A/N: WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT. You can laugh. I laughed the whole time I was writing this. I faceplamed at my last sentence, the cheesy-ness, the awkward ending, that was the only line I could think of. All in all this is just some good ol Everlark smut. A bit kinky. I warn you, again, caution. They might not be in character, or maybe a little, considering their age, or eh. I'm not much of a smut writer, but if you guys like this, review and let me know. -Taryn

Oh, and typos, probably. Sorry. Thank you for reading.

08: Submissive

The first time that it happened, it was because Peeta wasn't sure he could control himself.

Those pieces of him that were stained by the Capitol's fingers had reached out at him so suddenly, so sharply, as he moved over Katniss, sweetly, slowly, that he was almost certain he couldn't keep his hands away from her throat.

So he let go, of himself, of her, and of thought. He rolled off of her mid-thrust, hands clenched into fists at his side, and he averted his face from his wife completely. Katniss was so stunted by his withdrawal, so disappointed, she hissed at him.

"Where are you going?"

He hadn't found it in himself to reply. He thought about it, moving his lips, but pursed them instead.

Katniss rolled to her side, grey eyes mystified and wanting. Her hand fell heavily on his bare chest and ran sensually down his side, gliding slowly to his arousal, but she was stopped short when his own hand shot out and grasped her painfully by the wrist. "No," he said, voice husky, and her eyes narrowed as his piercing blue ones.

"No?"

"I can't.." Peeta struggled, pupils shuddering in the water of his eyes and she saw it. Realization dawned on her face, as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, and somehow she wasn't frightened. Years had passed since his last episode; they'd had their daughter in those years and throughout the trials of that, she'd learned not to shy when it came to the bed, and he learned that she wasn't made of glass; this specific situation, however, was not something they'd had to figure their way out of before.

Katniss, as always, would pull through, on top, though.

"You can," she decided for him, ripping her hand from his in one jerk. Quickly, Katniss maneuvered, catching the other hand that Peeta flung out, as if to hit her, or push her off the bed, and she brought it down heavily over their heads. She smiled thinly up at him. "I trust you."

I don't trust you, his eyes seemed to say as she slid on top of him, her knees closing around his hips. Katniss wondered if he was still with her, or if the other side had won; was she making love to a man that loved her, or thought her a mutt? Somehow, that didn't matter, as she lowered herself against him, hovering above his groin; just far enough away that she could feel the heat of him, and a deep, wide-spread pang spread through her center, yearning for him.

With his hand not pinned, he reached at her, and she thought he'd meant to knead her breasts, but his hand sought to something a little higher, seeking, fingers splayed upward, hot against her chest, still reaching.. and she smiled, when Peeta couldn't get to her throat.

"No," she said, simply, as though scolding a dog, and pulled the hand from her chest to bring it down next to the other one, so that she was leaning over him, arched. Her lips touched him tenderly on the cheek, skimming down his jaw; he caught her lips with his teeth and Katniss broke away, surprised.

She stared at him, her nose almost on his, and slowly, infinitely slowly, she moved her hips in an upward motion, stroking herself against him, their hips jutting together at the end, her nipples just barely dragging against his chest. Katniss shuddered, and Peeta turned his face, twisting it away from hers, his eyes screwed shut. She could feel his hands shaking in hers.

With opportunity opened, Katniss lowered her lips to his cheek, moved down his neck and sucked at the skin beneath his ear. All the while she kept up her lento thrusting, withering on top of Peeta, dragging it out as she put all her weight, hunched, into her fists, that shoved him deeper into the mattress.

An abrupt buck of Peeta's hips made her smile into his neck, and he hissed; in lust or frustration, she didn't know. All she knew was that Peeta turned his face back to hers and he used his chin to shove hers away from his. "No," he said, his eyes almost all black, pupils blown.

"Yes," Katniss insisted, smothering his mouth with hers.

He groaned into her mouth. A protest or an encouragement? The kiss was returned, his lips moving fervently against hers, swollen, slippery. His tongue slid passed her lips, sweetly, slowly, drawing hers out of her mouth, coaxing her closer by arching his back, her breasts heavy on his skin. Peeta pressed her tongue into his teeth and she drew back sharply when he bit down. There was a bright smile on his face when she looked at him, with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

Katniss lurched forward, fractionally, to position herself over him, before sinking down again, a catch in her breath as his groin buried itself into her center. Peeta groaned, tossing his head against the bed, and Katniss dove for his neck, her kisses sloppy and greedy as she rocked above him. Her movements were precise, measured, taunting, even for herself, as all she wanted to do was allow herself to ride him until she saw lights behind her eyes; but she felt Peeta's fingers curl around hers, and the strength in his arms tightened. "No," he barely said, incoherent. "No," he groaned, the noise deep in his throat and chest. The way he said it sounded like a beg, though. It sounded like a yes in disguise.

Just as Katniss was about to give into the urge of heedless, frantic groping, Peeta's submissiveness, his inner fight, that had enabled Katniss to pin him, broke and he flipped them so suddenly that the bed didn't quite make up for their momentum.

The blankets were tangled in their legs and tight around her ankles, and she was grateful that it was Peeta whose back hit the floor. She laughed abruptly, as her husband gazed up at her, a little bemused, a piece of startled and uncertain, as though he didn't know how he got there.

