December - Part Two
We're back in the stock room. The lights are on this time and there's no one else in the building, so there's no risk of anyone over hearing us. Which is a good thing, as Katniss is making no attempt to be quiet.
However it turns out this fantasy from her list isn't as practical as you'd think. We started off with Katniss' back up against the shelving, one foot on the bottom shelf, her arms outstretched to either side holding on to the edge of the shelf. The visual of her naked body spread-eagled like that was incredible, but in action it wasn't so great. The shelves were digging into her spine and I only just saved a king size jar of mayonnaise from smashing onto the floor as it was bounced forward by our movements. She flipped around to face the shelves, her ass pushed up against me, but the shelf she was holding on to started to protest so loudly it sounded like it was about to come off the wall. We've finally ended up in a similar position - Katniss' arms outstretched, her hands braced against the door.
All the stopping and starting has been off-putting and Katniss cursed the frustration of losing the momentum of her orgasm twice, but from the noises she's making now it sounds like she's regained it. I've learnt to read the language of her body as well as her sounds almost perfectly, so I know her end is imminent.
I grit my teeth and will myself not to lose control first as I drive a little harder and faster into her. She gives an almost pained groan as her body tightens around me, before crying out my name in a beautiful release, and I allow myself to follow after her.
I sway, slightly light headed, my heart pounding in my chest, physically unable to release the tight grip I have on her hips. Damn! Whether it's due to all the hours we've been spending together or some other reason, I swear it's never felt this good with anyone else before.
Katniss has been coming back to mine with increasing frequency, not just at weekends but several times during the week as well. We cook dinner together - well it's mainly me, but she helps – we eat in front of the TV, and then inevitably we end up in bed, or on the sofa, coffee table or kitchen units.
Only recently, there have been times like last night when we don't. It was an even more frantic Friday night than usual and we didn't manage to close the café until late. By the time we got back to mine Katniss was practically dead on her feet. I made us both hot chocolate, we curled up on the sofa and Katniss fell asleep before she reached the bottom of the mug. She woke up whilst I was carrying her to bed and managed to stay awake long enough to undress and clean her teeth and then she was out like a light. Funny thing is, it was nice just having someone to slob out with, crashing on the sofa and falling asleep cuddled up in bed and then waking up in just the same way. If I was stupid I could almost believe this was a real relationship. What do mean if. When it comes to Katniss I'm about as stupid as they come.
As hard as I try, and as much as I know this isn't going to last, I can't help it. I'm falling, no, I've already fallen for her big time. I only hope my luck continues and I don't go and blurt out something stupid that wrecks what we have going.
Katniss straightens up and turns about to face me, leaning back on the door. "I think we can tick that one off the list and not bother again," she says. "Fucking up against the shelving was so much better in my head."
"Sorry to disappoint you," I say, but I'm not offended, it was very clear from the noises she was making that I didn't.
"Oh Peeta," she says, resting her arms on my shoulders and loosely linking her hands behind my head. "I don't think someone as hugely talented…" she drops her eyes to my groin briefly before looking back up at me, her eyebrows cocked, "…as yourself could ever disappoint."
Her seductive, overtly sexual comments are tongue-in-cheek, she's teasing me but I don't care. It still gives me a thrill to think that a girl like her seems to inexplicably think I'm something special. I pretty much told her so the other night, letting slip that I'd been called "worse than mediocre" in the past. She'd been outraged. Seriously outraged. She told me whoever it was that I'd been with must have been "worse than shit" in bed and didn't know what they were talking about. We had had a few glasses of wine and Katniss' cheeks were flushed with a hint of drunkenness, so that might have had something to do with it, but she straddled my lap on the sofa and unabashedly told me she'd never had oral sex like she had with me before, that no one else compared. That on the nights she wasn't with me she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers thinking about it. God I'd been so hard! I'd wanted to take her right there on the sofa, but when someone tells you something like that it only seems polite to put in a bit of oral effort before hand. So I pushed the coffee table aside, lay her down on the carpet and let her loudly praise me some more.
"Peeta?" Katniss says, as we leave the storeroom. There's an awkward heavy tone to her voice that makes me nervous. But the last time she sounded like this she told me she wasn't leaving, so I can only hope that similarly it's not bad news this time. Still I can't help the awkward upward jerk of my chin, nor blurting out "Fucking Australia!" It's been a constant re-occurring tic recently and I think we both know why, although neither of us mention it. Katniss might have postponed her trip but it's not cancelled. And even if it isn't Australia it will be somewhere else, she still intends to go travelling again.
"Are you going away for Christmas?" she asks. I shake my head. "Oh really, I thought you'd be going to your parents," she says, looking surprised.
"No not this year." It comes out much more bitterly than I had intended.
"Right," she nods. "Um..well Jo, my housemate, she's holding a get together. She's cooking a meal - I think - on Christmas night and you're invited to come. If you want to, that is."
"I…" I don't know what to say, with the exception of Delly, we haven't met any of each other's friends. Katniss goes out with her friends and I join the guys from the gym for a few drinks now and again but we don't mix our social circles. If we're together, then we are always at my place alone. I didn't think she wanted anyone to know about us, so I don't understand where this is suddenly coming from.
"You don't have to," she rushes to fill my silence. "I mean I'm sure you have plans already."
"No, I don't." I don't feel like lying to her.
"So what are you going to do for Christmas?"
I try to shrug nonchalantly but it feels more like an uncomfortable cringe and I wish I had lied. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage to tell her the truth without sounding like a complete social reject. I blink and my face twitches before I confess, "I was just going to cook a meal, watch some TV and catch up on some sleep."
"Alone?" She stares at me incredulously and yeah I feel like a total loser. I attempt another non-committal shrug, like it's no big deal to spend Christmas alone.
"So why don't you want to come?" She asks, her forehead scrunching up with confusion.
"I didn't say that I didn't. I was just surprised that's all. I thought…" I blink a few times and my chin juts up as the moment gets more uncomfortable. "I didn't think that you wanted anyone to know about us. Does Jo know about me?"
"That you're my boss?"
"Um…FUCK…uh, that too, but I meant about my Tourette's."
"Well no, I haven't really told her anything about you at all. She just knows that I'm seeing someone."
"And you don't mind her knowing?"
"About the boss thing or the Tourette's?" I make a face at her, leaving her to draw a conclusion about what seems the most obvious answer. "Seriously, after Jo has a few drinks in her you'd think she had Tourette's, and as what comes out of my mouth has been known to make sailors blush, I'm not entirely sure anyone will notice you." I raise my eyebrows at her knowing that isn't going to be the case.
"Look my friends aren't your family, they're not going to care about this. And fuck them if they do," she huffs. "You are not spending Christmas day on your own!" She concludes with forceful finality.
There's no way I'm about to get into an argument with Katniss whilst she's scowling at me like that. So it looks like I'm spending Christmas with Katniss.
Hope you enjoyed this little chapter, I'll try to update again mid-week time permitting.
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