Coffee and Classics
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CHAPTER TWELVE:
A little more than two weeks after Peeta's confession, and a month after Peeta started staying over, I decide that I'm ready; ready to be his girlfriend, ready for sex—and ready for him to meet uncle Haymitch. I approach him on his Saturday shift, nervously playing with the end of my braid.
"What's wrong, Katniss?" he asks, able to read my face and nervous ticks effortlessly. Before I fully think about my actions, I let the words tumble out of my mouth.
"ITHINKIWANTTYOUBEYOURGIRLFRI END," I practically yell into the bookstore; luckily it's pretty empty, with only the usuals. But they look up, surprise on their faces. Peeta looks at me shocked, but it only takes a second for him to recover; a smile lights up his face and he moves around the counter, picking me up in his arms and swinging me around. I laugh in an extremely girly fashion, which I hate, but I can't seem to stop. When he sets me on my feet, he swiftly brings his lips down and collides them with mine. It's sweet and soft and I melt against him.
"Um, this is beautiful and all, but you're still working." Sae pops up behind me, forcing Peeta to let me go. He smiles at me again, and moves back around the counter; his smile unwavering. Sae chuckles at his expression, and goes back into the kitchen.
"Um, I think it's time for you to meet my uncle Haymitch," I say to him, picking up my braid again. Peeta looks up at me, nervousness in his eyes, but he still looks unbelievably happy; he gives a curt nod. I haven't told Peeta much about uncle Haymitch, except that he's a drunk and that he raised me and Prim. But he knows how much Haymitch means to me, even though I can't verbalize it. He is always good at doing that.
"Sounds good to me. When?"
"Tonight, if you're not busy."
"Well, I was planning on ravishing my girlfriend. But dinner beforehand would be nice." He sexily smirks at me, and I can feel myself getting wet. Jesus, how the fuck can he do that?!
"Okay, well I'll stop by when you're off work, and you, Prim and I can drive to Haymitch's in your truck? Sound good? Baby?" I cringe. I am trying the term of endearment for the first time, but is sounds weird in my mouth. I have grown used to hearing Peeta call me that in the last few weeks, I sound fucking dumb and awkward when I say it. I look up to him and see him smile. Okay, I guess he likes it. He leans across the counter so his face is a few inches away from mine.
"Sounds perfect, baby." He plants a quick kiss on the side of my mouth, and leans back. I smile and turn, walking out of the bookstore and back into the lovely Seattle rain.
When I reach the apartment, I open the door to find Prim on the couch. And a boy is on top of her.
"PRIM!" I yell, unable to lessen my shock. The boy jumps off Prim, trips back over the coffee table and lands on his ass on the wood floor. Prim sits up and looks at me, her face red; her hair is messy, and it is obvious that they have been doing this for a while. She gets up off the couch and helps boy up off the floor.
"Katniss, this is my boyfriend, Rory. Rory, this is my sister, Katniss." Rory crosses the room and holds his hand out to me. I shake it, glaring at him. He's actually pretty cute, for a fifteen year old. He has messy brown hair, brown eyes and swollen red lips. Probably from kissing Prim.
"Prim has told me a lot about you, I feel like I already know you," he says, his voice kind.
"Funny. Prim hasn't mentioned you. How long have you been dating?" Rory pales a bit, and Prim rushes over to his side. She slides her hand into his and gives it a squeeze.
"We've been together for two months, Kat. I didn't want to tell you, because I knew you would freak out, like you are right now. But Rory is a good guy."
"You were making out on the couch. While I wasn't here! That's not exactly going to make me think he's a good guy right now. No offense, Rory." I say, my eyes flashing between Rory, Prim, and their clasped hands.
"We were just kissing! And Peeta sleeps over every night, and pretty sure you are doing more than kissing, from the moans I hear coming from your room!" I redden instantly, but continue to speak.
"Prim! That's enough! And I'm twenty, you're only fifteen. If you want to date Rory, that's okay. But no making out on the couch when I'm not home!" I concede. I can't stop her from dating this guy, and if she chose him, I'm sure he's good. "And, we are going to have a formal dinner, so I can learn more about you, Rory." I say, turning to him. I try to smile, and I guess I succeed because he smiles broadly back at me. Prim looks at the two of us, and smiles a little too, her anger fading.
"However, tonight, we're going to uncle Haymitch's. And Peeta's coming too. I'll go in my room and let you and Rory hang out for a bit. We're leaving in an hour." I nod at them before walking into my room and shutting the door behind me.
