I finally updated! Yay! Sorry it took soo long but to compensate, the chapter is pretty huge too;) Oh, plus you won't have to endure my silly mistakes and grammar anymore because the story now has Everlarkcheesebuns, an awesome beta AND writer! Check out her fic, Something's Gotta Give. Okay, no more talk, here's the chapter...
Never in my life would I think that the smell of oil and coffee would make me feel at home, but then again never in my life would I think that I would ever feel this happy again, sitting at a diner on a breakfast date laughing at someone's lame jokes.
I smile up at Peeta after popping a strawberry in my mouth andmemorise every perfection and imperfection on his face as he chats away about some wrestling match he watched on TV.
His blonde curls have grown to fall over his eyes, so he always has to run hand through them to push them back, only for the curls to fall right back into place. A small scar forms above his left brow when he lifts them, and light freckles lick his nose and cheeks. My eyes trail the squareness of his jaw, then the perfect fullness of his lips.
A familiar throbbing begins at the apex of my thighs as I imagine running my tongue along the outline of his jaw. The down the length of his body to his full, erect-
"Mockingjay?" Peeta laughs as I shake myself from my not so innocent daydreaming.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I ask trying to focus on his words and not his gorgeous body that is now, sort of, in a way, mine.
"You first; you looked like you have a lot on your mind,"
"It's just that Sae got me a job here, and I'm pretty nervous about it,"
"Why'd you get a job?"
"Extra money, plus I can't buy are car with just the money I make on your fights,"
"I know you'll say no but if you want I can lend you money and you can- okay maybe not," he chuckles after I scowl furiously at him. I won't even accept money from my own family, and he expects me to take his?
"Okay, now I want to know what's gotten you all red and squirming," he teases, placing both fists under his chin.
"I'm not red and squirming," I lie, fully aware that I am and he laughs, a deep throaty laugh.
"Want to try and lie better?"
I roll my eyes ,but decide to play his game. I stand up from my side of the booth and sit at his side, then I run my hand up his leg, just far enough to tease but not enough to please him. Leaning down, I run my tongue along the outline of his jaw, just like I imagined, and Peeta stifles a groan and hardens instantly at my touch.
"I was thinking about doing that," I murmur seductively in his ear, my teeth grazing his lobe. "And other things, that would be very frowned upon if I did them in public,"
"Do you have any idea the effect your words have on me?"
Peeta twists his body and holds my face in between his hands, running his thumbs over my cheeks then crushes his lips against mine, stealing all the air from my lungs. Peeta stops our kiss and I glance up at his and see that his brows are knitted together, deep in thought.
"What's wrong?" I ask, making tiny circles with my thumb on the back of his hand.
He licks his lips and looks straight into my eyes, holding me in place with just his cool gaze.
"What made you change your mind? About me and you?" He says carefully as if any sudden movement or word could make me run for the hills.
I shrug, tugging the end of my braid.
"I'm not very good at explaining how I feel, but..." I take a deep breath. "All my life, I-I've always tried to piece together the broken parts of my family ever since my father died and along the way I guess a lost a piece of myself. But when I'm with you, it feels like it wasn't lost or missing, it was just sleeping, waiting for you. Yeah, I know it's not exactly the best explanation but-"
My rambling is silenced when Peeta kisses me, holding my face in his hands. Then he presses his lips on my forehead lovingly andsmiles.
"Everything is a lot less shittier when we're around each other," he murmurs.
I chuckle, pushing his hair away from his eyes.
"Plus, the sex isn't all that bad,"
He raises his brow and smirks, just the way that I love. I have to restrain myself to not jump him right here and now. Peeta is about to say something when he is cut of by the ringing of his phone.
"Gale, dude, I'm not doing that. The guys are gonna have to find someone else... I don't care if they voted, tell them to vote again... No... I'm not-..." he snorts and I can feel him rolling his eyes, a nasty habit that he learned from me. "Low blow man, but fine, whatever, if you can get Mockingjay to agree to that shit, I'll do it"
"Do what?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.
"Wait, let me put him on speaker," the screen on his phone lights up and he presses the speaker icon. "You can start grovelling now, Gale,"
"Shut up, Peet," Gale says, to his cousin mockingly, "You know about the couples party at Delta Tau? Right Katniss? The one Peet said he'd take you to?"
