Well, it's exam week now, so one more week of hell and then I'm going to meet Peeta's family. Each exam week is always the new worst week of my life complete with lots of stress and little sleep. Once it is over I still have to stress about my final grade for a few weeks – even if my grades were fine the whole semester. My psychological well-being takes a swan dive during exam week. It really is awful.
After my last exam I want curl up in a ball on the floor and not move for three years, but I decide to celebrate instead. I invite everyone over to my tiny apartment for movies and pizza again. Peeta offered to cook but I didn't want him to, he needs a break too.
I turn Netflix on when people start showing up so someone can pick a movie, I don't have the mental capacity to decide on that right now.
"What's up bitches? Thank God exams are fucking over!" Johanna exclaims when she bursts through the door carrying a handle of whiskey. "Now, who's ready for a drink?"
"ME!" I exclaim from the kitchen and everyone laughs at me. I eye Peeta inquisitively, asking him if he wants one without opening my mouth. He grabs three cups and begins to fill them with ice by way of answering me. Johanna hands Peeta the bottle and he pours some in each cup before adding some Coke. I ask Delly if she wants one knowing full well she'll say no. Johanna takes a gulp of her drink and decides we need to have a toast. The four of us raise our glasses. "To the end of the fucking semester!" Johanna calls and the rest of us repeat her toast before downing our drinks. Either we're really thirsty or we just really want to feel the effects of the alcohol. Soon. I'm thinking probably the second option. Except Delly, she just really likes Dr. Pepper.
Annie and Finnick walk in shortly after that and Johanna eagerly offers them drinks and they graciously accept. They slam their first one as well. We're on our second one, taking it a bit slower this time, and Delly is flipping through titles on Netflix when Thresh and Rue arrive. Rue takes a drink but Thresh declines as he is driving them home.
After a few hours and a few more whiskeys, we're not really paying attention to the TV anymore – we're all complaining about professors and expressing our gratitude for the semester coming to a close.
"No, dude, but you don't understand. Coin was so boring, I swear to God, I didn't learn anything. Except what metacognition is." I blurt out.
"Oh, Everdeen. That's probably just because you were sitting next to lover boy every day." Johanna retorts. "You were probably fucking him with your eyes every time you were in class, so it's your own damn fault you didn't learn anything." This earns a laugh from everyone, I nearly do a spit take and then I remember, "Hey, speaking of eye fucking, Marvel was asking about you after you left the restaurant the other night."
"Who the fuck is Marvel?" Annie asks suddenly.
"He's that bartender with the tattoo sleeve Johanna thinks is so hot." Rue answers.
"Oh, he's got those pretty hazel eyes," Delly chimes.
"Yeah, that one," I say, "He wants to know 'your deal' you should talk to him next time you come in. He's actually pretty nice." I wink at her. Johanna rolls her eyes but I can tell she's considering it. She'll probably go home and fuck him next time she comes in. I know she talked shit about Glimmer doing the same thing but she wouldn't bring him to her room if fucking Glimmer were there, she would go to his place.
After we've all finished the bottle of whiskey and I'm starting to lose feeling in my face, the crowd in my tiny apartment starts to disperse. I make sure everyone has a safe way to get home before they leave. As soon as Peeta closes the door behind Annie and Finnick, the last to leave, my hands are on him. Wrapping around his waist, traveling up his chest, down his arms and back up, my fingers twining in his hair. His mouth crashes into mine, his tongue searching my mouth, his strong hands pulling me closer to him. I pull away from his lips and begin to press hungry kisses along his strong jawline.
"I love you so much, Katniss," Peeta murmurs, his calloused hands scratching my back softly as he slides his hands up my shirt. "I love you too, Peeta," I whisper in his ear before sucking his ear lobe in between my teeth and nibbling it lightly. A low moan escapes from the back of his throat. I pull his shirt over his head and he walks me backwards until the back of my legs is flush with the arm of the lumpy sofa. Peeta's hands are traveling all over my body, caressing every inch of me; his fingers tuck under the hem of my shirt and he slowly slides it off of me. His mouth moves wolfishly from my lips to my jaw to the sweet spot behind my ear, down my neck. He unhooks my bra and I throw it to the floor. His lips caress my breasts gently and I knot my fingers roughly in his golden waves.
