Welcome to my first historical fiction. You don't need to know anything about the war to read this, I wrote a quick summary of what you might need. I hope you enjoy! I plan to make a second part depending on how this is received, so make sure to comment! They make me happy..
I first wrote this story as apart of the mortal instruments fandom. Decided to change it around slightly to fit THG community. So if I miss names, oops. Or red hair. This is me procrastinating, but you benefit from it!
Warning: Lots of detailed sexual content. Rated M.
There is a short background lesson. So, the Vietnam War began in 1955 and ended in 1975. It started off with the French losing control of the country, and leaving the Vietnamese with independence. It was short lived when North Vietnam who was communist to invade South Vietnam which was more of a free state. This occurred during the cold war, so tensions between the united states and USSR/Russia was high. US got involved in the war in Vietnam because they were worried of the communists there winning, and that this would be a pattern of countries becoming communists. Hints why my character is uses the term commies as a phrase. Many people did not want to fight another countries battle, so enlisting in the US was low, and there was a lot of men who fled to Canada to avoid it. This is the 1960's and birth control(the pill) was not available across the state, and was only given to married couples. So safe sex was condoms or absence, since the mind set was that sex was primarily for baby making only. Premarital sex was furrowed upon, and so was women being out alone in a bar.
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How Life Can Change with a Single Decision: Part 1 (2.4K)
My letter came this evening, and I find myself filled with horror; I know when my cousin forced me to sign up, I might get called. I just figured I'd get the call soon after, not 2 months later. I walk over to my mom and hand it to her, and I watch her face go from happy to a look of misery. Next thing I know, she has tears falling down her face, and she pulls me into a tight hug.
She whispers that things will be okay and that I will return. My father walks into the room and feels the uncomfortable atmosphere but does not say anything; instead, he wraps an arm around us.
We spend the day together as a family, and when night falls, my bags are packed, and I decide there is one last person I need to see. I tell my parents I'll be back in the morning and skip outside and walk down the road. I reach the bright yellow house and climb the steps and knock on the door. Hazel opens the door and allows me inside. I rush through the house, and I get to the stairs.
"Hey, man."
"Hi Gale," I reply, and I hold my arm up with the letter clenched in my fist.
Gale sees it and jumps up and grabs it from me and quickly reads it. Once done, he reacts in anger and grabs a mug on the table and smashes it on the wall.
"Jesus, man, you would think it was actually you who was going," I say.
"Sorry, it is not every day my best friend gets notified he is being sent to Vietnam. To fight a war with the commies."
I shrug because reacting will not do me any good. I did volunteer, even if it was against my will.
"We have to say goodbye, we are going to go get you smashed." And he stands up, grabbing his black leather jacket, and we rush out of the house.
The autumn air cold, and a bunch of leaves blow in our direction as we walk down the quiet street, only being past by two cars. Once in the bar, my mood rises, and I feel at home.
We sit at the bar, and the bartender hands us some beers. Gale and I exchange stories of our childhood together for hours. Like the time we got caught sneaking cookies from my parents and had to hide in the woods for a few hours because we were worried about punishment.
We exchange ridiculous stories, and while I was in the middle of reminding him of the time we stole from old man Haymitch, Gale stands up and whistles. I look up from my beer that is chilled in my hand, look at his face. His grey eyes are looking behind me, and I find myself turning around to see what he is looking at.
A blonde, brunette, and red hair just walked into the bar, and I know for sure Gale will go for the blonde haired girl and imagine he expects me to go for the redhead, but I find myself drawn to the brunette with the braided hair.
She walks into the room with her friends with such confidence. She is smiling and walking with purpose. She is dressed in a dark green dress with a square collar and long sleeves that are tight around her body that falls right below her knee, not leaving much to my imagination. I look at her shoes and see the matching green flats and realize she is short and does not attempt to be something she is not by wearing heels.
