Surprise!
I wrote this is this wonderful thing going on over at tumblr called, prompts in panem. One of the prompts was bound... and yeah. You know I just had to! I need to thank norbertsmom, the amazing notanlslander and most of all smartAlexy. This is the sweet and amazing smartalexy's birthday present! and most of all, all of you who still get excited about my Twisted one shots! I will be doing another "update" this weekend. its the other one shot called, "Its my turn" its been up for a while, but I want to get all of my twisted "stuff" all together. Ohhh! and I'm so very excited to tell you! there is a new one coming out on Saturday by me called, "kink". if you enjoyed this, then you will probably enjoy that! I love you all! thank you for reading my words!
Katniss is in the kitchen, putting the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher when she hears Peeta answering the door. She listens as familiar voices greet one another then a shuffling coming towards her kitchen. She hurries and closes the dishwasher door when she hears a sweet little voice coming up behind her saying, "Kat. Kat. Kat."
She smiles at the little girl who has baby fine curls are a lighter shade of red than her father's is, but has the sea green eyes of her mother. Those eyes are the very ones seeking her out right now. She crouches down, holds out her arms for her and says, "Gracie, Gracie, Gracie."
The little one grins and continues toddling towards her. When she reaches Katniss, she throws herself at her adopted aunt, trusting that the adults in her life will always be there to catch her. Katniss swoops her up, and kisses the top of those sweet baby curls. Gracie meanwhile is returning the hug, even patting Katniss on the back. She shifts the baby to her hip and asks, "Where are your parents, sweetie?" Gracie answers her with a jabber. "Well, let's go see if we can find Daisy and Violet. I bet they are waking up from their nap-"
Peeta enters the kitchen with a twin on each hip. When Gracie spies her little friends, and they see who their mother is holding, the kitchen echoes with excited squeals. Peeta nods towards the living room, and Katniss follows him.
Katniss and Peeta set down the little girls. Gracie goes straight to the toy box under the window, while Daisy crawls after her and Violet, who just started walking after their birthday last week, trails after them on still unsteady legs.
Katniss sits on the floor beside the girls who are starting to play, and Annie sits down too. Peeta says, "Hey, I'm going to show Finnick something. We'll be right back."
Annie looks at her questioningly, and Katniss shrugs. "I have no idea. How are you?"
Annie grins. "I'm ok." Before she can say anything else, Gracie starts bringing blocks over to them. Daisy and Violet come and sit in between them, and soon the sounds of playtime echo through the house.
Peeta and Finnick come back, both wearing huge grins. Peeta walks right over to Katniss and reaches down. She places her hand in his, and he pulls her to her feet. Not surprisingly, it helps remind her how strong he really is. When he looks at her the way he is right now, she can guess what is on his mind and it makes her weak in the knees. He doesn't look away when he asks, "Are you sure it's ok?"
Somewhere behind her Finnick answers, "Yeah, you two go first."
While she hears Annie asking, "What are you talking about?"
Katniss scowls at Peeta, making her vibrate when he chuckles at her. He is the one who answers, "You and Finnick are going to baby sit for us, and we are going to keep Gracie tomorrow."
Katniss' eyes grow wide. She doesn't say it out loud, but mouths instead, "Are they really?"
Peeta nods at her. She then pulls herself loose and kisses the girls, including Gracie on top of their little sweet smelling heads. She looks at Annie who is grinning at her mix of confusion and excitement.
"Go! I know where everything is," Annie answers before she can say anything. "Have fun," she echoes after them in a sing-song voice as Peeta pulls her out the door.
"Are you sure the girls are ok with Annie and Finnick?" Katniss asks looking around the studio.
Peeta is so intent on what he is doing, he doesn't even look at her but nods. "You know they are fine." He finally looks up at her and cracks a grin. "I'm starting to think that you aren't ready."
She rolls her eyes at him and puts her hands on her hips. "I am always ready for you. I don't think you are ready for me."
He takes a step towards her with a look on his face that even a year ago would scare her a bit, but now, she knows that he is ready to play. He looks down at her naked body, and she knows that when he licks his lips, he doesn't even realize he is doing it. She takes a step closer to him, almost letting her bare chest touch his. He leans forward, so close that only a breath is between them. She can't tear her eyes away from his and closes in that last centimeter of space when he arches back. "You can't kiss me," he softly commands.
She scowls at him and he answers her with a warm chuckle. The sound of the rope hitting the floor reminds her that they are in fact, in the studio for the first time since the twins were born. She crosses her arms over her chest, glad that she can still fit into the leather bikini bottoms and, not for the first time, wishes she had more clothes on. Especially since she still has a little bit of a muffin top and she hopes that it covers her C-section scar. "Can I have a shirt?"
Peeta stops winding the rope through his hands and looks up at her. "What's wrong, Kitten?"
She gives him a weak smile and for the first time since he mentioned that he wanted to take some pictures of her last week, she is having second thoughts. "Let's just play. You don't have to take pictures."