I hum in acknowledgement and he carries on.
"Well, last night we had a meeting and the guys all decided that it would be best to have it this weekend, tomorrow night to finish off Greek Week-"
"Greek Week?" I look up at Peeta and he just shrugs.
"Yeah a series of games that each frat and sorority houses takes part in? One of Peeta's fights this week was part of it,"
"Peeta didn't tell me about that," I scowl at him but he just grins and goes back to playing with my hair.
"Of course he didn't. Anyway, last night the guys also decided that since Halloween is on the same day, we should do a haunted house theme and but since it's Greek week and we're Greekfraternity there has to be two Greek guys at the doors to greet everyone and guess who made the cut?"
"No way!" I laugh, slapping Peeta on the arm playfully. "Wait, but you said two guys? Who's the other?"
"That's the funny part, Finnick is the guy. I guess they said as punishment for being dicks the two of them have to do this plus frat brothers are supposed to be like brother and all that shit"
"Hmm, that does sound like a good idea," I mutter, feeling Peeta's gaze bore into the side of my head but why wouldn't it be? It would give Peeta and Finnick to bond, I hope, and I get to see him dressed in a Greek god outfit. It's a win-win situation.
"Oh, but there is a catch!" Peeta chuckles, going back to playing with my hair.
"What catch?" I ask slowly, scowling at Peeta's shit-eating grin.
"It's still a couple's costume, Katniss," I hear Madge from the other end of the phone, talking to me as if I'm an oblivious child. "Therefore you need to wear couples costumes. What Peeta wears, you have to match,"
"No," I said flatly. There is no way I'm wearing a robe or whatever the hell it is. On Peeta it would look beyond hot but on me, I'd be lucky if I manage to pull out a decent.
"Ah-ha! But you already said you were going! You've given yourword," Madge gets closer to the phone then slyly adds, "And you know that once you say something you can't go back on it"
I grit my teeth and close my eyes. She's right, if there is one thing I do is keep my word, one of the reasons why I went through withPeeta's bet. Not that I regret it.
"But it's tomorrow and tonight I can't go out so-"
"So nothing, I knew you'd say that, that's why I bought it for you just five minutes ago. You can thank me later. Now gotta go, see ya, toddles!"
She hangs up the phone without waiting for a reply and I huff out in irritation. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even friends with this woman, then I remember what she's helped me through.
...
Plates and cutlery clash as I bust around partons, dodging them as they push out their chair or walk towards me. A couple of fries fall from the plate when a college student stands and I dodge around them. With a huff of frustration I set down the table's orders in front of them on the table.
"So that's french fries, two cheese burgers, one without onion, and a vanilla shake?" I ask, pointing at the meals.
"Uhh, where's my salad?" A whinny, nasal female asks, her nose so high it looks like she's trying to sniff something out.
"I can't remember you asking for it..." I mumble, reaching inside my apron and pulling out my notepad and shit, she did order it. "I'm sorry it's-"
"Right here," Annie says sweetly, placing the girl's salad on the table.
"Dressing on the side, onions sliced thinly and absolutly no spinach?"
"Of course," is all Annie replies with a kind smile whereas I would've flipped her the finger with the way she talked all high and mighty.
"Thanks," I smile, my shoulders sagging as we walk away. Sae was right, tonight was busy, orders were flying all over the place and more than few rowdy and high maintance patrons to deal with and we still have two hours left until we close for the night.
"It's okay, I got your back newbie," Annie giggles and pulls her high ponytail tighter. "It gets easier to deal with nasty costumers as time goes on and Fridays are our most packed nights so tomorrow it will be a whole lot calmer"
"Thank god,"
We both laugh and go to tend the other tables waiting on their orders.
Annie is Sae's great-niece. She's got a petite figure like me and big green eyes with long wavy bronze hair, framing her tan pixie like face. From the little time I've spent with her tonight, I've already learnt to like her sweet and kind personality. It's a nice change from all of my loud, fiery friends.
"Isn't he just the sweetest guy you've ever met?" Annie gushes like a sixteen year old, eyeing her first crush. I follow her line of sight and scowl once I see who she's crushing over.
"He's bad news, Annie, you can do better,"
"Better than Finnick Odair is impossible," she sighs, smilling to herself and I roll my eyes.
