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Peeta-
"You're staying home tomorrow and that's the end of it."
"Peeta, you can't tell me what to do! Those guys were just trying to get to me, I know you didn't say anything to them. If it makes you feel better, you can walk with me over to Prim's side of the school…or you could go get her and I'll wait? I already have those absences for earlier this year, I don't want to get into trouble."
"For the record, I can tell you what to do." God, I sound like such an asshole. I let out a deep sigh when I see her face scowl even further. "But, I don't want to tell you what to do. I'm simply asking that you take a day to stay home with me. Neither of us will get in trouble, I'm 18 and you are allowed to stay with me. Please."
I know she's brave and tough enough to fend for herself, she doesn't want those boys or anyone to think that I'm taking over her battle. But, I feel so protective over her. My dad never stood up to my mother. She was a bitch and mistreated everyone here. She never listened, to anyone in this house. Even when I was stronger and taller than her, she hit me and my father did nothing. I feel like if my dad had loved my mother, he would have stood up to her. Instead he was so passive and quiet. I love Katniss, and I will do what's best for her. Even if it's something that she doesn't like.
Why won't she just let me be the man that I need to be for her? Doesn't she understand that I want to do this? I get that she has been the sole provider for her family, she's singlehandedly taken care of Prim for years. But, I'm here now. Her mom and Prim don't have to worry about food any more. She doesn't need to worry about them anymore. I want to take care of her, she deserves it.
"Kat, please let me take care of you. Please let me do the worrying for once, you don't have to be so strong all the time." I cupped her face and pulled her lips to mine. "Please, let me handle it for you."
At first her kiss is strong and her jaw is set, steady and unyielding to my hands leading her. Slowly, her stance softens and her face tilts up to mine willingly, almost answering my request through her kiss. She parts her lips just enough to let me kiss her, dominating her mouth. Her tiny hands grip the front of my shirt with her fists and lets out a small moan into my mouth, leaning into my body. I pull her closer with my arm around her lower back. "Plus, you said you'd let me be in charge sometimes." My lips run across her neck and she turns her head, giving me further access. "C'mon, I told Dad that I'd help with dinner." She follows behind me, her fingers still woven into mine. "But tonight? You're mine." I tell her, with a kiss to her lips, as we step off the last stair into the kitchen.
No one brings up the incident at the school while we eat. Cheese buns and stew, I knew it would make her feel better. Rye brought out a beautiful chocolate cake with buttercream frosting and small pink flowers piped onto it. She ate two pieces. I love that she loves food, other girls that I sat with at lunch just picked and talked about losing weight. It broke my heart when I first noticed how thin she was and I was so grateful that she allowed me to start sharing my lunch with her. I would gladly feed her until she popped. She's gained 10 or 15 pounds since she started eating lunches with me, her skin glows and her hair is shiny.
She and I washed and dried the dishes, dad sat at the table and went on about a story that was in the paper. Rye talked about a date that he had coming up that weekend. Katniss and I rolled our eyes at the same time and Rye scowled. After we were done and everything was put away, she ate another pastry and put on a kettle for tea. My dad asked when she would be able to hunt again, which perked her up. They talked about the different seasons and what other plants she can forage for. Rye was just as enthralled in the conversation as she was. He pushed and pushed, she finally agreed to take him out with her to check her snares when the time came. She was a master at negotiation, somehow she traded a trip to the woods for Rye doing a month's worth of my outdoor chores.
Dad was the first go to bed, he ruffled my hair and kissed my head. He put Rye into a mock headlock and kissed his cheek as he fought back. We would always be his little boys, even when we're grown. He walked around and put his arm around Kat's shoulder and pulled her into his side while she laughed at him. I love her being here. She was the perfect addition to our family.
Rye told us more about his 'date'…which turned out to be him taking a pair of twins down to the slagheap that weekend. Katniss just rolled her eyes and told him to fuck off when he asked about the girls in her classes. She's perfect. When I pull her up by her hand and lead her upstairs, Rye yells "you two keep it down up there!". A blush ran all the way down her chest from her cheeks and I couldn't help my smile. We've only been together once, but it's been on my mind since then.
