Peeta-
My dad gave us the whole day off together. I'm still up at my normal time, but I can't help but feel like I'm dreaming. She's wedged into my side with my arm around her. She looks so peaceful and beautiful. Her leg is casually draped over mine, so close to my crotch and her small hand on my stomach. I'll never get tired of waking up to her. Last night was an absolute dream; the sounds she made as I slid into her, her face when she came, her soft breaths after she had fallen asleep and how she curled into me when I pulled her close.
She drank the tea from her mother, but I can't help but wonder if she'll be sore. I didn't expect to fuck her so hard, I should have been more gentle. Maybe I should wait a couple of days before we do it again. I can't help but want her, even this morning. The way her hair is matted against my arm, the stickiness on the inside of her thigh from our come, the sourness of her morning breath; she's absolutely breathtaking and I would take her like this over not having her, any day.
I try to shimmy out of bed without waking her, the corner of her lip turns downward and she whines a bit. I wrap her in the blankets, tucking it underneath her sides. When my lips softly brush against hers, she almost smiles and I can see her eyelids flutter.
The hot water is finicky, but I get it just right…a little cooler than normal, because I want to save some warm water for her shower, or bath – which ever she prefers. I grab a couple of towels, two of my old t-shirts and sweatpants for both of us. I want us both to be comfortable and relaxed all day. I'm sure tomorrow at school will bring plenty of questions and unwanted comments for both of us.
I leave out the smaller set of clothes for her, with a towel and head for my bathroom. It starts out innocently enough, I'm curious if she'll use my body wash or if I should get her some for herself. I love the way she smells, but it's a turn on thinking of her smelling like me. Surely she smells like me right now, my come is smeared all over her lower body. And if I have anything to do with it, I'll send her to school every day with my come still inside her. My dick is already hard; this is where I would normally jack off thinking of her without question. I want to go out there and wake her up with my hard cock pressed up against her ass, but I'm not sure if she'll want to yet. I definitely want to give her time.
Instead I lather up my hand with body wash and think about how her body is a perfect match for mine. The way my hands fit around her waist and my hands cup her breasts exactly. Picturing the way her face winced when I pressed into her, her pussy was so tight and wet. I've never felt anything like it, even the handful of times I had done it before, it never felt so good. The way the walls of her pussy fluttered around my dick when she came pushes me over the edge, shooting my milky come into the hot water running down the drain.
She must be awake; I can hear her moving around the bedroom. I quickly dry off and pull on my sweat pants, I like being shirtless around her and watching her look over my body. When I push open the door, she jolts up from standing over the bed. "Everything okay?" She looks…shy? embarrassed?
"I, um, was just changing the sheets. There was, ah, I got blood on them last night. I can wash them today." She's incredibly adorable. I can't help but gloat a little on the inside that I was the one to make her bleed.
"That's okay, there's more sets in the hall closet. How are you feeling? Did you want to take a shower?" I wrap my arms around her, pulling her lips up to mine. I love her being here when I wake up.
"I'm sticky, hungry, and sore. I guess I didn't drink enough tea but I think I'd like to take a bath, if that's okay."
"Sweetheart, this is your house too. I'll run you a bath then make us some breakfast. Also, I pulled you some clothes out, unless there is something else you'd rather wear?"
"You're so good to me, I like wearing your clothes." She finished pulling off the sheets and I ran her a warm bath with a bit of my soap in it, so there would be bubbles and my scent for her. She's walking like she's hurting, so I pick her up and set her into the bathtub slowly to let her adjust to the hot water. Pulling her lips up to mine with my finger under her chin, I give one last look over her body. She's absolutely beautiful. And mine.
I made the bed with fresh sheets and put our clothes from last night into the hamper. Take a second to tidy up the room and grab our dishes from last night.
There is a permanent smile on my face when I head downstairs to the kitchens. Dad and Rye are already there, prepping for the day. "Soooooo?" Rye raises his eyebrows at me…
My smile was a dead giveaway, that and the blush on my face. "Shut up, Rye."
"Rye, shut it." Dad gives me a wink. "Katniss awake? I was going to cook some breakfast. Rye, go grab the eggs from the coop."
Rye moans and groans but stomps out the back, "How are you feeling, Son? I don't want to bring in any rain clouds, but living with someone can be totally different, so make sure you let me know if you need anything. If you want to talk about anything…" I will forever be grateful to this man; he's proven to be the best role model I could have asked for. "I love you so much son, I know you'll be good to her. I would do anything to make sure you have everything that I didn't."
"I'm really going to try…I just worry, what if it's not enough. What if she ends up being unhappy, like mom?" I really shouldn't have brought her up. It's pushing 6 or so months, no word from her that I know of. I thought surely she would have tried to contact me for my 18th birthday. I was her last child, even though she wanted a girl.
