Coffee and Classics
Hey readers! This chapter you learn a little bit about Katniss's past! And there's also some dirty bits. Hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER NINE:
The drive to the police station takes only fifteen minutes, but it feels a lot longer. Peeta constantly mumbles reassuring things, like how this is Prim's first slip-up, or how she's a responsible young lady and was probably just trying to have fun and "fit in"—she just hadn't analyzed the consequences; but I can't pay attention to the words he's saying. All I can think about is the fact that this would have never happened if I was a better "parent" to Prim.
"Katniss, this is not your fault," Peeta speaks into the uncomfortable silence in the car that appeared after his last comment—over five minutes ago. How does he have the ability to read my mind? It's seriously frightening.
"I should have confirmed with Rue's parents that she was staying over tonight. Or called her and listened to the background noises. Or tracked her cell phone. Or locked her in her bedroom. Instead I was goofing off with you." I whisper the final sentence, and the tension in the car is palpable.
"Katniss. Don't say shit you can't take back. And you don't mean." He breathes, his voice menacing. But he's right. I don't actually mean it, but I'm pissed that I've been so wrapped up in Peeta, that I've ignored Prim and her obvious fall from grace.
I don't say anything, and Peeta exhales, obviously exasperated with me. A few seconds later, we finally reach the station, and Peeta turns his truck into the parking lot adjacent to it. As soon as the truck is off, we leap out of doors and head into the building. Just before we reach the doors, Peeta tries to take my hand, but I pull away. He looks down at me, his face filled with sadness, and I try to ignore the deep feeling of despair that takes over my body because of it. One problem at a time. And Prim always comes first, I remind myself, trying to ease my guilt. Needless to say, it positively fails.
We barrel down the hall, both stern and angry, but for different reasons. I see Prim sitting on a metal chair, her head in her hands, and my steps begin to falter. My Prim. How can she be here? What could I have done to prevent this? Peeta notices my weakness, an uncanny ability he has, and when he reaches for my hand this time, I let him take it into his. He brings it to his lips, gives it a quick, wet peck, and settles it back between our bodies. Hand and hand, we walk to Prim. When we are a few steps away, Prim looks up and sees us; she jumps out of her seat and throws her arms around our waists. Peeta and I take the hands not holding each other's and hug her to us. We must look silly, but I don't give a shit.
"Are you Primrose Everdeen's guardian?" A voice behind me asks. I recognize that voice. When I turn around, I see a tall muscular man with the same vicious blue eyes I've hated for the last five years. When he sees my face, they flash with recognition. "Katniss?"
"Hello, Cato," I reply, arctic. I look at his name tag. "Or Officer Williams, I guess."
Peeta and Prim look at me, confused and curious. And I don't blame them. Cato and I have a history. But I'm not going to divulge into that in the middle of a police station.
"Uh, yeah. I decided to go to the academy after you and I…" he cuts of his sentence quickly, and clears his throat. "So Primrose was caught at a party full of underage drinkers. Fortunately for her, and for you, she passed the breathalyzer—it came .00. So she didn't drink drop. Still, it's very serious. She isn't being charged this time, but the next time she is caught at a party with alcohol, she will get a MIP. And it will stay on her record."
Finally, I'm able to breathe again. She won't be charged. Thank fuck. Peeta squeezes my hand reassuringly, and looks down to me with a look that says "I told you so." I roll my eyes and smirk at him, and turn my face to look at Prim who is still looking at Officer Dickhead. Suddenly, and unfortunately, her eyes flash in recognition.
"Oh my God. You're—," she starts, but I cut her off before she can finish.
"Prim, let's go. Thanks, Cato." I turn my face back to him and try to give him a friendly smile, but it dies in the middle, and I look in like I'm in pain. And I kinda am. Seeing him again, especially when I've been so comfortable with Peeta, is something I hoped would never happen.
"It was, um, good to see you again, Katniss." He looks down at me, and actually looks sincere. His eyes are soft, something I've never seen before, but any softness I feel is instantly replaced when I begin to remember. I need to get the fuck out of here.