I set my bag on the ground and throw myself onto my bed. Prim has a boyfriend? And has for two months? Why does she have to grow up? And I'm buying her a chastity belt.
I hang out in my room for a half an hour, listening to their quiet whispers. Finally I hear silence, and the shutting of the front door. Prim knocks on my door and lets herself in. She sits on the edge of my bed and looks over to me.
"I'm sorry about what I said—about you and Peeta. It was totally immature. And thanks for being relatively chill about Rory. I know you could have been a lot worse." I scowl a little at her, but then shrug. It's true.
"I'm sorry I freaked out."
"I know you are." Prim pauses, and then looks at her hands on her lap. "Katniss, how did you know you were ready to have sex?" I pale, and I want to scream at her. YOU'RE NOT READY TO HAVE SEX! EVER! But I know that she wants to know. I take a deep breath.
"Prim, I just decided that I'm ready to have sex." Prim looks up at me confused, and I'm afraid I have to explain further. "Prim, Peeta and I haven't…I've never…" I wave my hands and widen my eyes, hoping she takes the hint. She does, obviously, because her eyes light up.
"Oh! I didn't know that. I mean, you're twenty years old."
"I know. But you know I'm not one that dates often. Or ever. Not until Peeta."
"You're in love with him, Katniss." My eyes widen at her statement. "I know you are afraid to say it, but I see how you are with him. You love him. And I hope you get the courage to tell him soon. Because he's dying to tell you that he loves you. I can tell."
I look away from her eyes. Is that true? Do I love him? Does he love me? I try to think of everything that's happened between us in the last month. I know that I care for him deeply, more deeply than I ever felt for Cato. But I'm just not sure.
"Don't think about it too much, Kat. When you know, you'll know. And I know I'm not ready to have sex with Rory, so don't worry." She gives me a swift hug and walks out the door, leaving it open. "Oh! And wear your blue dress tonight! Peeta will love it!"
When we all pile into Peeta's truck, nerves begin to set in. Peeta places his hand on my bare leg, and his fingers begin to tickle my inner thigh as he moves them back and forth.
"Don't be nervous, Katniss. I'm sure everything will be fine." He kisses me on the cheek and whispers in my ear, "You look beautiful, by the way." I'm wearing the blue dress that Prim recommended, which has long sleeves and cuts off mid thigh. I slipped into some black flats that Prim threw at me and left my hair loose, so it falls in waves around my shoulders and ends at my breasts.
I roll my eyes at his compliment and he barks out a laugh. All three of us are cramped in here, but it's oddly comfortable; Peeta leaves his hand on my thigh the entire drive to Haymitch's house. Haymitch lives in a beautiful three bedroom house in Arbor Heights, on the west part of Seattle. It's all glass walls and granite counters—super innovative.
When we pull into the driveway, we all pour out of the truck and Peeta grabs my hand as soon as my feet hit the ground. He rubs reassuring circles with his thumb on the back of my hand as we walk up the front steps. Prim rings the doorbell and we all hold our breath as we wait for uncle Haymitch. When he doesn't answer after a minute or two, I try the door, finding it unlocked and swing it open, pulling Peeta in with me and Prim trails behind us. Peeta gets a quick tour of the house while we look for Haymitch—and eventually we find him sprawled out in his expensive brown leather chair, bottle hugged to his chest. I sigh, let go of Peeta's hand and walk over to him.
"Hello, sweetheart. Fancy seeing you here," he slurs at me. It's obvious that he has been hitting the bottle for a few hours.
"Haymitch, damn you. I called and said that we were coming for dinner."
"I didn't forget. I had my chef make something for us. Just relax." He stands up and finally notices the tall, sexy figure standing behind me; Peeta's eyebrows are furrowed. "So this must be the guy. Peeta, right? You look pretty well put together. I figured Katniss would find someone moody and angry—to fit her personality."
I glare at him but Peeta just scoffs. "Thanks, I guess. Nice to meet you too." He holds out his hand and Haymitch shakes it.
Eventually we all get to the dinner table and begin to dig in. Peeta chats animatedly with Prim and Haymitch as we eat our pot roast, and he seems perfectly at ease. It's amazing to watch. And even though Haymitch is about as talkative as I am, he answers all of Peeta's questions with more than grunts. When Prim exits the dining room to get the dessert, Haymitch speaks up.