I want him to be rougher with me – I want to feel his need for me, I want to feel the urgency of his desire. I pull on his head, pressing my nipple further into his mouth and claw at his back to bring him closer to me. Peeta understands what I want and his demeanor instantly changes. One hand travels to my braid pulls down on it sharply pointing my jaw toward the ceiling. His lips are at my neck again with a renewed, and seemingly insatiable thirst. His other hand is kneading my breast; rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it every few seconds. Peeta presses kisses to my chest, down my stomach, to my hips, along the waistband of my cotton shorts. The apex of my thighs is throbbing with desire and I can feel wetness spilling into my panties. "Peeta…" I hum and he looks up at me, his eyes meet mine as he bites down on my shorts and pulls them down my legs. I step out of them completely as he stands back up. He slides two fingers inside me and moves them slowly back and forth while his thumb circles around my clitoris. I moan but his mouth swallows the sound almost before it escapes my lips. Never breaking contact between us, he lowers me onto the arm of the couch. He stops to take the pillows off of the bed and places them behind me on the couch. A moment later he's back in front of me – I reach up and brush his chest lightly with the tips of my fingers. But my hand feels heavy, probably because of the whiskey, so I let it fall. He's drinking me in with his eyes, like I'm the first drink he's had in months and he just can't get enough.
I see his hardness through his jeans – I reach out and stroke it. A low hiss escapes through his teeth. I want him so bad, but he's got other plans. He lays me down onto the pillows behind me and sinks to his knees between my legs. Peeta places kisses down the inside of my thigh, to my knee and back up – nipping every so often along the way; he repeats the process on my other leg. I am dripping, moaning, and rocking my hips slightly. God, I want him so fucking bad. His fingers slide into my folds, causing a hitch in my breathing. He gives me the crooked grin I love so much and then his mouth is on me. His tongue sliding up and down, tasting all of me. "Oh fuck!" I cry out. The anticipation was great, but the act itself is even better – it feels phenomenal. I pull his hair. He reaches up and puts his hand on my breast kneading and pulling on it. The sensations are almost too much but I'm not quite ready to fall apart yet. "Fucking Christ, Peeta," I breathe. His tongue finds my bundle of nerves and flicks over it a few times before he sucks it in between his lips and nibbles on it slightly. His fingers are sliding in and out of me frantically and he continues to lap up my wetness. Peeta clamps onto my clit one last time and his fingers stroke my G-spot as everything fades to white around me. "Peeta, oh fuck," I plead as shockwaves of fire ripple throughout my body. I wait for them before I sit up to look at Peeta.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "Good?" he asks. "Perfect," I say, still out of breath. He grins smugly, satisfied with himself. I want him to feel the way he just made me feel. I jump up pulling him to his feet. I all but tear his pants off. His cock springs forward, I reach out and stroke him. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, "Katniss," he groans from the back of his throat. I spin him around and push him down onto the couch. "Fuck Katniss, I want you so bad."
"I know," I grin as I straddle him. I lower myself onto his cock and throws his head back in ecstasy. I realize he was feeling the same anticipation I was while he was pleasuring me; only, his gratification was further delayed by mine. I splay my hands across his chest as I ride him faster and faster. His fingers grasp at the end of my braid before his hands fall to rest on my ass. "Fuck," I murmur against his ear. He groans and squeezes my ass, pulling me further onto his cock. He holds me still as he thrusts up into me once, twice, three times, then his legs spasm. "God damn, Katniss," Peeta growls and he tilts my chin down and kisses me deeply. I fall apart at the seams.
Maybe we should drink whiskey more often.