Peeta was worried about Katniss; he hadn't seen her since he'd left her in his bed the morning after they'd slept together. He wanted to check she was okay, it had been almost two days since he'd saw her and he was beginning to miss her beautiful face. It was late, so he wasn't sure if she would be awake, so after there was no response to his knock at the door he let himself in. He could hear the screams from her bedroom immediately and he cleared the distance from the front door to her room in no time at all.
He gently shook her awake, taking her out of her nightmare, she jolted at his touch then her sleepy eyes took in his face, the boy with the bread, come to save me again she thought wearily. She took in his features, he had such a kind face, but he was handsome too, he looked at her in a way that suggested she was the most beautiful thing in the world, a look that said he would die for her in an instant. That was what she disliked about Peeta, that look, she did not deserve that look for a second, she never had and she never would.
"Bad dream?" he asked softly, she nodded, tears spilling onto her cheeks, not from the dream but from the realisation that Gale wasn't the only one she was hurting, she was hurting Peeta too, he just didn't know it yet. She realised in that moment that she cared for Peeta more than she had been aware of, and that realisation filled her with even more guilt. "I'm here now, I'll look after you." He told her. He wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into him, it was unfair for her to seek comfort, but she was craving human contact so much. She drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, thankful that he was there, watching over her.
When she awoke the early morning sun was pouring in through the window and she was still in Peeta's arms, her back against his chest. She could feel his strong hand lightly stroking her arm, she wasn't sure if it was the golden sunlight, his soft hands or the fact that she was still half asleep, but she carefully took his hand and kissed the finger tips, then placed it back on her arm.
He paused for a second, then resumed stroking, only this time his fingertips traced over her hips. She kept her eyes closed, she was so tired that this encounter had a distinct dreamlike quality and she wanted to keep it that way.
She was already only in her underwear, so there was a lot of bare skin for Peeta's hands to explore, but they soon found they're way to her inner thigh, feeling her shiver as he ran his hands across them, he took that as a sign that she was enjoying it. He slipped her panties down and began to gently stroke her clit. Her breathing quickened and the little gasps and moans that escaped her soon made him incredibly hard.
She could feel his erection against her back, she still felt as if it was all a dream and so the feelings of guilt and pain that she'd experience upon waking fully could wait, besides, she needed to get used to sleeping with Peeta if she was hoping to keep Gale alive, however guilty it made her feel. She stopped thinking and just allowed herself to get lost in the moment.
Her back had arched against him and he slipped his finger down from her clit to her opening, she was so wet, he bit his lip, he wanted to be gentle with her but he wanted her so much. He pulled his own boxers down and slowly guided his penis into her, he wished he could see her face as he entered her, but she seemed so peaceful, he didn't want to ruin the moment. She was so wet that he slipped in easily and although he went slowly, he was less worried about hurting her this time.
Feeling Peeta slip inside her woke Katniss in a way that she had not been expecting, she felt same the desire that she had felt with Gale in the woods consume her. When his hand went back to her clit she moaned loudly, it felt so good but she was so consumed with this fiery heat that she pulled away from him. He wasn't expecting that and his face showed shock, even more so when she climbed on top of him, sliding down onto his hard erection. He let out a moan of pure pleasure and she began to ride him, his hands on waist, watching in awe of her gorgeous body moving on his shaft.
She could feel herself close to orgasm and she bit her lip, readying herself to feel it, when she heard the bedroom door being slung upon. She turned, shocked and saw Gale standing in the doorway. Instantly she got off Peeta and pulled the duvet up around her naked body, "Gale!" He looked as shocked as she felt, but the sound of her voice jolted him out of his surprised state, confirmed to him that this was indeed real, and he left as quickly as he could.
Katniss leapt into her clothes, chasing after him into the street, "Gale! It's not what it looked like! I can ex-" she began but he turned and cut her off sharply, his voice dripping with venom.
"I think it was exactly what it looked like, and it looked like you were all over Peeta Mellark's cock." She tried to speak but he interrupted her straight away, "I thought you loved me," she could hear the tears in his voice, could see them threatening to spill over onto his cheeks, "I thought… we were special." Then his voice hardened again, "But I suppose I was just another fuck to you then." She shook her head, no words were coming to her aid, he'd got it wrong, she did love him, but she deserved his anger. "I fucking loved you!" He shouted at her, "I would've risked my fucking life to be with you! And you don't even fucking care!" She fell to her knees; tears pouring down her face, apologies on her lips. She looked up to his face and saw it filled with utter disgust, "you slut." He spat at her, then turned on his heel and left.
She looked around desperately, as if trying to find a way out of this situation and out of the corner of her eye saw Peeta standing in her doorway, his face twisted with pain, he had heard the whole thing. A whole new wave of guilt and anguish washed over her and she dissolved into tears, still knelt on the cold floor.