This is a repost of ch 14 in the Burning Bright series, with an added Peeta POV smut scene!~
Katniss
He's sitting on the couch in his living room. One elbow propped on the armrest and his head resting against his knuckles as he watches the television with a bemused expression. There's a man on the screen with freakishly sharp cheekbones who is trying to demonstrate how to properly fold a dinner napkin in the shape of a swan. I watch him quietly, observing the lines of his face in the dim light. His face snaps towards me, noticing me finally, as I stand there staring at him from the doorway.
"Hey," He says in a simple greeting.
"Hey," I reply, unsure of what to do or say next.
"What are you watching?" I ask him, not at all interested in the seemingly pointless show.
"I have no idea. I wasn't really paying attention, just trying to pass the time." He says, smiling up at me.
I can't think of anything good to say to that so I just take a small step into the room. He rearranges some couch pillows to make space for me to sit beside him, and I hurry over, grateful not to have to explain out loud why I have appeared here in the middle of the night.
I nestle into his side and he slides his left arm around my shoulder. I sit there, pretending to watch the stupid show, but really I'm breathing in his clean scent. The tv personality finishes folding his 12 th swan, and places it alongside the others in a neat row.
Peeta reaches up his hand to stroke my hair, absentmindedly. I lean my head against his shoulder, waiting for him to do something. He just sits beside me, apparently content to just stay here, while our brains slowly turn to goo. I breathe and breathe, gathering my courage again.
I reach out with my left hand to slowly stroke along the top of his thigh. He turns to me, with a deep searching look in his eyes. I rotate my body towards him and grasp the sides of his face between my palms. I lean in to kiss him and he moves in one fluid motion to lift me into his lap. We kiss over the noise of the irritating babble about place settings coming from the tv. We kiss, and kiss and I feel my blood rushing through my veins in that same kind of joyful abandon as before. The kisses are so good, and he holds me so closely to him. When I reach down to tug up the bottom of my shirt, he breaks our kiss and says, "Maybe we should go upstairs."
"Sure." I reply, as I toss the shirt into a dark corner, and then I place both my hands on his shoulders pinning him to the couch. "In a minute, I think this is the most fun I've ever had trying to learn etiquette." He returns my mischievous smile with one of his own. His hand snakes up to secure the back of my head as he brings my mouth down onto his.
We don't make it upstairs.
Peeta
She straddles me as we sit on my sofa. I dive into her hot wet mouth with my tongue, tasting her unlike ever before. Kissing her like this is a fucking privledge. It's so different from the way we used to kiss. She's not holding anything back from me anymore and it's intoxicating. I feel like I'm getting drunk on her kisses alone. For so long I'd been holding back, reigning myself in, not letting myself explore the sweet expanse of her mouth fully. Because she was never mine to kiss like this. But now she moaned as I bit down gently on her full bottom lip, and finally, finally I was free to possess her mouth the way I'd always dreamed of. She was needy, her breath coming in hurried gasps. Her skin felt hot to the touch, as I raked my hands down her sides, her hips, finally to cup her ass. She bit down hungrily on my lip, desperate for my kisses and well as for my body. I could feel it in the way she rocked her hips against my hard on as we made out. Then it was my turn to moan. I remembered the texture of the skin of her thighs. I remembered the glorious visage of her dripping folds spread before me. I felt my erection strain against the fabric of my pants.
So fucking sexy. I thought to myself as I reached back to help her undo her bra. Then I had to pause for a full second to take her in. She had beautiful breasts. Perfect handfuls, perky and delicious. They were everything I'd been dreaming about for longer than I could remember. Soft and round and golden toned with such warm colored tips. How many times had I imagined what she'd look like, flushed and naked in my lap with her shirt off and begging me to squeeze her gorgeous tits? The thought alone had gotten me off on numerous occasions. But reality was better than fantasy hands down. I lowered my head to sweep my tongue across her erect nipple and she gasped. That sound reverberated through me, and settled deep into my groin. I responded by suckling her nipple, and using my other hand to knead her other breast. She rolled her hips against me and I let out a pained sound. She felt too good. She was too worked up. I needed to get her off before she made me come in my fucking shorts just with the sounds she was making alone.
