Chapter 13-
"Hi." Katniss looked slightly embarrassed when she came into Peeta's house at midnight that night.
"Hi," answered Peeta. He took her jacket and hung it on the hook. "Would you like anything before we go to bed?"
Katniss crossed her arms. "Like what?" She said it like it was a challenge.
"Like a drink of water? A cup of tea maybe?" Peeta chuckled inside, delighted to see Katniss looking all defensive. He was wondering where that sassy, belligerent girl had gone.
She dropped her arms to her sides. "No, thank you."
Peeta leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. "I missed you all day," he said, smiling. "We had such a nice…time." The blush bloomed on Katniss' face, but she didn't reply.
As she followed Peeta up the stairs to his bedroom, he tried again. "You know this morning was so special. I felt very close to you."
"I'll say you were," mumbled Katniss.
Peeta furrowed his brow and two lines appeared in his forehead. At the top of the stairs, in the hallway outside his bedroom, he faced Katniss and took her hands in his. "Katniss, you know how I feel about you. I wish you felt that way about me." When Katniss began to tug her hands out of his, he tightened his grasp and wouldn't let her. "But that's okay, Katniss; it's OK." For now, he thought.
He continued. "Please know that what happened this morning was…unplanned. I want to make sure you know that you could have stopped me at any time and I would have stopped. Your happiness is the most important thing to me; always remember that."
Katniss succeeded in pulling her hands free, only to throw them around his neck and press her lips hard against his. Peeta's first thought was, Wow! Then he wrapped his strong arms around her back, and taking over the kiss, he turned her to the side and bent her over backwards in a long-forgotten dance move he'd seen his Dad do to his mother once when he was little. It was probably the only time he had ever heard his mother laugh.
Now Katniss laughed, too. Peeta swept her up to a standing position, both of them grinning at each other. Her eyes sparkled. His groin twitched and he had the normal reaction to being close to Katniss.
"Peeta," she began, "Thank you for that…what you said." She glanced down at the floor between them. "I know you would have stopped….." Peeta died when she raised her eyes and looked directly into his "…. if I'd wanted you to."
Katniss slipped past him into the bathroom and Peeta stood frozen for several seconds as her words sunk in. Grinning, he opened his bedroom door and suddenly realized he had no clean pajamas. He had messed up his last clean pair that morning! He would have to remember to do laundry tomorrow. He dreaded that chore. He could hear Katniss brushing her teeth in the bathroom; he had brushed his earlier. He had a brief vision of what it might be like to live together, and it was good.
Peeta pulled out a pair of baby blue boxer shorts, put those on instead of long pajamas, and wondered if Katniss would freak out at the sight of his robotic leg fitting into his thigh, looking like it was growing right out from under his skin. He hoped not. Peeta spritzed himself with spicy cologne, and crossed to the window to open it a few inches. It smelled like snow was on the way, but he had to have some air circulating to sleep well. A blast of arctic air came through the open window and gave him goosebumps. This was the sixth night, and Peeta was even more nervous now than he was the first night.
When he turned around, Katniss was standing in the doorway. Her eyes raked up and down Peeta's mostly naked body, and came to rest on the metal leg attached to his left thigh. She drew her eyebrows together and frowned. Then her eyes met his and she smiled. "It's amazing what they can do in the Capitol, isn't it?" she said softly.
Peeta grinned, relief flooding over him. "Yes, they did a good job….see?" he ran to the bed and jumped into it. "As good or even better than the real one." He pushed the covers down on Katniss' side.
Katniss raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement. He watched her turn off the lamp and climb into bed beside him. As soon as her skin touched his, he began to get aroused. He just couldn't help it, especially knowing what he was going to ask of her.
She immediately turned on her side to face Peeta, instead of snuggling under his arm as she did every night. Peeta put his arm over her and caressed the small of her back. They kissed each other at the same time; it was soft and sweet. Then Peeta gave her lips a quick lap with the tip of his tongue, and Katniss closed her eyes and puckered up. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen her do. Of course, he could not refuse her offer and pressed his lips to hers. Passion took over and they moved their mouths over each other's in a dance that got more frantic, their hands rubbing and caressing each other's hair, shoulders, chest, breasts, arms, and face. When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily.
By now, Peeta was fully aroused and his engorged organ let him know it by working its way out of the front hole of his boxer shorts. Thank goodness he had a blanket over him. Katniss squirmed closer to him, pressing her body against his, and Peeta was alarmed when his erection poked her thigh. This time, instead of jerking away, Katniss slipped a hand between their bodies and touched him there. Instantly his cock jumped under her hand. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around the shaft. A moan escaped from Peeta. She answered it with a sexy moan of her own.
This seemed the perfect time to ask her. Peeta laid his hand on her cheek and watched her pupils grow large until there was only a blue-gray rim around them. "Katniss," he whispered, "I can't believe how good that feels….to have you touch me." Her fingers moved up his shaft and over the silky smooth head; it caused Peeta to gasp sharply. "Oh, God, Katnissss," he hissed. Peeta turned onto his back. His erection pointed to his belly button. Katniss snuggled closer and began to caress it under the covers. Peeta closed his eyes and trembled with need. Her cool, soft hand felt so wonderful. And strange, too. He had never had anyone touch him there. His erection throbbed.
"Could you hold it and move your hand up and down the shaft?" he dared to ask. This was what he was hoping to get her to do tonight, and couldn't be more pleased that it had happened so naturally. Katniss never ceased to amaze him.
