Author's Note:
So Annie passes out, Peeta is a casualty to himself and Delly is angry that everyone else is together apart from her! I tried to stop writing this story, but I just keep adding more and more to it for the next angle that I want to take with a more *cough* "Adult" *cough* story of Peeta and Katniss when they graduate! And fillers are fun most of the time!
Thank you to kc324 and PeetaLuver1 for the alerts!
Thanks in particular to Bright Lights and White Nights, for whom, the descriptions and pretty much this entire chapter is dedicated to.
Things are about to get a little steamy for our little lovebirds, and in particular for our boy Peeta! This chapter is rated M for frantic corridor make out sessions and sexy day dreams! You have been warned!
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SilverMistKey…You're My Broff Machio! Do The Crane Thing!
Annie:
It's a windy day in Panem, as Finn and I walk to school. The trees outside my house are violently shaking as if the wind will pull them out from the roots as I meet him on the footpath outside my house. I remember how lucky I am as he pulls me in for a hug, flinging my school bag over his other shoulder.
"Hey you" I smile at him.
"Hey yourself" he replies, his eyes gleaming with something…. Finnick only gets that look in his eye when he's dying to tell me something. It's also the reason why I always win at poker when we play; he can't lie when it comes to me. He takes my hand in his and we walk the short distance to school; through the horrible grey streets of Panem. Everything is grey around here; at least there's the promise of colour and hope at school, what with our very diverse and crazy gang of friends.
"So what exactly happened on Saturday after I passed out?"
"I carried you home, and stayed with you until you woke up. You were pretty pale and disorientated but I…
"…I mean with Peeta and Katniss!"
Finnick smiles at me as catches my hand in his as we walk to school, the bitter cold catching the back of my neck, makes me shiver.
"Well… Peeta told me that she cleaned him up and bandaged the mark up and they just hung on afterwards..."
My eyes jerk up to his face at the sound of the 'innocent' words. Finn smirks at me, as if he can read my thoughts.
"No Annie… they didn't do it! Although Peet did say that Katniss told him something"
Finn likes it when we play mind games; he knows that I'm itching to know. I squeeze his hand in curiosity, and his smile broadens, showing a strip of white teeth in the process.
"Steady on, my dear"
"Tell me!"
"Well…"
"Finnick Odair! Tell me already!"
"She told him that she loved him. She said the three words"
Paralysis hits me as I understand what has just been said.
"Katniss? Katniss Everdeen? Our friend, Katniss? She's not the mushy type at all! How did it happen?"
"I don't know Annie! She just said it!"
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry Mr. Grinch!"
Finn's hand presses harder into mine, the mass of auburn hair tumbles into his lime coloured eyes, but I can still feel them burning on me. I spin myself into his chest, our linked hands wrapped around me, as my chin presses against his huge frame. Finn is monstrous in height and in build, but he's just a big teddy bear really; soft and cuddly. This façade won't stay long; it never does with Finnick, he's too good natured and happy.
"I'm sorry" I say softly, looking up at him, before stepping on tip-toe to kiss him gently.
His arm snakes around my waist and I feel him kissing me back, his tongue tracing the tip of my lip, coaxing my own into his mouth. I feel his arms tremble around me as he lifts me off the ground; the cold wind snaps around us and his lips become more urgent against mine.
"Finn…" I whisper, as his mouth plants wet kisses down my throat over the rising goose pimples on my skin.
"I love you so much Annie Cresta" he breathes in between kisses, his mouth against my ear nuzzling it gently.
"I love you too Finnick Odair. Even if you are a drama queen at the best of times…" I smile as he puts me down and we continue our walk to school.
Warmth immediately rushes through me as Finn opens the door. A brightly lit corridor, with large windows looks out to the sad excuse of a garden that's planted outside. He slips me my bag and we walk along the corridor, it wooden floor has been glazed with some sort of polish or seal that makes it slippery as we tread through a mass hoard of people, looking for our lockers. We turn a corner and journey down a darker corridor where the lockers are. Class starts in half an hour, so the mad rush for books and equipment won't start until five minutes before nine; so the corridor is virtually abandoned and silent.
Finnick seizes the opportunity and presses his mouth against mine before I have time to think, as we pick up from where we left off, my back pressed against the metal row of lockers as I drop my bag to the ground allowing my arms to curl around his shoulders. I feel his hands everywhere; my face, my hair and then my waist. His kisses are light, but still passionate, as his tongue flicks into my mouth, playing with my own. I feel his teeth tug on my bottom lip, pulling back slightly. The demon, he knows that I can't resist it when he does that, and I swear that I can hear his muffled laughter as I throw myself into him. But our moment is broken when I hear a giggle.
