Fair Warning: This story + My writing = Sex Scene in this chapter.
"First, thank you all for coming. You are the very best team we have, the proverbial tip of the spear. We've asked you to this briefing because we have a mission for you. It's by far the most important and vital mission we've yet to plan. We wouldn't ask you to risk your lives unless we were positive that you could succeed. We have the upmost faith in your abilities and your loyalty."
Peeta speaks directly to the men, looking them in the eye as he does. It's obvious they respect him from how respectful and reverent they are.
"General O'Dair has consistently called you his 'a-team'. You were each chosen because of you exceptional skills, your intelligence, and your dedication to this rebellion. You've proven that as a team, you are unrivaled in the field. I wouldn't be surprised if every Capitol soldier knows about you and is terrified that one day you'll show up at their doorstep. That's exactly what we need, to get in their heads."
I see the team trying to hide small satisfied smirks at his words. Finnick grins and Annie shakes her head a bit at the look on his face.
I already like this team a lot. We have a few elite squads, but this one is our best by a long shot. Their last mission was a complete success, surpassing every single one of our expectations. We had predicted at least minimal casualties on both sides and they brought everyone back without a scratch with their objectives completed in the shortest time possible.
Also there's the fact that unlike most of the other men in these units, they don't leer at Annie and me during briefings. It's become a bit of an issue, but we know they're soldiers and they spend most of their time in training or in the field, away from their wives or girlfriends if they have any. That doesn't stop my skin from crawling at some of the looks I get though. I know Peeta's noticed it, as we've all talked about it a couple times, but he does his best to ignore it like me. We need our soldiers to be happy, loyal, and obedient. Besides, none of them have even come close to trying anything inappropriate. It's just the occasional gawk, and Annie and I are well aware of how we look in our uniforms. Peeta and Finnick both probably like it, although they'd never admit it. I'm sure they love that other men are jealous of what they get to go home with every night.
"Now, General Mellark will explain the overview of the mission," Peeta concludes, motioning to me. He sits back down and I stand up, moving to the huge map set up.
"Thank you General," I nod. "Your mission is to infiltrate and incapacitate the Nut in District Two." Their eyes widen and I can see the lust in their eyes from the knowledge that we're asking them to go on one of the most coveted of missions. "We've located a clandestine way in that will hopefully conceal your entry. From our intelligence we know there is going to be minimal resistance on this route, but as always, prepare for the worst. You will be supplied with authentic Capitol uniforms to disguise your true identities and intentions. If possible, subdue any guards as quietly as possible, preferably without using firearms. Your guns will, as usual, have suppressors, but hold off on going live as long as possible. Once you've successfully gotten inside, the mission parameters will be in your hands. Since we don't know exactly what to expect once you're in, we're leaving the decision on how to proceed up to you on the ground. We've come up with a few options. The first, and most preferable, is to gas the entire compound through the ventilation system with sleeping gas. This will not only reduce casualties but also allow us to take control of the Nut with ease. If this is not possible for any reason, your next course of action would be to locate the command center and attack it directly. If we can take control that way, by capturing or killing the leadership, there's a good chance the enlisted soldiers would willingly surrender. We've found that if given the chance, the typical Capitol soldier doesn't necessarily want to fight. We've successfully turned thousands of them to our side easily."
The soldiers take this all in, listening intently as I use the schematics we have of the Nut to explain the mission.
"Please speak freely with any questions or suggestions," I finish.
"Ma'am, do we have any intel that suggests how many soldiers are stationed there?" A sergeant asks.
"We do not have any concrete data, no," I answer. "We predict that there is, at any time, at least two thousand soldiers garrisoned there."
They nod and jot this down.
"If we're able to gas the complex, what's the next step ma'am?" The commanding officer, Lieutenant Manning, asks.
"Radio in your situation back to command," I explain. "We'll have a force on standby to quickly reinforce you and take full control."
"Are there civilians present?" Is his next question.
"Yes," I nod. "We believe there are at least five thousand civilians from various Districts taking refuge there from the fighting. The civilian quarters are separated from the military structure, but we'll need to take control of that as well. Obviously we need to minimize civilian casualties as best we can. That's one of the reasons we chose your team, Lieutenant. You've consistently exceeded our expectations and shown that you truly care about preserving the sanctity of life, especially when it concerns civilians."
"Thank you ma'am," Manning responds with obvious pride in his men.