Her and her friends walk to the bar laughing and order some drinks, not before the bartender hesitates to serve them. I glare at him, and he looks over at me, and he pales a bit before pouring them.
The group of girls turn to look at me, probably out of curiosity as to why the bartender complied. They all smile, but I don't care; I just look at the brunette and fall into her beautiful eyes. Jordan gives me a nudge and whispers for me to go for it, so I do. Then the next thing I know, I am walking, one foot in front of the other, until I am right in front of the group who are all giving me questionable looks.
I extend my hand to the Brunette and introduce myself as Peeta.
She then accepts my hand and tells me her name is Katniss.
The rest of her friends leave us, and we talk and drink.
Next thing I know, she leans towards me and presses her soft lips to mine. A moan escapes my lips, and I cup her face with my right hand, while my left-hand wanders to her hip, waiting for her to smack it away, but she doesn't. So, I continue.
She runs her fingers through my hair, and my hands fall down her back. We break apart slightly to breathe, and I don't wait long to start sucking on her neck. This time she moans, and I feel myself growing hard.
I stop working on her neck and move my lips to her ear and whisper, "Let's get out of here." She nods and jumps off her bar stool and grabs my hand pulling me out of the bar.
I tell her my parents are home, and she nods, walking us towards to closest motel. I quickly pay for the room, and we rush inside.
As soon as I close the door, I am on her, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I press her against the wall. She grinds her hips against mine as I suck on her neck, causing her to moan again. I hope she is this vocal when I am inside of her.
As my mouth moves along her neck, I have one hand pressed against the wall for balance and my other rests on her knee and slowly climbs under her dress to her promise land, and I find my hard twitch.
I push her panties to the side, and I rub her slowly. I slowly increase the speed of playing with her, creating more friction until she moans for me to get inside her. I thrust 3 fingers inside of her with full force, following a circular motion exploring her insides until I find her sweet spot. She screams my name and begs me to go faster, running her fingers into my hair.
I pick up the pace, my fingers coming in and out of her quickly, and her juice is spilling all over my fingers. She pulls at my hair until I feel a big gush, and she calms down.
I spin us around and carry her to the bed, and I lower her on the bed. Her breathing has recovered, and I have her attention with her pupils dilated so large that her eyes are almost black. While I have her attention, I put my fingers in my mouth and suck her juices off of them, and I find myself almost combusting in my jeans.
She pushes her thighs together and bites her lip and sucks on it, drawing me in. I pounce and lay on top of her, kissing her lips. Her arms find there way around me; she runs her hands under my shirt and, with both hands, starts to lift it over my arms. I break away from our kiss and let her take it off, and I take this as an opportunity to remove her dress.
I slide both my hands underneath and move the fabric, so it is above her thighs, and I can see her cute panties that I know I am about to tear off. Once the dress is over her head, she kisses my neck and starts to place with my belt preventing me from ripping them off just yet. She undoes my belt, and I love the feel of her soft lips on my neck, and she kisses all the away down my chest and starts to unzip my jeans, and I find myself wishing her lips were wrapped around my cock. Then fantasy becomes a reality when she rips me out of my underwear and quickly loads me into her mouth.
The sensation is extreme, and I find myself finding it hard to hold back and not blow a load right there. She bobs up and down and plays with my balls by giving them a squeeze. My hands find her hair, and I pull at her soft curls, and she gags, and I find myself smiling.
I find myself soon coming undone, and I tell her to stop before I lose it, and she does. I am panting, and she comes up and gives me a shy smile, and I don't wait, and this time flips her onto the bed and rip her panties off and toss them somewhere. She laughs and tells me they were her favourite. I tell her I prefer her nude and throw 2 fingers in again to see how wet she is before I jam myself inside. I undo her bra with one hand and toss it away.
The moisture inside of herm pleases me, and I feel I am dreaming because she seems so perfect. She moans as I work my fingers inside of her and tells me to get inside her. I kiss her neck and push back to kick my jeans and underwear off.