"Katniss, let's take off your pants so I can take care of you ok?" I told her gently before she could grind herself against me again. She nodded, her eyes half lidded as she gazed down at me. Oh, she wanted what I was going to give her. The thought thrilled me to no end.
And after the first time she knew I could follow through. There wasn't a single thing in the world I would rather do right now than to get her naked and coming for me. That was a fuckng privledge too. I wanted, no I needed to see the look on her face again. The mix of awe and surprise, giving way to fluttering eyelashes, raised eyebrows, her lips parted as she gasped in pleasure that was completely new to her. I had done that for her. I had made her feel that way. And I would do it again. I would learn her like a recipe, I'd follow all the steps, I'd taste test her with my mouth, and temperature check her with my fingers, and do everything, absolutely everything to make her pleasure my masterpiece. Even if it took all night.
We helped each other get naked, in a dizzying rush. Her eyes zeroed in on my hard cock and a look of complete lust filled her gaze. It was all I could do not to spread her legs and plunge into her right then and there. Who would've thought Katniss could look at my cock like couldn't wait to have me inside of her? Damn it, I really needed to make her come, and good. She was just too perfect. Absolutely perfect for me.
"How do you want it?" I ask her, my voice husky with desire I can't hide. She looks up at me a little bewildered, and I remind myself she's never done this before. She's never even really talked about it. Our first time had been so heartbreakingly sweet, since I had to literally stop and explain why her giving me a handjob while I was so worked up would end with me finishing before we even got to the actual sex.
And while her touching me with her hand had been great, I'd much rather be inside her. But first I needed to get her off, preferably multiple times before I got to come.
"Um...well?" She says in an unsure tone. I chuckle softly, and kiss her cheek.
"I mean do you want me to use my mouth on you or my hand first?" I clarify and I can see the moment realization dawns on her. She lets out a breathy laugh and her eyes go a little wide.
"I liked both, but can you use your hand again?" She says in a quiet voice and I nod.
"I'll give you whatever you want, whatever you need. Always Katniss." I breathe the words into the soft skin of her neck as I begin to kiss her and lick slowly at her delicate skin. She shudders against me and I trace lazy designs on her bare back again. With my other hand I lift her hips and brace her on my thighs, then slowly I work my way down her body. I knead and massage her back first, then her breasts, her stomach and hips. I take my time, and when I finally reach her hot center, she is absolutely dripping for me. And panting.
"Peeta…" She whispers into my neck, as she grips the hair at the nape of my neck tightly.
"Yeah?" I respond, already knowing what she will ask. She's quiet for a brief moment, and I wonder if she will really say it, if she has the capacity to trust me enough to voice the words to ask. I'm just about to sink my fingers into her, when she speaks.
"Please?" She whispers and it just shatters me. I capture her mouth in a rough kiss as I sink my index and middle fingers inside her. She bucks into my hand, and I groan. She swallows my kisses as she rocks herself back and forth. I regain my composure, and begin to pump my fingers in and out of her. She whimpers into my mouth and the tortured sounds of her pleasure fill me with rapturous delight.
I feel her silky walls tighten around my fingers as she bears down on me, her moans are getting louder, and more frequent. I take this as a sign to introduce my thumb to the occasion and start to apply light circles of pressure right above her clit. She stills, for a brief second, overcome by the sensation, and then she starts riding my hand in earnest. Her back arching, and breasts swaying in a hypnotically divine rhythm. I can feel her muscles tense in time with the movements of my fingers, and I know she's building. So I apply just a bit more pressure directly to her clit and she lets out a sharp but pleased cry of pleasure.
