Coffee and Classics
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
Peeta hasn't changed since he's said those three words, and he doesn't act like it's necessary for me to repeat them back to him. He tells me he loves me when we're cooking dinner or before we go to bed; he just seems to want me to know.
Wednesday, a little over a week later, Peeta decides that we need to spend the night together—without Prim a door away. It's been hard to try to fully be "together" with Prim across the hall, so we haven't had sex since those first two times. And I'm extremely stoked.
"Prim, Johanna is going to stay over tonight so you have someone here while I'm at Peeta's," I tell her at breakfast. She looks up from her cereal, glaring at me.
"Katniss, seriously? I'm fifteen, not seven."
"I know your age, Prim. But you're still on ice from your party—and Rory. So don't fight me on this. You know how Johanna is, so you won't even feel like she's 'babysitting' you or anything. You'll just order pizza and watch movies or something." Prim doesn't argue anymore but she's obviously not too keen on the idea.
A knock on the door sounds, and I get up off the couch, setting my Milton textbook on the coffee table. Swinging open the door, I find a very relaxed Finnick. He looks perfectly put together, as always, and wears a green button-up that make his eyes pop and dark blue jeans.
"What are you doing here Finnick?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him my signature scowl.
"Johanna texted me and told me you needed someone to watch over Prim. She's got a sexy night in with your best friend, Gale, right? And she doesn't want to cancel that. It's going to be fuck city!" He laughs and pushes past me into my apartment. Finnick met Johanna when I brought her to the bookstore one day after class a few months ago. Of course, they hooked up, but they were able to stay friends afterward. Finnick actually said that because he liked her so much as a person, he didn't want to fuck that up with more great sex. I really don't understand him.
Johanna and Gale are a different story. They have been hooking up ever since that drunken night at my apartment a few weeks ago, but I don't know if it's serious. It's not like any of us actually talk about our feelings. I've just heard countless tales of their sexcapades, no matter how much I beg for them to stop talking to me.
"Fuck, Finnick. Don't screw this up. I'm leaving mine and Peeta's cell numbers, just in case you forget them, and my uncle Haymitch's too. Call me if anything happens. Don't leave the apartment. Not even for food; order in. And I repeat, don't fuck up." I poke my finger into his broad chest to get my point across. He lifts his hands in front of him in a surrender, then places his hands on my shoulder, the cocky façade fading from his face.
"Kat, I won't do anything bad. I swear. Prim will be safe with me. You know how I love the kid." His face returns to normal. "Now go get some!"
He slaps me on the ass, and I punch him as hard as I can in the arm. He shouts in pain and glares at me, but after a few seconds his face morphs into a big smile. I continue to glare at him.
"Oh relax Katniss, and get out of here." He picks up my jacket and throws it behind me, and into the arms of Peeta Mellark, just as he walks though the open door. He's startled, but catches it gracefully, and moves over to us.
"Hey Finnick, what's up?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he places a hand on my lower back.
"Long story." I say, still glaring. "Let's go." I turn and grab his hand, moving towards the door.
I yel over my shoulder on the way out, "Call me if anything happens. And if anything happens, I will chop your junk off." I hear him chuckle as I shut the door.
Peeta and I walk down to his truck, parked illegally on the sidewalk. He opens the door for me and pushes me in carefully, then crosses around and into his door on the other side. When we are both buckled up, he looks over to me.
"I love you." He says simply, and starts the car, a smile on his face. It's a relatively short drive to his apartment, so it seems that barely any time has passed when he pulls into his parking spot.
As soon as we open the door, Peeta lifts me up and runs to his bed on the other side of the apartment. However, he doesn't rip my clothes off like I thought he would. He gently lays me down in the middle of his bed and stands up. He slowly pulls his grey t-shirt up over his head, and then unbuttons his jeans and slowly pulls them down to the floor; I am mesmerized—watching as his muscles ripple with every movement. When he's done, he slowly inches onto the bed and lies down on his side next to me.
"I want to do this nice and slow; we kind of rushed last time. I want to make love to you." He leans down and slowly presses wet kisses on my neck as he begins to unbutton my top. Prim made me wear a deep purple button up short-sleeved shirt, and I'm now I'm glad I did. When he's finished with my shirt, he easily transitions to unbutton my jeans and slowly unzips them. He sits up, and pulls my pants off and then slips off my shirt as well and places them on the floor.
