightly.
"Nothing worth having comes without a little pain," I whisper against his lips, gasping when he trusts his fingers into me with more force. His lips leave mine, trailing down my chin, my neck, my chest, finally he reaches my abdomen. I squirm, realizing his intentions.
"Please?" he asks as I squirm some more, realizing it's been a good week since I bothered shaving down there. He must read my mind because he sighs, his chin resting on my abdomen, "Katniss, you're a twenty-two year old woman, you should have hair down here," he thrusts his fingers again though I have his hand pinned between my thighs. He could have easily pried them open, but he waited for me to part my legs. Without hesitation his tender lips trailed down my toned abdomen, I squirmed a little more but kept my legs parted when his lips reached the patch of dark hair I was so worried about, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even seem to mind it before he bit gently on my inner lips. His fingers had halted inside me for a moment, but as his tongue found my awaiting clitoris they began slowly moving in and out.
I was blinded, partly by the rays of sun coming through the open window, mostly though from the fact that as his tongue slid over me I saw white. All my brain focused on was the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, forgetting to hear, to see, to smell, to taste, only to feel.
I moaned and writhed as I felt a tightening of my insides, like a hot coil winding tighter and tighter awaiting release. It came without warning, like a shock through my core. From my scalp all the way down my to my toes every nerve ending fired as I was vaguely aware of my screaming of Peeta's name.
As I came down from my orgasm I saw Peeta on his knees between my legs. He took my hand in his, kissing each fingertip as I whispered an almost pathetic 'Please'. He didn't need to be told twice…
I heard my cry as I felt my insides stretching, I felt him freeze… he was afraid of hurting me… But everything was so sensitive down there post orgasm.
He supported his weight with one arm, his other hand still clutching mine, I took his hand and kissed his fingers, tasting myself on them. I took his index finger in my mouth as the rest of his hand cupped my jaw. We were frozen for barely a minute as I cleaned my arousal from his fingers and he waited for my body to adjust then slowly, when the pain washed away he began to slowly thrust in and out.
"So… tight…" he grunted, I had since released his hand from my grasp and it rested at my side, his fingers bunching the sheets underneath us. His movements became more daring, pulling out almost all the way only to crash into me with enough force our skin slapped together and I slid further up the bed.
"You're…" another thrust and my head met the pillow which was pressed against the mahogany headboard, "…Evil" I moan as he continues this only two thrusts before he pulls me up so I'm clutched against his chest. I wrap my legs around him before moves forward, pressing my back against the tall headboard. One hand supports me, the other reaches for the top of the headboard for leverage as he begins thrusting again, our lips sloppily brushing against each other's as our moans and pants of each other's names mixed with the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.
I felt so full, so perfect, so beautiful.
Peeta's eyes hungry on me, his firm hand keeping me from sliding down, as if his thrusts wouldn't do just that.
Without warning the phone began ringing, "Just ignore it…" I panted but Peeta had other ideas leaning over and picking up the receiver, placing it in my hand after answering, "H-hello?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the moaning.
"Miss Everdeen… Oh wait, sorry, Sergeant Everdeen?" Peeta picks this exact moment to push me forward only slightly so I grinde into him, letting a soft moan escape, "Oh forgive me!" my eyes widen, whoever this was knew what we were doing… Fear gripped me as I was made more and more aware that he was still inside me, "You must still be on Iraq time, just waking up!" it was late morning in Fallujah, but whatever.
I sighed in relief, "Don't worry about it," he does it again, but I stifle a moan, giving him a death glare.
"Is your companion there? The… erm…" I hear papers rustling as the surely flighty woman on the other end of the phone tries to figure out Peeta's name and rank, "Sergeant Mellark?"
"He's…" I look him over, "…Occupied… Who is this?"
"Oh, sorry, I'm Effie Trinket, secretary to President Coriolanus Snow. He asks if the suite is to your liking?"
Growing bored Peeta thrusts again, "It's… too much," he takes this as a sign to continue the slow grinding from earlier.
"Stretching?" she asks, I feel the blush come to my cheeks, "Guess you have to stay fit. The president would be honored for you and Sergeant Mellark to join him this afternoon at three," I didn't even think, Peeta's grinding becoming too much for me. If I didn't get off the phone soon I wouldn't be able to stop the moans. He leans forward, kissing my neck as if to make me hang up.
"Yeah, yeah sure… We'll be there…"
"Oh good, he has requested you in your…" more rustling, "Evening blues? Does that make sense to you?"
"Y… yes…" I moaned as Peeta continued kissing at my neck.
"Good, I'll be at your suite at 2:15 to pick you up. See you then!" the line goes dead and I hang up the phone and toss it to the floor. We don't last much longer after that, not bothering to switch positions, he thrusts deeply into me, biting and sucking on my neck surely to leave marks. His body quivers as his seed spills deep within me, his lips once again on mine, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, tracing the fronts of the other's teeth. Finally I pull off him, we lay down as our chests heave with labored breaths, both our bodies covered in sweat.
"So who…" he kisses from my hand up my arm, "Was on the phone?"
"No one special… Oh we're meeting President Snow today at three."
He sits up, all post-coital bliss washed away with a wave of confusion.
I sit up on my elbow's, "Well… They want us in our Sunday best… So I'm assuming it's to show the President's support for his brave men and women fighting for what's right, epically since next year is his re-election," I blow a raspberry, "So you have a lot of ironing to do," instead he pulls me to him, cradling me in his lap.
"That was amazing…" he sighs into my hair, "Your moans… how my name sounds when you come, how you taste…"
"Taste?" I look up at him but he only licks his lips, "Perv…" I push his head away and check the clock, it was almost 1300. Miss Trinket was coming to pick us up at 2:15, "Come on, I saw how wrinkled your blues were," I slip from his grasp running to the bathroom, "And if you don't get up I'll have to shower alone…"
He doesn't need to be told twice.
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