Chapter 75: Katniss Everdeen
"Hmmm…. Mmmm…."
My breasts glisten in the sunlight upon Peeta yanking the bodice of my best sundress – yellow with patterned flowers – down my chest. Weighing my ballooning boobs in his palms, he finally opts for latching his lips onto my purple, pebbling nipple, suckling mightily, and I cry out, looping my arms about his neck. His one, calloused palm switches from my breasts and moves to cup the accentuated flesh of my rear, then dips lower to feel my up toned thighs. I immediately raise my leg, hooking it about my husband's knee, and then spread my thighs wide. Clamping him close, Peeta thrusts up against my swelling, pregnant belly in a crude imitation of sex as I mewl.
"Huh…. Uhhhh…. Peeta…." My head lolls back. "Peeta, please…. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me and cum inside me…"
Peeta groans, and quickly accedes to my wishes. Pushing up the skirts of my sundress up around my hips – jutting out now due to my pregnancy – I frantically move to help him undo his belt. Within moments, I feel him swiftly enter me, and my face droops forward into the crook of his neck with a moan as we begin to frantically rock against each other.
"Ugghhhh….. Errrrr… Ohhhh…. Oh, Gods," I breathe.
"Katty….. Fuck, sweetheart, I love you so much! ….. And our baby!"
I smirk around his plundering tongue. "Hmmm…. Mmmm…. This is the last one, you know….. Mmmm…. Kiss me…."
"I know," my lover laughs, his one hand cradling my baby bump. "Shame. You look so damn sexy carrying my kid."
That I agreed to carry our first was one thing. The fact that we're now on our third…
Even though we're in the privacy of our own mansion, we really shouldn't be doing this – not when there's still a wedding reception going on in the mansion across the street. But my hormones have been driving me crazy during my second trimester, and the thought of sneaking away from Gale and Johanna's Toasting was too romantic to pass up. The nuptials were better late than never, starting with the District 7 tradition of jumping the log before the Governor of Mason (now in her last term) and her head of security Toasted a bit of bread and shared it. So the story goes, Johanna was the one to propose marriage – classic Jo. Apparently, when she popped the question, my old hunting partner's response was to ogle at her and ask, "Me? A politician's spouse?" He still said Yes, though – a wise decision. And I'm happy for Gale; he and Johanna suit each other.
I climb Peeta like a tree, folding my legs about his torso completely as he continues to thrust up into him. Seizing his glutes in my fist so that my nails pinch the skin, I furiously jerk my hips back, matching him slam for delicious slam.
I can feel Peeta tiring and I can tell he's close. Smiling into his lips which now petal open for my tongue, I whisper sexily:
"That's it. Cum for me, love. I want to feel you release deep inside me."
"I – won't – hurt – the baby?" Peeta punctuates almost every word with a slam into my core.
"After three of them, we've been over this: you won't hurt me. Us. I promise." I hold him close. "Let go, dandelion."
"Ohhhhh….." Peeta's thrusts weaken before finally, he whimpers into our kiss and sways against me as I feel him cum all around my walls. I rut against him pathetically a few more times before, with a tiny cry, I follow.
Peeta pulls out and sets me gentlemanly and I smooth down my skirts and adjust my bodice back to cover myself decently, pink in the face from exertion. I let out a breathless sigh as Peeta sets about pulling up his pants.
"I adore how you fuck me, baby…." I drum a hand along my womb, smiling softly.
"I adore how you lose all control in the bedroom," my husband smirks up at me.
"Well, one of us has to take the lead," I shrug.
"We're equitable about it, though," Peeta makes sure to point out.
I grin at him radiantly. "We are indeed." Smiling into each other's eyes, Peeta's pants still only halfway down to his ankles, we lean in and share a chaste kiss.
"Katniss Magenta Everdeen Mellark! What is the meaning of this?!"
I yelp and leap back from my husband's lips as though burned, while Peeta frantically finishes…. tucking himself in by zipping up his pants. Mother is suddenly standing in the doorway of our mansion, looking mortified and very displeased; we must not have heard her turn the knob and come in.
"MOTHER!" I shriek. "Don't you….?!"
She frowns hard. "I did knock." She steps forward, voice lowered to a hiss, and I don't think I've seen or heard her so angry. "I know you are having certain…. cravings, Katty, but do they have to be indulged now?! Your stepfather is over there watching your children! Sierra is asking for you!"
I think of Peeta's and my eldest – our daughter, adorable with my grey eyes and Peeta's blond curls on top of her head – and blanche. Poseidon Haymitch, our baby boy, is probably fussy as well, even with Annie, the baby whisperer, rocking him. Sheepishly, I grab for my husband's hand. "Let's go."
After we've seen Gale and Johanna Mason-Hawthorne, the newlyweds, off at Lucy Gray Baird train station, my little family and I go out to the Meadow to play. Seated on a picnic blanket, I watch adoringly as my Peeta plays with our little girl. Sierra bats something out of her father's hands and shrieks with laughter when Daddy pretends to take offense to it.
Snuggled up in my arms and resting on my swollen belly that currently carries his sister, Poseidon stirs from his nap and begins to cry.
"Oh, ssssh, ssssh, ssssh…." I bounce him, reach out a hand to tickle his cherubic little face. "Did you have a nightmare? I have nightmares too. Someday, I'll explain it to you. Why they came…. Why they won't ever go away…." I lean in close, as if telling him a secret. "But I'll tell you how I survive it. I read through the book of all the people that Daddy and I loved, and even more who died for us so that we could be free. I make a list in my head, of all the good things I've seen someone do. Every little thing I can remember. It's like a game – I do it over, and over. Gets a little tedious after all these years, but…. there are much worse Games to play."
I hear Sierra laugh again, and look up to see my little family – the loves of my life – happy and content. I never thought I would marry, and I certainly thought I would never have children. After the war and the Games, I didn't think I would ever have happiness again. And yet, I still managed to find what Effie asked of me, that I promised her I would find: the life of a Victor.