When I'm in only my white bra and boy shorts Peeta moves between my legs and kiss me deeply. His left hand curls around the back of my neck and his right hand settles on my left hip. I lift my arms around his shoulders and slide my fingers into his disheveled blonde locks. His tongue wraps around mine soft and slow and I moan. He is pouring all of his feelings into this kiss and I feel as if I'm going to burst. He moves his lips to my neck.
"I love you," he whispers into my ear. He pulls away from my neck and looks into my grey eyes. His indigo eyes are shining and glassy. "More than I ever thought possible," he whispers, his face morphing into the biggest smile I've ever seen. I give him a shy smile and he leans down to kiss me again, hot and furious. My skins burns as his hands move behind me, unhooking my bra and pulling it off. He pulls off his boxer briefs and my underwear in the next fifteen seconds and then begins to trail kisses down my body. He briefly licks my nipples but continues down until his face is in the junction of my thighs. He dips his tongue into me and I moan, my back arching.
He continues sucking and licking and I feel myself build. When I'm close, Peeta stops and kisses back up my body.
"I want you to finish when I'm inside you," he whispers, explaining and positioning himself at my entrance. And slowly he enters me. He feels even better than last time, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, trying to be as close to him as humanly possible.
I finish twice from his slow and methodical thrusts and forty five minutes have passed before Peeta begins to quiver. With one final deep thrust, Peeta calls my name and finishes, pouring into me and setting me off again.
I never thought that I could feel this content in my lifetime. Peeta and I pant together as he glides his fingertips over every inch of my body and I feel like fire is burning me from within. He is my dandelion in the spring, my hope that life can be good again, after everything that's happened to me. To us.
"Never leave me, please?" he pleads, looking into my eyes again. I nod and he smiles, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
When I wake up, I look around to see that it's still pitch black. Peeta's naked body is next to me, lying on his front with his left hand splayed out on my bare ass. I lift my head, confused, and realize that I was woken up by Peeta's phone. I reach across to Peeta's nightstand and answer it.
"Peeta's phone." I say, half asleep.
"Fuck, Katniss. I called your phone like a hundred times, but you never answered, Bitch!" Johanna screams into my ear.
"What do you want Johanna? You know Peeta and I are having our night in."
"It's Gale." My ears perk up, and I'm suddenly wide awake. "He's completely fucked up and he says he is going over to Madge's. I need you to help intercept him. He won't listen to me. But he will listen to you; you're his best friend."
Damn it, Gale! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I groan into the phone, pissed off and worried Gale will do some irreparable damage.
"Where are you guys?" I ask into the phone, shoving Peeta's side to wake him up. He groans and looks at me; his hair is sticking straight up and his face has the impression of his watch on his cheek. I try not to laugh at his expression but fail epically.
"Quit laughing! Peeta's dick shouldn't make you laugh when he pumps into you, it should make you moan."
"Shut the fuck up, Johanna! Don't be so vulgar. Now where are you?!" I yell into the phone; Peeta's eyebrows quirk up.
"Okay, Jesus, relax. We're at his apartment, but I don't know how long I can keep him here, so hurry. Fuck!" I hear a sound on the other end that sounds like glass breaking and I leap out of the bed. "Just get here soon!" The line goes dead. I glance down at Peeta, still on the bed and toss him back his phone.
"God my girlfriend is sexy," he says. I remember that I'm naked and instantly move my hands to cover my chest. Peeta jumps out of bed and pulls my hands away from me. "Don't cover up Katniss. You're beautiful." He kisses me on the mouth, and deepens it suddenly, his hands slowly moving down my back and cupping my bare ass; he pulls me against him and I feel his growing erection on my stomach. But I pull away.
"Peeta we have to go to Gale's. He's flipping shit and throwing stuff I think, considering the sounds I heard on the other end of the line. He's about to go over to Madge's and fuck everything up."
He nods, obviously not happy that we aren't jumping back bed, but walks to his closet and begins to put on new clothes. He groans and I look over to him; he's trying to put jeans on over his erection. I laugh at his expression and he turns to me, glaring slightly. I just laugh louder. His glare fades and he smirks before abandoning his jeans and going for some athletic shorts instead. I'm about to put on my old shirt when Peeta speaks.
"No, don't put that on," he says, walking back to me. He takes by hand and leads me back to his closet. I look in his closet for the first time and see a it's full of shirts on hangers as well as a small dresser. He opens the top drawer and looks at me. "I got you some clothes to have here. Just in case we make a habit of you staying over. And I'd really like to make a habit of what happened last night." He winks a little, but his eyes are bleeding truth. I'm stunned. I can't believe he did this for me. It's amazing.
