Coffee and Classics
Hey guys! I'm glad everyone was satisfied with the last chapter. I didn't want to prolong their separation because it just didn't feel natural. This is a fun chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it!
I do not own The Hunger Games.
CHAPTER NINETEEN:
"You know what Finnick said?" I ask Peeta as I trickle my fingers along each of his ribs. His body tenses slightly.
"'I'm a dickhead who should never touch Katniss again or Peeta will kick my ass'"? His tone is menacing, yet joking. He begins to unbraid my hair and runs his fingers through it as if they were a brush.
"Ha ha, very funny," I say, my voice dripping sarcasm. Peeta barks out a laugh and kisses the top of my head, still running his fingers through my hair. "No, he pointed out that we've never seen you drunk." I look up into his face from my place on his chest. His eyebrows furrow.
"Yeah, I guess you haven't. I don't really get drunk that often, or shitfaced anyway."
"That's because your face is so damn beautiful." I mock, smiling at him.
"Ha ha, very funny," he says sarcastically, repeating my words. I laugh too, and move my head slightly to place a kiss on the bottom of his square jaw.
"Well, let's have a party! We'll invite everyone over; Johanna, Gale, Finnick…" I pause. "Yeah, that's all my friends. Maybe you could invite over some of yours, if you want. Thresh, maybe? And we'll play drinking games and have fun!"
"Why?" He asks, not in a mean way, but just curiously.
"I just think we need a fun time, after everything that just happened. And I really want to see what you're like when you're drunk." I smirk, and begin to plant small kisses along his jaw. He smiles adorably and pulls me closer to him.
"Okay. Let's do it. And sure, I'll invite Thresh. And my friend Annie—you'll like both of them. Also, you need to find a place where Prim can stay. And not at Delly's; I think you should invite her over too." Peeta moves his hand from my hair and my lower back. I frown.
"Delly? But she's so…happy."
Peeta laughs boisterously, and pulls me so my body is on top of his. He smiles down at me and sets both of his hands on my hips. I cross my arms and place them on his chest—setting my chin on my forearms.
"Yes, she is. But, just do it anyway. We'll have fun." He smiles at me and crinkles his nose. "Plus, you have to admit, it will be funny to watch her interact with Johanna." We both laugh, and I shrug.
"Fine, Delly too."
We spent the next hour making phone calls to everyone. Johanna yelled and cursed in excitement, Gale said laughed and he would come, Finnick screamed "PARTAY" loudly in my ear; and apparently Thresh and Annie were excited as well. I walked across the hall to invite Delly, and she gave me a big hug while she went on and on about how happy she was to be invited. And Prim called Rue to stay at her house. After we finished, Peeta and I reluctantly separated for the first time since yesterday at Coffee and Classics; he went to the liquor store to buy copious amounts of alcohol and I walked to the store to grab snacks. Peeta wanted to make cake and fondue, but I told him that it was a waste of time, considering half of us would probably just throw it up anyway.
When a loud knock interrupts Peeta and I as we make out on the couch, we glance at the clock and see that it's seven, and the party is beginning. We bounce up and head to the door, holding hands.
"My bitches!" Johanna yells as we wrench open the door. She gives me a quick hug then moves over to Peeta. Before I can even react, she licks up his jaw with the tip of her tongue. Peeta looks dumbfounded and she just laughs. "Sorry sexy, I just had to have a taste." She pats her hand against his cheek and I shove her away from him, jealously ripping through me.
"Johanna! That was too much," I glare at her, wiping Peeta's cheek with my hand—removing the saliva. "Only I get to put my spit on him!" I frown, realizing how stupid sounded and she laughs at me. Peeta laughs too, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling to his side.
"Yes, ma'am!" Johanna salutes to me, and moves into the living room.
Before I can even shut the door, Gale and Finnick walk through the threshold. Gale gives me a high five and crosses the apartment to Johanna. He leans down and they begin to make out furiously against the window. "Don't break that shit!" I yell at them, but they don't pay attention.