Katniss-
I'm instantly thankful that this morning, when Peeta went downstairs to make our lunch and help with morning prep that I made the bed and tidied up the room. Today has been overwhelming and stressful, it just makes it that much easier to relax. I was so irritated and angry that Peeta demanded that I stay home tomorrow. I do not need anyone to fight my battles, but after I've taken some time to think about it I can see that he wants to protect me. I haven't had that in so long. I need to listen to him and trust that he knows what's best for us.
It's just that my temper goes from 1 to 10 so quickly, I don't take the time to listen and gather all the evidence before I jump into hunter mode. But I love when Peeta reminds me that he's in charge, it calms me. Knowing that he's there to handle whatever might come up is soothing and reassuring.
We've only been together completely the night that I moved in, but I know that Peeta has a domineering side that turns me on. I've never been talked to that way, so forcefully. It started small, telling me to look at him when he speaks. I've made the decisions for so long, it's nice to have a man that does it for me – most of the time. I feel like Peeta has never been in the position to make demands or orders, he's the youngest of three brothers and his mom is a child-beating bitch. I assume it gives him power in bed, which I am more than happy to relinquish to him. We're a perfect match. He wants to take control and I want to give it up.
He's never lost control in the handful of times that we've done anything sexual; he's never even been close but I feel like when he does that I'm going to love it. I'm not sure that he knows how much it affects me, with his sharp words and gravelly voice. But I trust him, I know he wouldn't hurt me.
I've taken to sleeping in Peeta's t-shirts. They smell like him and they cover most of me, I don't feel completely comfortable being totally naked in front of him. I don't love my body the way that he seems to. I've gained some weight, but my top ribs still show through a bit and my breasts are smaller than most of the girls at school even though they seem more full. I've never even been concerned with the hue of my skin, but being with Peeta makes me very aware of my olive compared to his pale.
Upstairs, Peeta strips off his shirt and pants. I try not to stare, but his back muscles ripple when he pulls his shirt over his head and the legs of his boxer briefs are tight around his large thighs. Just watching him makes me wet. It's been a few days since we had sex and the soreness is gone. All I want in this moment, is him. When he turns to find me looking, he smirks and I quickly turn around. I know my cheeks must be red as I dig through his dresser for his old wrestling shirt from school.
I feel him behind me before he speaks, his hands start on my hips and snake around the front. He nuzzles his nose in my hair, then gives me a lingering kiss on my neck. "You can look at me any time you like." The way he says it sends a shiver down my legs. His fingers drop to the hem of my dress and pulls it up and over my head, leaving me in only my cotton panties. On instinct, I cover my breasts with my hands as he runs his hands up my thighs. He grips at my waist, then pulls the rubber band out of the end of my braid and runs his fingers through it. My hands are still covering myself when he turns me around to face him. His pupils are full and black, he takes my wrists and pulls them away from my body then holds them behind my back.
"You are so fucking beautiful", his fingers run up my arms and my shoulders, leaving my hands behind my back. I don't make a move; I'm too lost in the feeling of his fingertips. I can feel his warm breath on my cheeks, I try to look anywhere but in his eyes. He still makes me nervous and being naked in front of him is exciting but still unfamiliar. I glance down and see the bulge in his underwear, straining against the fabric. The sight makes me suck my breath in. His finger slides up under my chin, pushing me to look directly at him. He's smirking, obviously he's proud of the reaction he got from me.
When he reaches underneath my ass and pulls me up to him, my automatic reaction is to wrap my legs around his waist. A groan starts in his chest and causes his eyes to widen when his hard dick presses against my already wet pussy, the only thing between us is our underwear. He can easily hold me up, his hands grip at my ass and he backs me up into the wall. I keep my ankles crossed around him and he uses the wall as leverage to hold me up. His hands run over up over my nipples causing my back to arch and them to harden. When his palms cup my neck, one finger traces my lips. I can't handle the teasing; I pull his lips to mine and my fingers wrap in his hair. The growl from his lips only fuels me, my hips start rocking against his erection. His fingertips grip my ass, yanks me from the wall and he almost throws me down on the bed.
The way his eyes fully darken and his lip almost curls, he's like a predator hunting his prey. I've had that look before. This is definitely different from our first time, but I like it. It feels more like him? More comfortable? He settles between my knees. A shudder shoots up my legs as he runs his thumb down my pussy over my panties. He hooks his finger on the edge, by my thigh and pulls them to the side allowing him access to me. The flat of his tongue runs the full length of my slit several times before his starts to place open mouth kisses on my clit. My knees fall to the side, all the way to the bed giving him myself completely. His eyes don't leave mine when he parts my pussy lips and moves his head from side to side to go deeper and deeper inside me.
