Epilogue
The happiness did not come immediately. Peeta was charged with second-degree murder for the shooting of Cray, but was acquitted on all charges thanks to critical evidence from the bakery's surveillance footage.
Katniss then helped the police bust the prostitution ring Cray had commanded and all her surrogate sisters in the whorehouse were freed.
Finally, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen were married in a beautiful church wedding. Upon being presented as husband and wife, they walked back up the aisle happily, Katniss suddenly pulling Peeta to her and kissing him long and slow, to cheers and wolf-whistles.
That night, Katniss and Peeta heatedly made out in the loft above the bakery, now their new bedroom.
"Do…. do you want to…. do it now?" Peeta panted, his hands touching his wife everywhere.
"Hmmmmm….." Katniss moaned into his kiss. "Yessss…."
They tugged at each other's clothes, ripping them off. Katniss then boldly hitched her leg to Peeta's waist. Pushing him back, she almost shoved him on to the bed and quickly was astride him. She kissed him softly on the lips, before peppering kisses along his face towards his ear so she could whisper, "I'll show you a hell of time, my love."
Peeta grinned. "You're the expert," he chuckled with a wink. Katniss blushed. They did not often talk about her past, and when it did come up, Peeta always made her feel as though she was a hero for having gone through it. She kissed him passionately, before pulling Peeta's member towards her, guiding it into her wet and ready folds.
Instantly, she threw back her head and groaned. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He was so big! Just the way she had hoped her would be. Rolling her hips, she undulated her body in a wave like motion, rippling from her round and bare ass and up her naked back. She rode him like this, taking sheer pleasure and triumph over how her actions were affecting her new husband, pleasing him, making him want more of her. Peeta, meanwhile, quickly learned how to thrust into her, sliding his penis in and out, in and out. It was hard for him to concentrate, though, with the blood and pleasure rushing down to his cock. Beads of sweat appeared on his brow and his breathing became ragged. Katniss knew he was close.
"Katniss….. I'm….I'm gonna….."
Katniss smiled impishly. "Say it," she whispered soothingly, but as a command. "Say it, darling."
"CUM!" Peeta screamed as he exploded inside of her. As soon as every last drop of his seed had been throbbed out, he relaxed. Once he was rested, the baker worked to get his bride off. He could tell by the sexy moans, cries and whimpers emanating from his wife above him that he was doing something right.
"Uhhh… huhhhh…. Hmmmm…. Oh, Peeeetaaaaaaa…" she crooned. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna… ooooooohhhhhh…."
Peeta pumped faster. "Come for me, love," he growled. "I want you to forget all the other orgasms you've had, because this will beat them all."
"YESSSSS!" Katniss threw her head back with an airy scream as she climaxed, her juices flowing up Peeta's shaft and lubricating it. With one last kiss, Katniss rolled off her husband and curled into his side. Together forever, they fell asleep.
Katniss watched from her favorite seat by the window as Peeta taught their young son how to knead dough behind the counter. Her oldest child was taking to it much better than she did. Just like his Daddy….. Katniss thought with a smile.
It was Sunday, and the bakery was closed – a beautiful summer's day. Perfect day to just relax and enjoy being with her family.
Just then, her and Peeta's baby girl, whom she had just rocked to sleep after nursing, began to cry.
"Oh, sssshhhhh, sssshhhhh…." Katniss soothed her baby, rocking it and smiling down at the little bundle in her arms. "Did you have a nightmare?" she cooed.
The baby, of course, was still too young to answer, but Katniss talked to her anyway. "I have nightmares, too," Katniss admitted, only briefly dwelling on the prostitution days of her youth. "Someday I'll explain them to you. Why they came….. why they won't ever go away. But I'll tell you how I survive it: I make a list in my head, of all the good things I've seen someone do. Every little thing I can remember. It's like a game. It gets a little tedious after all these years but… there are much worse games to play."
