15 Years Later, Chapter # 5
Rated MA for language, possible violence, and lemons.
I do not own "The Hunger Games" and all rights belong to the Author.
Written in multiple POV's.
*Katniss's POV*
"Oh… Peeta…"
"Yes Katniss?"
"More…."
"Haha, of course…" Peeta chuckled and continued sinking into me at what seemed to be the speed of sound.
"I love you Peeeeeeeetaaa…."
"Yes…."
Peeta chuckled and continued sinking into me at what seemed to be the speed of sound, grabbing onto my waist and sucking at my hardened nipples.
"I love you Peeeeeeeetaaa…."
"Ugh… Katniss… oh yes…."
Peeta thrusted swiftly and shook as he exploded inside of me, causing my fifth orgasm of the evening. He relaxed and turned onto his side, laying with me and giving me gentle kisses. I grabbed a pillow and quickly shoved it beneath my hips.
"Sorry, I just don't want any of the good stuff to go to waste…" I said quietly.
"No worries my love, I'm here for you" Peeta said breathily.
*Gale's POV*
I woke up to the sound of the train horn blowing erroneously. I slowly opened my eyes and peered out of my compartment window only to see the dim sunlight of the dawn over vast golden plains and rolling hills in the distance.
I was on my way to district 12 to visit Katniss, and I guessed by the landscape that the train was passing through 11. I put on sweatpants and a flannel and stepped out of my compartment, just as the attendant walked up.
"Commander Hawthorne, good morning, just coming round to inform you that we should arrive in District 12 by 1:00 PM today. It's currently 6:00 AM, and breakfast is available in the dining car, if you'd like."
"Thank you, Sir." I said groggily, my eyes still adjusting to the bright lights in the hall. The attendant walked further down the train as I headed to the dining car.
The glamorous, shiny steel doors slid open and revealed a dining table with an amount of food appropriate for a feast on it. I grabbed a plate and filled it with food before grabbing a cup of tea and heading back to my cabin.
As I arrived back and settled in to eat my breakfast, I heard a knock at my door.
"Commander Hawthorne?" A muffled voice spoke. "This is the attendant. You have a video chat request on your two-way vision system, Sir. It is not official business, Sir."
"Thank You, will do…" I responded loudly, and stared at the flat television on the wall across from the couch. I went over to turn it on without thinking about straightening my hair first. The picture and sound came on and I was shocked to see none other than Katniss.
"Oh, hey Katniss, I wasn't expecting a video call from you… at this hour…" I stuttered and struggled to talk, "How have you been?"
"Very well Gale, sorry for interrupting you. Just wanted to say hello… and that I can't wait to see you today." Katniss spoke in a beautifully matured but youthful voice. I noticed her hair, beautiful and shiny and long, tied into a side braid. Her complexion and features seemed so beautiful, so flawless. My mind and eyes tried not to stray to her obviously round and perfect boobs and… and I wondered if she had been altered by her beauty team at all since the rebellion ended.
"It's… It's okay Catnip… It's so nice to see you…. Again." I said quietly.
"See you soon, Gale… Nice pajamas, by the way…" Katniss said happily before the screen went black. I looked down at my clothes and noticed I'd gotten a huge hard-on… awkward. I hope she isn't creeped out by me.
*Katniss's POV*
Gale is arriving in 12 today, and I'm nervous, to say the least.
I was excited when he confirmed that he would be visiting 12 on his break from work for a week. I had let Peeta and all the other residents know by word of mouth that Gale was visiting, not on official business, and that he had volunteered some of his time to help do construction wherever it's needed in the district.
But the main reason for his journey, I kept reminding myself, was to visit me.
How I missed him. I had many tearful, sleepless nights after the rebellion when I couldn't cast thoughts of him out of my mind. He was my best friend, my ally, my confidant, and my fellow warrior. I couldn't forget what he had taken part in, but I knew I had to forgive him, and I did. It just took me a really long time to admit it and let him back into my life.
I missed him in mind and soul, emotionally and physically. I missed my hunting partner, my best friend. I couldn't help but question whether we were meant to be together or not. In the end, I chose Peeta, and I don't entirely regret that decision.
