Peeta
I returned home from Haymitch's not feeling any better about my situation. I walk into the living room to find a sleeping Katniss on the couch. I immediately felt guilty as she lay there balled up without a blanket. The temperature in our home often mirrored what the inside of my heart felt…cold.
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to bed. The last time I remember having her so close to me was just about five years ago. Katniss and I haven't been remotely intimate in many years. We haven't exchanged a kiss, a hug, or even a friendly handshake. But I still remember the last time we were together as if it was yesterday.
It was really late one night and I was working on a special treat for Rue. Her birthday was the following day and I wanted to surprise her with a beautiful cupcake. I hadn't baked anything in a very long time and I wanted this treat to be just right for my beautiful baby girl. I was just about to decorate the next tier of frosting when suddenly a pair of soft hands began massaging my back followed by several soft kisses to my neck. I allowed the hands and lips to work together simultaneously while I sat there motionless. I was in complete shock. Katniss hadn't wanted me in this way in such a very long time. After we had Rue she grew afraid that any intimacy between us would possibly produce another child. She never wanted Rue and another child would complicate our already complicated situation.
What I was feeling now was complete and utter bliss. My wife was finally touching me and kissing me, wanting me and making an effort. I wanted her badly. I wanted to show her that it's okay for this to happen and tonight I would.
She straddled herself across my lap as I kissed her deeply and passionately. I wanted to take her all in. I wanted her to feel the way my heart was beating out of my chest. I wanted her to feel the way I loved her. I wanted to love her back to life, back to the woman I remembered. My body grew weak beneath her as several moans escaped her throat and mine. She began to unbuckle my pants as I dug my nails into her back wanting more, so much more.
"Wait a minute Katniss. I don't want Rue to hear us," I said.
She looked at me quizzically for a moment and then whispered into my ear, "Okay. How about we take this upstairs then?"
I was more than ready. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her up to our bedroom. I was a bit ravenous by now. I threw her down onto our bed, ready to express my love. I climbed on top of her and starting kissing her neck. My goal was to remember and locate the exact spot that excited her. I knew I found it when she moaned, "Oh Peeta."
I took my time working on her neck and down to her belly button, sometimes biting in certain spots. This drove her crazy. When she could no longer stand the teasing I pulled off her top exposing her bare chest to me. It was all I could do to control myself at the sight. I cupped her breasts in my hands while I continued to kiss her. She tugged at my pants indicating that it was time. I eagerly took them off and straddled Katniss' body. With trembling hands I slowly pulled her panties off and let her have all of me. With every thrust I made into her I felt as if my body spoke to her. It said I love you, I need you, don't ever leave me. She responded with moans and small yelps that somehow made me feel as if she knew what I was trying to communicate.
When morning came I rolled over to find an empty space beside me where my wife should have been. Little did Katniss and I know, Finnick was conceived. That night changed everything and in the years to come one of us would lose our minds for good.