"He's a jerk and a player who's slept with more than half of the girls on campus,"
"Katniss, no offense," she says slowly, biting her lip. "But isn't Peeta Mellark like that?"
"He was like that but he's changed," I mutter, knowing where she's going with this and not liking it t all. Is Peeta in a way, like Finnick?
"Exactly, and so has Finn, he even asked me to be his date to the couples party at the Delta Tau House, which totally means we're officially in the girlfriend/boyfriend realm," she blushes, again like an innocent school girl placing her hands on either side of her face.
"You're crazy," I mutter, wiping down a table after the costumers leave.
"If I am then so are you!" she sing songs, then stops and looks wide eyed at me. "Oh crap! I still haven't bought my costume for the party!"
"Peeta is going dressed the same as Finnick and my friend picked out my costume, if you want I can ask her to get you one too?"
"You'd do that? Really?"
"Yeah, sure, let's say I'd be paying you back for saving my ass from that nasal bitch earlier on,"
I pull out my phone and tap a quick text to Madge.
Katniss: Hey Madge, my friend needs a costume just like mine for the party tomorrow night. Think you can get her one? She's my size.
I receive a reply almost immediately.
Madge: Sure, I'll get it tomorrow morning:)
Katniss: Thanks
"She said its all good and that she'll get it for you tomorrow,"
"Thank you so much, Katniss," she hugs me and I stiffen, not sed to my friends showing such affection towards me the I relax and hug her back. "Okay, now let me kick some butts out of here so we can close this damn diner already!"
…
By pure luck, I get the morning shift at the diner the next day. I reluctantly untangle myself from Peeta and his warmth, and drag myself out of the apartment. Annie drives me to the diner so I don't have up wake anyone in the house. The morning goes by uneventful, we mostly get families and a few workers come in for breakfast. I spend most of my time cleaning sauce bottles and wiping down tables, occasionally getting an order or two.
At noon, Madge arrives with Annie's costume along with Gale and Peeta. They have brunch and wait around for my shift to finish, making everything much nosier but so much more enjoyable. I hang up my apron and say goodbye to Sae when the clock strikes two, jumping on the back of Peeta's Harley and speeding off to the apartment.
Once we get there, Peeta doesn't give me a change to even breathe before he's shoving books in my face and noting down important facts. After what seems like a lifetime of whining, he finally lets me off the hook and I hop straight into the shower, locking the door behind me to make sure Peeta doesn't try to sneak in with me. I would love nothing more than to have him in here with me, but I stink of syrup and coffee, and I am feeling anything but sexy at the moment. With a towel wrapped around my body and one around my hair, I step out of the bathroom and am immediatelyassaulted by Peeta's soft kisses.
"Damn, you smell so good," he purrs against my skin, trying to tug the towel away from my body.
"Thank you, but I'd like to be appreciated from afar," I laugh, pushing at his chest.
"Mockingjay, I had to wake up without you in my bed, I need to feel you, now"
"I know, but later, I promise"
With a cheeky wink, I walk around him and pull out something else I asked Madge to get that morning, which made my skin nearly catch fire but the look on Peeta's face is totally worth it. I drop the towel so it pools at my feet and slip on the very white, lacy and see through lingerie and watch as his eyes cloud over with lust.
"Shit," he utters in a breath. "I don't think I can wait until tonight with what you're wearing right now"
"Well you're gonna have to, Rabid Mutt," I tease, unwrapping the towel from my hair. "We all need to get ready and Thom specifically asked m to make sure you're there on time."
"Is this what girlfriends do? Because if it is I'd like a refund," he mopes jokingly, flopping on the bed.
I grab one of my flats from the floor and chuck it at him.
"Refund my ass! But your ass? You can drag it in to the shower."
"Yes, mom."
Peeta sluggishly stands from the bed and trails to the bathroom but pops his head around the door only seconds later.
"Tonight, you better be ready"
Rolling my eyes, I blush. I've been ready since I woke up to him beside me this morning.
