Katniss-
He's so close, just one bed away. I can hear him breathing from Rye's bed, it's so soothing. But, he seems upset, then his breathing gets faster and the moans and screams become louder and more painful to listen to. "Kaaaaatnisss!" Is he dreaming about me?
I can't stand to hear him in so much distress, I sneak over to his bed and try to whisper to him that I'm there. He slowly starts to rouse, his hand goes to his fresh stitches, I wince as his hand touches it and I know he's remembering what happened. His breathing hoarse, I need to get some food and water into him…maybe some medicine.
Peeta, are you alright? You were yelling, I think you might have a fever. Tell me how you feel... I can get you some morphl-" His face is so sweaty and I can feel the heat radiating off of his thighs onto my back, where we are pressed together.
"Katniss, you're here? Have you been here the whole time? I'm so happy to see you."
"You are?" I surprise myself at how happy this makes me. "I, um, yes. I helped a little in the bakery and at bed time, I came up to check on you. Rye is staying with Dan and I'm sleeping in Rye's bed."
I test his fever on the back of my hand and run it along his neck to his collarbone. This seems to soothe him; he's lost in thought. I'm not sure how long we sit like this, all I can concentrate on is how strong his chest looks, his muscles are so defined. My eyes land on a faded scar on his pectoral muscle, close to his nipple. I run my fingers over it. His muscles flinch under my fingers. My eyes drift down his chest and I can see blonde hair starting at his stomach, that runs down underneath his boxers.
Katniss, Stop! He's injured and you're undressing him with your mind! My eyes meet his and I can see his are focused on my chest. Is he thinking the same thing that I am? How would my body feel pressed up against his, with his hands roaming over every part of me? I want that, so bad that I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties. I've never wanted anyone before, but I feel like I need him close to me.
He breaks my dirty thoughts when I feel him sitting up.
"Ugggh!" he grabs his head and I pull him to me to anchor him. I slide my hand across his chest and slowly lay him back down.
"Peeta, you have to rest. You, um, hit your head really hard. You have a concussion." I don't want him to know that I heard my mother and his father talking about it.
"I didn't hit my head, Katniss. My mom, my mother…she h-h-hit me, in the hea…" Oh no! Why did I bring this up? Tears well up in his eyes and he pulls his hands to his face to hide from me. "Katniss, pl-please go. I'm so sor-sorry. Don't look at me like this." My heart is literally breaking for him.
I have to do something; I want him to know that she can't hurt him right now. I get up and I can see his brow start to furrow. I ask him to move over in bed so his I can fit in with him, without compromising his stitches. As I stand, I am suddenly aware how much of my body is showing. I lift the sheets and slide in beside him. I gently take his hands aware from his face, I want him to see that I'm here for him. Softly, I try to wipe his tears away and press my forehead to his. I can feel his blonde eyelashes flutter on my cheek and the heat coming off of my own body.
Then, his hand is on my hip. It immediately sends a quiver directly to my core, making me ache even deeper and my pussy starts to throb. At the same time, a gasp leaves my lips at the surprise of his fingers on me. He pulls away from me, I'm crushed and relieved at the same time.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you… I- I wasn't thinking. It's just that you're so close."
"I-It's okay, you just surprised me. Peeta, I was so worried when I showed up at the back door and you were bleeding." My voice catches, even I am shocked at my own voice cracking. "We don't have to talk about your mom. Please know that you didn't deserve this."
I'm nervous; I lean over and press my lips just shy of his stitched up cut, letting my hand run across his hard arm muscle.
I have to get away from him, I don't want him to know how much I want him right now.
"Are you hungry? You've been asleep for almost a day… let me, at least, get you some herb tea to make sure you don't get an infection." I don't want to leave his bed.
"Okay, please get us some bread, too." I nod in agreeance, thankful for a task that I can do to get him off my mind. "Katniss, when you come back…will you stay with me?" I can't help but turning back to him and smiling.
"Always."
I find the bread knife and cut 4 slices of white bread from this morning. I gather some additions: jam, butter, cream and sugar. The fresh herb tea doesn't take as long because they have access to hot water, that we don't get in the Seam. I add the smallest amount of morphling, 2 or 3 drops, enough to take the pain away but not enough to put him instantly back to sleep.
Carefully I go back upstairs with a tray for Peeta and I. He's sitting cross legged on his bed with his bedsheet crumpled across his lap, leaning against the headboard. He looks so tired, but handsome. With the plate between us, we eat our bread. As he drinks his tea, I can tell the morphling is working because he has the look that white liquor gives you, making you relax as pain leaves the body.