He threads his fingers through the waistband of my panties and yanks them down, slowly slides them past my ankles and off my feet. His kisses start at the arch of my foot, a place that I never thought to be erotic but the way his tongue sweeps across my skin and his lips barely suck make me groan and my thighs clench. He works his way up my leg, stopping at the soft inside part of my knee and moving up to the inside of my thighs. My pussy is closed, but seeping from him taking his time. He takes one long lick up my core, just barely dipping his tongue inside the whole way up.
"Peeta, please?" I want his lips on my clit. His mouth is so warm and his lips are plump and soft.
"Sweetheart, use your words. Tell me what you want from me." But he bypasses my pubic area and moves up my stomach. My hipbones are gripped under his strong hands, holding me down. I watch him work up the middle of my stomach slowly, still having not answered him – his darkened eyes look to mine. "Tell me what you want." It's more demanding time, there is no question in his voice.
Peeta-
God damn it! I have to figure out a way to get this girl to talk to me! I wonder what she'd do if I smacked her on the ass. I know she likes when I talk sternly to her, I can tell by the way her pussy gets so fucking wet.
I work my way past her heaving chest, I'm not sure if she's stunned or just testing me. "Damn it, Katniss! If you don't fucking answer me, I'll just take you the way I want to!" Her eyes went dark and I thought I saw her eyebrow lift in curiosity. Hmmm. So Katniss Everdeen really does like dirty talk. Nice.
"H-how would you want me?" with that question, I could come right now. She clearly has no idea the effect she has on me and I can't help the groan that starts in my throat.
I wrap my hand through her hair at the nape of her head and position her to look at me, a small gasp leaves her lips that makes my dick flinch. "Sweetheart, I don't think we're ready for that. Someday soon." She bites on her bottom lip; her eyes had fluttered shut. "Now, I'll tell you one more time. Tell me what you want." It's definitely a growl, hopefully it doesn't scare her. Her silver eyes focus on mine and I can see her weighing her words.
"I want you to lick me and then-" her face could not possibly be more red, I'm not sure if it's her being aroused or embarrassed but thankfully she continues. "then, I would like you to fuck me…. please." Oh shit. The way she says fuck is burned into my memory now. It was in slow motion, the way her 'f' pulled on her bottom lip and the 'ck' carried on. My hips jerk, pushing into her and a moan leaves my lips when I press into her. She gives in and lets me control the flow of her tongue when I kiss her. For the first time, she sucks lightly on my tongue and her teeth scrape my bottom lip. If that wasn't enough to set me off, her thin fingers wrap into my fresh curls and clench into a fist. She's really pushing my tolerance. I want to take her, flip her over and bury myself in her, with her hair wrapped around my arm- barking my dirty words of encouragement and pressing her face into the pillow. But, I can't. This is too new. She's too pure.
Her hands start to push me down to her center, "Peeta, put your lips on my pussy. You know what I like, please do that." I hope we can work on her words, because just the thought of her telling me what to do makes my dick swell even more.
"God Katniss, you're so fucking wet for me. You always are and you taste so good." It comes out in almost a purr and I can feel her thigh muscles quiver around my face. She tried to fight when I push her thighs down to the bed. Leaving her open and ready for me. She has dark curls that cover her, so unlike the merchant girls that I've seen whose mothers take them to get 'cleaned up' at the high end beauty bars in town. I love the way she looks, so much like a woman. So different from the girls I'd seen when I was younger.
"Show me how you touch yourself when you would think of me." I don't give her a chance to be embarrassed or decline my request, I grab one wrist and pull her index finger to my mouth. I suck her finger, leaving it thoroughly wet and press it into her wetness. Her body jerks at the feeling and she hisses through her teeth. The way her thin fingers run circles around her clit drives me fucking mad. She's so incredibly sexy. I mindlessly start stroking myself through my underwear, I go ahead and slip them off. She dips her fingertip inside herself and I just can't wait another second. A small hum leaves her lips as I take her fingers into my mouth to suck off her wetness. I position myself on my knees and start to descend my mouth on her pussy when her words leave me speechless.