I pull costume over my head; it's a white sleeveless dress with a gold band that encircles my waist. A cape shaped like material is sown onto the back of the dress that goes down to just above the hem line that flows at mid thigh length. Both corners of the cape are clipped at either wrist with golden bracelets, making it look like I have wings when I lift my arms. The whole thing is topped off with a golden Laurel Wreath, an intricate gold band that I push up past my elbow and brown knee high gladiator sandals. My hair is in a simple wide side braid and a couple loose curled locks of hair, and I keep my makeup to a minimum, with just a couple flicks of mascara and gloss.
I stand in from of the mirror and smile at myself. Not too bad Everdeen. Well, most of the credit does go to Madge for having an eye for beautiful things and Google for showing me how theseGreek Goddess were supposed to look like.
"What have I done to deserve you, Aphrodite?' Peeta nibbles my ear circling his arms around my waist.
"You look pretty dashing too, Adonis."
I turn in his arms and tug at the blue and gold sash, Delta Taucolors that hang from one shoulder to the other hip, kept together by a golden string. Straightening his Laurel Wreath, I step back and look at both of us in the mirror and laugh. He does sort of look like Adonis and I could pull an Aphrodite with him at my side...
"Peet! Don't forget you have to be there earlier than everyone else tonight!" Gale reminds him from the other side of the door.
After one last long kiss, we weave our hands together and walk out into the living room. As soon as Peeta sees Gale in his costume, he throws his head back and starts laughing until he can't breathe.
"Holy fuck!" He guffaws, wiping the tears from so much laughter. "I knew you guys were into some kinky shit but... Holy fuck!"
Madge's costume is Goldilocks and poor Gale is one of the bears. Whereas Madge looks hot in her puffy, short white and blue dress, bright red lips and golden curls, Gale looks hilarious shirtless with a fur overalls, bear paws and cute bear ears. No wonder Peeta is red and wheezing from laughing so much, I'm having a hard time controlling myself.
"Peeta, dude, you're in a dress and sandals," Gale sneers, wiping the smirk clean off his cousin's face.
"You both look adorable together," I compliment mainly Madge as she twirls for me.
"And aren't you two the Greek power couple," Madge winks then links her arm through mine. "When you two have finished with your bickering, you can meet us girls in the car"
When arrive at the House and both Peeta and I, for some reason, are whisked away by Thom who looks giddy in his G.I Joe getup. He tells Peeta what he has to do, which mainly consists of greeting guests by the door and allowing people who are in sorority/frat brothers and their dates in only. Surprisingly, he also has a job for me.
"Maybe you haven't heard because you've just entered PU but Delta Tau is known for their awesome parties and the last one just didn't live up to its expectation. However, the last awesome party I went to was your birthday party," Thom struts over to the kitchen and I follow him, looking around at all the Halloween decorations;spider webs, skulls, fake blood, even a cauldron with dry ice. "And you must be thinking why, Thom? And I'll answer you, Katniss. Because you were the girl on fire with them drinks! Tippin' em back like there was no tomorrow!"
"You know you could've just asked me to get people drunk and I would've said yes," I smirk, taking a shot already set out on the kitchen island. "Without the whole speech."
"You're sounding more and more like Peeta every damn day," he mutters and I laugh, he then tries to leave but I step in his way with my eyebrows raised.
"Where are you going?"
"To set up the bear pong tournament? It's the last Greek Game"
"Not before this," I hold up some fancy looking multi-coloured shot and place it in his hand. "Now chug it, Jock"
He swallows the liquid and makes a face as it burns down his throat, then places the tiny cup back on the counter. Thom winks at me and adjusts his costume before strutting off shouting about getting the party started.
I pull out my phone from the small purse I brought with me and send a quick text to Peeta, who is already outside with Finnick.
Katniss: Made peace with Poseidon yet, Zeus?
With a clip, clop of her heels, Madge makes her way over to me with a bunch of trays pilled on top of each other. She sets them on the kitchen island with a sigh, then grabs a beer from the fridge.
"The guys said to load the shots on the trays," she groans, taking another chug of her beer.
"The guys are asses," I mutter earning a laugh from Madge, who is now taking photos of everyone and everything. She then trots over to me and flips the phone onto the front camera, singing "selfie"before taking a snapshot of us. "I cannot believe you just did that"
"It's like mandatory now to sing selfie when you take a selfie."
"Jesus Christ," I chuckle, placing the shots on a tray, then picking it up. "Are you going to take selfies all night or actually get some people drunk?"
