Seriously, guys, I know there's no excuse for my absence. Just life got in the way, and I needed to find myself again. So, I wanted to give you a little preview of this chapter. The entire chapter is written, but not typed. Do not worry my Jedi force, I shall give you the rest later today! Please don't be angry at me. And thank you everyone who sent me such sweet messages, and comments asking me to write again...seriously y'all were my driving force to keep writing!
-xoxo Kayla C.
"Sweetheart, please calm down. Come here and sit next to me."
Peeta has been at it for an hour, doing his absolute best to calm down his stage frightened wife. I've known for days about the interview with Caesar, but the panic didn't hit me until I was sat down in a makeup chair this morning. I assume it's because I've been in my happy, married la-la land. You would think I would know better to ever let my guard down and let myself be soft but Peeta has really been the only thing on my mind for the past week.
Part of me wishes I could put my "drunk in love" shield back over my eyes. It certainly would be helpful seeing how I've been pacing up and down this dressing room for the past 30 minutes. Every now and then I take a quick glance at the plush carpet below my feet to make sure it hasn't started smoking.
I walk over to the vanity and place my hands on the top. I look myself up and down in the mirror and admire Cinna's work. My makeup was kept subtle but is heavy for the stage lights. My gray eyes are defined with soft pink and tan-brown. In fact that look a little like after me and Peeta make love. Heavy and satisfied. I certainly look more mature, and older. The thought of my love-making with Peeta makes me blush.
And I wait to see the bright red flush through the peach color Cinna applied. I look into the reflection waiting for my face to turn the fiery hue but it doesn't. I can feel the blush but I can't see it. Must be a very clever makeup trick on Cinna's part. My lips form a puffy pink pout, almost like I've been kissing. My hair has been curled and pulled to the side into a low ponytail secured by the hair piece I wore to my wedding.
My dress is a creamy-pink color, strapless with the same neckline as my wedding dress. The length is down to my knees and flows so beautifully, and soft. The waist of the dress wraps around and cinches at the left side at my hip. My heels, matching the color of the dress perfectly, and they are almost scary high. But the shoes and the dress alone are very plain but just so perfect in their wholeness.
On my right hand is the pearl Peeta gave me, on my left I see my wedding rings. I'm so mesmerized by them. I even realize I truly love them. They show my bond to Peeta, how much we belong to each other.
Suddenly Peeta wraps his hand around my left arm, slowly moving it down to my hand, where he holds it tightly. His other hand rests on my right hip, and he nuzzles his face into my neck. My knees almost buckle, when he inhales.
"Mmm, Katniss, I love this perfume."
I give a shy smile, "I remember the first time I wore it."
Peeta looks at my reflection curiously, waiting for me to continue.
"The night of our interviews before the games Cinna had a small table of perfumes set out for me. He asked me which one I liked. At the time I really didn't care but I did like the way this one smelled so I picked it. Then right before the interviews you leaned over to my chair and told me you loved my perfume. I was so nervous that I barely registered what you said, but it stuck with me."
He starts lightly kissing my neck and whispered, "You wore it on our wedding day," he smiles against my back, "When we were standing at the altar I caught the scent of it. It took everything I had to not kiss you there and then."
As he started to move his lips to my shoulders my eyes fell shut. I know I am getting riled up and I shouldn't be but I can't resist my husband's playful seduction. My breath catches into a moan. Peeta chuckles, "Shhh, baby. They'll hear."
I push my bottom into him and hear him let out a hiss. His right hand leaves my hip and pulls up my dress. He pushes his fingers past the cream colored panties Cinna gave me to wear.
When he finds me, my back arches. We both know I'm ready for him, moist and soft. What we are doing is so forbidden, so taboo, but I think that's what makes it so hard to resist. "Katniss, I need you…right now." My brain is fuzzy with arousal, and I can't form any of my words together so all I say is, "yes."