Katniss-

I heard most of everything they said to each other, as I stand just inside the doorway to the kitchen with Rye. I knew Gale would come, but I didn't think it would be right now. I know he meant the sorry that he gave me. I'm sure his pride was hurt more than the punch Peeta gave him to the face. He's come home plenty of times with black eyes or busted lips, it's how he handles his issues. This was a first for him, actually owning up to doing something wrong. To be honest, I'm grateful that this whole situation happened. I miss him, or at least having a friend, an ally, a confidant. I don't know if Peeta would understand that because he never knew how it felt to live day to day, meal to meal. It's always nice to have someone on your side that knows where you came from.

I gave him the bag of bread because I love his family and him too, just not the same way that I love Peeta or the way Gale loves me. Rory and Prim are the more realistic version of Gale and I. They actually work, they mesh together. I wouldn't be surprised if they were married when they're 18. Vick and Posey are still babies. They didn't choose this life, for their family to be poor, to be born in the Seam and to have only one living parent. They deserve better. So does Hazelle, she didn't back down and hide away like my mother did. She stepped up, started washing clothes and mending things to make money to survive. She did what she had to do and more. She was there when my mother didn't feed us, watch us or love us.

Peeta followed me upstairs after Gale left, he stood at the door as I stripped off house dress that I had changed into. I pull it off without breaking eye contact with him. Almost daring him to say something, or stop me. When I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, I let it fall to the floor unceremoniously. His eyes were wide and I could see his dick growing harder underneath his floury apron. To give him a bit of a show- knowing that he has to go back downstairs to work, I turn around and pull my panties down slowly- giving him a full view of my ass. Looking back over my shoulder, his eyes are wide and dark. His tongue runs over his bottom lip and his hand is gripped around the bulge over the front of his work clothes.

I'm satisfied with the reaction I've gotten from him, based on his erection and the blush working up his neck to his face. I press my body up against his and whisper in his ear, "So, about you showing me how I'm yours?" My tongue licks up the shell of his ear. I know he loves having his neck and ears touched and licked. It's the perfect end to the pre-show for tonight.

The gasp hasn't fully left my lips and my chest is heaving when he pulls me up by the thighs. He slams me against the door, using it as leverage to hold me up. My legs instinctively go around his waist. His arms pull me tighter, grinding his hard length into my uncovered pussy. "Tonight, you're mine." He hisses through his gritted teeth into my neck and jams his finger into my wet pussy while the other twists my nipple roughly. Pounding into me harder, rubbing his thumb across my clit. My head throws back at my oncoming orgasm when he pulls his finger out and shoves it into my open mouth. "And, I will have you exactly how I want you." Fuck! I'm not sure what reaction he's looking for and I'm not sure what comes over me. But when I start sucking myself off his finger, he thrusts into me faster. The animalistic moan from his chest and the friction of my clit on his rough apron, pushes my orgasm over. Squeezing Peeta tighter between my legs helps me rub my clit on him, prolonging my coming.

His fingers grip into my thighs, that have become much thicker recently, so I can see the tips of his fingers digging into my skin. He pulls me away from the door slightly and pushes me back into it, causing his dick to press back into my sensitive area. I can only whimper into his kiss. A kiss that isn't sweet, but demanding and possessive. It fucking drives me crazy when he's like this. I'm actually looking forward to tonight, I've been wanting and internally begging him to take me the way I know he's capable of. I want to be sore the next day from his endless pounding. I've wanted him to fuck me from behind, but I've been too embarrassed to ask. When he grips his hand into my hair as he thrusts into me, I can only imagine if he were to pull tighter and push into me as hard as he can. I know he wants it that way, I can tell by the tightening of his jaw muscles that he's holding back when we're together.

"I'm ready for tonight, I'm yours – however you like." I say it as sweetly as possible, with his forehead pressed against mine. He lets my legs fall to the ground, while still holding onto me- preventing me from falling. "You better get back downstairs; I have to take a shower." He pulls me in for a deep kiss and I slip past him, into the bathroom. I take one last peek at him, to see what kind of state he's in. His back is against the door, he's slouched over and running his hands through his hair. I can hear him trying to even out his breathing. He's exactly how I want him. Frustrated. By tonight, he'll want me so bad. He won't be able to control himself.

