Coffee and Classics
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CHAPTER TWENTY:
"Johanna!" I hear a voice whisper angerily, while I wake up. "Way to cock block me last night."
I realize that it's Peeta and I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep so I can hear Johanna's response.
"Don't be a pussy, Peeta. You can live without sex for one night." She pauses. "Actually, it sucks not having sex every day, so sorry bro." She finishes her thought sarcastic and unenthusiastically.
"Payback is bitch, Johanna. Just remember that." Johanna scoffs at this threat and begins to softly chuckle. I decide it's time for me to wake up. I shift on the bed and slowly open my eyes.
Peeta glances to my face, a scowl on his; when he realizes I'm awake it transforms into a huge smile.
"Morning, baby," Peeta says; he leans down and glides his lips across mine. My pulse quickens at the action, and I press my lips to his, not wanting to get excited with Johanna an inch away. It's quick and tender and I pull away.
"You too." I gaze into his eyes, noticing that no matter his mood, they're always bright in the morning—like ocean water. Then turn to Johanna. "And why exactly did you decide to join us last night?" I ask her, glaring slightly.
"I was hoping Peeta would be up for a threesome." She grins wickedly.
"Gross," Peeta and I say at the same time. I turn back to him and smile. He returns it, and leans down again; this time when our lips touch, I can't help but deepen it—placing my left hand on his cheek. Peeta responds immediately, wrapping his right arm around my side until it joins his other arm on my back.
"Hello, I'm right fucking here. You guys know I was joking last night when I said I wanted to watch you guys have sex, right?" Johanna's shrill voice breaks through the reverie of the kiss.
"Leave, please," Peeta groans against my mouth. Johanna gets up, spouting out a few curse words at us and leaves, slamming the door behind her.
Peeta's kiss is soft but heated as our tongues fuse together. He moves his hand up my side, his fingers causing goose bumps to form on my skin as he it slips under my shirt. When he reaches my right breast, he moans as his fingers begin to slowly fondle it over my bra.
"Peeta, we should probably stop," I whisper as my lips move to his neck. I begin to suck and nibble on the skin there as Peeta continues to touch me, his breathing faintly accelerated. "We have a billion people in the other room." Peeta nods, and reluctantly withdraws his hand from under my shirt. I feel the evidence of how much he doesn't want to stop on my thigh, and hold back a smile.
He moves his hand to my face and cups my cheek, whispering against my lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I kiss him lightly on his nose, smiling. Suddenly, his face turns serious.
"Katniss, I think we should move in together." I freeze, but before I panic, I take a deep breath.
"Peeta, that's a big step," I exhale, looking up to his face. His eyebrows unfurrow, and he's obviously pleased and surprised that I didn't flip shit like he probably expected me to.
"I know it is, but baby, we practically live together already. I stay over here every night, and I spend most of my free time here as well. And, when we don't stay here, we stay at my studio. I mean, Katniss, besides our three day fuck-up, we've spent every night together for ten weeks." His thumb drags lovingly across my cheek, reassuring me.
I shrug, understanding him. But I'm afraid to agree. Could I really live with Peeta? Am I ready? Is it too soon? What about Prim? Would she even want Peeta to live with us?
"And, of course, we'll talk to Prim," he says, reading my mind. Then he pauses. "And, I think we should find a new place, if you say yes. A place that could be ours; if we lived here it would be yours and Prim's place, and then mine. I'd love to have a place that we could have together."
I continue to focus on my breathing, trying not to panic. However, I can't help but notice the flip in my stomach. Ours. I like the sound of that.
"And yeah, I know we've only been dating for two and a half months, but when it's right, there's no fucking sense in waiting for the inevitable. And Katniss, this is right. We are supposed to be together."
Before I can respond, the door is thrown open, revealing a bored Gale leaning against the doorframe.
"Hey sex monkeys. We are gonna get some greasy food to help the hangover," he says, smiling. "So, Peeta, hurry up and come and don't give a fuck if Katniss doesn't finish."
A smug smile takes over his face until a pillow hits it. He makes and "oof" sound, then chuckles slightly and staggers back a foot by the force and surprise of the blow. Peeta glares at Gale, obviously pissed he didn't have something harder to throw than a pillow. I place my hand on his chest, subtly calming him.
"Get the fuck out, Gale," I state, annoyed. "We'll be out in five minutes." Gale shrugs and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
"Sometimes I fucking hate that guy," Peeta sneers, but his face wears a subtle smile.
I laugh. "Me too." Peeta laughs too and makes a move to get out of bed, but I grab his arm—stopping him. I make a spur of the moment decision. Peeta is right; when it's right, you should just go for it. And I know that I'm afraid of the future, but I'm pretty fucking positive that I want Peeta to be in mine.