"Thank you, Peeta." I look down at the drawer and grab a blue t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. I look up at him and stand on my toes—Peeta leans down and meets me half-way, pressing his soft lips against mine.
I quickly throw my clothes on, which fit perfectly, and turn to him. "Let's get going, baby." He gives me a big smile and nods, grabbing my hand and walking towards his door.
As soon as we throw open Gale's front door, a vase smashes on the wall next to it. Peeta moves in front of me, blocking me from the shards of glass that bounce off the wall; one slices she cheek, but he doesn't seem fazed, he just looks up and down my body, checking for cuts.
"About fucking time!" Johanna yells, coming out of nowhere. "Gale has lost his fucking mind!"
Peeta swabs his cheek and looks at the blood on his hand. "That's fucking obvious. What the hell happened with Madge that set him off?"
"I don't know! He won't tell me. He just keeps throwing shit and threatening to go over there." She runs a hand through her black hair, exasperated.
"I'll go talk to him. You guys, just relax. And watch out for flying objects," I say as I move towards his bedroom, but Peeta grabs my arm.
"There's no way in Hell I'm letting you go in there alone. Not when glass is flying around. I won't let you get hurt." I pull my arm out of his, and place my hand on his cheek.
"Peeta, looking at the floor, it looks like Gale threw all the glass he has in his apartment already. He mainly has plastic thrift store dishes. And that's his only vase," I say, pointing at ground next to the door. "I'll be fine. Seriously. And if not, you can beat the shit out of him." I smile, and pull his face down to mine, placing a kiss on his nose.
"Don't be gross," Johanna says, scoffing at my actions. But Peeta doesn't smile.
"Katniss, I don't like this."
"I know you don't, but you gotta trust me." I place another kiss on his nose, and then move down to kiss his delicious, red lips. I can't help myself from running my tongue along his bottom li, and he moans, his worry melting as he wraps his arms around me and pulls my body against his. A loud crash from Gale's room causes us to separate.
"Showtime, baby." I smirk at him. The corner of his mouth quirks up, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes.
I turn away from the two of them and gently move to Gale's room. I peek open the door and see him leaning against the wall, his head hanging in his lap, his hands pulling at his brown hair. I fully open the door, move in, and close it behind me; then walk over and sit across from him on the wooden floor.
"Hey, Gale…what's going on buddy?" I ask, placing my hand on his knee. He looks up at me, his eyes red and glassy from crying or screaming, I'm not quite sure. Probably both.
"Madge. Her dickhead fiancé called me and told me that she's pregnant. And that's why they're getting married. He knocked her up, Katniss! Now I really don't have a chance! I can't even plan his death or wait for them to divorce. She's going to have a fucking kid with him!" He screams into his room, loud and gutturally, then stands up and punches the wall as hard as he can. His hand breaks through the plaster, and I hear him cry in pain. I run over to him, placing my hand on his left shoulder as he slowly removes his right hand from the wall; it leaves an almost perfect circle in the plaster. I look down at his hand and his wrist is obviously broken, bent at a weird angle and Gale holds it still, his face etched in pain.
"PEETA!" I yell, and three seconds later he barges through the door, panic on his perfect face. He looks at us, confused. I guess he was expecting Gale to be beating me or something. "Gale broke his wrist; we need to get him to the emergency room." Peeta stiffly nods and walks over to us; he places a hand on my lower back and looks at Gale's arm. He cringes a bit, obviously noticing the awkward angle of his wrist, and puts his other hand on Gale's shoulder.
"Let's go man." He begins to push Gale towards the door and Gale obliges, completely silent. Gale has the uncanny ability to be yelling one second and stoically silent the next. He's obviously in stoic silent mode.
All three of us walk into the living room and find Johanna sweeping up the broken glass placed around the room. She looks up and meets Gale's eyes.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I kinda freaked out there. Don't clean up, I'll do it later," Gale says to Johanna. I'm silently taken aback. He's started calling her babe? Maybe this is more serious than I thought. Well, except for the fact that he's kinda in love with someone else. Johanna smiles and moves towards him, slapping his ass. He smiles a little at her.
"It's all good, sexy. I can't tell you how many glasses I've smashed in fits of rage. Or passion." She winks at him and licks her lips. He breaks into a full smile. I roll my eyes.
