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Also, I should have done this with the last chapter, but, DISCLAIMER: I OWN ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THE HUNGER GAMES BOOKS/CHARACTERS/FRANCHISE. Unfortunately...
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I had just passed Katniss's door when I heard the screaming. I was checking on her, naturally, but I didn't hear anything so I was walking away to go back to my room and lay in the dark for the remaining hours of the night, assuming she was sleeping peacefully. I myself find I can no longer sleep without Katniss by my side. I had only taken a few steps away from her door when I heard her. I ran back as fast as I could, and started pounding on the door. She didn't answer, so I began to whisper her name.
With every knock I took that she didn't answer, my knocks became more frantic. I wasn't sure what could have happened, why she wasn't answering, but I didn't care. Every second that she wasn't in my arms was a second I was sure she was in danger.
Looking at her now, safe, curious as to why I was banging at her door, and, um, naked, I feel the heat race to my face. I quickly look away, and put one hand behind my head, my eyes searching for any place to be, other than on her body.
"Yes?" She asks, in a way that is so innocent it contradicts her current state of nakedness. It's as if she doesn't even realize that she's missing all of her clothes.
"I, uh, was just…I heard screaming." I still haven't found a place for my eyes to settle. "Nightmare?" I ask her.
"Peeta, you can look at me," she says, but I still don't. Just knowing that she hasn't got any clothes on is making the blood rush down to the place between my legs, and I'm worried that if it starts to grow, it will freak her out. Besides, she's acting like…well, like someone she's not. I don't know why, but I'm one hundred percent positive this has to do with me calling her pure earlier.
"Uh, no, I think I'll just go back to bed." I start to turn away and walk when I hear her say, "Peeta." There's so much pain in her voice that I turn back around and look at her, forgetting that she's naked, and staring deep into her grey eyes. I can see that whatever nightmare she just awoke from was a particularly nasty one. She doesn't even have to say anything before I've got her in my arms. Maybe if I hold her tightly enough, I can make the pain of everything go away.
My head is resting on her shoulder; her face is nuzzled in my neck. And I'm doing everything I can to keep my manhood from growing.
She pulls her head away from my neck and kisses me. I'm extremely aware that this is the first time she's ever kissed me without any cameras around. The feeling of her lips on mine sends my heart into overdrive, as usually happens, but this time it's different. She's kissing me. For real this time, on her own accord. She's also stark ass naked. My thin pajama pants aren't enough to conceal my ever enlarging cock, and she feels it on her bare leg and pulls away.
"What's that?" She asks. Great, now I've done it.
"N-nothing," I stutter, looking away again and taking deep breaths to try and calm myself. I can tell that my face is bright red.
"That's not nothing," she says, and I'm terrified she's about to send me away forever, so I look at her to try and read the emotions that play across her face.
A smile breaks out on it, and she says, in the most amused voice I've ever heard from her, "Peeta Mellark, am I turning you on?"
"No!" I say indignantly, even though she totally, one hundred percent is. Not to say she doesn't usually turn me on, but usually it's easier to hide.
"Your pants beg to differ!" She starts to giggle, and I cover her mouth with my hand, worried she'll wake someone and that they'll see her naked and me with a tent in my pants.
"Shhh!" I say, "Someone will hear you!" I remove my hand, ushering her into her room, and tightly closing the door. I lock it for good measure.
"Peeta, we're engaged, what does it matter?"
"It just does, okay?" I turn to face away from her, partially hiding my embarrassment of the entire situation, and partially to keep my hungry eyes from taking in every detail of her naked flesh. "Just put some clothes on and we'll go to bed."
"No, I'm hot," she says. Yeah you are, I think to myself, thankful I turned my back to her. She continues, realizing how what she just said sounded, "I mean it's hot in here. Besides, I find your behavior extremely amusing! Who knew you would react this way? I mean, it's just a little bare flesh, I assumed it didn't matter, considering how much you saw earlier tonight."
I knew it had to do with Johanna. I'm about to insist that she at least put on some underwear when she starts to giggle again.
"What is so funny?" I ask, spinning around to face her again. I have to consciously think about looking into her eyes, and not a little bit south of there. I feel so sleazy even thinking about her in the way that I am.
"I never knew you were so….well endowed." She's giggling again.
I quickly move to cover my crotch with my hands.
"Katniss, come on," I beg, "Just put on some underwear and come to bed."
"No! I'll go to bed, but it's far too hot in here to wear clothes. If I had known you would react this way, I wouldn't have opened the door," she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
She's driving me crazy.
While she's not looking at me, too preoccupied with something near the door of her bathroom, I finally allow myself to take in her naked body. She's no longer as bone skinny as she used to be, what with the whole no longer being starving thing, but her slight frame could still be considered thin. In fact, the extra weight she put on really suits her. I personally wish she would put on a little more, who knows how frequently she'll be able to eat in the arena? Her breasts are small, but full. Her figure gives the slightest hint of curviness. My eyes skim over her perfect ass and then make their way down her long legs.
I lose what little self-control I had, moving towards her, gently pushing her against a wall, making sure my face is as close to hers as possible without actually touching. I place my hands on the wall on either side of her head.
"You knew what would happen," I whisper. My eyes are slightly lidded, I'm breathing hard, and my cock is throbbing so much, I think it might tear through my pants. Her breath catches slightly, and her pupils dilate, maybe from surprise. I continue, "You know what you do to me."
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