"Yes, Peeta, yes." She says between gasps and oh, god, it's wonderful to hear her say my name while my fingers are buried inside her. I chew on my bottom lip, as I try to gauge her reactions. I decided to curl my fingers slightly, in a move my brothers always swore worked like a charm, and her reaction was immediate. Her hips falter in their rhythm, she shudders, I feel her pussy clench down hard on my fingers. I look up at her face and see it.
She's coming. Her dark brows are lifted skyward in wonder, her eyes are closed and her long dark lashes are splayed over her rosy cheeks, her full soft lips are slightly parted. She breathes out a name as the spasms overtake her. My name.
"Peeta," She whispers, and then she gasps, rolls her hips and and I pumps my fingers into her to help her ride out her orgasm. She moans my name as she keeps coming, and its the fucking sexiest thing I've ever heard. Then I have a new goal. To see how many times I can get her to say my name like that. I start making a plan to eat her out, and then finger fuck her again, but the next thing she says cut my plans short.
"I want you inside me now." I look up at her and she's smiling. My heart stops absolutely dead in my chest. She's radiant, and glowing. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled with delight as she looked down on me. I felt my cock twitch at her words, eagerness getting the better of me.
"I wanted to make you come a few more times, you know, use my mouth, and then-" I start to say but she interrupts my explanation with a litany of deep kisses. She pulls my hand from in between her thighs and brings it back up to her breasts. I palm them gently alternating between the two as we kiss.
"Maybe next time? Right now I just really want you inside me again." She says quietly, as she breaks the kiss and her silver eyes, like bright liquid metal burn into me, and through me.
"Well, when you put it like that…" I finally manage to say and she chuckles.
"Let me lay down." She murmurs and I stroke the back of her hair.
"You don't want to try being on top?" I ask her, because it would be really hot to see her ride my dick right now, like she just rode my hand. But she shakes her head.
"No, you be on top again. I still need to get the hang of it before I try." She tells me and I nod. It warms me, to the fullest point of my being, that she trusts me this way, and I vow not to cheapen that, or take it for granted. I lift her off me easily. She's still a little thing, even with all the curves she's gained in the past year. I lay her down on the couch and she opens for me. A shiver runs through me at the sight of her naked and exposed completely to me. I'd like nothing more than to stare at her like this for an hour or two. But the weight of this moment settles around me. The privilege again, along with the responsibility become crystal clear.
Here is the girl I waited for. Here is the girl I wanted above all else, above everyone else. Finally mine. Finally wanting me. For a moment it almost feels like too much. And the emotions that had been masked by nervousness and lust the first time, come out in full force.
She trusts me so much. I think as I stare down at her with what I can only hope is reverence and not an idiotic expression. I take myself in hand and slide along her entrance, hoping to lubricate myself well enough to make sure it's not painful when I enter her. I just want to be worthy of this. I just want it to be good and right.
"Tell me if it hurts at any point." I say, as I position my tip at her entrance. She nods and smiles up at me. It makes my heart race a little more, and I can feel my good leg shaking a little underneath me. I swallow, past my reservations and push in, little by little.
And oh, fuck, the warmth of her greets me like a dream come to life. Just like before. Except this time there's no barrier to hamper my progress. I flashed back to this afternoon, when I looked down at the small reddish stain on my sheets. She had been a virgin. Even though all signs had pointed to it, and it had certainly felt like it when we had sex, the spots on my sheets had made it a reality in a way that was impossible to ignore. She had given that to me, in the same way I had given myself to her. All those years, turning down women's phone numbers and the key card to their hotel rooms. All the waiting. It was worth it. She had been worth it.
Her soft moist heat enveloped me fully as I finally buried myself up to the hilt inside of her. She had her eyes closed in concentration. No doubt trying to adjust to my size. She was very tight. The sensation drove me crazy, but I forced myself to remain still.