"Okay, that's enough. It's time to go to the hospital and end the foreplay." I say, pushing Gale towards the front door. Johanna smiles again and joins us as we all leave the apartment.
All four of us pile in Peeta's truck—suck in like sardines. We are all groaning, particularly Gale.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have punched a wall. Fucking moron," I growl. Peeta tries to hold back his chuckle, but doesn't really succeed.
"You should have gotten here before all the glass was broken and maybe he wouldn't have punched the wall," Johanna says to me, menacing, and a little teasing. "But no, you had to have Peeta's dick buried six inches into your waxed pus—"
"HEY!" Peeta yells. We all shut up. "That's fucking enough. We were not having sex, Johanna, we were sleeping, considering it's four-in-the-fucking-morning. Jesus." He lifts his hand to rub his scar, obviously frustrated, then puts it back on the wheel. The car is eerily silent. Peeta isn't one that yells, and everyone is kind of in shock.
"Plus," he adds, "I'm way longer than six inches." He smirks and quickly looks over at our still stunned faces before looking back at the road; his smirk never fading. Gale's deep laugh breaks the silence, and he moves his left arm across my front to Peeta; they bump fists. Johanna laughs too, and I smirk, a chuckle escaping my throat. Peeta quickly smiles at me, and turns his eyes back to the road.
"That was pretty funny, Blondie." Johanna admits, shaking her black hair.
"I'm known for my wit and hilarity." He shrugs and chuckles. "But seriously, if you talk about Katniss's lady business one more time, I will have to take revenge. And I have two older brothers, so my revenge is not pretty." He looks at Johanna with a smile on his face, but his eyes are completely serious. She shrugs and nods, and turns her face back to the road. We all sit in silence until we finally reach the hospital.
"Thanks for defending my honor," I say after we are out of the car and walking toward the emergency room. "Though it really wasn't necessary." He turns his head and looks down at me, his blue eyes flashing with some emotion I can't place.
"I didn't like the way she spoke about you, Katniss. You might not mind, but I do. When she says shit like that about you, I feel like she's attacking a part of me. I love you, and you feel like my second half." He places his arm around my shoulders and pulls me towards him, kissing the top of my head. My stomach flutters at his words, and I guess I understand what he's talking about. When she said that thing to me on the phone, I almost bit her head off too. I wrap my arm around his lower back and place my other hand on his chest.
"I guess I understand. I'm just not used to people standing up for me; I normally stand up for myself."
He stops right before we enter the building, turning towards me. "I know, baby. But now you don't have to be strong all the time. You have me to help you." He slowly moves his hand until it cups the back on my neck, and tilts my face up to his; he leans down place a light kiss on my open lips, interlocking them. I lean into his kiss, trying to make it last as long as humanly possible.
"Hey love birds, knock that shit out. We've got to get Gale patched up and drunk before 9:00 a.m." Johanna calls as she and Gale walk past us and into the building. We part, and Peeta takes my hand, smiling, as we turn and follow them in.
"HOLY FUCK!"
Gale's scream echoes in the cramped room as the doctor swiftly sets his wrist. We were right in our assessment—Gale's wrist is broken in two different places. The doctor gave him some drugs, but not nearly enough to do any good. Gale cringes as the doctor begins to put on his cast—he chose black.
"Like my soul," he said when the doctor asked him what color he wanted. We all chuckled, but I could tell he was being completely serious.
By 6:00 a.m., we are finally able to leave the hospital. Gale is ready to get drunk to numb his pain, Johanna is ready to join him, and Peeta and I are about to pass out. We eventually drop off Johanna and Gale at his apartment, but not soon enough, for they begin to make out in the truck when we're still ten minutes away. I practically shove them out of the truck, and they just laugh, walking up to his apartment with their hands in each other's back pockets.
"Do you wanna go back to my apartment or to yours?" Peeta asks as he pulls back onto the road. I stay nuzzled up to him instead of moving down the seat.
"Yours," I say, yawning. My eyes begin to sleepily droop; Peeta chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulders. Eventually we reach the apartment, and Peeta has two drag me up the two flights of stairs. When he unlocks and opens the door we both walk directly to the bed and I flop down on it, still completely clothed. Peeta undresses me as my eyes begin to close, and then pulls the covers over me when I'm only in my bra and underwear. He quickly shuffles out of his clothes and walks around to the other side of the bed, slipping in and curling up against my body so he's the bigger spoon. He takes a deep breath and exhales into my braid.
"I love you, Katniss," he whispers softly, and we fall asleep in each other's arms.