"Very well Lieutenant," I reply. "I want you to come up with a feasible, safe plan for this mission, including an extraction contingency. When you're ready we'll meet back here so you can brief us. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am," he responds crisply, saluting me. I salute back.
"You and your team are dismissed."
An hour or so later, we find ourselves meeting up with Finnick and Annie after we went back to our places to get ready. We dropped the twins off with Prim, who was more than happy to babysit her godchildren.
"You know," Peeta whispers while we wait for them in the hall, "you were really sexy today during that briefing."
"Oh yeah?" I tease, biting my bottom lip and batting my eyelashes at him.
"Yeah," he nods dumbly. "I'm kind of embarrassed to admit it but I really wanted to bend you over the conference table."
"Bend me over?" I ask innocently. "Why would you do that?"
He rolls his eyes and I giggle.
"You really want me to say it?" I nod. "Okay. I wanted to bend you over, rip your pants down, and fuck your brains out."
"So why didn't you?"
"Kat we were in the middle of a briefing. There were twenty other people in the room with us."
"So? The man I married isn't a wuss," I tease.
"Oh you're just asking for it," he says gruffly.
Before I can react he's pushed me up against the wall and attacked my lips. I gladly respond, both of us deepening the kiss. I feel his hand over my dress, roughly fondling my breast. I moan into his mouth. His hand starts sliding down the front of my dress and I start getting hot with anticipation.
Just then, the door swings open.
"Oh god!" Annie yells in horror. "Really? Right here?"
Peeta buries his head into my shoulder in sheer embarrassment. I just smirk at Annie and Finnick.
"Sorry," I say unapologetically. "Couldn't be helped."
"You just really want to make us jealous, don't you?" She asks in frustration.
I shrug.
"Maybe. But really it's just that we can't keep our hands off each other."
"Yeah that's not totally obvious," Finnick says sarcastically. "Let's just go to dinner."
We all laugh as we make our way to command, where we've had a special dinner set up for just the four of us in one of the conference rooms. Annie and I made sure it was to our exact specifications. We even have a private chef and servers, who of course are being well compensated for their time and energy.
We arrive, and all four of us gasp at the wonderful set-up. It's incredibly romantic, the only light in the room being provided by the soft glow of candles. The table is small and intimate, covered by a classy white tablecloth.
"Welcome," the waiter says, dressed in a tuxedo. "Please be seated."
Finnick and Peeta, the gentlemen they are, hold our chairs for us and help us scoot in. Peeta even grabs my napkin and places it in my lap for me. I give him a kiss on the cheek to reward him.
We start off with a bottle of wine (which quickly turns into two, then three bottles) and some salad. Everything is delicious, even the fresh bread that I'm positive Peeta baked. I'm his wife, after all, and I eat more of his bread than anyone. I can tell if its been baked by him, or if it's someone else using his recipe.
The conversation flows easily between us, considering how close we are. We laugh and joke and have some serious discussions about some of the recent gains we've made in the war. Throughout, both of the couples sneak in kisses and hold hands over the table. I can't stop staring at Peeta. He just looks so handsome in his suit and tie.
The main course is rack of lamb with sides of vegetables and potatoes. It's, well, spectacular. Peeta laughs at the mess I make and I playfully scowl at him before joining in his amusement.
By dessert, we're all a little tipsy, and end up feeding most of the cake to our spouses, smearing some on each other's faces. We drink two cups of coffee and tea, then agree we're all a little tired so we head back to our quarters.
We bid goodnight to the O'Dairs and Peeta turns to head to Prim's. I stop him by tugging on his hand.
"What? We have to go get the twins honey," he looks at me quizzically.
"I told Prim to keep them for the night," I state simply. "Let's go big boy. Time to finish what you started against the wall earlier."
I don't need to elaborate. He gets it. Within seconds, we're basically running back to our room, giggling and groping as we go.
Peeta puts the key in, but I keep distracting him by nibbling on his earlobe and grabbing his ass. Finally he gets the door open and basically shoves me inside. As soon as the door is closed my back is against it.
"You look so beautiful tonight," he mumbles between frantic kisses. "So fucking beautiful."
"You look pretty damn sexy yourself," I whisper, smirking.
"I want you so bad," he groans.
"Take me. Right here."
While I fumble with his belt buckle, he starts to slip my dress off.
"No," I shake my head vehemently. "Just take my panties off and fuck me. I'll get your cock out."