Without a word, Katniss got up on her knees and threw the blanket off of Peeta. She gasped when she saw Peeta's fully erect penis jump straight up, protruding through the front of his boxers. "Oh my God, Peeta! It's so big!"
Peeta's well-toned abdomen shook as he laughed. "It's not always so big. You see what you do to me?"
"Me?" She raised her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip, and Peeta got goosebumps. "Hmph," she said.
Katniss sat back on her calves, and wrapped her hand around the base of his hard shaft. She moved her hand up until she reached the wider rim of the head. She moved her palm over the swollen head, then she moved her hand back down again. "Like this?" she asked.
"Mmmm, just like that," came Peeta's dreamy reply.
"I want to please you like you did me," she stated. Her hand moved up and down gently caressing Peeta . "It's so warm and smooth," she cooed approvingly.
"You can squeeze a little more and go a little faster," suggested Peeta, his voice low. He really couldn't believe this was happening. All those months of waiting, of wanting…the desire for Katniss had taken over his life. And while this was the best Christmas present he had ever received, it would never be enough. Peeta still had hope that she would love him enough to marry him someday.
Katniss tightened her grip and pumped her hand with purpose. The last thing he wanted to do was stop her, but she was pulling his tender skin with her grip. As Katniss stroked, he sucked air through pursed lips to bear the pinching sting. "Uh…wait, Katniss. Stop…please."'
Katniss immediately let go and it lost some of its hardness. "Oh! I was hurting you, wasn't I? I'm so sorry I don't know how to do this."
"No, Katniss, it felt really good," lied Peeta. "But it will be easier for you and for me if you had some lubrication. I have a bottle of lotion in my nightstand." He blushed. "Would you mind pouring some on your hand?"
Katniss turned around, opened the drawer, and pulled out a plastic bottle of viscous white lotion. She held it up to Peeta. He nodded and smiled. She poured a small puddle into her palm and enthusiastically rubbed it over his growing member.
"Ooo, this is all slippery now..."
Peeta sucked air through his teeth, and let it out with a long moan, when he felt her hand close around his erection. He became dizzy from the intense sensations she produced with each slippery stroke. His eyes fluttered shut, but he forced them open to watch the incredibly sexy image of his love pleasuring him, with the covers off and the lamp light on. She wasn't as efficient as his own hand, but it was so much more exciting, not knowing when she would speed up, slow down, stroke up over the head of the shaft, or twist her hand around him.
Oh, God, Katniss," he breathed heavily, "How are you so naturally good at everything you do?"
"I'm not," she answered, slowing her strokes to answer his question. "I really suck at cooking and sewing."
"I'll never make you cook or sew," replied Peeta, with a smirk.
Then Katniss turned her attention fully on the warm rod in her hand. She seemed aroused herself; her eyes sparkled, her cheeks bloomed with color, her lips were slightly swollen. She found the perfect grip and milked him into ecstasy. Every couple of strokes she went farther and squeezed the tight, swollen head in the palm of her hand. The silky skin of Peeta's hard cock was stretched to its limit. He ached to slide it into Katniss' soft warm wetness. He recalled how hot she was when he had put his finger inside her. Perspiration dotted his forehead, his face flushed with heat. His own lubrication joined with the lotion.
"Do you like this?" whispered Katniss. She began pumping her hand faster, and Peeta thrashed his head from side to side on the pillow, and groaned like he was in pain. She stopped and gasped, "Oh, did that hurt?"
"No, Katniss…don't stop," he whispered in reply.
"But you look like you're in such pain."
"It's not pain exactly," panted Peeta, "More like sweet torture. Remember how you felt this morning? Please …do what you were doing."
His words seemed to give her confidence, and since her right hand was getting tired, she poured a little blob of lotion into her left hand. Switching hands, she started stroking him again. It was a new sensation from the other side.
"Ahhhh, shit that feels amazing!"
With a grin, Katniss stroked him firmly, her hand sliding easily though the lotion. When Peeta started grunting, she switched back to her right hand and began pumping him like before. She squirmed against her calves.
The muscles in Peeta's thighs twitched. "Yes…yes…." Peeta groaned loudly. "God…yes!"
She watched his dreamy face scrunch up with an expression that looked like pain. He began to thrust against her hand, in the opposite direction of her strokes, faster and faster, until he practically rattled the window glass with his groaning cry of exquisite release.
Katniss wasn't prepared for the gush of fluid that shot out from Peeta's quivering cock and some of it hit her on the forehead. She looked startled and slapped his abdomen in admonishment.
"Sorry," offered Peeta, turning very red.
Katniss quickly grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and cleaned her head and then she cleaned Peeta, while he lay still panting. "Is this normal?" she asked.
"Oh, Katniss, don't you know about how babies are made?" teased Peeta, but he couldn't keep the astonishment out of voice.
"Of course, I do!" Her face burned with embarrassment. "I just wasn't aware of…how forceful…."
Peeta burst out laughing. God, she was precious. Then he pushed his penis inside his boxers and grabbed Katniss' arm. Peeta pulled her down to him and she fell on him, chest to chest, nose to nose, and then mouth to mouth, as Peeta showed his love and appreciation for her gift with a passionate kiss.
Katniss turned off the lamp and cuddled next to Peeta. She turned her face up and planted a kiss under his jaw. "Was it good enough, Peeta?"
He smiled sleepily, finally satisfied. "Yes, Katniss, it was fantastic, more than I expected. And I love you for it." There, he said it. Those three words. Did she notice?
She hugged him with one arm, and left it draped over him, but didn't say anything. Two minutes later, Peeta was asleep. In his dreams, he heard Katniss whisper, "I love you, too."