He sets the rope back on his little table and pulls her into a hug. He presses a kiss on her forehead and murmurs, "We don't have to do anything. What's wrong?"
She fumbles over her words, "It's been a while since we've played with ropes and I'm just a little nervous is all."
He lets her go and steps away from her and she immediately misses his warmth. Before she can say anything, he slowly twirls her around. When she faces him again, he gives her that wonderful smile that makes her weak in the knees and says, "I haven't told you lately why I love you." She returns his smile, and opens her mouth to say something, anything, but he continues anyway. "I love the way your eyes light up when you see our children in the mornings. I love the way your voice changes when you wish them good morning, when you talk to them, when you sing to them." He steps closer and his finger drift over her shoulder in a familiar trail down her arm. "Your shoulders are so strong. I have seen you many times carry them, and I think you could carry me if you had to. And I guess you did when we were apart. Somehow, even when you felt like giving up, you never did." He presses a kiss where his fingers just were.
She doesn't even try to blink back the tears that come to her eyes as he continues talking to her, "These arms," he lightly caresses them all the way down to her hands. "These arms can hold the world if they need to. And yet, they are so gentle, gentle enough to hold us close. They not only protect the girls, they protect me." He brings up her hands to his lips and kisses her palms.
"Oh Peeta," she whispers. He claims her lips in a kiss, hushing her before she can say anything else. She loves the way he can still make her feel even after having the girls.
He smiles at her and cups her breasts. "These wonderful," he pauses while he stops to kiss her nipples. "Breasts," he says meeting her eyes again. "Fed and comfort those sweet angels. Not to mention how much I happen to like them," he quips and chuckles when he sees her slight blush.
He runs his hands down her sides, making her giggle. Then he lightly drops to his knees and presses a kiss right under her belly button where he would listen to their Daisy and Violet while they grew inside her. He looks up at her, with hooded eyes. "Inside of you, in this secret place, you kept our babies safe. Even during that short time without me, you did what was best for them."
She runs her fingers through his messy curls and his eyes flutter shut when she lightly scrubs his scalp. He wraps his arms around her hips and nuzzles the top of her bikini right there where that scar is. She tries to guide him somewhere else, but he looks up at her again. He looks at her scar and starts at one end and kisses his way all the way across it. "Is this why you don't want me to take your picture?"
She doesn't think when she says, "I was so much prettier before that scar-"
He stands up quickly and grabs her shoulders gently. "It's because of your wonderful doctor and that scar that we even have the girls, that I even still have you." He gives her a little shake. "It scares me when I think about what life was like even a hundred years ago. I could have lost all of you-"
She shakes off his grip and throws her arms around him. "Oh Peeta! It's not a hundred years ago. It's now, and we are all safe." She leans back and kisses him. He returns her kisses and she can feel her desire gathering in her center. He pulls away for just a moment and she is panting for more. "I need you."
He grins at her. "And I want to tie up my wife." He soberly asks her, "is that ok?"
She smiles and simply nods. His grin returns, and he reaches for the rope again. He twines the rope around her torso, and it slides across her skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake and sends a shiver up and down her spine.
He brings the rope around her and through the valley between her breasts. He ties the knots behind her and then reaches around so he can cup her breasts while he kisses up her neck making her squirm in his arms as he gently flicks her nipples. She groans when he does this, and grinds her hips against his hardness. He bites her lobe and hisses in her ear, "I'm not going to make love to you until you are all tied up about three feet off the floor." His hand trails down, and he easily finds her clit. He just barely touches her there, making her breath oh so ragged.
She feels her knees start to buckle, and he naturally catches her. He kisses the pulse in her neck, which only adds to the pleasure starting to course through her body. "Kitten?"
"Hmmm?" is all she can answer.
"I need you to stand for about five minutes. Then you can relax."
She giggles as she catches on to his meaning. She stands on wobbly legs, and he quickly grabs a skein of rope. The sound of the rope hitting the floor makes her shiver in anticipation.
He loops the rope around her waist, and brings it through her thighs, and her moans are in time with the rope rubbing her sensitive skin. Before she gets totally lost in the sensation of the ties, she runs her fingers through his curls. "I just realized something."
He doesn't look up, or slow down. "What's that, Kitten?"
"This is the first time my husband is tying me up."
That does make him pause and he looks up at her with a smile. "This is the first time I'm trying my wife."
"I love the way that sounds," she murmurs. She feels him press a kiss to her inner thigh before he stands up.
He reaches for another skein and this time when the rope hits the floor, it makes her oh so much wetter than she already was. He weaves it into the rope at her sides. Then he wraps his arms around, bringing her flush against him.
She giggles breathlessly when she feels all of his hardness pressing her in all the right places. Their lips meet, their tongues doing a gentle dance as he picks her up. She doesn't even have to open her eyes to know that he is carrying her to the wooden structure in the corner. The very same one he first tied her on at that workshop so long ago. She breaks the kiss to ask, "Why don't we do workshops anymore?"
