AN: There is a bit of a lemon in this chapter.
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"Well, what did you tell him you'd do," Haymitch grumbled as he stumbled out from behind the counter in his dusty antique shop below my apartment. His shoulder length blonde hair was stringy and tangled and hanging in front of his eyes like curtain, he must have had a bad night last night. He fought in a war when he was younger, he won't talk about it, I don't even know which war it was. But I do know that he watched his entire squad die, all 11 of them, he let that bit slip to me after a night of much too much drinking when I was working in the shop.
I look down at my hands, "I said, well really I asked if I could think about it, and of course he said yes, but I don't think he was very happy with my answer…"
"Well of course he wasn't happy with your answer," Haymitch snapped, "That was a big step, to ask you to meet his family."
"I know that. That's why I am nervous about going. He doesn't say much about his family, I know his parents are still together, though I've never heard him say much about his mother, and he's got two older brothers Liam and Micha."
"So what if you don't know his family, that's why you go meet 'em," Haymitch interrupts me. "Seriously girl, I know you like him, and I know he likes you, hell, he probably loves you, the way he talks about you. He's a good man, you won't do much better."
"Yeah, you're right I'll… wait what, he loves me? When have you even talked to him? Haymitch what the hell?"
"You don' need to everything I do and everyone I talk to Katniss." He smirks at me. God he can be so annoying sometimes. Sensing my annoyance is simmering just below the boiling point he adds, "Alright, he saw me moving some shit around in here one day when he was coming to see you and came in to help me and I gave him 'the talk' but I saw right away it was probably you I should be giving it to."
"The talk? What talk?"
"You know the whole break her heart, I'll break your ass thing?"
"Break your ass? Really Haymitch? I think you've finally lost it." I laugh at him.
He laughs along with me as he takes a sip from his whiskey bottle, "Yeah, I guess that's not quite how it goes but it worked. Seriously though Katniss, you better be good to that boy, I'll triple your rent if you break his heart, that's the same as breaking your ass."
I laugh again, more of a nervous laugh this time and reach out for the bottle of whiskey to take a deep swig myself before turning to leave the shop.
"Where are you going?" Haymitch asks.
"To call Peeta to tell him that I'll meet his family," I call over my shoulder. I notice a smug smile creep across his face as the door closes behind me.
Upstairs, I can't seem to find my phone anywhere. Typical. Then I hear the text notification, I find it under the blankets on my bed. It's from Peeta:
Hey babe. I'll be getting off in a few, we have extras of that lamb stew you like and some cheese buns, do you want me to bring some over?
YES! That sounds great! I'm starving!
Well, I guess that means I'll just wait to tell him that I'll go with him when he gets here. It's probably better to tell him in person anyway.
About 15 minutes later the door opens and there is Peeta, his beautiful blue pools shining at the sight of me. He's covered in a light dusting of flour like he always is when he leaves the bakery, his chest is straining against his green shirt. He crosses the floor and places the bag full of delicious food from the bakery on the kitchen counter before embracing me in a tight bear hug. I take in the scent of him, cinnamon and musk, he smells so good, then I lean up and place a kiss on his chin. "So how was work?"
"It was alright, not too busy, that's how I had the extra time to make these cheese buns." Peeta replies grinning as he begins to warm up the lamb stew he brought home for us.
"I thought you said they were leftover." I eye him sheepishly.
"They were, I made them because I know you like them and whatever we didn't sell I could bring back to you." With that he plants a kiss on my check and begins to ladle out the stew into two bowls. Noticing the look of disbelief on my face he adds, "Don't worry, Katniss, I had to make some type of bread anyway. Seriously, you worry too much about being difficult." And with that we sit down to eat. I want to tell him over dinner that I'll go meet his family over Christmas but the stew is so good I don't even speak.
When we have ate our fill of stew I go to the sink to do the dishes. Peeta wraps his arms around my waist and presses kisses against my neck. Desire begins to pool within me as I smile and drop the dishes in the sink. I turn to face him and seek his mouth with mine. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nibble on it softly. He moans softly and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth savoring the taste of Peeta. He lifts me up and sets me gently on the counter all without separating his lips from mine. Peeta begins to trace my jawline with his lips, continuing down my neck all the way to my collarbone and back up to the sweet spot behind my ear.
"Peeta," I begin, breathlessly.
"Hmm?" he mumbles from my neck.
"Peeta…I've-I've decided that…that I will go meet your family over the break."
He stops kissing me for a moment and looks at me, surprised. "Really? You really want to?"
I run my hand through his messy golden curls stopping with my hand on the back of his neck, "Of course Peeta, they're your family. I would love to meet them." I pull him to me and press my lips to his forehead. He pulls my mouth to his with a new intensity and I feel him harden between my legs. As he moves his kisses back to my neck I rock gently back and forth against him and my hands travel to the hem of his shirt and I pull it over his head.
"Katniss," he moans, "I want you."
I say nothing, I simply reach for the button of his pants and unfasten it swiftly. His cock springs free from his jeans as I slide them over his hips. He picks me up from the counter and carries me over to my bed. Somehow I lose my clothes in the process. Peeta slides inside me. His thrusts slow at first, gradually gaining momentum until I almost can't take it anymore, then he slows down again.
"Oh God, Peeta," I cry out. He leans down and kisses my nose and my walls tighten around him as I shatter. Simultaneously, Peeta spills himself inside me.