Rated 'M' for a reason. Mature readers only from here on out.

Chapter 14: Spell

Peeta's POV

Peeta wasn't sure what he expected to have happen as he grabbed Katniss and kissed her, but he certainly didn't expect this.

The tiny shack where they were hidden suddenly felt about ten times smaller as Katniss sighed into his mouth, arching her wet body against his. Droplets of water still slid from their wet bodies as he kissed her, quickly tuning out the sounds of the other counselors in the background. The thing he had been thinking off all day was standing right in front of him, and he wasn't about to pass up a quick moment along with her.

His arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss. She whimpered slightly as his teeth scraped her lower lip, and for a moment he worried he had hurt her in his excitement. Instead, her hands went around his neck and pulled him even closer. Peeta could hardly believe his luck as he moved his lips against hers. They were sill cold from being in the cool water, and he silently cursed and hoped he wasn't being a clumsy kisser.

"Shit!" she whispered, tripping over volleyball. He laughed and kicked it to the side, pressing her up against the shack's wall. He wanted her to stay put for what he had planned – they had to make their brief time alone count. Katniss eyed him from her place, her eyes shining in the dim light.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, shit…um…sorry."

"I can move over here," he offered, trying to push the rest of the junk in the shack to the side. Unfortunately it was full of water volleyball nets, sports equipment, rafts, oars, and just about anything else he could think of. Not the most ideal place for them to be, but it would have to do.

"It's okay, just….just keep doing what you were doing," she laughed in a hushed whisper.

"Seriously?"

She nodded.

Peeta grinned in the darkness and let his mouth find hers. Doing this with Katniss was something out of his fantasies. The girls he usually went for were outgoing, talkative, and popular and made him feel way out of his league. Of course he still thought Katniss was way out of his league, but she at least made herself attainable by being so….uniquely her. Katniss was different, but in a good way. Kissing a girl had never been this much fun – or hot. What was it about her that he couldn't get enough of? e could Suddenly, he could barely remember the name of the girl that had broken his heart during the school year. Katniss was the only thing that mattered.

They couldn't seem to get close enough.

They broke apart breathlessly both of them trying to catch their breath. It made Peeta smile to see her up against the wall, panting and grinning like she wanted more.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked suddenly.

She nodded eagerly. "Yes."

"I saw you get up and walk up here and….I really…really wanted to kiss you."

Katniss stared at him, her smile fading as she realized how serious he was. Her gray eyes met his and she froze.

"Maybe I wanted you to come and kiss me," she replied in the raspy voice he loved.

Peeta felt his cock twitch in his wet swimming trunks. Now it was his turn to be shocked. Katniss leaned forward, tentatively placing her lips back on his. He remained frozen from a mixture of surprise and lust as their mouths connected. Her palm touched his cheek gently, coaxing him back to reality. Peeta felt his lips begin to move in time with hers.

Forward and back, up and down. It was a constant game of give and take, he realized. She would nibble on his top lip, and then touch her tongue to his, and he would in turn suck on her bottom lip and lightly touch his tongue to hers. It was a slow, gentle dance. It was magnificent.

He groaned as he felt his damp swimming trunks start to get tighter. He pulled his hips away from her leg and hoped she hadn't noticed how excited he was – that usually made girls slow down a little, and the last thing he wanted at the moment was to stop. He could still hear his friends down at the dock a splashing and yelling and he didn't want to stop what they were doing for an interruption.

It felt like they were always getting interrupted.

Katniss' tongue timidly swiped at his lower lip, bringing him back to the present. Peeta smiled against her teeth, mirroring her action. Katniss squeaked slightly, but stretched her tongue further to gently touch his. His hands slid up her sides, cradling her cheeks as their tongues mingled together, tasting and exploring.

She just tastes so fucking good, he thought. She moaned softly and let her hands fall to rest on his hips, her fingers kneading his sides as she pulled him closer. Peeta felt himself grow even harder as he realized they were finally alone together and doing what he had dreamt about for days now. Slowly, his hands slid down her neck, over her collar bone, and he tentatively let one hand fall to breast.

He froze momentarily, realizing what he was doing. She was soft and warm and fit perfectly in his palm, but was this okay? He then realized his foot was wrapped up in a volleyball net, making him lurch further forward. She giggled and braced herself as he stumbled slightly before recovering. Rolling his eyes at himself, he hoped Katniss wasn't horribly turned off by his klutziness.

"Um…sorry," he stammered, pulling his hand back. "God I'm such a dweeb," he muttered.

Katniss snorted and grabbed his hand, placing it back where it was. "Peeta, I wasn't complaining. You can…you can touch me."

His eyes flashed up to hers in the darkness, searching to find the steely gray color he loved so much. Katniss snorted to herself quietly as she glanced down at his palm on her breast.

"You're…you're sure? I don't want to make you um…un-uncomfortable," he stuttered, still holding his hand there. Katniss looked up at him again, laughing before quickly pulling him closer.

"I'm not. You make me want to do things I normally wouldn't to do," she whispered. "I don't know why."

Peeta grinned against the darkness as he let his mouth fall down to hers once again. He groaned as she pulled their bodies close again, arching against his hand. If someone would have told him at the welcome meeting last week that he would be feeling up Katniss Everdeen, he would have laughed in their face. Now, just several days later she was moaning and kissing him and actually liking it. Peeta was on cloud nine as his hand cupped her breast. It was full and soft and fit perfectly into his palm. The friction from his hand made the strap of her swimsuit come down and fall beside her arm. He paused his kisses, unsure of what to do. He really wanted more, but would that scare her off? Feeling bold, he pulled it down a little further. Seeing her in the modest, black one-piece instead of some neon, skimpy bikini like the other girls had donned had done something to him. Katniss was private, and closed off. The fact that she was trusting him and allowing him to touch her so intimately turned him on to no end. He was taking a chance and he knew it, but he if he didn't he would only kick himself later.

