A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Peeta crashes his lips into mine. The kiss is slow and sweet, but of course, if it's up to me, it won't stay that way long.
"Wait, you love me?" Peeta asks suddenly, stopping our kisses.
"Yes," I say breathlessly, my eyes half closed with what I assume is my own desire. I'm not really sure; all these feelings are so new to me. I try to close the space between our lips again, but he pulls away, holding me at arm's length.
"You're serious?" He looks honestly surprised, and I guess I can't blame him. I wasn't even sure of my own feelings until literally five minutes ago. I should have realized a lot sooner, the moment I resolved to save Peeta's life. I guess I knew then that I loved him, but subconsciously.
"Peeta," I say, making sure to look him in the eye. "I have never been more certain of or more serious about anything in my entire life."
The look on Peeta's face…I've never seen him look so happy. His joy spreads to me, and a smile breaks across my face. He pulls me in and holds me tight. We stay there for a few moments, just holding each other, I can hear his breath in my ear and feel it on my neck. He feels so strong and steady, and I know that this is where I want to spend the rest of my life.
He moves so that our foreheads and noses are touching and we are looking each other in the eye with our bodies and arms still intertwined.
"You love me," he says simply, the biggest smile on his face. I laugh and say back, "Yes."
"Yes what?" He asks, still smiling.
"I love you!" I answer.
"I'm sorry, could you say that again? I didn't quite catch that."
I laugh harder, then, as loud as I can, I yell, "I love you, Peeta Mellark!"
"And I love you too, Katniss Everdeen." And with that, he's kissing me again. Soft kisses turn urgent after a very short time. Then he's trailing kisses down my face to my neck. My breath catches, and I can feel the heat between my legs.
"So," I say, breathing hard. I can feel my heart leaping into my throat. "We're going to have sex."
It's not a question, but that's how I meant it to be. I just need confirmation about what we're going to do, then maybe I won't be so nervous.
Peeta stops kissing me, again. I wonder if he's tired of all the interruptions. If so, he doesn't show it or say anything. The only look he has is one of confusion and concern.
"Katniss, I'm not trying to pressure you."
"I know! I'm just…nervous." I admit. He sighs.
"Thank god!" I look at him questioningly. "I'm nervous too."
"Really?" I can't hide the shock in my voice or on my expression.
"Yes! To be honest, I don't really want to have sex right now."
"Then why did you push my head down earlier? And why did you say you wanted to do something for me? I assumed you meant sex."
Peeta blushes a little, embarrassed by what I said.
"I told you, I never meant to push your head down. It was stupid and impulsive. And completely disrespectful to you. And I said I wanted to do something for you because I do. I want to make you feel good, but I also want to feel close and intimate with you. I want to show you how much I love you, in a way I haven't been able to before. While I'm not ready for sex just yet, I still want to do all those things for you, and…" He stops rambling mid-sentence. He has a look in his eye that I've never seen before. Is it that pesky emotion of desire that I don't quite understand again? I'm not sure. But it's very intense.
He moves to kiss me again, but this time he lays me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine. I don't know what he's planning, but he's kissing me again, so I kiss back. As his kisses begin to travel south, goose bumps rise all over my body and my heart rate picks up again. He kisses my neck, my shoulder, my breasts, my stomach, leaving trails of heat where his lips meet my skin, until he gets all the way down. He pauses, then looks up to look me in the eye. I'm about to ask him what he's going to do when he uses his hands to pry my thighs apart. Suddenly I'm self-conscious. I feel more exposed than I have ever been in my life, especially considering my prep team has completely waxed every last hair from my body.
Before I can force my legs closed, his mouth collides with me. The sensation is so incredible that I reflexively throw my head back and arch my body as I cry out in pleasure.
"Oh my god!" I cry, but Peeta doesn't stop, he continues to lick. I am shuddering and moaning and thrashing around from the intense pleasure; it's as if I have no control of my body. Peeta holds tight to my thighs with his hands. This goes on for several minutes and then the feeling begins to plateau. Not to say it doesn't still feel amazing, but instead of feeling as if I have no control of my limbs, I feel very relaxed. Maybe I'm suddenly used to the feeling of Peeta's mouth on this most sensitive part of my body.
Peeta notices that I've somewhat calmed down, only letting an occasional moan leave my lips, and that is when I feel his finger enter my body.
"Peeta!" I scream as he begins to thrust his finger in and out of me. I can feel his smile. I guess he's been waiting to hear me scream his name, because he stops licking, only momentarily, to kiss the inside of my left thigh and say, "That's my girl," then his mouth goes straight back to where it was before, and I can, again, no longer control my body as I writhe on the bed. Briefly, I wonder how he even knows what he's doing, but I assume he heard it from one or both of his brothers.
After several more minutes filled with moans and full body shudders and the almost strangled sound of Peeta's name coming from my lips, I feel like I can't go on, the pleasure is too intense.
"Oh…" I moan. I can feel the walls of my body tightening around Peeta's finger. "Peeta…stop…"
Luckily, he doesn't listen, he just shakes his head no in between my legs, never losing contact. I feel tension building. Peeta's mouth and finger impossibly move faster and faster. I'm yelling his name, probably too loudly, but I don't stop and he doesn't stop me.
Suddenly the tension that has been building inside of me explodes. The pleasure I feel is something that I couldn't describe even if I tried. I'm laying limp, panting like I'd just been running for 20 minutes. Peeta more or less collapses on top of me.
"Holy shit," I say when I can finally speak. Peeta looks up at me, he still hasn't moved from where he collapsed, and smiles at me. I can't control the smile on my face. "Was that…?"
"Yeah," he says, finally moving to lie next to me, wrapping his arms around my sweat-drenched body. "I actually can't believe that was as easy to do as it was, it's supposedly a lot more difficult," he says, chuckling. I want to question him, but I don't have it in me.
"Peeta," I say, but I can't think of what to say, my brain almost feels like mush. I want to tell him that now it's his turn, but I'm so tired, I can't form the words.
"Shh," he says as he wraps the blanket around us. He pulls me as close as possible, then kisses my forehead.
"I love you," I say as I begin to drift off to sleep.
"I know," he replies, kissing my forehead again. "I love you, too, Katniss…You have no idea…"
And with that, we both drift off to a world that is not filled with nightmares, for once.
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