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"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."
He pushes me down a little to the vanity, and hikes my dress up more. Before he pushes into me he leans down to my ear. "You have to be very quiet okay, baby? Trust me I want to hear you but I'm sure the walls have ears," when I nod he continues, "I love you." I open my mouth to say it too, but I never get a chance before he has already pushed himself inside me. I almost moan, almost lose it but I catch myself at the last possible moment.
His left hand stays tightly gripping mine, and his right has moved back to my hip. There is nothing slow about this love-making. It's fast, and hot, and passionate. The excitement that we can get caught any second makes it so intense, and sexy. I brace myself against the vanity. With each thrust I push myself back against him, meeting him.
Slowly and gradually I feel the tension building up inside me. Peeta leans forward into my ear again.
"Katniss, look. Look how beautiful you are." I look up into the mirror, instantly I clench around him at the sight of us together. My mouth hangs slightly open and I can see a glow about us. Watching us have sex, especially like this makes me feel fiery hot deep in my core.
"Let me see your hand."
Without asking questions I raise up my right hand for him to take. He covers my hand completely with his and moves them under the front of my dress.
"Peeta, what-." before I can finish he's clamping both of our hands down onto my clit. He starts moving my fingers the same way he does his alone. The very erotic manipulation of my hand makes me feel boneless and weak.
"If, for any reason, I'm ever away do just like this and think of me." I catch his eyes in the mirror, and I have to stifle the urge to scream out his name. Suddenly he moves his hand away from my fingers.
"Keep going. Make yourself come."
"Ahh…," I accidentally lose myself for a split second. Before I can curse myself Peeta jerks his hand up to my mouth. Gently he places his palm over my lips, ultimately muffling any cries of pleasure I release. I continue to touch myself with my own fingers, and at a steady pace I feel my climax building. We don't break eye contact until the last second before I meet my end. My eyes slam shut tightly, and I moan his name in pleasure, only to have it muffled in his palm. Peeta beings to bite his bottom lip in what I assume is an effort to keep quiet.
Suddenly he jerks away from me completely and finally finds his climax. I stand there, coming down from my high, watching him finish into his hand in a daze. When we both catch our breaths he looks up at me with a smile.
"Give me a second."
He enters the bathroom and I hear the faucet turn on. I turn back to the mirror to see how much of my makeup will have to be touched up and surprisingly none. My entire face is perfectly intact, as if I have been sitting straight up doing absolutely nothing for the past few hours.
Peeta returns with a damp washcloth.
"May I?" He asks quietly.
I sit down on the vanity bench and pull my panties completely off, checking to see if they are damp. Which they aren't, not even a little. Peeta pushes up my dress and softly wipes between my sensitive folds. Curiosity gets the best of me, "Why didn't you…you know…inside?"
A small blush creeps across his face, making him my still adorable and slightly shy husband.
"I didn't want you to have uncomfortable and wet underwear to sit around in for the next few hours."
I smile at my sweet, thoughtful husband. I lean down until are lips are so close but do not touch, "I love you so much." I take his face in my hands and pull his lips to mine. The kiss is soft and gentle. Alerting me immediately that my sweet husband is back from his sexual substitute.
There's a sudden rapping on our door that makes up both jump.
"We need you guys behind the stage in five minutes."
I stand up and slide my underwear back on under my dress. I adjust Peeta's tie than stand back and admire him. They matched him almost identically to me. His suit is cream without the pink tone to it. His jacket hangs loose at the moment, exposing his white dress shirt and light gray tie. The colors are perfect on his pale skin.
"You are so beautiful Katniss," he says smiling while reaching for my hand.
"Thank you," I say blushing as he pulls me out of the room.