I wasn't planning on updating until next week but as it's November now I felt like I should get the last of the October chapters out of the way. If you enjoy the chapter please leave a review – I'd love to know if there are more than 3 people out there reading it!

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October Part Four

PPOV

I wake warm and comfortable, soft plump pillows beneath my cheek and the blissful sensation of a naked body pressed against mine.

I open my eyes to find Katniss already awake and watching me. She fell asleep on the sofa last night and hardly stirred when I carried her to bed. The memory of what directly preceded her passing out, is enough to have me instantly hard against her thigh.

Last night was completely unexpected and I wish I knew exactly what she was thinking this morning, but the fact that she's still pressed up against me has to be a good sign.

"Morning," I say, because it seems like a safe place to start.

"Good morning," she replies softly.

'So uh…you said you wanted to order breakfast in bed."

"Seriously?" she raises her eyebrows at me incredulously, her forehead furrowing further as her expression deepens into a scowl. "Tell me you're not really thinking about food right now?"

"I um…" My face twitches and my chin juts up automatically. You'd think after last night I wouldn't feel quite so intimidated by her, but ironically I'm even more worried about saying the wrong thing now. Thankfully she doesn't wait for me to answer.

"Because I can't even think about breakfast right now. Because all I can think about is last night and the way your mouth felt," she states, without it seems even a hint of self-consciousness. "Because either I was drunker than I thought I was and I've imagined just how good you were, or - and I'm hoping this is the truth because I don't feel hungover - you were in fact that amazing."

I think I'm blushing, no, I know I'm blushing. "Uh…I …" God what am I supposed to say to that? No one has ever praised my oral skills before. But then I don't think I've ever thrown absolutely everything into my actions I possibly could, like my life depended on it - including some pointers I picked up from a porno I watched the other night - because I knew it was likely to be my one and only chance at spending the night with Katniss Everdeen. I hadn't factored on there being a morning as well. God, what if I don't live up to her memory?

She doesn't give me any time for further doubt. Her hand sneaks between us, cupping my balls before moving to stroke my increasingly hard dick. "Do you want me Peeta?" she asks, as she continues to stroke me. "Because it feels like you do. And I really want to feel your mouth again."

I don't think I've ever encountered anyone as direct before. And I can't help worrying that the only reason I felt good last night was because she told me exactly what felt good. Her noises and encouragement gave me a complete guide to what she wanted. Without her direction there's a big chance that this morning could be a serious let down for her.

She kisses me, one hand tangling and fisting in my hair, as her mouth moves forceful and demanding against mine. The feeling of being so overwhelmingly wanted is intoxicating and I find any remaining doubt and inhibitions melting away with her kisses.

I stroke her breasts gaining satisfaction from the way her nipples harden as she arches into my touch. When I replace my fingers with my mouth she tugs at my hair, directing me to suck harder. The rough drag of my teeth on her nipple extracts a pained "yes" from her, so I pay the same attention to her other breast before beginning to kiss my way south over her belly.

She has lost the sun kissed look she had when she first started work at the café, but the remnants of her tan still make her look dark against my overly pale skin. I can still see faint tan lines as I kiss down to where her bikini bottoms would have started.

She spreads her legs and as I move lower she hitches one leg up and over my shoulder, opening herself to me. I moan at the sight of how wet she is already. I alternate between watching the movements of my fingers as they glide over her and the look of pure want in her eyes, as she in turn watches me admiring her. The sound of her moaning my name as I taste her for the first time again, is almost enough to bring me to a premature end.

Any concern I might have harboured that I wouldn't be able to remember what it was that felt so good to her is unnecessary as, just like last night, she tells me exactly what she wants from me. "Oh, god yes….just there…fuck Peeta, like that…ah…oh fuck! Don't stop!" She rides with me, pressing against me when she wants it harder. Her grasp on my hair is bordering on torture but I wouldn't stop her for the world, not when she's making those noises.

She continues to moan both her appreciation and her directions, but when I try to slide my fingers inside her tight warmth as I did last night she stops me.

"No. I want to feel you."

"I don't have any condoms," I confess. I never considered this or last night as a possibility, so packing condoms didn't even cross my mind.

"In my wash bag, in the bathroom," she directs.

I basically sprint - well at lest as fast as I can with an erection - to the bathroom. I don't stop to get just one, instead bringing the whole strip of condoms with me and ripping one off on the way, tossing the others on to the bedside table, tearing into the foil with my teeth, extracting the condom and rolling it on as quickly as I can before I stop and realise how I must look.

I'm acting so frantically desperate, she's bound to guess what a massive loser I am and that I haven't had sex for months, nearly a year. But when I look at her she doesn't look like she thinks I'm funny or pathetic, if anything she looks just as desperate as I feel.

I let my dick slide between her legs a few times. I can feel her heat through the barrier of the condom and it feels incredible. I only hope I can hold it together long enough to make this good for her and prevent me being a huge disappointment to her.

Her breath hitches as I push into her and I groan, she feels even better than her mouth last night. I try to focus on anything but the feeling that I want to come. I run through the menu for next week, but that only makes me think about her at the café and that ridiculously tiny skirt she wears. I think about the train journey home but I just end up thinking about her again.