"You better not fuck up, Peeta. Katniss has been through enough. Dead parents, a drunk uncle, and a mother at seven; she doesn't need any more shit in her life." Peeta stiffens, then turns to look at him, his eyes radiating rage.
"I would never do anything to hurt Katniss. That's a guarantee." His voice is so stern, that it practically scares me. Peeta has never sounded like this before. "I care about her more than I care about myself. And I cherish Prim too. Don't question my affection for either of them." When Peeta is done with his speech, he leans back in his chair, his face returning to its normal, carefree state; but Haymitch and I look at him, oh so very confused. That came out of nowhere. Luckily, Prim walks in with the cake, begins to slice it, and instantly eases the tension that was cast over the room.
But my mind is still reeling. I guess what Prim said earlier might be true. Peeta might be in love with me. Fear spikes my pulse and I try to force a smile on my face. I don't know if I'm ready to be loved; or what it means to be loved by Peeta. Would he be different? Would I be different? I try to push these thoughts out of my head and enjoy the mellow time with my family and Peeta.
Dessert passes with ease as Prim and Peeta joke and laugh with their faces covered in chocolate, but eventually it's time to leave. Prim hugs Haymitch and runs out to the car as Peeta throws her his keys. Peeta and Haymitch exchange goodbyes and a quick handshake before he leaves too, leaving me alone with Haymitch.
"You know, I've only known this guy for about three hours, but I definitely realized something," Haymitch says as we watch Peeta walk to the car and begin to talk to Prim through the open driver's seat window. I roll my eyes, expecting him to say something sarcastic and terrible.
"What's that, Haymitch?" I ask, trying not to sound annoyed. I fail.
"You could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve him, you know?" I look up at him in shock. However, it's completely true. Peeta is an amazing human being, so full of joy and love, even after the past he has had. All I can do is agree.
"Yeah." I sigh. "I know." He gives me a quick hug and we part. Haymitch watches as the three of us peel out of the driveway and into the night.
It's a little past nine when we arrive at the apartment. Peeta and I shuck off our coats and shoes before moving to the couch and turning on the TV.
"I'm going across the hall to Delly's," Prim announces, looking at us on the couch, her coat still on. "She just texted me, and she wants to have a Smallville marathon. So we're gonna watch it. Is that okay? I'll be back late." I nod and tell her to be careful, but she just runs out of the door, a smile lighting up her face. Delly is about my age, but she's too nice and innocent to appear it. She is constantly smiling and giggling and I hate it. But Prim likes her, so I try to tolerate her.
When the door closes, Peeta is on me in an instant. He kisses me deeply and momentarily, his tongue gliding into my mouth smoothly and deliciously. He stands and picks me up; my legs wrap around his hips and my arms around his neck, holding his mouth to mine. He runs to the door, locks it, and runs into my bedroom, where he throws me on the bed. I smile as I land, and Peeta jumps on top of me.
"Let the ravishing of my girlfriend begin," he whispers into my ear. He begins to plant soft kisses as he unbuttons the top of my dress; when he's done, he pulls me up into a sitting position and yanks the hem of the dress upward until it's over my head, revealing my matching set of blue lace boy shorts and strapless bra.
Peeta's blue eyes burn with lust and he buries he mouth into the side of my neck, sucking and licking as he moves us back to the bed. I sigh and move my hands to unbutton his black button-up. Peeta's lips move across my sternum and when I'm done with the buttons of his shirt, he helps me shrug it off of him. He sits up again, pulls off his jeans, and throws them off the bed. When he settles back between my open legs, I move my hands to the edge of his boxers and begin to pull them down. Peeta stops his movements.
"Katniss?" he questions as he moves to look into my eyes.
"I want you," I whisper, and continue pulling them down. Peeta's erection springs out of his boxers, and settles on my thigh. When I can no longer reach with my hands, I finish kicking off his underwear with my feet. Peeta still seems stunned as he breathes heavily, staring into my eyes. I lift my hands to his face and pull it down until his lips crash with mine. The action causes Peeta to fall out of his reverie and he begins to kiss me again with fervor.