A new message alert begins in my phone and I pull it out to see that Peeta has replied to my text.
Peeta: Yes my Hera. We are currently making lighting storms over the Pacific Ocean.
Peeta: And don't get too drunk, Mockingjay, we still have that thing you promised tonight.
Katniss: Oh don't you worry your pretty little head;)
The music gets turned up as the students start to arrive and Madge and me begin our mission. We hand out drinks to everyone that sets foot in the House and have a couple ourselves, although not exceeding the limit as to get drunk. Once the party is in full swing, Madge decides to do body shots. We call over Finnick, who normally would jump at the chance but declines, shaking his head and wrapping his arm tighter around a stunned Annie. Luckily, one of his teammates of the football team, steps up to take his place. After that and a few more games of seeing who can down the most alcoholic beverages in thirty seconds, everyone is pretty much wasted. Madge and I give ourselves a pat on the back and a high five and go to find our guys.
We spot Gale almost immediately, he's standing at on end of the beer pong table with the ball is in hand, totally in the zone. He takes the shot and the ball bounces on the table and lands directly in the other guys cup causing everyone to erupt in cheers and choruses of "chug" as the guy drinks his beer. Madge saunters over to her boyfriend who was beginning to get surrounded by slutty cops, nurses and pirates then places very long and very noise kiss on him lips, claiming him as her own. I laugh as I watch the girls walk off muttering obscenities about my best friend.
I leave the two at the beer pong and venture out to find Peeta, running into Jo, who looks amazing in a Red Riding Hood outfit. However, instead of carrying a basket full of cakes, she carries what I hope is a false axe. We talk for a bit, well she talks about all her potential hook ups and I agree or disagree, then a guy dressed as a Huntsman comes and whisks he away onto the dance floor, leaving me once again, alone and looking for Peeta.
I finally find him, standing with no one other than Delly. The girl from the hob that was all over Peeta. The one with the glamour model curves, lips and hair that is now wearing a playboy bunny costume and clearly trying to get into my boyfriends pants. That Delly. Images of the two of them grinding onto each other thatnight infiltrate my mind and this unknown anger and possessiveness overtakes me.
Giving myself a once over, I walk up to the both of them with fake confidence.
"I've been looking for you," I stand on the tip of my toes and kiss him deeply, wrapping my arms around his neck, then after a good while, I turn and smile at Delly. "Hey, nice to see you again,"
"You too, Katniss," her eyes flicker over my outfit then to Peeta's and they widen slightly with shock. "You two came to the couple's party together?"
"Yup," Peeta tells her, slinging an arm over my shoulder. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go dance with my girlfriend. See you round, Del"
"Yeah, sure, see ya, Peet," she mutters, still in shock and watches as Peeta walks away with me.
The music thumps loud and I try to let go and enjoy myself but I still can't get over how comfortable Peeta was being around Delly. He's never like that with any other girl but me and for some reason that hits me hard in the stomach. Peeta notices my souring mood and stops dancing, to look right at me.
"You're scowling, why?"
"What? No I'm not,"
Peeta rolls his eyes, smirking.
"Is it because of Delly?"
"What? Definitely no," I lie through my teeth, pretending to be busy fixing my dress.
"Bullshit, Mockingjay, why don't you like her?"
"I dunno, Peeta, maybe because last time I saw the two of you together you were basically dry humping and swapping saliva," I blurt out, surprising myself with how honest I am with him.
"So basically, your jealous?" He holds his hands up before I can object. "If it makes you feel better, I have known Delly since I was a kid, she's like a sister to me... A sister that I occasionally had sex with,"
"Oh yeah, that makes it a whole lot better, Peeta"
Chuckling, he pulls me into his arms and nibbles my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
"I only have eyes for you, my little Mockingjay," Peeta whispers in my ear, then moves his lips to mine and kisses me sweetly. His hand travels up my dress, cupping my ass and I gasp.
"Peeta! We're in public, at a party!"
"Okay, so lets go home then."
"Just a couple more songs and we'll go"
And after those couple more songs, I look around the House, everyone seems to be having a good time, I've spoken to the majority of my friends and had a couple drinks then danced. I guess it's acceptable to leave now. As if right on cue, Madge appears near me with a very drunk and unstable Gale beside her.