I cringe, moving my gaze from the two of them and look at Finnick instead. He's watching Peeta, and he looks a little nervous. He takes a deep breath and walks over to him until they are a foot apart.
"Peeta. I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. And any pain that I caused you." Peeta nods, and holds out his hand. A big smile takes over Finnick's face as he grabs Peeta's hand and shakes it vigorously.
"Just don't do it again," Peeta says, his voice dripping venom.
"I won't. And to show how sorry I am, I'm going to let you punch me anywhere." Finnick takes a step back. "Except my face. It's my moneymaker." He quickly covers his face with his hands and waits for Peeta to make a move.
It's completely silent in the apartment, and I notice that even Johanna and Gale stop making out. I shrug my shoulders, knowing Peeta's not going to do anything, but before I move away from the two of them, Peeta's right arm moves.
Right into Finnick's crotch.
My jaw drops as I watch Finnick bend over and cup his hand over the front on his jeans—cursing incoherently. Peeta puts his hand on Finnick's shoulder consolingly, but he's wearing a smug smile on his face.
"Why the fuck would you punch me there?" Finnick moans loudly. "Cheap shot, bro."
"So was trying to cop a feel on my girlfriend. And now you'll remember to never to it again." Peeta gives him two big slaps on his right shoulder, and moves away. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen; I open the freezer, pull out an icepack and bring it to Finnick.
He takes it from my hand and moseys over to the couch, plopping down and spewing out a few more curse words. Gale and Johanna erupt in muffled laughter, covering their mouths with their hands.
A half an hour later, everyone has arrived and we are all pigging out on chips and salsa. Delly is happy as ever and bombarding Johanna with questions varying from childhood pets to her hopes and dreams. Johanna stares at her in horror, her jaw down to her knees. Thresh is tall and dark-skinned—his brown eyes are big and he wears a crooked smile all the time; he greets everyone with a big smile and kind words. And Annie is friendly girl with dark hair that cascades over her shoulders effortlessly and sparkling green eyes. I get slightly jealous just looking at her beauty, knowing that Peeta her are friends, but when I looked at him questioningly, he shook his head. I exhaled deeply. Thank god she's not one of the four. Or five now, I guess. Apparently she lives in his building, and Peeta brought her cookies one time when he made too many. Of course he did.
"Okay! Let's play truth or dare!" Johanna yells after we are all finished eating. We collectively groan, except Delly. She's giggling and bouncing up and down on her heels. "It will be fun! At anytime, you can refuse to do a dare or a truth, but you will have to do two shots for punishment! And after every round, we all do a shot." Johanna lifts up a bottle of vodka Peeta bought earlier, and waves it around. We all sigh and slowly move around until we form a crooked circle on the floor. Peeta places his hand on my knee and rubs his thumb on my kneecap reassuringly; I glance at him and smile, and he gladly returns it.
"I'll go first!" Delly says, waving her hand in the air. We all nod and she points to Annie. Grudgingly, Annie chooses dare.
"I dare you to kiss Finnick!" Delly giggles, covering her mouth. Annie glances at Finnick and he wiggles his eyebrows at her and licks his lips suggestively.
"Pass," she says, talking of two shots Johanna poured in the center of the circle and tossing them down the hatch. I look at her, impressed. No one has turned down Finnick, besides me, in the entire time I've known him. I look at Finnick next, and find him looking shocked, his eyebrows furrowed. Then he smiles, and places a hand on his chest, over his heart.
"I think I'm in love," he sighs, looking at Annie. We all erupt in laughter and I roll my eyes. Annie picks Gale—and he takes a truth.
"Who is your celebrity of choice, when you take care of yourself?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows. We all smile and look at Gale, waiting for him to answer.
