Okay, this chapter is short, but the next one should be pretty large. So as always please let me know what you think. My feedback from the last chapter was a tad bit disappointing. So I have decided if things don't start looking up I'm going to end the story. Thank you to everyone who does review and Follow!
With love and admiration.
-K.
After crawling out of our shower we dry ourselves off. We sit on the edge of the tub in our towels and I lay my head against his shoulder.
"So, I think this is what honeymoons are about," I saying breaking the silence. "Eat, sleep, and make love."
Without warning Peeta is laughing hysterically and holding his sides.
"What's so funny?" I ask blushing.
"Because at this moment is seems true! And I mean come on, Kittykat, you said it so seriously!" He leans over and gives me a quick peck on the top of my head.
"Kittykat?" I rise off his shoulder to look at him with an arched eyebrow.
"I think it's cute, and no one else calls you that. So…I'm going to start," he says teasingly.
I look at him with annoyance, but hardly feel that way, and stick my tongue out at him. He grins at me, and then mimics my action, sticking his own tongue out. My husband is so cute, and he makes me giggle.
So I'll be "The Girl on Fire" to Panem, Katniss to my family, Catnip to Gale, and now Kittykat to my husband? It works for me.
Peeta smiles at me warmly, "You are so cute. How did I ever get so lucky?"
I stop laughing abruptly and look at him, confused. I stand and climb into Peeta's lap, taking him off guard. The soles of my feet touching the inside at the bottom of the tub. I take his face into both my hands.
"Do you ever think maybe I was the one to get lucky? You've saved my life more than once. You've lost a leg for me Peeta, and you think you're the lucky one? And not to mention you've got the best buns in town." I say with a wink.
Peeta's face turns pink when he catches the pun. His expression makes me laugh and soon after he joins in.
After the shower Peeta managed to find the linen closet, and we replaced the sheets on the bed.
As I placed the pillow down on the now made-up bed Peeta walks over behind me and presses his hips into me. Causing me to squirm against him as he pulls my hair to one side. He pushes my hands into the duvet with his own.
"I can't wait to christen these sheets with you too," he breathed into my neck. The heat on my sensitive neck makes me close my eyes and become lost.
He chuckles against my ear, his breath tickling me. The sensual sensation makes me melt into nothing.
In the shower Peeta satisfied my sexual hunger, almost leaving me weak at my knees. But it was back now, and with a vengeance. Maybe it's the 18-something years of celibacy that is causing it, though I suspect it's my body's desire for Peeta. It knows what he can do, and what he can make me feel.
After years of playing a game, this game, of truth or dare with Panem everything has built up. Fake kisses that spark my body and teasing touches that leaves me wanting. It's funny for me to think back to the days I didn't want Peeta in anyway but a friend. But now, now I want him to satisfy my need, to touch every inch of me.
Craving for friction, I push back into him and wiggle. His breath catches, and his right hand travels to my hip pressing his fingertips lightly into it.
"Hmm. Katniss." Vaguely I can feel him hard against me, until he purposely flexed his hips against me. Taking my hand into his, and he kisses my knuckles. "Tonight."
What? Tonight? No, no I want this now. He pulls away leaving me hot and bothered. I turn my head towards him. Immediately I start pouting and feel the need to protest.
Taking my bottom lip between his thumb and index finger tugging softly he says, "Don't pout Katniss. You'll be mine tonight." He smiles and winks at me. "Tease," I hiss at him.
Peeta wanders into extra activity room to finalize one of his sketches onto a canvas, and I settle to call Cinna.
"I'm so glad you kids are enjoying yourselves!" Cinna says to me in a genuinely happy tone. Though I can feel his restraint to tease me.
"Yes, Cinna so much! Thank you again for everything." I say emphasizing the word everything. "Oh, and um…thank you for urm…taking to me about birth control." I recall Peeta's reaction earlier and have to refrain from the laughter I feel tickling my throat.
"And again, Katniss, you are most welcome."
"What is the press like in the Capitol? You know, about the wedding." I aimlessly start twirling my hair, which has been free since our shower, around my fingers.
"Constant and repetitive. But the footage is beautiful, and well put together. They captured both of you in a very romantic light. They never interviewed you the day of the wedding, but they did Peeta. Right before he walked down the aisle."
Well that's news to me. I don't mind though, it must be some "can't see the bride" tradition. Peeta's interview probably set the tone perfectly.
"Oh and you have an interview with Caesar Flickerman the day after you return from your honeymoon."
Oh? I grow tense and stay silent. Terrified of the impending interview. Oh my god. What questions will be asked? Surely not about our honeymoon. Then everyone will know what we've been doing. I know it's obvious what we've been doing but still!
"Don't worry Katniss! There will be questions about the honeymoon but nothing to… private."
I still don't relax, I can feel fear in my veins.
"The interview will mostly be about the wedding itself. They will show the footage for the millonth time, and probably some photographs. Ask you mundane questions like 'Do you feel different being married?' or 'Are you excited about being newly weds?'"
That's it? Ok, I can relax. I release my breath, surprised I was holding it.
"Ok. I think I will be fine. I'm more concerned with fighting a blush if they as a seemingly innocent, provactive question."
He chuckles, "Don't worry about that either Katniss. I can cover any redness up with some makeup. But you two should probably avoid any hickies."
Heat immediately rises to my cheeks. Clearly no on is here to see but it presents itself anyway.
"Will do." I love Cinna dearly, but it takes some trying to cover my pang of annoyance.
"Okay, so remember you have 4 days total of your honeymoon. I'll call and let you know what time the car will be picking you up. Let's see…Oh! And your mother and sister left the Capitol today around 12 so you won't be able to reach them until tomorrow around 4 I think."
Well that's good to know. I was going to call my mom right after Cinna but I guess I'll wait until tomorrow.
"Alright Cinna thank you! I'll talk to you soon?"
"Count on it Katniss. Goodbye."
"Bye, Cinna."
As I sat the phone down Peeta enters the room.
"Who was that?" He asks as he takes a seat beside me.
"Just Cinna," I say as Peeta takes my legs into his lap. "We are all the buzz on Capitol television."
"When are we not?" He says with a smile as he shakes his head. "I've never understood what's so amazing about us."
"The star-crossed lovers from District 12? Plenty to them. It's like a real life soap opera for them."
"I guess that's a way to look at it."