Prim and I have a long talk once we are back in the apartment. Peeta stays out of it, and silently makes us grilled cheese in the kitchen while we talk.
"Prim, you can't go to a party that has drinking. You have to think about your future. How would that look to colleges? Or future employers? No one wants some premature drunk for an employee." I go on and on and even I bore myself, but Prim listens diligently, nodding and agreeing with me. It's after two when I finally let her go to bed. She leans across the couch and gives me a warm hug after we finish.
"You should tell him about Cato," Prim whispers in my ear, too low for Peeta to hear. I give her nod and a quick kiss on the cheek, before she stands up and moves to the kitchen. She gives Peeta a big hug, and he returns it with same ferocity, and kisses the top of her blonde head.
"You're a good kid, Prim. Just be yourself, and don't follow others just because it's easier to be normal," he says into her hair. How does he know exactly what to say, every second of the day? She looks up at him, a sad half-smile on her young face. Soon after, she exits the kitchen and slowly moves to her room, shutting and locking the door behind her. Peeta looks at me, and gracefully moves into the living room and sits next to me on the puffy green couch.
"Let's go to bed, baby," he whispers gutturally against my neck, and kisses me in that amazing spot behind my ear. His tone sends a shiver down my spine, and my thighs squeeze together. Jesus H Fuck, how can he turn me on with five words? Together, we stand up and move to my bedroom. As soon as we pass through the doorframe, Peeta picks me up and kicks the door shut behind us. My legs wrap around his abdomen, and our lips meet in a frenzied passion. After everything that's happened in the last few hours, I just want to lose myself in his touch, and he seems to be thinking the same thing as me.
Peeta lays us softly down on the bed, his body hovering over mine, our lips never parting. Franticly, he begins to tear off his clothing. He rips of his blue fleece, and then takes his lips off mine to pull his white t-shirt over his head. Then, he reaches to pull off my grey tee and I let him. As soon as it's off and tossed over his shoulder to the floor, he leans down to kiss my lips again, and I'm lost in the feeling of our bare skin gliding over each other's; our lips and tongues fusing together. My hands move to unbutton my jeans and once I'm finished, Peeta sits up and pulls the legs of them violently, like the idea of having anything between us is sadistic, and throws them over his shoulder too. He rips his off as well and pounces on my body once again, our teeth clicking together—but it's not painful, it's hot.
"Don't run away from me, Katniss," he pleads against my lips, his voice unequivocally filled with lust. "I need to be near you. I need to see you. I need you." I moan at his words, and he kisses me again, his tongue wrapping around mine.
I'm scared of what happened with Cato. I'm scared of being someone's girlfriend. I'm scared of the repercussions of being with Peeta in any way. But when I'm actually with him, all I want to do is be with him. The world fades away, until there's nothing more than us and our skin and our lips.
"I think I'm falling for you," he whispers again, moving his lips down to kiss my neck, and then moves them even lower, lightly sucking and licking at my collarbone. "Actually, I know I am." His hands move from their location at the side of my head to skim down my arms and land on hips; they squeeze gently and move to splay on my stomach, his thumbs peeking into my blue lacy underwear. I finally wore something sexy tonight.
His words spark my heart, tugging at some emotion that I've never felt before, but I try to block it out, and focus on our bodies bonded together. Unable to contain my lust, I move my hands from his shoulders, down his smooth and muscled back and into his boxers. His bare cheeks are firm and smooth, and I roughly squeeze them, purposefully pushing his pelvis against mine.
"I want to be inside you," he moans, rubbing himself into me, already at attention. I moan too, his words turning me on. "But we should probably wait."
His furious kisses are suddenly sweet and gentle, no longer filled with burning passion.
"I don't want to wait," I pant, surprising myself. I've never wanted to be intimate with someone so much before, and I would never picture myself actually verbalizing my want. But here I am with Peeta, doing things I never thought I would do. Like fall…
"Don't say that. I have barely any self preservation as it is," he moans, his tone both laughing and serious, and kisses my collarbone again.