"Peeta, she is the opposite of your mother. She's selfless, she took care of her family. She loves you, she took care of you when you needed her. Those are two things that your mother never possessed. And you, you're stronger than me. You went for what you wanted and you made it happen. Peet, you've loved her for as long as I know, she's the one for you. I know that look, Peeta. I had that same look for her mother and I let her go. She has that same look for you. I knew she was it for you, but now I know that you're it for her too."
"Thanks Dad, thank you for everything." He pulls me in for a tight hug and presses a kiss into my damp hair. He squeezes me even tighter and I can hear his sniffles, then a hearty laugh as Rye wraps his arms around both of us.
"Alright, alright you two, I'm hungry!"
We move around the kitchen in sync with each other, getting breakfast and prep for the day together. Dad makes French toast with cinnamon-vanilla syrup and I make up some cheese buns for later. I fix up a tray, complete with some dandelions that I picked outside the back door and some steamed vanilla flavored crème for our coffee.
I slowly push in the door of my – our – room, she's there, sitting cross legged on our bed towel drying her hair and wearing only the t-shirt that I set out for her. I put the tray down on the night stand and sat in front of her, I cup her face with one hand and pull her onto my lap, giving her a deep lingering kiss. I've never been happier than I am now.
"I can't believe that I get to wake up every day for the rest of my life, to you. How did I get so lucky?" She rested her forehead against mine and I can smell my soap on her. My hands go to her waist and drift around her back, up to her shoulders. She's not wearing anything under my shirt. I'm the luckiest man in the district.
"Peeta, I'm the lucky one." She gives me a small smile and a quick kiss on the corner of my lips. "and, I'm not sure if you know this about me yet… but I'm always hungry and I smell cinnamon."
"That's my girl." I slide her off my lap, grab the tray and bring it over to the bed, "the perks of being a baker's wife!"
She scoots back to the head of the bed and tucks her legs underneath the covers. She dips her finger into the tiny pitcher of syrup, then sucks it off. She makes a grunting sound that ends with a moan. "This is so good!"
"Sweetheart, you might want to stop or I'll feed you this every day, just to hear you make that sound again."
She gives me a quick smile, "I could definitely get used to that…but I feel like you're trying to make me fat too soon. At least enjoy my body the way it is before I end up with a round belly in a few years. Then you'll have no choice but to feed me."
My heart instantly melts. My future and my dreams, all in one moment. The only girl I've ever loved, in my bed, wearing nothing but my old t-shirt, talking about our future babies. Nothing could ever make me happier.
We spend the morning in bed, my head in her lap telling her stories about my 13th birthday party when Dan and Rye dumped flour in my bed and showed me a dirty magazine for the first time. Dan had traded for it down at the Hob. Apparently he would frequent there and trade them out monthly. She told me about how her dad would carry her and Prim over his shoulders and spin until they squealed, then he would set them down and watch them try to walk in a straight line. She said he would laugh and laugh at them when they would be so dizzy that they would fall over.
Later, as I played with her hair, the stories took a darker turn. I spoke about the time my mother, in a drunken rage, screamed about wanting a girl…not me. That I ruined her life, took any of her hopes of having a girl away. She blamed her ongoing unhappiness with my dad, on me. The broken ribs, the bruises that I blamed on wrestling with my brothers, the burns on my arms when she was really upset, black eyes, the secret visits to the local doctor – I told her everything. Katniss never turned away or even said anything as the tears slid down my face, she only continued to listen and draw circles over my hand that was resting on her stomach. I didn't mean to unload everything on her, I wasn't expecting to…I just simply felt so comfortable in the moment with her. It felt so intimate.
After a few minutes, when all my tears were exhausted she started to speak, "I'm not sure which is worse, a mother that hates you or one that ignores you." She's not looking at me; she's looking up at the ceiling…but not really focusing on anything. "My mother used to be so beautiful, she would play little pranks on my dad. He would scoop her up afterwards and kiss her all over her face until she cried from laughing. After he died, she died too. She was never the same, she slept and slept. Sometimes she puts different things in her tea to make her not feel anything. Prim still has faith in her, but I lost that a long time ago. Although, she seems different now. She has her moments now where she's almost back, thanks to your dad." Her eyes clear and drift back to me, a soft smile is on her lips. "But Peeta?"
"Hmm?" I didn't want to stop her from going on, I want to know everything about her. Good and bad. The easy, beautiful things and the darker, hard to hear things.
"I don't want to be like her, either of our moms. I would never hurt our children like we've been hurt." Her eyes were so serious, so dark. I've never seen her look so serious. "Promise me that no matter what, you'll stay with me."
"Until the end."