He immediately complies, sliding my panties down forcefully. I help him by stepping out of them, then I finally get his pants undone and we both pull them and his boxers down. I lift myself up and he grabs my thighs.
We don't waste a second. As soon as we're positioned, he slips inside me.
"Oh fuck," I moan as he pushes all the way in with gusto. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold on while he begins thrusting powerfully, slamming be up against the door with each thrust.
We go at it for a few exhilarating minutes before he secures his arms around me and brings us over to the couch. He lays me on my back, not once pulling out, and resumes his movements. He lifts my legs up higher, giving him a better angle, and I feel him even deeper inside me.
"Oh my god," I yell. "Oh baby right there. Please don't stop. It feels so fucking good. Fuck me Peeta. Fuck me!"
A moment later I climax, writhing under him and screaming his name while he somehow picks up his pace.
"Don't you dare stop," I warn.
"Couldn't even if I tried," he groans.
We gaze into each other's eyes as he slams into me, each thrust more powerful and possessive than the last.
He makes me come once more before he even starts approaching his own release.
"Fuck Kat I'm going to come," he tells me breathily. "Baby I'm going to come so fucking hard."
"Come wherever you want," I grant him.
"Pull your dress up," he asks. "I want to come all over your stomach."
"Please," I beg as I comply. "Please, I want to see you come all over me. I want to lick it up and taste you."
As he continues working towards his climax, I take the opportunity to slide my dress all the way up and slip it completely off, leaving me in just my bra.
"Pull out and shoot all over me," I direct. "I want to see if you can hit my face from there," I grin.
"I'm there baby," he moans after a minute.
He pulls out at the last second and strokes himself until he comes. He aims as he does, and the first few releases shoot out and one hits my chin. I giggle as he comes all over my bra and then my stomach, covering me in his warmth. I use my finger to collect the come on my chin, licking it clean. I reach up and clean his length with my fingers, then gather as much as I can from my body and look him dead in the eye while I taste him. The lust in his eyes is unmistakable.
"Oh my god," he groans. "You are so fucking hot."
"Mmm you're so fucking delicious," I moan.
"That was incredible," he smiles as we catch our breaths.
"Yup," I agree, nodding. "I love when you take me like that."
"Me too."
"But now that we've gotten that out of our systems, can we make love slowly in our bed?" I ask, a tad timid for some reason.
"Of course," he smiles wide. "First can we go cuddle for a bit?"
"Of course," I repeat. "Let me just, um, clean up a bit," I smirk. "You certainly drenched me."
"Sorry," he shrugs.
"Don't be," I grin. "I love it."
We stand up and start collecting the clothes we discarded along the way. Just as we're about to head to the bedroom, there's a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I call.
"Annie and Finnick!" I hear Finnick answer on the other side of the door. "Can we come in?"
"NO!" I yell. "I mean, um, sorry guys. We're busy."
"Oh dear god," I hear Annie lament. "Again? Really?"
"I warned you," I remind her. "I can't keep my hands to myself. Apparently neither can my husband."
"Yeah but it's almost like if you're not doing anything, you're having sex. It's constant," Finnick says exasperatedly.
"Jealous?" I smirk at Peeta while we tease them.
"No," they both lie in unison.
"Liars!" Peeta accuses.
"Either way," I continue, "we're not opening the door. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Fine," Annie huffs.
They leave and I turn to Peeta.
"See? I knew we could get them more jealous."
A/N: Shorter chapter today, sorry. I've been fairly busy since I've gotten out of the hospital, dealing with doctors, meetings, etc.
I'll try starting the next chapter of 'Top Of The World' tonight, but it most likely won't be posted until sometime tomorrow. I've decided that I am indeed going to continue it with a sequel, but I'm not sure yet when I'll be ending the current story.
This story, however, is starting to come to a close. The third installment, currently untitled, will deal with the Mellarks going home to 12 and rebuilding their lives and the country. Hopefully everyone will keep reading and reviewing, and the amazing support I've had throughout will continue. I wouldn't feel so comfortable writing two more stories if I didn't know I'd be getting the support I am. That's all thanks to you, the readers. So thank you.
Thanks as always for reading and reviewing. Keep it up! Please!
Ta ta for now. Who is everyone rooting for in the Super Bowl? I'm not sure, I'm not invested in either of the teams. Though I think it would be nice to see the Niners pull out a win. Plus the Ravens beat my G-Men in the Super Bowl back in '01.