"Megan Fox," he says, nodding and smirking. We all chuckle, and he leans across the circle, giving Thresh a high five. Boys. After the chat dies down, he looks at me and winks. Oh, fuck. "Peeta Mellark! Truth or dare?" I want to groan.
"Truth, I guess," he says, taking a sip of his beer. Gale smiles like the Cheshire cat.
"Oh, I was so hoping you'd say that. What is the biggest turn on Katniss does in bed?" He nods at me and I glare at him. Peeta looks over at me, trying to gauge my reaction, but I continue to glare at Gale, hoping Peeta doesn't see my blushing. No matter how embarrassing this question is, I don't want Peeta to give Finnick the satisfaction of forcing him to take a shot. So I give a subtle nod.
"Well, Katniss just being naked is the sexiest thing in this world." He glances at me and then back to Gale before he continues. "But when we're in bed, it's the noises she makes. She moans, she whispers into my ear, she pleads, she pants, she begs, she screams my name—it's so fucking hot."
He looks at me again and I look back at him; he sees my mouth open in shock, my face red in embarrassment, but his eyes—their dark and filled with lust.
The whole circle erupts in shouts and they begin to chatter amongst themselves, ignoring me for a moment. Peeta puts his arm on my lower back, the tips of his fingers slipping into my underwear. It's obviously that his words turned him on bit and I decide to help him a bit. And torture him as well. I bite my lip and tilt my mouth up to his ear.
"Oh, Peeta." I whisper moan into his ear. I pull away from him and look into his eyes. They burn; I cast my eyes down to his lap, and see the tightness in his jeans. I smile mischievously. He leans down and growls into my ear. Finally, I tear my eyes away from Peeta's arousal, and try to ease the sexual tension that makes me want to jump Peeta right now.
"Finnick! Truth or dare?" Peeta asks suddenly, his voice a little high, glancing at Finn in the circle. Everyone looks at Finnick and smiles.
"Dare, of course, Peeta."
"I dare you to kiss Gale. On the mouth. For five seconds." He says smiling, pointing his finger at Gale, sitting next to him. Finnick freezes, then narrows his eyes at Peeta. "Pay back is a bitch." Peeta shrugs. I think Finnick is about to take a shot, but a second later he grabs Gale's head and presses his lips against his. Gale tries to move away, but Finnick has a death grip on him, and soon enough the five seconds are over. Finnick lets go and looks at Peeta, smirking. The entire room erupts in laughs and cheers.
"There you go!" Finnick yells at Peeta, smiling, his lips red. Then he looks at me. "Katniss 'moaner' Everdeen! Truth or dare?" I lean across the circle and punch him in the arm for the nickname. He shouts in pain, and moves the almost unfrozen icepack from his crotch to his arm. But he continues to smile.
"Truth, Finnick," I say calmly. Peeta's fingers slip farther into my underwear and I try to refrain from clenching my thighs together.
"Okay. What is your favorite sexual position and why?" he asks, smiling. I redden, but I begin to feel Peeta's thumb move reassuringly on my lower back, and I relax a bit. Not much.
"That's two questions," I say, glaring.
"It counts as one," Johanna pipes up. I glare at her too, but she just smiles.
"Missionary," I mumble. "Because…I like Peeta in control; he knows exactly what to do and he feels good on top of me."
"Nice! Submissive!" Finnick yells when I finish, and leans over to give Peeta a high five. Peeta returns it and smiles broadly down at me, then moves his lips to my ear.
"I didn't know that, baby," he whispers lovingly.
"Well, now you do." I lean back, so I can see his face and kiss him lightly on the mouth.
"Boring!" Johanna yells. "Come on, Katniss. There are so many better positions. Standing from behind!" Jeez, she always talks about that.
The next few rounds go by with Thresh humping a wall, Delly giving Thresh a lap dance which she laughed the entire way through, Johanna licking Gale's toe and Annie giving a detailed account of her first time. However, we weren't drunk enough yet.