That's Katniss' voice, but she's out of sight. Curiously, Finn and I investigate further, feeling like Sherlock and Watson as we venture further down the line of painted grey lockers. The giggle sounds again and I know we're homing in on whoever it is; a smirk forms at my mouth as I look at Finn and he's grinning too.
"Katniss…."
Definitely Mellark.
"Ooohh…"
And by the sounds of things, Peeta is enjoying this immensely. We spy them, him against the wall, her pressing into his neck, his hands on her waist; grinning like the cat that got the cream.
"They ain't got anything on us, babe…Just in case you're wondering" smiles Finn, as he presses his lips to my forehead.
"HEY, YOU TWO!"
Katniss and Peeta knock heads and look at us; they're eyes the size of marbles. Katniss has turned an almost dangerous shade of red; and Peeta twist her so that see can't see us. But they're laughing at least.
Katniss:
"C'mon, there's a tonne of time before first bell; and there's no one here but you and me. Is it really that bad of me to want to have a little time with you before it ends, Katniss?" he says, those puppy dog eyes bearing into mine as I dump my maths book into my bag.
"Peeta Mellark, will you please stop thinking with you dick for a change?" I say, my voice filled with anxiety.
"You told me that you didn't want to be so public in school I thought"
"I don't…but I'd just like a kiss Katniss, that's all"
Now I feel like the asshole, well done Baker Boy, you've made me the guilty party.
"Peeta…I'm sorry… You know how weird this is for me… I guess I just need a while to adjust"
"It's okay Katniss… I know"
I have to make it right, I feel like such a bitch to him.
"Peeta, come here" I extend my arms for him to hug me.
"Thanks sweetheart" his head propped on my shoulder, as his arms wrapping around my torso.
But then it hits me…we are alone, there's nobody else here. How bad could it be for a light session right here, right now? And there is something really … hot about the thought of making out in school. I break from Peeta's arms temporarily as I look into his eyes; confused and maybe hurt spreads in them. He looks so beautiful when he's vulnerable. His lips are so soft against mine and my hands tangle in his hair as I fall against him. We crash to the wall and for one fast minute, our lips part, but then regain the rhythm we had been building. Peeta pulls back on my lip, his hands pulling me against him and my hands wander down to his jeans, my fingers trembling with both anticipation and nerves as the kiss deepens even more. I can feel him protruding from his jeans, digging into my thigh; firm yet malleable at the same time and I press against him…there, as I trail my lips from his mouth to his throat, to his shoulder, leaving a trail of red marks along the top of his shoulder. My hands slip into his back pockets as his mouth sucks on my neck when I squeeze his ass.
"Katniss…"
Saying my name like that, in between heavy breaths and kisses is one of the hottest things that I've ever heard, if not the hottest. Oh Baker Boy…you're a piece of work. We're both so lost in the other; we've forgotten where we are, forgotten the boundaries of space and time and everything else for that matter. That's why we're lucky to have such great friends as Annie and Finnick, who severe our session too soon.
"HEY, YOU TWO!"
We break apart abruptly and I see Finn and Annie looking vaguely amused. I've gone red. Shit.
"Ssh, it's okay K, it's okay, here"
Peeta grabs me, so that they can only see my back, whilst his face is illuminated by the heavy yellow lights that shine down on the greyish corridor, doors scattered along the stretch of concrete, dividing one classroom from the next.
"I'll meet you here at the end of school, okay?"
"Okay"
"Hey… look at me"
I look up at him, feeling the embarrassment fade away as his lips press against my forehead and his eyes close.
"I love you" he smiles, his eyes looking back into mine.
"I know. I hope you know that I love you too" I reply before kissing him lightly one last time.
Peeta:
I feel invincible right now; this morning at school was just incredibly hot and steamy, almost like my dreams turned into reality; except in my dreams it's generally me and my hand. But this morning was very, very real and I didn't even have to think about anything to feel the ahem…friction in my pants. I've got that ridiculous grin on my face as I walk with Finn to maths class. Gale Hawthorne, our very own gigolo has arrived late as per usual. I really don't get what is the attraction, but as a guy, I doubt I would. Maths drags on like a blue whale as the teacher discusses topics like algebra and integration, but my mind is elsewhere. I don't care much for maths, art is more my thing; even if there's only a handful of guys in the class. After a relentless forty minutes of daydreaming, the bell brings my mind back into focus. I'll have to get the notes off someone; I was completely zoned out from everything else, other than Katniss.