"Let's talk to Prim." His confused eyes change instantly into a look so loving it causes my heart to pound in my ears. A large smile takes over his face and he leans down to kiss me again, smiling and laughing against my mouth. When we break away, Peeta's eyes suddenly darken, and he grins mischievously. He shifts between my legs and then slowly begins to move down my body. My breath hitches when I realize what he's gonna do; he slides off my boy shorts and spreads my legs, positioning his head between them.
"We're going to be a little longer than five minutes." And then he leans down, and my back arches when his soft lips meet my center.
"God, Peeta, you were right about the noises," Finnick says when we emerge ten minutes later, dressed and ready to go to lunch/breakfast/brunch/whatever-the-fuck. "I practically got hard listening to her moans."
My eyes widen and Peeta punches Finnick in the arm.
"Too soon. No sex jokes about Katniss for two weeks, Finn. Or I'll punch you in the dick again." Peeta glares, pointing a finger at him. Peeta can be slightly terrifying when he's angry, not gonna lie. But with his disheveled hair and perfect jaw, he looks sexy as hell.
Finnick rubs his arm with his other hand and nods, nervous. "Got it. Two weeks."
Everyone chuckles at the exchange, and together we head to the restaurant. We walk to a tiny fifties diner a few blocks away from my apartment, laughing and cracking jokes. Delly and Thresh seem to be attached at the hip—holding hands, playfully punching and lingering glances. Gale and Johanna walk with Gale's hand in her back pocket, obviously grabbing her ass; every once and a while Johanna tilts her head up to be assaulted by Gale's tongue. It's pretty gross actually, and I try to avoid looking at them while they walk ahead of Peeta and I. Finnick and Annie walk just behind Johanna and Gale; Finn has been trying to make moves on her but she just scoffs and shakes off his hand wherever he tries to put it—her shoulder, hair, hand or back. I love watching that. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than watching Finn be rejected. And Peeta and I take up the rear; he settles his arm firmly around my waist, his fingertips slipping under my jeans and resting on my hipbone.
By the time we reach the restaurant, Thresh and Delly are making out, Johanna and Gale are practically dry humping, and Finnick and Annie are yelling. Peeta tries to get everyone to settle down, talking in the calming voice he has, all sexy and concerned, and eventually everyone is laughing. Then a voice calls out over all of us.
"Hi, Gale." We all look at the source. A pretty girl with curly, dirty blonde hair and red cheeks looks down as us where we sit—but her eyes are on Gale. She smiles a perfect set of teeth and pulls at her cream colored cardigan.
"Madge," Gale exhales. I look across the booth to see his face; his eyes are bright and glassy, his lips forming into a smile. He looks astonished and thrilled. I glance to Johanna next to him, and see her face fall. I glare at Gale, hoping he glances at me, and takes the hint to stop looking at Madge like that. He doesn't.
"How are you?" she asks lovingly, moving her right hand onto his left shoulder. The movement causes her cardigan to ride up, and I finally notice her stomach. Wow. She is definitely pregnant. She has a sizable baby bump and she's got to be at least five months along, if not more. Gale notices it too, and his smile falters. Finally, he looks at Johanna and notices the pain she tries to cover up.
"I'm fine," he says, his tone no longer dazed. "This is my girlfriend, Johanna." He motions his hand to Jo, and then wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her closer to him. He smiles down at her, and a small smile forms on her face.
Madge's smile falters too, but she tries to recover. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Madge." She removes the hand on Gale's shoulder and places it in front of Jo. She takes it and gives it a curt shake, mumbling out an insincere "you too."
Then Madge realizes I'm here. "Oh hi, Katniss!" She leans down and wraps her arms around my body. I return the hug reluctantly while Johanna shoots draggers at me with her eyes. I give her a look like "what the fuck can I do?"
"Um, Gale, can I talk to you for a bit?" Madge asks him when she pulls away from me. He looks a Jo, and she gives him a shrug of her shoulders. He gets up and together, Madge and Gale walk out the door and until they are standing in front of the window by our booth.
"Uh, who the fuck was that?" Finnick asks as we watch the two of them. I explain.
"Gale's ex-girlfriend. They dated all throughout high school and a while after. They broke up about a year ago, and she called him recently to say that she was getting married." I pause to take a drink from the glass of water the waitress just brought. "And then a few days later, her fiancé called and told Gale she was pregnant." Everyone but Johanna and Peeta look at me, their faces in shock, and then turn back to the window.
Suddenly, the discussion outside seems to get heated. Madge's mouth moves rapidly and Gale begins to run his hands through his hair. Then he shouts something, and his hands clench at his sides. She yells back, flinging her hands in his direction. Then he stills—shocked. They are both silent for a moment, and then she places her hand on his bicep. He hangs his head, his lips moving quickly. She nods, and moves past him, leaving. I furrow my eyebrows. What the hell just happened?
Gale walks in, his face full of so much emotion that I can't even begin to process what it means. He stands at the end of the table—refusing to sit down. Then he takes a deep breath.
"Well. It looks like I'm going to be a father."