"Peeta! I want you to be plastered! Do five shots, right now!" Finnick screams into Peeta's ear. Finnick is the drunkest one of us all. The rest of us are all tipsy, but he is totally fucked up.
"Fine! But remember, when I'm barfing all over you, that you wanted me to get shitfaced." Quickly, Peeta downs five shots of whiskey while we all watch in amazement. I do two myself, and hold onto Peeta, giggling.
A few more shots later, and Finnick, Peeta and I are on the ground, laughing hysterically.
"Finnick, I've got to ask. You bang chicks left and right—did one of them ever give you something?" Peeta asks, laughing and slurring his words.
"Dude! No! I swear, the ladies that I pick up are high quality." He pauses and looks at me. "Hey. Do you think Annie would ever go on a date with me?"
"Yeah, right! Dude, she took two shots of vodka so she wouldn't have to kiss you. There's no way she would want your junk near her." I laugh and Peeta joins in, placing one of his hands on my back.
"My tongue is numb. Is anyone else's tongue numb?" Peeta asks, sticking his out of his mouth while he laughs. We all hoot, and I lift my finger to touch it. It feels all spongy and I giggle.
"Baby, you can't touch my tongue like that. It makes me want to bang you, right here, in front of everybody," he growls at me, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth like a dog.
"I'd watch that!" Johanna yells, plopping down next to me.
"Me too," Gale calls from across the room, where he's talking with Annie.
"So would I!" A voice squeals. We all look at Delly. She's flushed and running her hands up and down Thresh's broad chest. "From all the details we learned, it sounds sexy!" Wow! Delly is horny when she's drunk.
"Oh, it is." Peeta says, crawling closer to me, his eyes suddenly dark. He grabs my face and thrusts his numb tongue into my mouth sloppily. I can't help but laugh. Peeta's normally the best kisser, so loving and methodical—but drunk Peeta is a slob. Peeta laughs too, and stops kissing me, moving his head so it rests on my shoulder.
"Karaoke time!" Johanna screams, suddenly. I groan, but Peeta leaps up off the ground.
"That is the best idea I've ever heard!" he yells, clapping his hands, swaying on his feet.
And so karaoke ensues. Johanna belts out Madonna, grinding up on Finnick and Gale as she dances around the room. Delly squeaks out a Britney song, blushing profusely and staring down Thresh, practically undressing him with her eyes. Peeta goes last, singing loudly and out of key, jumping around and clapping with the beat. Finnick moves closer to me on the ground and laughs.
"It's awesome to see him get a little crazy," he whispers as we watch Peeta do a terrible cartwheel in front of the couch, practically crashing into the coffee table.
"Yeah. He needed a break from being so perfect and put together," I say smiling.
It's past 5:00 a.m. by the time we all start to get sleepy. Delly was the only one who got sick, but she bounced back up and joined us, laughing and smiling after she came back from the bathroom.
"Okay, I have only one rule: no having sex on my couch! And yes, I'm talking to you Johanna and Gale," I slur at them, pointing my finger accusatorily at Johanna. But I realize that I don't need to worry, for Gale has already passed out in the middle of the kitchen floor, holding a bottle of whiskey like a pillow. Annie curls up on the couch, and Finnick tries to join her but she pushes him off, so he lies on the wood floor next to it. Thresh and Delly are still making out under the coffee table.
Peeta sighs deeply and pulls me into my room. He shucks off his jeans and I kick off mine, and we crawl into bed, not bothering to remove any more clothes.
"I want to bang the beejeezus out of you," Peeta slurs as he collapses on top of me. I chuckle as he moves to take off his boxers, but the door swings open. Johanna walks in and pops down on my bed next to us, and proceeds to pass out. "Damn it, Johanna!" he swears into my neck. He rolls off me and pulls me so I'm tucked into his side. My eyes begin to droop almost instantly once I'm settled and Peeta's breathing evens out. I smile, loving the feeling of between the two of them as darkness takes over.