"How much did you guys drink?" She asks, looking at the empty cup in Peeta's hand.
"Only like two or three cups of beer, why?" Peeta replies, prying a beer out of Gale's hand.
"Because Gale is completely over his limit after winning the beer pong and having a "couple" of victory drinks"
"Baby, I'm fine!" Gale slurs, trying to kiss his girlfriend but with one small nudge from her, the six foot something guy nearly falls over.
"Of course you are Gale Bear," she coos him trying to keep him up right and Peeta goes straight to help her.
We finally gather our things and manage to get Gale into his truck after much pleading and pushing. We stop a couple of times for him to colour the floor with his contents but make it home in one piece. Peeta helps heave the man bear up the stairs and into his room and leaves the rest to Madge.
As soon as we walk into his room, he kicks the door shut to instantly press me against it. His hands roam all over my body, caressing and squeezing in all the right places earning soft sighs and high pitch moans from me. I place my hands on his hips and pull them closer to me, feeling how hard he is for me and only me. My finger nails dig into his hips as his lips capture mine,inducting a new kind of love that I've never in my life felt.
I untie the golden string that holds is outfit together and bunch the white cloth in my hands, pulling it off his body, desperate to feel his skin under my hands and throw it in some direcion. With one hand, Peeta cups my ass, his fingers digging into me in the most delicious way and with the other he holds the back of my thigh, lifting it around his waist. He pushes his hips into me and I gasp when his cock presses just right in my desired spot.
"I want you so bad," he growls in my ear, and I take off the golden bracelets holding my cape in place so he can lift the dress over my head along with my bra.
His hand leaves my ass and copies the other, lifting my other thigh to his waist. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and kiss him with all my want. Peeta's hands fly to my breasts after he sets me down on his desk and he begins his merciless actions making the wetness in my legs pool, probably ruining my panties forever. Not that I care.
Lowering his lips, Peeta lavishes my nipple with his tongue and tweaks the other with his fingers. I run my hands through his hair and arch my back, to give him more access. I snake a hand between our bodies and into my drenched panties, in search of the bundle of nerves that pulses with want but as soon as he realises what I'm doing, Peeta pulls my hands above my head, restraining them.
"No," I groan as my throbbing clit gets unbearable.
"You made me wait, now you're going to wait," He murmurs against my breast and I nod frantically, praying for him to give me release I so need. "I want to hear you, Mockingjay, I want to hear you beg"
"Please, Peeta," the words escape my lips before I even have a change to process them. "Please"
"Come on, Mockingjay, you can do better," Peeta smirks then twists my nipple making me scream in pleasure. "Do you want this or not?"
"Please Peeta! I can't- I can't take it anymore!" I beg, not the tiniest bit ashamed. "Peeta, please"
"I fucking love it when you say that"
He pushes my panties down my legs and runs a finger between my thick folds, spreading the moisture.
"Oh god, you're so wet," he exhales before pushing my legs apart and kneeling between them.
I lay my back on his desk and feel Peeta pepper kisses on the inside of my thigh. Parting my folds with his thumbs, he flicks my clit with his tongue and my legs spasm at the simple action.
"Peeta! Oh! Please!" I scream, wanting more, wanting my release.
He chuckles and pushes two fingers inside of me, curling them and hitting just the right spot.
"You want this?" He murmurs, the vibrations doing wonders to me. "Or this?"
A wave of pleasure hits me dead centre when Peeta sucks the thumping bundle of nerves and a feral scream escapes my mouth.
"Oh, fuck, yes! Both! I want both!" My hands find their place in his hair and pull him closer to my centre, urging him on.
With another chuckle, his fingers go back to work, pushing me closer and closer over the edge and when his mouth comes into action, my eyes roll into the back of my head. With his expertise flicking, sucking and nibbling, soon my back is arched off the island as I come hard with a guttural moan.
I lay panting and sweating, still riding on the aftershocks of my orgasm when Peeta lifts me with one hand under my knees and another behind my back and carries me into his bedroom.
"You think I'm done with you?" He smirks, dropping me on the bed and making me squeal.
"I hope not, because I know there are things that I want to do with you," I murmur, sitting up and hooking my fingers into the waist band of his boxers to pull him closer.