He doesn't stop until he gets to the corner. He sets her on her feet, and says, "I thought we were done with ropes. Do you want to do a workshop?"
She shrugs. "I don't know. I mean it would be nice to do one where we help married people who have kids find the time to do this, but it's hard for us to do it, much less try to tell others how to."
He kisses her on the nose. "I love you."
"I love you," she echoes back. "What?"
"Just you being you. Whether you want to admit it or not, you are always trying to look out for others." She hides her face in his chest, feeling the flush crawl up her neck, but she smiles when she feels his chest rumble when he chuckles at her blush. "I also love the way I can still make you blush."
He lets her go, picks up the rope on her left side, and reaches for the eye bolt secured in the beam above her head. "And I love you. You know what I love most about you?" she asks him.
He freezes for a moment and she thinks he is going to look at her, but then he continues tying the rope after a moment. "What?" he asks his voice cracking at the end.
He finishes the knot, and comes around to her right. He still won't meet her eyes, and she wonders where her confident husband went. She stills his movement by placing her hand on his arm. "What's wrong?" he looks worried, and she can no longer go anywhere, so she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her.
"You don't understand do you?" He looks at her confused and she can't help herself when she pulls him the rest of the way to her lips. He accepts her kiss, and eagerly returns it. She pulls away, and looks into his eyes. "You want to know what I love most?" she waits for him to nod. "I love the way you hold me tight in the middle of the night. You are always so warm, I used to have to sleep under three blankets in the winter, but not anymore." He chuckles when she grins at him as she talks. "I love the way you wake me up when you can't sleep anymore. I love the way you play tea with your daughters. I love the way you let them climb all over you. I love the way you gave up everything that you worked so hard for, for your twins. I love the way you hate to get a haircut because you know I love your curls. I love the way you clean the kitchen after yourself. I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you tie me up. I love you."
They hold each other close for a long moment then he steps away from her. She feels the loss of his heat, his hardness, but he whips his shirt off, and then quickly unbuckles his pants. She looks at him, with a little smile on her lips. He leans forward to kiss her again, but before he captures her lips, he growls, "I can't wait any longer."
He picks up her legs, and she grabs ahold of the ropes. She leans back, trusting his ties to hold her. He spreads her legs, and puts one foot on his shoulder, and loops his arms around her knee. She loves to watch him enter her, and she loves to feel him filling her up in all the right places. Slowly he starts to move, and she can feel her pleasure building. It's all she can do to hang on to the ropes when he finds her clit. He starts those maddening circles, and she just knows that he is going to tease her orgasm out of her.
She knows that he has a hold of her legs, so she lets go, and her hands find her breasts. She smirks knowing that she has his attention now. She plays with her nipples, and he speeds up as she speeds up teasing her nipple.
She can feel her muscles start to clench around his hardness, and he shivers in response. She moans when her muscles starts the sweet spasm and she can feel herself coming all over him. He lets go of her clit, knowing that she is super sensitive right after. So he grabs her other leg, and gradually builds his speed, until he comes shouting her name.
Somehow, she still holds on to the ropes, while he collapses against her, resting his head on her breasts. She rests one of her hands on his curls, lightly playing with them while he catches his breath.
She can feel him, still inside of her when he looks up after a minute or two. "That was amazing kitten."
"That was pretty spectacular, if I do say so myself."
He leans back over and kisses each one of her nipples. Then he asks, "I guess you would like to be untied?"
She grins at him. "Only if we can go to your old bedroom and finish this there?"
He smirks and after untying her, he carries her back to his old bed.
It's not that much later when they arrive back at their house, the sun is still out after all. Peeta balances the pizzas and she opens the kitchen door. It's too quiet as they come in, and Peeta sets down the pizzas before he goes into the living room. She follows him, but she already knows that there isn't anyone there.
She motions towards the stairs and he nods. They quietly tiptoe as they go up. It's not until they are at the top that they hear Annie and Finnick talking. The carpet muffles their steps, and they peek into the twin's room. There in the middle of everything is Finnick having what looks like a tea party. Gracie tries to pour, Violet is chewing her plate, and Daisy is trying to feed Annie something off of her fork.
"Thank you, dear. Can I pour you some tea now?" Finnick asks his daughter.
Gracie answers him with the one word no one tried to teach her, "No Dada." She pours him even more imaginary tea. Katniss smiles when she sees her two freeze as they watch their friend. Daisy loudly grunts and Violet looks like she is going to go after the tea pot. Annie has other ideas when she gives them some cheerios instead. They are content to share them until Gracie looks up. "Kat!"
Everyone sitting on the floor looks up. The little girls head their way while the adults stand up. Violet and Daisy crawl over to them, and they each pick up one. Peeta then says, "We brought pizza."
Finnick and Annie, who has Gracie, go on downstairs, while Peeta steals a kiss while little girls watch them. Katniss turns to follow their friends when his touch stops her. "Hey, do you really want to start doing ropes again?"
She shrugs. "Right now, I want pizza. Then its bedtime for littles."
He grins and kisses her again on the nose. "I can handle that."