I know Peeta is trying to be a gentleman, but right now I don't want him to be. I know I'm a virgin, but right now all I want him to do is ravish me. So, I take the initiative, and with a surge of confidence, I pull my hands out from his boxers and unhook the front clasp of my bra, letting it fall open and expose my chest to him.
Peeta stops his movements, and looks into my eyes. His eyes burn with lust and the desire i have to cover myself is extinguished. I lean up to kiss him, my left hand cupping his face while I reach for his right hand and place it on my right breast. He moans into my mouth and begins to slowly knead my breast. It's obvious that his baking comes in handy in other facets of life, because his movements instantly cause the junction of my thighs pulse. When he pinches my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, I gasp. My sex is throbbing and when he leans down and closing his lips around my nipple at the same time he grinds his erection against my pelvis, I explode, shocking both of us.
"Peeta!" I yell into the darkness of the room, arching my back off the bed in response. My orgasm is twice as long as last time, for Peeta never relents—continuing to suck and nip at my breasts while he massages them. When it's finished, I sink back into the bed and pull Peeta's face away from my chest and back to my lips. We share a long and sweet kiss, and I feel more cherished than I have in my entire life.
"Your turn," I say to him after a minute or two of soft kisses. Peeta looks at me confused, but I simply flip him over and onto his back instead of a verbal response. I sit up on his hips shrug out of my bra completely and throw it over my head before leaning down. Slowly, I begin to kiss and lick down his chest. My tongue dips into his navel, and Peeta lifts his pelvis off the bed and groans in response. When I reach the edge of his boxers, I look up into his eyes.
"Katniss, you don't have to…" he trails off. I smirk at him, and pull the fabric down to reveal the man that is Peeta Mellark. It's not the first time I've seen a man's junk before, but Peeta's is much more impressive than…Cato's. I push thoughts of him out of my head and smile at long length and impressive thickness of Peeta's manhood. Tentatively, I lick up the length of Peeta's member with my tongue, base to tip, and Peeta moans. I guess I'm doing something right. When I reach the top, I gently take the tip into my mouth and suck. Peeta moans again.
"God Katniss, that feels so good," he mutters, his voice barely audible and sexily gruff. I smile and suck the tip again, and then confidently take him into my mouth all the way. I begin to bob up and down on Peeta, while my hands roam and rub his bare stomach. Peeta mumbles incoherently between moans and groans and flexes his hips against my mouth. I guess I don't have a gag reflex because I don't gag once, no matter how deep I take him.
"I'm gonna come, Katniss," he moans after ten minutes of my bobbing and licking. I want to smile, but just begin to bob faster. Peeta clutches my hands on his stomach, moans my name loudly, and comes rapidly in my mouth. I begin to swallow, and thankfully, I'm able to take it all without any falling out of my mouth. When I'm finished swallowing, I lick Peeta clean, pull up his boxers and crawl back up his chest; I rest my face in the crook of his neck, suddenly and unexplainably shy. Peeta's arms immediately wrap around me, holding my body to his.
"You're incredible," he breathes. Slowly, he begins to unbraid my hair, and combs his fingers through it. The intimacy of the moment doesn't scare me like I thought it would. Instead, it feels natural; like Peeta and I are supposed to be together, lying in bed, arms clutching each other, forever.
I wake up to a movement on the bed. When I open my eyes, I see Peeta patting back to me from the door and settling back down on his side so he's facing me. He places his right hand on my bare back and slowly lets it wander.
"I got up to lock the door," he explains. "I didn't want Prim to interrupt like last time. Especially since we can't claim just sleep, considering the so few clothes you're wearing." He smirks and I can't help but giggle.
"I love waking up to you in the morning," I whisper, shocked that I actually revealed that to him, instead of keeping it to myself. He lights up and leans down to press a soft, warm kiss on my lips.
"Me too."