Before I know it, my bra is off and Peeta's mouth is attacking breasts—nibbling, massaging, sucking and licking them. I moan, running my hands through his curly blonde locks. One of Peeta's hands moves to the edge of my panties and he stops kissing my breasts to look into my face. His sapphire eyes are blazing with—
"I love you, Katniss. I'm completely, irrevocably in love with you." He gives me a soft kiss on the lips, then moves back to continue to look in my eyes. My throat closes, unable to speak. "You don't have to say anything; I just wanted you to know, before we did this. I love you." And with that, he slowly peels my boy shorts down my thighs, and off my legs—casting them aside.
He goes to slip his fingers into me, but I knock his hand aside. He looks up at me again, rejection in his eyes.
"I just want you inside me." Peeta nods, rejection gone and lust returning. He situates himself between my thighs and shifts his weight onto his elbows, which he places on the sides on head; grabbing my hands and interlacing our fingers. His face is barely an inch from mine and his eyes bury into soul.
"Slowly, or Band-aid?" he asks, placing soft kisses all over my face. I suddenly remember that it's supposed to hurt. But I don't care. I want to be with him entirely.
"Band-aid." I say, moving my lips so they interlock with his. And Peeta plunges into me. I stifle a squeak as the pain pinches, but it doesn't hurt too badly. Peeta stills, letting me get acclimated his size and intrusion.
"God, you're so tight and wet," he whispers, placing a wet kiss behind my ear. "You feel so good. God, I love you." After a few moments, he begins to move, and the slight pain is replaced with a building pleasure.
"Peeta," I moan after many several minutes, kissing him deeply. Together, we move our interlaced so they are no longer bent, but stretched out over our heads. The movement causes Peeta torso to lie against mine, and the friction rubs against my clit. I begin to pulse and I know I'll climax soon. "I'm gonna come."
Peeta's thrusts speed up and suddenly I burst, my walls clenching around his length.
"PEETA!" I cry, and with two deep thrusts, Peeta moans my name and collapses on top of my body. He lets go of my hands and wraps his arms around me, holding me to him, and turns so we are on our sides; never pulling out of me.
He lifts one hand from around me and brushes back my hair. He looks into my eyes, with the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face. He kisses me once, twice, three times on the lips.
After ten minutes of light kissing, Peeta finally pulls out of me; I wince slightly at the unfamiliarity, and watch as his come pours out and onto my thighs and white bed sheet.
"God, that's sexy," he moans. "I'm getting hard again." He chuckles and kisses me again, then stills.
"Oh my God, Katniss. I got caught up in the moment, an-and I didn't put anything on, I—"
"Don't worry, Peeta. I'm on the pill. Relax." I cut him off, kissing his creased forehead and rubbing his back with my left hand. The tension leaves his body and he smiles, placing a wet kiss on my cheek.
"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever," Peeta say, cupping my face with his right hand.
"Me too," I whisper. Then I lean down and place a soft kiss on his chest, over his heart.
Waking up to a completely naked Peeta is the most glorious sight in this world. He's lying on his stomach, the sheets pulled down to reveal his right ass cheek. God, he's sexy. I smile and continue to stare at him. God, he was inside me last night. And it was amazing.
I move across the bed and begin to rub my left hand up and down his back. Peeta stirs, beginning to wake up, and turns his face to me.
"Man. I've got the sexiest girlfriend in the world," he says, smiling and crinkling his nose. I lean in and kiss him, my tongue tracing his bottom lip. He moans and slips his tongue into my mouth; he moves his hand to my lower back and pulls me to him until our bodies our pressed together. His erection pokes my stomach, and I chuckle.
"Again?" I ask, laughing at him.
"Oh yes, Miss Everdeen. Again and again." He flips me so he's on top and rubs my nipples with his thumbs. I'm instantly wet and I can't wait any longer. I grab at Peeta's bare cheeks and pull him into me.
He closes his eyes and lets out a deep, loud groan. He rocks into me again, hissing into my ear. Peeta and I quietly moan together as he deliberately plunges into me over and over again. My hips move to meet his thrusts and Peeta pinches my nipples. Unexpectedly, I climax, clenching around him, and Peeta kisses me deeply, quieting my moan so Prim doesn't hear us.
After I finish, Peeta shifts his weight slightly, and I begin to build again. Twice? Is that even possible? Peeta's thrusts begin to quicken and I keep building.
"Come for me, Katniss," Peeta demands into my ear with a moan. And I do what he says, finishing in sync with Peeta. The room fades around me, and all I see his Peeta, smiling and staring into my eyes, his forehead presses against mine.
My heart swells with the look he's giving me, and I know I'm a goner.