Very slowly, I run my index finger along the prominent bulge and Peeta shivers at my touch. I push down his underwear and let them pool at his ankles. Allowing his hardness to spring free, my eyes widen at his impressive, thick length. I guess I mustn't had been paying attention that night because I cannot remember it being this big.
Without further anticipation, I wrap my hand around his cock and begin pumping, slowly. Peeta gasps, clenching his fists at his sides, unsure what to with them. Then, with determination, I trace the length of his dick with my tongue, from base to tip, covering it in moisture to finally take him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue over his tip, tasting his salty precum.
"Fuck, Mockingjay, your mouth feels so good," Peeta groans, finally weaving his fingers through my hair.
"Mmhhm," I moan onto his dick and Peeta trembles at the vibration.
I start bobbing my head up and down, taking as much as him as Ipossibly can and with what I can't I let my hand pump. Peeta grunts, jerking his hips forward and I push him away, holding him in place so that his length doesn't hit the back of my throat again.
"I'm gonna come," he pants, holding my head still but I carry on sucking, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue over his tip. "No, stop"
I pull back with a pop when my mouth leaves his hot cock and scowl at him, his rejection and request for me to stop hurting me.
"Isn't that the point? For you to come? Or wasn't that good?"
Smirking, he leans down to kiss me.
"Yes, that is the point, and no it wasn't good. It was fucking amazing, but I want to come inside you," Peeta pulls me up and grabs me around the waist then flings me on the bed as if I weigh nothing more than a sack of flour. "Inside your soaking pussy"
My heart jumps at his dirty words and my arms snake around his neck, pulling him down to claim him with my mouth. But just as quick, I break our kiss and a blush spread across my face. There's something I need to ask him before we do anything, something that I have to be sure of.
"Peeta? I-I know you always use protection and I know that usually keeps you safe from things but I need to make sure, that y'know, I'm safe if we-"
"I'm clean, Mockingjay," he chuckles, sitting back and pulling his bedside table draw open. "See?"
He holds up a letter in his hand and as soon as I see the clinic stamp on the top right corner, I know what it's about.
"When?"
"About three weeks ago, I just wanted to make sure that if anything did happen between us, not that I expect anything, that you would be safe from, well, the consequences of my bad habits," Peeta chuckles and places the letter back inside the drawer and pulls out a condom.
"Well aren't you the thoughtful one?" I giggle, pushing his hair back so I can look into the deep blue of his eyes that has been consumed by the pure back of his pupils, feeling smug at his precaution.
"I have my moments," he grins, kissing the tip of my nose. Peetarips the packet open and slides the protection over his dick in one swift movement the settles between my legs.
"If it hurts, you tell me straight away," He says with a certain authority in his voice, making me even wetter as I nod eagerly.
He drags his tip along the inside of my sex, using my moisture the pushes into me with carefulness and it's like I'm whole again. It hasn't even been twenty four hours but, oh how I've missed him inside me. Peeta's slow thrust are the fuel to the fire that burns inside of me but I want more, I need him deeper.
I roll us over so that I'm straddling his hips and he's laying on the bed. He places his hands on my hips and smiles at me, encouraging me to go on. I experiment lifting my hips up and down and find that in this position, he is so much deeper inside of me and the feeling is overwhelming. I moan and grunt when Peeta meets my movements with perfectly executed thrusts. Sitting up so that our faces are almost touching, he holds my face in his hands and kisses me with fiery passion that I've never experienced before. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades and drag them over his toned biceps.
"You're so perfect, Mockingjay," he whispers between hushes kisses. "So perfect and mine"
With that last word, Peeta lays me back down and brings his fingers to my centre, spurring me to my climax. His thrusts become harsh and deep, generating sweet moans of pleasure from my core and along with his skilled finger work, I am soon gasping for air when my orgasm hits me hard, turning bones into mush. However, Peeta continues his relentless pounding, awakening me from my post-orgasm daze and my hips meet his automatically, even through my fatigue.
"Let go, Peeta, come inside me," I murmur, breathless and sweaty.
"No," he grunts, slamming into me even harder then bringing his lips once again to my erect nipple.
I squeeze my eyes shut as all the different sensations overwhelm me; the thrusting, the precise attention to my swollen centre, his mouth on my breasts. Sure enough, I can feel the coil in my abdomen and my legs going stiff as my third orgasm approaches.