… We're in a beautiful room, the high ceilings and walls are painted in a light creamy colour. There's a pair of French doors that open to the outside world, making the room light and airy. I'm lying in what appears to be a white linen hammock, the sun warming my head on the pillow as it rocks to and fro in the breeze. I'm lightly clothed, just a pair of light fabric shorts and a buttoned down shirt, which is fitting in the warm weather. She steps out in a short white dress, her hair cascading around her shoulders; the freckles on her face seem darker than they usually are and pads over to me. Her eyes are burning into mine with desire as she stands in front of me, a smile playing on her mouth. I sit up in the hammock, trying hard not to fall as I plant my feet on the ground, still sitting on this contraption. My hands reach for her thighs to pull her closer to me, before kissing her abdomen through the fabric. Her fingers gently knot in my hair as I look into her dark eyes. She leans down and our lips meet, lightly at first, but keeps on building and building, the blood in my lips nearly burning me under her touch. My hands are still on her thighs, but they too are burning as I pull her so close that we both fall back into the hammock bed. This hunger overtakes me and I just want her, all of her so badly it hurts.
"Peeta…I want you…" she coos in my ear, sending me into this animalistic frenzy.
I shift her so that were both kneeling up, and my hands slip up her thighs, feeling the cotton underwear that she's wearing, as her fingers work meticulously at the buttons of my shirt, as I kiss her collarbones, before my nose travels down to her sternum, feeling the tops of her breasts against the my cheeks. My shirt is off and I manage to pull myself away from her so that I can lift the dress over her head, leaving her in just her bra and pants, feeling myself come undone at the sight of her, as she leans back into the hammock, leaving me kneeling still. I'm wearing too much in comparison to her and my hands divert to freeing myself from my own pants. I lean down beside her, our bodies pressed against each other and we pick up from where we left off…
I'm grinning like an idiot as I walk out and turn down the flooded corridor, as students bustle against each other to get into different rooms. I'm making my way to the stairs to the art floor when I hear a husky voice behind me.
"I hear you're with that Everdeen freak, Mellark"
Gale Hawthorne, you fucktard. How dare you ruin my sex day dreams?
"She's not a freak Hawthorne, and if you ever say that again, you'll need to take photos of those molars for dental records" I spit, venom coating my voice.
"Whatever. She's probably just using you coz she can't get me" he says, the arrogance evident in his voice.
"You prick. She'd never want something like you. You're probably riddled with disease. It's a wonder that your cock hasn't turned black and shrivelled up" I say confidently.
"At least I actually get some Mellark, unlike you… I mean, it's been what? Six months since you two meet and you haven't done it? Are you scared ickle Peeta?" he taunts me.
"Maybe I'm just not that screwed up that I need a different girl every day of the week. I have someone who likes me, wants me even. And it's not just for the night, it's for keeps. So the next time you're screwing some random girl, I hope that it's worth it, you dysfunctional, heartless bastard" I spit, my eyes creasing at the side as I stare into his.
He's taller than me by about a foot, but I could take him if I had to, I would for Katniss. But he backs down out of my face, his eyes diverting over my shoulder before walking off. I turn back to the stairs and bump unexpectantly into Katniss.
Katniss:
"Peeta…" my voice hangs in the air between us.
He looks forlorn, as if he's in pain at the sight of me. I say nothing but drag him away into the closest bathroom I can find. Pulling him into a cubicle, I bolt the door before welding my mouth to his, without saying a thing.
"Katniss, what's wrong?" he asks, his mouth prying away from mine in between frantic breaths.
"Peeta… I heard everything… what you said to Gale… I just wanted to… to thank you is all…" my head lowers, unable to look at him directly in the eye.
He pulls away from me, fixing my hair in the process, his fingers tracing down my cheek.
"Sweetheart, you know that I'd never take that lying down. Knights in shining armour and all that fluffy crap" he smiles, his teeth peeping through his lips.
We kiss briefly for a couple more minutes, before realising that we need to get to class
"As much as I'd love to do this, right here, right now, I have drawings to do K"
"No nude ones I hope" I ask, unlocking the door of the cubicle, making sure that no one's around before stepping out.
Peeta looks devilishly at me before leaning into my ear and whispering, "No…I've no subject for that sort of thing….yet"
"Not a chance, Baker Boy" I laugh, feeling myself flush red at the thoughts of him drawing me nude.
We walk through the quiet corridor, noticing the various posters and brightly coloured notices that highlight the rather dull walls of Panem Secondary School. He has art and I've got French, so we won't see each other until lunch perhaps. The stairs part our routes, and something devious plays on my mind. I want to give Peeta something to think about before we graduate in a couple of months. We part ways before I shout over my shoulder:
"Besides…. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise I have in store on the night of the Grad for you Peeta…involving me and you"
I feel his eye burning into my back as I walk on down to French class. Nudist? Me? Je ne sais pas…
Author's Note (Again):
So that's the end of another story! By the way, the "Grad" is a term that is the equivalent to the Prom in America… I think J
But that story will be told entirely by itself!
And thus concludes this chapter and this story!