His eyes were the most beguiling blue, as he blinked at her; shame came to his face, guilt, too, as his eyes frantically scoped her body curved upward over him, her hands pressed into the floor beside his head, to prop herself up. He was searching for bruises or scratches, she knew.

Katniss lowered her face for what seemed the umpteenth time, to put her lips to his. There was no rejection awaiting her there, only soft lips that melted into her. She sighed into his mouth, his hands moving, timidly, caressing, up her back and to her breasts.

Peeta began to move up against her, his thrusts lento and gentle and drawing sounds from her mouth.

Her hands found his hair, fingernails clawing at his scalp, the blonde curls crushed between her knuckles.

They didn't speak of what had happened later, when they'd moved back to the bed and fell asleep tangled. In the morning and for the next week, there were no words; no matter how many time she'd caught Peeta deep in thought, no doubt trying to figure out a good way to apologize for his more than lack of bed manners, or other nonsense she could only imagine Peeta wanting to say.

The next few times they made love, she could tell Peeta had barred off a piece of himself; there always seemed to be a reserved piece of self-control and sanity to him, as he kissed her and touched her.. and she hated it. She liked to see him unravel before her eyes, to feel the flush of blood in his cheeks, to watch his eyelashes play hypnotic against his cheekbones, his hips jerking not under his control.

So the second time came about; when she had dropped the daughter off at Haymitch's for the afternoon and she made her way toward the bakery Peeta owned. As expected he was working, and somehow just the sight of him, wearing an apron and hands covered in flower, frosting clinging to his nails, made her squirm. She entered the shop, and he looked up, surprised, smiled at her over a costumers head.

Katniss waited against the wall, just next to the front door, arms folded behind her back.

She waited a good long fifteen minutes for the bakery to clear out on its own.

She locked the door behind the last costumer; Peeta was in the back, and hadn't seen.

With both hands Katniss pulled her shirt over her head and then reached around to unhook her bra. Peeta came back into the front room, startled by what she was doing. "Katniss!" he objected, setting aside some pie dishes, and she didn't allow him to speak.

They kissed instead, passionately, the kiss of a man and a woman well used to each other. "Shut up," she said, and latched onto his hair with both hands, using her grip to angle his face more accurately with hers. She spoke against his mouth, "Lift me up." He did, gripping her around the thighs and backside, setting her easily on the counter–"No," she objected, "hold me up."

Peeta grabbed her, hitched her further up in his arms and gripped her tightly with one arm around the waist and another hooked underneath her. She wrapped her legs around his hips.

Against her pants she could feel him rising up to the occasion.

"Take off your clothes."

Peeta set her easily on the counter, in no hesitation, his shirt and pants tossed aside onto the floor. Katniss caught his waist with a leg and pulled him to her again, and his head went for her neck and breasts as she arched out, up into his mouth, hands planted on the counter behind her.

"Pants," she said, breathlessly, and Peeta kissed his way down her stomach. When he reached the button of her pants he toyed with it for a moment, as if thinking and Katniss pinched him behind the ear. The pants were pulled away, the underwear soon following. Peeta didn't hesitate the kiss the newly bare pieces of her; and Katniss didn't give orders, tossing her head toward the ceiling, hand burying in his hair, cheeks soon as warm as her thighs and center. The brush of his cheek on her inner leg made her ache deep in her belly and she cried out when he sank a finger into the mix.

Peeta got eager, rising quickly from her center to her mouth, capturing it in a senseless grapple of lips. He tasted bitter and salty, and she averted her face just a fraction, so that her face nuzzled passed his, lips finding his ear. -words not for the kiddies' ears-

"Yes," breathed Peeta, kissing the side of her face, losing some in her hair. Together, they slid to the floor, fluidly, falling into each other at the same time that they sank, and Peeta easily mounted her, brushing a fringe from her forehead, drawing a nipple deep into his mouth. He began to move over her with long, powerful strokes.

Quickly their tempo and passion intensified, and Katniss moaned and twisted, encouraging him in every way she could, and they kissed again, their bodies now so completely entwined, so completely merged, that they seemed but one.

Then she broke the kiss and shifted her legs through his, planting a knee, before she could effectively flip him onto his back. Katniss caught his lip, bit down and put her hand flat against the side of his face. He turned his lips from hers, kissing her fingers. She pinched his lips in turn.

For a moment, she thought Peeta might turn to her, pouting, asking why she was being so mean to him, but he only responded to her roughness by trying to flip them over again; Katniss flattened herself against his body and put all her weight in one central spot, making it harder. Teeth found his collarbone and he stilled in his efforts, hands finding her hips and clutching her there, as her mouth moved lower, tweaking a nipple, running rivets on the muscles of his biceps.

Later, when they lay in a mass of warm skin, slick with their sweat and panting, Peeta found her ear.

"Next time," he whispered, and Katniss felt her heart clench in excitement, knowing there was going to be another session, "I want you to hold my hands above my head again."

Katniss laughed, wheezily, kissing his chin, then his nose, then his ear, replying, "I never knew you liked being submissive."

"Me either."

For the first time in both their lives, they almost thanked the Capitol for the hijacking.