This is so awkward and it isn't supposed to be. She's in nothing but her bra and underwear and I'm in nothing but my boxers. She isn't touching me and we aren't speaking, just laying here.
She exhales sharply and sits up. "What the fuck, Peeta?" she snaps.
"What?" I ask.
"We're moving in together and we can't even be alone together without it being awkward." She says.
"I'm sorry." I apologize.
"Why are you sorry?" she demands.
"I don't know." I answer honestly. She laughs quietly and scoots closer to me and throws her right leg over me and sits down right on my groan. I find my dick reacting immediately. She stares at me and I know she feels it.
I grit my teeth as my hands ache to release her from her bra.
No way, Peeta, you said to let her make the first move.
She's staring at me with such intensity. Her blond hair is cascading her down back in soft waves. She isn't very bothered by it anymore. Any signs of makeup are erased from her face and she looks so beautiful, her gray eyes ashy. Slowly, she reaches behind her and her bra comes loose. Her eyes never leave mine as she slides her bra down her arms and tosses it onto the floor.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! That counts as a move, right? Right?
She's reading every single thought in my head and processing the looks on my face, figuring out exactly what I am thinking. My mind stops functioning as my hands slide up her baby smooth sides, coming to a stop right below her breasts. She shifts on top of me and leans down to capture my lips with hers, in an extremely slow, passionate kiss.
Okay, that is definitely a move.
…..a…..
I watch her as she sleeps. The blankets are only covering from both our waists down; her head is on my arm and she's pressed against my side without a single article of clothing covering either of us. Her hair is all over the place and she looks incredibly beautiful, her hand in a fist right over my heart. Her lips are parted slightly and her chest rises and falls slowly in an even pace.
She's so incredibly beautiful. She moves her head around my arm and takes a deep breath and slowly, her eyes open, and I know the first thing she sees is my eyes. She looks down at the state both of us are in and her cheeks flush. "Hi…" she whispers.
"Hi," I pull her closer to me.
"I love you." she shifts to give me a kiss. "I'm gonna go and take a shower. Finals tomorrow." She sits up and stretches, her arms above her head, a big yawn escaping her lips.
"I forgot about finals." I admit. Her eyes widen and she stares at me.
"Have you studied at all since school Thursday?" she asks.
I hesitate. "No…" She grabs her phone off the bedside table and does something, handing it to me. "I have a picture of every page in every textbook on there."
KATNISS'S POV
I go and take a shower. I study silently in my head and think real hard about everything I could possibly need to know. I've got down Chemistry and Calculus and English four pretty good. I've got down gym and I've got down Creative Writing. I've basically got everything down, the one class I really need to focus on is Government. I know my shit in that class but there is some things I forget about it.
I shut the water off and get out. I wrap a towel around myself and stare at myself in the mirror.
"Hey Kat?" Peeta calls.
"What?" I call back. A second later, he's right outside the door.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
"Yeah," I reply. The door opens and he's in his boxers.
"Who's this?" he asks. He hands me my phone and I see Gale Hawthorne. He's my cousin. He's the only person that doesn't live in Maine.
"That's Gale." I reply.
"How do you know him?" he asks.
I guess it does seem suspicious, because he's got me wrapped in a hug.
As a matter of fact, he lives in Florida and I haven't really seen him since I was twelve. "He's my cousin." I reply.
"Does he live in Maine? How come I've never seen or heard of him?"
"No, he lives in Florida the last I heard. Peeta I haven't seen or talked to him since I was twelve…and even then I really didn't talk to him, just kind of ignored him telling me to get better-what are you going through my pictures for anyways?"
"I wasn't, I was trying to find the Chemistry book and I scrolled up too far and well…I got curious…" he quickly explains.
"Okay…well I really need to go home and study."
"Okay, I'll call a cab." He says.
…..a…..
I have my notes for every class and I'm dressed for school. I've made a huge breakfast for myself because I really need to think for this. Today is only my fifth period exam. I'm in shorts and a light yellow tank top and a black and why letter jacket. I shovel breakfast and shout goodbye to my entire family because they're all early birds and walk out the door. I have my hair braided. I speed to school and get there a half hour early on purpose and I sit down at my table and study has hard as I can. I barely look up at anyone. "No kiss?" Peeta asks. I kiss his arm without looking up from my textbook. I'm enveloping myself in Chemistry today because that is fifth period. "That doesn't count." He whines. I kiss him on the lips and go back to my textbook. "You need to relax." He says, massaging my shoulders. "Your eighteen years old and you're going to have a heart attack from stress." I wave him off. He stops massaging my shoulders and I sigh, wishing he still was. "Yes or no?" he asks. I nod. "So you're not talking?" he asks. I ignore as he kneads the knots out of my shoulders.
"Brainless, your boy works in a fucking bakery and he knows how to knead. Why hasn't he played with your damn tits yet?"
"She's right." Finnick says.
"He has now both of you shut the hell up." I snap.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you guys had sex?" Thresh asks. Peeta's grip gets slightly tighter.
He really doesn't like Thresh. "That's none of your business." I reply.
"Oh come on Brainless, at least give us something. Was it gentle? Frantic? Loud? Did you scream his name?"
"Dammit Johanna!" I snap. "Yes to the first one, no to the second one, yes to the third one and yes to the forth one, now shut the hell up so I can study."
"Are you on the pill?" She asks. Peeta's hands freeze for a second as both of us remember that we forgot to use protection.
"Are you?" Peeta asks; panic etched in this voice.
"Yes. God dammit you all are pissing me off. I'm trying to fucking study for the fucking test!" I slam my book closed and stand up, pick up my book and storm out of the cafeteria.
PEETA'S POV
I follow her. She sits down at a bench in the dark and gets her phone out and uses it as a flashlight to study. "Kat," I sit down next to her.
She drops her head onto the book. "Peeta," she begins quietly, trying her best to hold back a bipolar attack. "I love you but go away."
"I love you too. I don't want to go away."
"Well in can't fucking study if-" she cuts off after beginning to scream at me. Then she starts crying. This isn't an angry attack; this is a breakdown from the stress. "I'm sorry!" she cries. I pull her into a tight hug. "I don't want to be a bitch; I just can't help it!"
"It's okay. You can get A's on all your exams, I promise." I kiss her forehead.