But he's coming here, to district 12 for the first time since the war was over, and I can't wait to see him.
I start making my way to the train station, and when I arrive, I am joined by a few other residents, mostly old acquaintances who heard of Gale's arrival.
I hear a train horn in the distance, and my heart starts beating out of my chest. The train eventually pulls up, and an attendant steps off to begin unloading parcels and luggage, when I see Gale hop off the train. He looks around and I wave to him.
"Catnip?!" Gale says loudly, in a voice that seems to have somehow gotten deeper and more manly since we last saw eachother.
"Gale! Over here!" I say, as Gale grabs his luggage and walks over.
"Catnip? Is that really you? You look so different but the same?" He says, meeting my eyes and enveloping me in his arms. At this point, he has to be a full foot taller than me, and he has only gotten more muscular and defined.
"Gale... I can't believe you're here… I missed you so much…" I try to stop it, but tears start to fall from my eyes and onto Gale's shirt. He smells like musk and woods, and I savor his warm, strong touch. I almost faint at the realization that he's finally right here, right now.
"Oh Katniss, don't cry…" Gale says quietly into my ear, stroking my hair with his humongous hand, "It's okay, It's okay… I'm here now. I'm so sorry… I'm here for you, Katniss, and I don't want to leave you again, ever again…" My spine tingles as his voice somehow comforts me so much while simultaneously reminding me of the horrors of the rebellion.
I step slightly back from him and have to look up. He seems like some celebrity, some model, some other version of the teenager I used to know as Gale. His hair, brown and tousled, shines in the sunlight, and his skin has turned the most gorgeous bronze color. His eyes, grey as steel yet bright, sparkle and peer into mine. He towers over me, and I can't help but admire his wide shoulders, firm muscles, and nice jawline. I notice him also seeming to look me up and down, probably noticing changes in my face and body as well. I somehow feel surprised that he looks so different, more masculine somehow.
Sensing the excitement of all our other acquaintances that had gathered to greet Gale, I stepped away from him as others walked up and gave hugs and handshakes to the man that was, undoubtedly, their savior. After all the theatrics and waterworks ended, I approached Gale again.
"Hey, so do you want to head back to my place or head to your room at the inn? Or we could go for a walk, or you can go visit, or whatever you'd like to do…" I talk quickly and with a tinge of nervousness in my voice. Gale seems to pick up on this and quickly calls me out.
"Chill out, Catnip, I'm here to visit you. Let me get my stuff put down first. Then we can do whatever you'd like." He spoke confidently and slowly.
We walk to Victor's Village quickly, Gale pointing out new buildings and noticing all the general changes that have happened in the district. I start telling him about everything that has been rebuilt and more as we arrive at my house. I open the door and flip on the lights, motioning to Gale where he can find his guest room and put down his things. I think about me and Peeta's discussion about Gale's visit and try not to think about how awkward it might be when they meet again. Gale is staying with us, after all, he doesn't have much family left in 12. My mind starts to race as I hear Gale's footsteps coming down the stairs.
"All cleaned up and put away, Catnip," he says loudly, "I can't believe this is your house. My place in 2 is nowhere near this big or fancy!"
"It's no big deal really, just a bunch of empty space I guess…" I say lowly, "How about some lunch? I'm going to cook up that turkey that I caught this morning. Sound good?"
"Thanks, that sounds good," he says, following me into the kitchen, "So does everyone get hunting privileges now?"
"Yeah, thankfully. Although only me and a few other people actually take advantage of it. Food isn't really a problem these days. And with us having the bakery and all, we keep what's left over and give away the rest." I say happily.
"That's great. In 2 I get hunting privileges once a week, and I just like to wander as far into the desert as possible, just to get away, you know? I like to sometimes hunt out in the mountains. I got a mountain lion once, and I've gotten a few coyotes, and foxes, and lots of birds. There are even sometimes wild horses and cattle that I come across, but I couldn't kill one," He said as I started processing the turkey, "there's not a ton of them around so I just feel bad."
"How times have changed, huh?" I said, "If we were there 15 years ago, we would have shot one of those horses or cattle in a second."
"Times have certainly changed for the better."
"Yes, they certainly have…"