We're on the plane. "Where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time. He smiles.
"Kat." He turns to face me. "Katniss Joy Mellark." He smiles wider. "You are very impatient."
"Surprises make me squirm." I complain.
"This is a good surprise, I promise." He smiles. "And I bet I can make you squirm worse." He grins.
"Peeta!" I laugh. To distract ourselves from what we really want to be doing, we talk nonstop about random things.
"Did you have any idea about any of this?" He asks.
"No." I admit honestly. He hesitates.
"Would you tell me if you did?"
I smile. "Is that what you want?" He leans closer to me.
"Is that what you want me to want?"
"Is that what you want me to want you to want?" I smirk and he laughs and rolls his eyes.
"Yes, that is what I want you to want me to want."
"Well then yes, that is what I want."
...8...
When the plane lands, Peeta gets my jeep off of it and loads the luggage into it without letting me help. Then he shuts my door and gets in on his side and begins to drive.
After ten minutes, I blurt "are we almost there?" And he laughs softly.
"In about twenty more minutes."
I groan and he laughs again.
I watch as the city fades and trees appear before me.
"Are we still in the states?" I ask.
"We're by Texas." He says.
"New Mexico?" I guess.
"Nope."
"Oklahoma?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes." He laughs. The street lights fade away and become nonexistent. He keeps driving. We pass hills and meadows and farms and then finally, we pull into a small town that doesn't have a single streetlight. My leg starts to bounce in anticipation. "Please tell me we're staying here."
Peeta looks at me and laughs. "We'll see." He says. I think we stop in the town, but we don't, he keeps driving and very country houses start to show up. I lean back, tapping my finger on my knee. He turns into the driveway of a large house. I can't make out the details because it's too dark, even with the headlights of the car. I look at Peeta as he shuts off the car and turns to me.
"If we're in this driveway so you can tease me, I'm going to be really upset."
He rolls his eyes and starts up the jeep again. I'm opening my mouth to tell him it isn't funny, but he opens the sun thing and presses a button on a remote I didn't know was there. Then the garage door opens and he drives in, pressing the button again. The door shuts, he turns off the car, and then we sit in silence.
"Well let's go!" I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out. He gets out too, and starts to go to the back to get the luggage, but I grab his tie.
"Wait, wait, wait!" he says, grabbing my hand to pull me to a stop.
"What?" He sweeps me bridal style into his arm and goes out the side door outside into the snow. He walks around to the front door and digs a key out of his pocket. After struggling with the lock, he carries me over the threshold, and shuts the door with his foot. It's pitch black in here so I don't have a clue where we are. "You're an idiot." I snort. He sets me down. "But you're my idiot." I smile. I tangle my fingers in his hair and crash my lips against his.
…a…
He was holding back. That is the very first thing I realize when I wake up. My wedding hair is completely messed up and I slept with my makeup on. It's really early, but something woke me up and I can't figure it out. I roll over, trying to get closer to Peeta, but I just roll into coldness. I sit up and look around. The sun is only just now coming up. Ten times, and they all were a billion times , better than any time we've ever made love. I sigh and look around. Our luggage is up here, my phone is beside me on charge, too, but the house is dead silent and I know if he was here he'd stay up here unless he was doing something. I stand up and stretch. I'll find him after I shower. I walk into the bathroom and start the shower and step under the hot spray.
I go back to my old self, like I'm back at home in Kentucky. I leave my phone and don't bother checking it. I pull on pain panties and a simple bra, jeans, braid my hair, brush my teeth, pull on a long sleeve t-shirt and my hunting jacket and hunting boots and walk out of the room. "Peeta?" I ask. I don't receive a reply. The entire front wall of the house is glass and there is a fireplace in the middle. I'm still upstairs, with one bedroom to my left and one to my right, and another down the hall. I peek into the room to see that all of them except for one have a bathroom attached. There is a balcony on the second floor that overlooks the rest of the first floor except for the stuff beneath my feet. The living room shines with dawn. Off to my right downstairs is the kitchen, I am assuming, and to my left is a bathroom, but directly in front of my is the living room. I walk downstairs. The place under my feet has another bathroom, a dining room, a library and a guest room. I walk down one of the halls and come to the back door. It's glass, and I can see a barn an fencing out in the distance and trees and a ton of land.
Is all of this land ours for the time being?