She's not exactly helping matters. She arches up to meet my every thrust with her legs wrapped about me, her heels digging into my ass like she's spurring me on to the finish. Please god, just don't let it be a premature one.

Oh god, I need her to come. I put my mouth to her breast and take her nipple between my teeth again, sucking harshly on her. She gasps loudly, but her grip on my hair traps me there, so I do it again and again even though my movements are becoming less and less coordinated.

She moans my name and I swear I've never heard anything so erotic in my life. Even if this is the one and only time I get to be with her, this memory is one that is going to endure and be revisited for a very long time when I'm on my own.

Just like last night I feel her tremor start to grow, like it's taking over her body, growing ever more intense. She comes with such ferocity that I can't help wondering if every other orgasm I've witnessed in previous partners have been fake.

The thought is almost but not quite enough to put me off my stride, and it only takes a few more erratic thrusts until I come.

I collapse onto where her body has melted beneath me, her breathing laboured and her heart drumming away wildly in her chest.

I roll off quickly, worried about crushing her small frame with mine and flop onto my back.

"Shit Mellark," she says, without turning to look at me, still staring up at the ceiling. "Explain to me why you're still single again."

"Well, there's the face tics, the erratic head movements and oh yeah, best of all, the tendency to call girls a fucking slut during the first date."

She laughs, a bubbling and joyous sound. "Yeah, but you just need to put 'incredible sex and mind-blowing orgasms guaranteed' on your dating profile and you'd have them queuing up."

"I'm pretty sure the incredible sex bit was mainly down to you, not me." No one else has ever mentioned me being mind blowing before, in fact the last girl that dumped me mentioned something about me being fairly mediocre in bed. Not that I'm about to tell Katniss that.

Katniss turns to look at me, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinises me. "I don't know who has given you the impression you aren't good in bed," she guesses, with an intimidatingly angry look, "but she was a bitch and a liar."

Then she lets out a deep lazy sigh and her face relaxes, "I think I'm ready for breakfast in bed now."

We don't need to check out, there are no bills to be paid and we already called down to the concierge to arrange a taxi, so we can just leave, but Katniss raises the question I've been wondering about myself.

"Do you want or need to speak to your family before we go?" she asks, as we're heading down to the ground floor.

"I imagine they're busy with other guests," I say. I hope I don't sound like a total coward for wanting to sneak off and I'm glad she doesn't attempt to talk me out of it.

We're almost out of the front door, when Katniss stops me. "I just want say thank you for inviting me." She stretches up on her toes and places a kiss to my lips which quickly escalates from a thank you kiss to an R rated one. One hand is on the back of my neck holding me to her as her tongue strokes mine, the other slips into the back pocket of my jeans before she squeezes my ass.

"Thank you for coming with me," I respond, as we come up for air.

"Anytime," she smirks.

Then over her shoulder I see Mark. There's a look of surprise and disgusted annoyance on his face. I give him a smile that tells him just what a lucky bastard I know I am. "See you at Christmas," I call over.

When I turn around I see the mirror behind me. Did Katniss know Mark was there? Was he the only reason she kissed me?

"You've been very quiet," she says, as we board the train. "Are you okay?" I know she can't have failed to notice the blinking and twitching that has accompanied my strained silence.

"Did…did you kiss me because Mark was there?"

"Yes," she states unapologetically. "I wanted the arsehole to know. If you give me his email I'll send him a message letting him know what an incredible lay you are as well. It doesn't mean I didn't enjoy kissing you." She leans closer and whispers, "And he's not here now."

Unlike the packed carriage on our outward journey, the train is almost empty and there's no one except the cows in the fields whizzing past the window, to see her kiss me now. Nor the way her hand moves over the front of my jeans, until I have to stop her before things get messy.

When we arrive at the station it's clear we need to get two taxis. We're heading in different directions and it doesn't make sense to share.

"So, I had a good time this weekend." She chews on her lip before she smiles and my heart sinks. I've seen that smile before, it usually accompanies the gentle let down. "But perhaps it would be wise for both of us if we were to quit whilst we're ahead. Hazelle's not due back to work until the later next month and I wouldn't want things to get weird between us at the café. This way we had a great weekend - I mean the hotel was out of this world, it was like something from a film or a fairy tale. So why don't we just keep it at that? Something incredible but entirely separate from real life?"

I nod. What she says is sensible and I can't really be disappointed. I don't have any right to be. If I hadn't had the chance to spend the night with her, then I could feel disappointed, but not now, not after last night and this morning. I have no regrets about how we spent this weekend.

"So I'll see you tomorrow," she waves, as she climbs into the back of the taxi. I just nod dumbly again and watch the taxi pull away. I can't help the very loud "FISH," that erupts from me without warning nor the next three that follow after.

The taxi stops at about the same time and the back door opens. She's half in and half out the taxi saying something to the driver before she runs back.

"Fuck real life," she says, as she reaches me. "I'm sleeping at your's tonight."

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