With her on the bed, she opens her legs, and I hover above her. In one swift motion, I push inside her, and she both moans. I pick up my pace, and I switch it up by throwing her legs over my shoulder, changing our position, so I have better access to her g spot. It works, and she gushes immediately. I lower her back down, and I lay us side by side and lift her leg, creating an opening for me to push back in.
Her hand reaches for me and finds my hair and yanks on it with each thrust, and I find myself nearly falling into a bliss of how good her magical fingers feel.
She pulls away from me and turns to face me and places her hand on my bare chest and pushes me flat to the bed, so I am on my back. She quickly aligns herself with me and slams down and starts bouncing up and down. Her boobs bounce around, and I find myself cupping them in my hands where they fit perfectly and squeeze them, and she moans as I massage her pink nipples. Her braid begins to fall apart and strands of hair fly everywhere, covering her wonderful face until she throws her head back, arching her back away from me, and she cums again.
I flip us over again, and I thrust inside her, and I feel myself building up until I explode inside her, and I pull out. I jam my fingers inside her, and she moans, and I manage to give her one more high before we both pass out.
When I wake, I am confused by the warm presence at my side. I open my eyes and see this beautiful girl beside me. Her hands are folded under her head like a pillow, her naked body covered by a blanket that somehow was thrown over me as well. Her hair is all over the pill, and I rest my head back on my own pillow and breathe in the smell; she smells like lemons.
My right arm is around her middle, and I just take in this movement. This might be the last time I have sex and not only that. But the sex was something I really enjoyed, and it felt different. It had such a passion for it that I can't describe.
I shift myself and pull myself away from her so I can use the washroom. I move away slowly, and she remains still, and I walk to the restroom, not bothering with clothes. As I walk into the washroom, I discover I am all sticky, and It takes me too long to realize why. I shot a load into her. WITHOUT A RUBBER.
Shame rushes through me, and it is quickly taken over with panic. I can't be a father. This girl will be all alone with my child, I am leaving in a few hours.
Where I could die.
I could die.
Suddenly everything hits me. I am going to war. This girl might be pregnant.
I crash to the floor and cry for who knows how long.
I come out of a trance when I feel a pair of warm hands cup my face. I look up, and I am looking into the deep green eyes of the girl's life I screwed up.
"What's wrong, Peeta?" she asks quietly.
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out, and I choke again. I must tell her; she has to know.
"We didn't use a condom," her eyes go from confusion to fear in a second. I caused that fear. She wraps an arm around me, and I pull her into my arms.
"What do we do?" she asks.
"We get married." I quickly say, and she snaps back away from me.
"' I might be a woman, but I don't believe in having to marry the guys I sleep with."
"No, hear me out. I am heading to base camp in a few hours, and I might not return for a while," I pause and add, "if at all." She looks down at her hands and begins picking at her nails, so I continue speaking, "You can have my name and be entitled to my wage if something happens, you can be supported."
We argue for a while after that, and I see the sadness in her eyes as she accepts. We clean our selves off, and we go to townhall first thing in the morning and sign the papers.
We are now Mr. and Ms. Peeta Mellark.
We part ways, and I promise to write, and she nods. I never write to her. I become consumed by war by focusing on returning to the girl I left behind.
Her eyes haunt my dreams from the last time I saw her as I walked away from her at townhall to go home and say bye to my parents. She looked destroyed, and I felt destroyed myself realizing I caused this. I am leaving her with a burden of now being attached to me forever. A man she might never know, her husband.
AN: My bestie tells me to leave to story at a oneshot, so let's prove her wrong.
A week from now will be the next update, unless there is strong demand.
Katniss is no typical girl in the 1960's, with her going to bars and having one night stands. This would be scandal.
Questions: What was your favorite part? Will Peeta make it back? Will it be HEA for the pair? Is Katniss pregnant?
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