"Are you ok?" I ask her after a few seconds and she opens her eyes and sighs. It's such a contented sound, like she feels as complete as I do when we're joined like this. I have to use all my willpower not to thrust into her on reflex. She smiles at me, and rocks her hips experimentally.
"I'm good." She tells me and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I start out slow and shallow. She murmurs against my skin as she plants soft kisses on my neck. I have to focus on my breathing and concentration. I feel her muscles relax just slightly and I take it as a sign to increase my pace just a bit. She moans, when I do and bite down on my lip against the wonderful sound. She presses up against me, and I start to pant a little, breaking a sweat now as I try to hold back. She's not making it easy though. She feels so damn good, so wet and tight and amazing.
I increase my pace gradually, and the depth of my strokes. She starts to respond and when she hooks her legs behind the backs of mine, the real leg and the artificial one, I have to stifle a groan and slow down. She chuckles breathlessly.
"Am I doing it again?" She asks with a devious smile and I glare at her in mock disapproval.
"You know very well you are Katniss. And if you want to come again, I suggest you fucking take it easy, I'm about one more well placed moan from losing it." I tell her breathlessly and her eyes widen. She's not used to me getting after her. But I can tell she kind of likes it. Her eyes glitter with a strange kind of appreciation. It makes things worse for me, and I have to shut my eyes.
I decide to take matters literally into my own hands, and I reach down between us to massage her clit. She bucks into me reflexively and apologizes when I throw my head back in mixture of pleasure and pain. I don't know if I can out last her. But then I feel her gripping me as I continue to rub her clit and she moans quietly against my chest. And the end is sight, I gather all the energy I have left and focus on getting her there.
"You're so fucking sexy you know that? Do you know how many times I wanted you like this? Naked and wet for me, right on the edge? All those nights on the train Katniss. All those times in the fucking coat closets. In the mornings when I'd wake up with you in my arms. Deep down, I wanted you like this. Moaning for me, saying my name while I gave you my cock. Fuck, you feel so good. I almost can't take it." I tell her. I give her these words that belong to her, even in their explicitness. She moans louder underneath me, clenching me hard, so hard. I speed up the circles my hand is making and thrust into her harder, deeper. And I start to feel her fluttering around me.
She cries out, loud and breathless, something wordless but full of pleasure. She continued to come, gasping and writhing underneath me. I buck into her, and feel myself lose it as she pulls me into unmeasured bliss.
"Peeta, oh my...oh!" She exclaims, and I empty myself as her body wrenches the last vestibules of my orgasm from me.
"Katniss," I breathe as I exhale against her neck. My limbs feel like lead, but I force myself to hold my weight on my forearms long enough to slip out of her and turn on my side to settle next to her. I felt so good. Somewhere in the background the tv droned on about silverware placement. She grasped my hand and smiled.
Katniss
Afterwards we lay tucked together side by side on his couch, laughing breathlessly in the dark.
"I think I've found a new appreciation for Effie's lectures on decorum." He says, joy painting his features in the soft glow of the screen lit room.
"They'll certainly be easier to sit through after this." I say with a grin so wide my cheeks are starting to hurt. But I can't help it.
It had been wonderful. I think I actually sighed out loud the moment when he finally joined his body with mine.
He stares at me again, in that silent reverent way that makes me want to fidget. But I make myself stay still under his gaze. I understand the desire to memorize these moments. So I give him the time he needs. I stare back at him, feeling so warm and relaxed for the first time I can remember in I don't know how long.
"Ready to go to bed now?" He asks with a teasing smirk.
"Actually I was looking forward to the next segment on how to bleach my eyebrows at home." I reply, deadpan.
"I'll record it so you can see tomorrow." He says with a yawn. It must be at least 1 am. I yawn too.
"Alright then, let's go upstairs." I say and pull him up beside me. His hand stays in mine all the way up the stairs, through the hall, and when we settle into those soft sheets he still doesn't let go.