Katniss gasped in surprise as his hand brushed across her bare breast. He felt her nipple harden against his cool fingers, and he was unable to avoid it any longer. She made a tiny noise into his mouth as he touched her again. His fingers played with her firm tip as he trailed kisses across her cheek and down her neck. Katniss groaned deep in her throat and leaned against the wall of the shack, her breaths quiet but labored.

Holy fuck this is hot, he thought. He pulled lightly on her nipple and flicked it with his thumb before cupping it lightly.

"Peeta," she whispered quietly, gasping slightly. There was that raspy voice again, he thought.

"What was that?" he asked, slowly looking up at her. She blushed in the darkness and looked away.

"Nothing."

He smiled and touched her cheek. They had been having a good time, but the last thing he wanted to do was get caught. "As much as I don't want to, we should probably get back before someone notices we're gone."

Katniss' chest deflated with disappointment. She nodded, her eyes flicking up to his. "You're um…probably right. We should head back."

They stood there awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as Katniss pulled her swimsuit back up and into place. She chewed her lip and glanced up at him questioningly as she brushed her damp hair over her shoulder.

"You go first; you've been gone the longest. I'll wait a minute and then go back. Okay?"

She nodded, pausing at the door. "Peeta, I….I liked that," she said softly, turning around.

His eyebrows shot up his head in pure surprise. "You…you did?"

She laughed and bobbed her head. "Yeah. Um…well don't tell anyone," she quickly added.

Peeta took a few steps forward, reaching his hand up to touch her cheek. "I promise. It's our secret Katniss, I told you." Then, he kissed her lips sweetly and slowly pulled back. "Promise."

They were able to both sneak back unnoticed to the lake party. By the time Peeta jumped back into the water, everyone had forgotten he was even gone, much to his relief. With a smug grin he had gone back to refereeing the chicken matches and chatting animatedly with his cabin mates. Eventually things slowed down and he had watched out of the corner of his eye as Katniss sat on the dock with her legs in the water and talked quietly with Madge. When their impromptu swimming party was over, he found it hard not to stare as Katniss climbed up out of the water and made her way up the dock. She cast a little smile his way before turning back to Madge and Annie.

Peeta trudged back to the cabin with one thought on his mind: Katniss. The campers were arriving tomorrow and he couldn't help but worry that he wouldn't see much of her once they got into the real work of summer. He knew it was selfish to want her all to himself; she needed to focus on working and making sure her little sister had a good time. He understood that. But he had gotten a taste of what it was like to be with her and it wasn't something he would soon forget.

As soon as his head hit the pillow that night he knew sleep would be hopeless. He could still feel the weight of her soft breast in his palm, her taste on his tongue, and the image of her breathless in his mind. Sleep was far away, and his body was begging for attention. With a groan, he realized he would need to do something if he ever wanted to get some peace.

He waited a few more minutes for everyone else to fall asleep before grabbing his things and heading into the shower. The boys' shower was one large, tiled room in the back corner of their cabin. They had an outdoor shower that was just a small shack with a water spout, but he wasn't sure if that was an option this late at night. Peeta made his way to the corner of the shower room and set down his soap and shampoo. Flipping on the hot water, he made a mental note to check that out in the morning. It would be inconvenient, but more private than the bathroom inside the cabin. He wasn't wild about the idea of what he was about to do, but he was too high strung with thoughts of Katniss to do anything else. When he was certain enough steam had filled the white room to at least give him some cover, he dropped his towel and made his way under the hot water.

The hot jets instantly helped calm his buzzing body. Taking his soap, he lathered up his entire frame and took his time rinsing off under the hot streams of water. Letting his eyes fall closed, the first thing he saw were Katniss' gray ones staring back at him.

Well hellooo Katniss, he thought to himself, letting his right hand trail downwards. Keeping one half of his mind trained to listen for sounds of an intruder, he let the other part of his mind focus solely on the chocolate haired vixen in his fantasy. Peeta let out a gasp of relief as he wrapped his hand around himself and found a rhythm. He hadn't had much of a chance for any 'alone time' as he called it since arriving at Camp Panem. Living in a tiny cabin with a bunch of other guys sleeping five feet away didn't make it easy. Getting himself off wasn't something he did every day like some of the other not-so-discreet guys in his cabin, but he had a little extra reason to be worked up that week.

Keeping his eyes closed, he added a little bit of body wash for lubricant and resumed his thoughts of Katniss. His hand stoking up and down felt far more erotic than it ever had in the past thanks to his new inspiration. In his mind, she had her hair down around her bare shoulders. They were sun kissed and flushed, just like her cheeks. Her breasts were pushed up against the dark material of a skimpy tank top. He could imagine the way it would look if there was some skin peeking out the side…..Oh yeah. Side boob. Katniss would rock side boob, he thought. He pictured the way her soft skin felt against his hand. The way she had moaned as he touched her and arched her body against his as they kissed. He briefly imagined what it would be like to touch her other places – would she be as soft there too? He could only imagine what it would be like to do more…

Soon, the Katniss in his mind's eye was writing beneath him, calling out his name in ecstasy. He could almost feel her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her warmth….

With a quiet grunt, he bit his lip and came hard against the tile walls. He gasped and tasted blood as he struggled to keep quiet in the very open shower. With another few raspy breaths, he let his hand fall to his side and his head fall against the wall. The warm water continued to beat down on his back, soothing his frazzled muscles.

Katniss Everdeen had a spell on him – that much was clear. But what was his next step?

Two things: You wanted horny Peeta, so you got him. This chapter went on a little longer that I had planed (Prim and the rest of the campers show up in the next one).

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