I finish a piece of bread; I've had more to eat today than I have this whole week. I would feel guilty for eating all of this, but I know Mr. Mellark sent that huge bag of food home for Prim and mother. After Peeta finishes all the rest of his tea and the bread, I clearly see that he is feeling better. He leans back up against the headboard with his hands resting clamped together behind his head. His arm muscles are visible and his chest starts to flex as he stretches. I cannot tear my eyes away from his body. He starts to move his hips and he smooths the bedsheet over his crossed legs. Again, I look to his eyes and I can see him hungrily looking over my body. I look down and see my nipples have gone hard and from his angle, he can most likely see my cotton panties under my night shirt. I blush and look back to his face, his eyes meet mine and I can see it in his. I break our eye contact and start to clear the plates and cups from the bed, suddenly very aware of how much I want him too.
"Can you please get me a towel from hall closet? All I can smell is blood, I need to take a shower."
"Y-yes, of course. Are you sure you don't need any, um, help?" I don't wait for him to answer, I head into the hallway and pick out two towels. One is for him and one is for me, in the morning. When I come back he's already in the bathroom and I'm suddenly very grateful that he didn't ask for my help. I barely open the door and toss it onto the sink for him and close the door without peeking.
I crawl back into bed and close my eyes. Over the sound of the water I can hear him moaning. Between my legs starts to throb and I slide my hand under the sheets, I push my panties to the side and move my finger in and out of my wet pussy and across my clit. I think about how his chest looked when my hand was going over his neck to his collarbone. The light dusting of fine, blonde hair that covered his tight stomach, that led below. How his eyes were focused between my legs and the heat that was coming off of me. I run my other hand over my hard nipples and I come when I hear him groan loudly. I can only assume that we came together, just separately. I wonder what he was thinking about in there? Is it possible he was thinking about me?
I hear the water turn off and I immediately try to regulate my breathing, hopefully he thinks I'm asleep.
Peeta –
She was right, after eating and drinking I feel so much better. My head stops spinning and the pain starts to fade. As I lean back against the headboard, I can see her looking me over and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. The last couple of hours with her have been so surreal, her in my bed – with me! My groin is burning and I can't even think of anything to try and take her beautiful body off my mind. The way her small but perky breasts with hard nipples look in her almost see-through shirt. Like me, she's sitting cross legged and I see her white cotton panties covering her crotch. That in itself is almost enough to make me come. I have to shift the sheet covering my engorged dick. Hopefully she can't tell.
I'm not sure if she's ever had sex before, or done anything for that matter. I wonder about her and Gale, I always see them together. She laughs at his jokes and playfully pushes him away, and he's always staring at her. This makes me jealous and protective of her, even though she isn't technically mine. But, I want her to be, and not just for the night.
I have to relieve the pressure that's building in my core. If I don't, ill either end up embarrassing myself or coaxing her into bed with me. The Mellark boys have been known to do those things, we can be pretty convincing. But, I want it to be her choice. I want her so bad, but I want her to want me too.
"Can you please get me a towel from hall closet? All I can smell is blood, I need to take a shower."
"Y-yes, of course. Are you sure you don't need any, um, help?" She turns to go before I can say anything, probably for the best. Of course I want her help, she can help by wrapping her tiny hands around my dick.
I immediately get into the shower; I don't want her coming in to see how hard I am for her. I hear her open the door, the towel hitting the sink, then the door shutting behind her again. The warm water feels good against my fresh wounds, but all I focus on is my straining cock.
I start to stroke myself slowly but it quickly speeds up thinking about her wet pussy beneath those cotton panties. I've only been with a couple of girls, Delly Cartwright and Missy Granger. I never really cared about either of them, but I was young and they were willing. Delly has liked me since we were kids, she was my first. I fucked her when our parents were at a dinner party for all of the merchant families. It was fast and over before we knew it. We only did it a couple of times. Missy was a little different. I had a crush on her and she let me lift her skirt and fuck her from behind after the bakery closed one night. We 'dated' until I was 16 or so, by that time she let me do everything I had wanted to do and I was tired of her. Because she meant nothing to me, she was just a way to get off and pass the time. All I ever imagined with them, is being with Katniss.
But now, Katniss is in my room…she was in my bed! This girl that I've pined over, dreamt of, imagined myself with for years. I try to be quiet, it's so difficult because I've been hard since I woke up and she was there. I can't help but groan as I come everywhere, hard and fast.
Hopefully she didn't hear me and she's asleep when I get out.