My excitement rises through the roof as I call Peeta's name one more time. I still get no response, so I walk out the door. The snow is loud when I walk on it and it sounds like I'm walking on crushed ice. I walk carefully, and soon enough, the crushing under my feet lessens as I get used to my hunting walk. I walk into the barn and stop. Peeta is sitting on the stairs leading up to the supplies and the hay loft with his head in his hands. He clearly doesn't know I'm here. He's frustrated. I look at the stalls. There are a ton of horses. One of them neighs loudly. Their stalls are filthy, their water is empty and they must be starving.
Oh, I get it. Peeta's frustrated because he doesn't know what he's doing. I don't know why all of these horses have on saddles. That's not right. They shouldn't have them on. Back home, I didn't put saddles on the horses unless we were going to ride them. They don't like the saddles, they bother them. I open the first stall and the door creaks. Peeta looks up. "You're awake!" he walks over to me and plants a big kiss on my cheek.
"Yes. Hi." I kiss his lips. The horse neighs angrily when I walk into the stall.
"She's mean." He warns.
'I'm fine. I've been bucked off before and I've been kicked." I say.
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"She's only angry because she's thirty and hungry and has on the saddle and the stalls are filthy."
"I thought they keep those on all the time?"
"Do you wear a helmet all the time?"
"No."
"Then there's your answer." I walk over to the horse. It neighs angrily. I turn on the tap for the water basin.
"There's horse food up there." He points up there. "And some eggs."
"Eggs?" I ask.
"Yes. But there aren't any chickens or anything."
"They're bad then." I say.
"Can we eat them?"
"No. They're rotten."
"Oh." He frowns. "What can I do?"
"Can you please get some food? Don't step on the eggs."
"Okay." He disappears. I pet the horse's mane. Peeta comes back with the horse food. It's heavy, and he carries it with ease. "How do I feed them?" he asks.
"Can you put three big scoops in every bowl?" I ask. He does as I say. When the horse that I am with starts eating, I clean it's hooves and take off the saddle. I clean the stall and leave the gate open. The horse runs free. Peeta gets the hang of what I've been doing and begins to work with the other horses.
"Kat?" he asks, setting down how shovel.
"Yes?" I brush loose strands of hair from my face and stand up straight, looking at him. He's a few stalls away from me, and the fences are tall, so I can't see him. I climb up on the slated fence and look at him. He looks at me and smiles brightly.
"Come here, I want to tell you something."
I look around. "Peeta, nobody's here." I laugh.
"Please?" he grins. I hop off of the fence and walk into his stall.
"Yes?" I ask. He kisses me crazily.
"Want to go inside?" he asks, his lips beginning to roam.
"In the shower." I mumble.
…a…
After probably five more times of amazing sex, we fall asleep. I wake up and I can smell something cooking downstairs. I stand up and stretch for the second time today. After searching blindly for something that doesn't make me naked but barely puts me in clothes, I settle on a pair of panties and a big baggy t-shirt of Peeta's. I don't brush my hair. When I appear downstairs, he does a double take. "So beautiful." He whispers, kissing my cheek. I yawn and he smiles and taps my nose. "You're adorable."
"I'm okay…" I shrug. He shakes his head.
"You're so much more than okay, Katniss Joy. You are indescribable."
"To you." I cross my arms.
"And the rest of the world." He says. It's only one in the afternoon. He hands me grilled cheese. We eat in silence, a comfortable silence, and then after having a tiny disagreement, he lets me help clean up.
"It's the only thing I'm good at." I mutter.
"You're good in bed." He says. The both of us start cracking up.
"I think you were holding back on me." I admit.
"Why would you think that?" he asks as I finish drying the last dish.
"Well…" I frown. "Your dick feels a million times better." He snorts.
"Maybe I was just a little bit, but…it was worth it?" he raises his eyebrows in question.
"God, it was."
"Well I'm glad I can suffice your needs." He says.
"You do more than suffice them, Peeta Ryan Mellark."
"Well that's good, Katniss Joy Mellark."
He grins happily. I hook my fingers in the belt loops of his jeans.
"I'll never get tired of hearing my new name."
"I'll never get tired of your new name, Katniss Joy Mellark." He says.
"We need another round of love making."
Okay, for those of you that have already read the other version of this story, you know that I only do one chapter of the honeymoon because of what is to come, so this is all of the honeymoon.
Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
-KatPeeta23