Peeta begins to slowly kiss my neck, and behind my ear and I can't help but sigh. God, he knows what he's doing. I wonder how many…
"How many women have you slept with?" I ask him abruptly. Peeta ceases his kisses and moves so he is lying on his stomach too, his head facing me.
"Does it really matter?" He asks, both worried and slightly nervous.
"No. I was just wondering. I mean, you already know about me…" I trail off, closing my eyes in embarrassment, trying to will myself not to blush.
"So what Gale said was true? He wasn't just dicking around?"
"Yeah. It's true." Shit, why did I bring this up again?
"Four." I open my eyes to find them staring at me. They bleed truth and passion. Jealousy takes over my body at the thought anyone touching Peeta instead of me, but I push it down. I move my face forward and lightly press my lips to the tip of his nose. He smiles and crinkles it in the adorable fashion I love so much. Then, I decide to spill.
"Cato and I dated for six months when I was fifteen." I say, and watch as his eyes darken, no longer filled with laughter. "That was the last time I really opened my heart."
The silence is deafening, but I can tell Peeta is waiting for me to continue at my own pace. He begins to rub my back again and I take a deep breath.
"I was young, and I thought I he really cared for me. He was two grades above me, and went to the private school a few blocks from the public school I went to, and we met at mingle session between the schools. He was kind, smart, and oh so cute." I scoff. "We had a lot of fun just hanging out and I loved being around him. After about four months of dating, he starting wanting to have sex, but I wasn't ready. We had fooled around, but I couldn't go all the way. Not yet. Anyway, on our six month anniversary, which just so happened to be on his eighteenth birthday, I decided that I was going to sleep with him. When I arrived at his house that night, he was slightly drunk from a party he had with his friends earlier. We went right up to his room and started kissing. And then when things started to escalate, I took off my bra and lied back on the bed, ready for him to make a move. But he just laughed."
Peeta's arm stills and his breathing becomes suddenly harsh. His eyes pour anger, but I quickly hurry on, for the story isn't finished.
"He said that I was a 'surfboard', and that I was nothing like Clove Mathers, a chick he had been banging on the side for the last two months, since I hadn't been putting out. He said that I would be lucky if I ever found anyone willing to hold onto my nothing while they, and I quote, 'pounded their dick into me.' And he said it all with these vicious blue eyes. Needless to say, I threw on my clothes and ran out of there as quickly as I could, and I hadn't seen him since. Not until yesterday."
I pause and take another deep breathe. "Since then, I haven't felt comfortable being around the opposite sex in any kind of romantic capacity. Not until you, anyway. And I know it's stupid to let something that happened so long ago still affect me, but I can't help it. And that's why I was so worried about Prim and that party. She's fifteen, just like I was, and I don't want anything like what happened to me, happen to her."
I know there's more than just Cato for why I haven't been truly intimate with a man, but he's a big reason. Plus, I don't want to pour all my heart out in one sitting. Jesus, I've already said too much as it is.
Peeta takes a deep breath and moves his hand from my back to my face. "Katniss, I wish that never happened to you. To open up your heart like that have it crushed—there's nothing worse. But I'm happy that you are finally willing to open your heart and body again, and that you are doing it with me, well that's practically a miracle. I feel like the luckiest person on the planet. I just want you to know that I will never hurt you like that. Ever." His tone is loving and stern—seeping honesty. "And I understand your worry about Prim, and I hope that that never happens to her too, but you can't blame yourself if it does. It won't be your fault."
He half smiles and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. I move closer to him and on my side to wrap my arms around him. He turns on his side as well; our bare chests pressed together, and holds me to him.
"I'm gonna punch that guy in the dick if I ever see him again," he says into my hair. I look up into his eyes and together, we erupt in laughter. After our laughter dies down, he snuggles closer to me, and intertwines his legs with mine.
"God, your breasts feel so good pressed up against me," he admits quietly into my ear, then plants a wet kiss underneath it. My body sparks at his lips and his words, and I shift my head so his lips find mine, and begin to kiss him deeply, pouring into the kiss all the feelings I don't have the courage to say out loud yet.