Peeta-

Goddamn it! How did I let myself get so fucking turned on? I just wanted to check on her to make sure she was alright with everything that happened. And she started taking off her damn clothes. When she started licking her pussy juices off my finger, I could have fucking come right then. I might just fuck her so hard that she has to stay home from school tomorrow.

Okay. I have to think of something else. Anything but her. Shit! I'm so fucking hard, the only thing I want to do is take her in the shower. Or bend her over the counter top and watch myself in the mirror, fucking her from behind. No. Fuck, I have to wait until later. Think of something else. Wrestling. Baking. Feeding the pigs. Ms. Trinkett and her giant puffy hair.

Alright, I'm not as hard and I really do need to get back downstairs.

"Peet. What the fuck were you doing up there? We're down here trying to work and you're up there banging Kat- What the fuck is on your apron?" I look down and there's a giant wet spot just above the crotch of my apron. "Please tell me that's not from you? Did I not teach you anything?"

"Shit! No, it's not from me, you asshole!" I rip it off and throw it into the pile with the dirty towels.

His voice is still way too loud, but a little lower than before, "Is that from her?" He can tell from my flushed face that I don't want to answer him. "Are you telling me that she's a fucking squirter?" Squirter? I didn't know that was a thing. "Fuuuuuck, that's so hot." He throws his head back and grips his hands in his hair.

"C'mon man, you're talking about my future wife here."

"Well, she's not your wife yet- I still have time to convince her she's marrying the wrong Mellark. Tell me all about it! What does it taste like-" My eyes widen and my face blushes more, if that's even possible.

Thankfully, my dad comes in…however, his face is more red than mine. "Boys, cut it out. You're going to scare away all our customers. You-" he points directly at Rye "You better not let her hear you talking about her like that, she'll skin you alive and I'll let her. As for you," he turns to me, but avoids eye contact. "please wash your hands before you touch anything." He turns around to go back up front. I groan while Rye laughs until tears come out of his eyes.

"Fuck you, Rye. Dad's right, if she hears you…she's going to kill you." I lower my voice significatnly, "and, I'm going to stop telling you shit if you don't quit!" In the past few months, Rye's given me lots of somewhat unsolicited advice. I haven't put any of it to use yet, but maybe tonight. Truth is, she'd kill me too if she knew I was talking about us to him. But, it's either him or my dad. And sorry Katniss, I would cut my arm off before asking my dad about fucking my almost-wife in the ass.

The night goes by quickly, and she looks happy when she comes downstairs to help with cleanup and to have dinner. She's wearing another one of the dresses I bought her when she moved in. It fit her well back then, now it hugs her in all the appropriate places. Anytime she wears a dress, I always have to wonder if she's wearing panties. The first time she lifted her dress off and I found her nude underneath, I came in my hand without even touching her. So, now curiosity gets me every time.

Noone mentions the talk earlier between the Mellark men, however my dad has a hard time looking at Katniss. On the complete opposite side, Rye wont take his eyes off her. After several kicks under the table and a few glares when she isnt looking, he takes the hint that he's pissing me off. As always, dad is the first to bed after giving us all a kiss on the head. Rye starts in on Katniss, asking about the woods earlier and a few not so subtle hints about Madge. He reminds her about their deal and she promises to take him out next weekend if the snow stays away. The way his eyes roam over her body doesn't slip past me and I know he's thinking about earlier. I know he'd never do anything with her, he's just a horny dick who's not fucking anyone because he's waiting for Madge to come around. While, it makes me want to get her out of his sight- I cant help but feel a bit of pride that I have such an attractive and sexy girlfriend. Even if she doesn't see it, everyone else does.

Finally, I pull her away after everything is cleaned and ready for tomorrow. I excuse us from Rye, letting him know that we need to get to bed for school tomorrow. I look back over my shoulder and give him a quick wink.

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