"I'm going to- ahh!" I squeal, feeling tremors run through my body when my climax comes unexpectedly and not soon after that, with one final groan, Peeta finds his release. The both of us pulsing and panting around each other, feeling the after effects ofour love making.
Peeta pulls out of me then throws the used condom in the trash. He comes back instantly and rolls us again, so that I'm laying on top of him. His hands trace my back, tickling me and sending a grin to my face. A calm and happiness blooms in my chest and in that moment I feel so loved, so open that the words start spilling from my mouth before I even realize.
"My dad used to tell me that he could be in a room full of people, in a crowd full of thousands but when he would see my mother, everyone would just vanish and it would feel like it was just the two of them in the whole universe," I whisper, snuggling closer to Peeta's chest as he pulls the sheets around us. "My mother used to say the same thing, she'd tell me how she loved him more than anything in this world and since I was so young, I didn't think too much about it"
I take a deep breath as I acknowledge what I'm about to do. This is the first time I've ever spoken to any one other than my family and therapist about my past.
"So when one day when one of his friends from the fire brigade came to our home and told us that my daddy was in a building that exploded into ashes, you could understand what it did to her. I was only ten and Prim was seven but we understood that it was hard for her, because it was hard for us. But after a year, when your mom continues to miss work and just remain frozen, staring at nothing and you haven't ate properly in a while, the comprehension you had soon vanishes and you have to grow up pretty fast."
A couple of tears escape from my eyes but Peeta only holds my tighter, knowing that I'm not finished yet.
"So, one day after school, I took my little sister's hand in mine and walked over to my Uncle Haymitch's house, where I stood, dirty and famished, asking for his help." I smile at the memory, I can still remember his shook and the alcohol wafting from his breath. "He took me and Prim in at once, sobering up enough to raise us as his own kids. Uncle Haymitch is a very wealthy man, so we had were pretty spoiled, I even had Madge Undersee as my best friend. I had everything but a mother. So we tried to help her, sending her food, cleaning the house, even got her a doctor, Dr Aurelius. He managed to nurse my mother back into living and not just existing. Of course, mother refused to move out of her house but she visited us and had dinner with us and even went to Prims ballet recitals, she did have some moments where she would stare blankly at the wall but even then, I thought everything was going to be okay."
Now that I've let a couple of tears fall, I can't stop ther others now streaming down my face.
"I was never so wrong in my life. She began acting weird, always asking me for money. Then she started to bring all these different men home, to my father's home but again, I was young and stupid, I didn't think too much about it," I spit through my teeth, mentally berating myself. "As I grew older, I understood why my mother was acting so weird, she was a drug addict. So again, me and my Uncle Haymitch tried to help her, but she just wouldn't let us, no matter how many times I pleaded or shouted, she just didn't care anymore. Lilian was just a shell of herself.
"I eventually grew tired of trying to help her and gave up but not my Uncle, well not until she tried to steal from him after she blew the allowance he gave her monthly on drugs and alcohol. That was also the day that my mother hit me, I kicked her out of the house and out of my life and swore that if I ever saw her again, I would make it my life's mission to get her locked up. Since then I haven't seen or heard from her once," I chuckle humorlessly and look up at Peeta. "And now you know my life story and why I'm so damaged."
I go to laugh again but this time it doesn't work. Instead I sob, I sob and I sob until the tears that I've been holding back for eight years came back in an untameable force, turning my sobbing into wailing.
Peeta holds me, kissing my hair and catching my tears as I continue to cry for what seems like a good ten minutes. Once, I'mout of tears, Peeta lifts me and takes me to his shower, turning it on over the both of us. He washes me, placing soft kisses on my shoulder, nose and forehead but never taking it further. Then wraps a towel around my body and another around his waist. I remain numb as he pulls one of his shirts over my head, the lays me on the bed after pulling on a pair of boxers.
He kisses me once more, this time on my lips and the numbness leaves my body, like a weight off my shoulders. Peeta's strong arms pull me closer to him and protect me from the world as I begin to swim through the realms of unconsciousness.
"Don't ever leave me," I mumble, barely able to keep my eyes open.
"I will always be here as long as you want me. Always."