"Peeta? Turn this way, I want to watch you rub your dick while you eat me out." Holy fuck. Is that my Katniss Everdeen? My shy and pure girl? It surprises even me that her words cause my breath to hitch and my dick to swell even more in hand. The bed dips when I position myself down her side and pull her onto her side to match me.
Her face is almost flush with my crotch and her eyes widen when I run my hand up and down my length right in front of her. The smell of her arousal is the only thing I can focus on, hitching her leg under my arm gives me full access to her. I love that she doesn't smell like flowery lotions and perfumes like the other girls at school.
After suckling and licking at her and testing her with my fingers, she surprises me again when I feel her warm palm on my balls. I have to press my face into her pussy to absorb the moan as her tongue runs from her palm up the underside of my cock. I hear a small giggle from her. Is she trying to see what kind of reaction she can get from me? She's one to try and test her limits when she can. Well, two can play that game. I push her knee higher, further up her body…opening her further for me. I suck at her clit, her tongue falters. Not good enough. I lick fully down her pussy, pushing my tongue in and out of her to lick at the wetness pooling there. She gives a slight sound of approval and continues to suck on the vein that runs down my already straining dick. Not to be outdone, I hook my thumb into her pussy and rub circles around her clit. She's pleased, but when I run my tongue past her front opening to the back and dips in and out of her ass- her mouth leaves my dick. "Oh! Oh! Peet- Peeeeeta!"
"How does that feel, sweetheart?" She only groans but I want to hear her say it, "does this hurt?" I use my other hand to palm her as while I continue to lick.
"No! Pl-please don't stop! I think – I'm going – I'm about to come!" That! That is what I wanted to hear from her! I continue to work on her clit and move my mouth back to her pussy, what I wasn't expecting is the small gush that spills into my mouth and around my face. Holy shit! I continued to lick and lap up all that I could.
She was as shocked as I was, "Peeta! I'm so sorry, I- um- I've never done that before. I'm so sorr-"
"Sorry? No, that was so incredibly hot. I want to make you do that over and over." I snake my body around; I can't stand to not be in her any longer. My dick slides in so easily with her come lubricating her thighs and pussy. "Goddamn it! You feel so good!" I grunt through gritted teeth as I push into her, causing her back to arch and a small squeal to leave her lips.
I hover over her, lean down to kiss her swollen lips. I know my breath smells like her arousal and for some reason, it makes it even better. Sliding in and out of her slowly, pushing deeper and deeper with each push. I physically can't go slow any longer, the urge to pound into her is too much. She must know that this is hurting me, "Faster, Peeta! Please, I need you to go harder!" Ugh, this girl is too perfect.
She hisses the first time that I pound into her, lifting her hips off the bed. A couple medium strength pushes into her, just to test her and she pants for more. I'm more than happy to give it to her. But, I know she isn't ready for as hard as I want to go. I pick up my pace, then lift her knees over my shoulders…her eyes roll in her head, making her gasp at the change. My grip tightens over her hips, I know she's close but I'm too far to stop and focus on her. The way her breasts bounce when I push into her, the way she's pressing on the headboard to steady herself into my thrusts. The sounds that she makes when my cock slams into her pussy and the way my balls hit her ass, her beautiful black hair spread across my pillow. Her hand snakes down between us to finish herself off with me. Who the fuck is this girl? My eyes pull away from her hand, I have to try and wait until she's ready. I love that she's becoming more brave, more sexually aware. I can't wait to see what else she surprises me with as we get to explore more of each other.
I've spent years thinking about her- pressed up against the wall, being bent over in my shower, across the large table in the kitchen- I could never run out of inspiration when it comes to wanting, needing and taking her.
I feel her pussy start to tighten and her other hand go down to grip at my thigh, my pace stays the same but the intensity of my thrusting picks up. She starts to mumble something inaudible – something with my name and coming. At the first wave of her orgasm, my rhythm falters and I can feel my seed spilling into her. I push even deeper, coming as deep as possible.
After I catch my breath, I roll her onto me where most of her body is on top of mine. She runs her fingertips through the small patch of blonde chest hair that I have. I press endless kisses into her sweaty hair until we both fall asleep to the sound of our breathing.
Definitely a new favorite moment.