Coffee and Classics
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:
"I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!" Prim shrieks the minute we step into the apartment Peeta found. It's a few blocks from campus, in a newer complex. This particular apartment has a kitchen, a wide living area with a space in the corner for a dining room and two bedrooms; one bedroom is larger with a master bath, and then there's another separate bathroom.
"How about you, baby?" Peeta asks, moving towards me as I stand in the middle of the empty kitchen. The counters are black boards with white tops, and there is a huge chrome oven in the corner. Peeta would love cooking on that.
"I like it, I do. But do you think it's too fancy?" I ask, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. He chuckles and shakes his head at me, his dirty blonde hair flopping around.
"Let me show you something," he says, and takes my hand into his. He drags me towards the master bedroom, and closes the door behind us; then he pulls me into the bathroom and into the shower.
"What the hell are we doing in here?" I ask, glancing around at the large shower with white and blue tile from floor to ceiling.
Peeta points upwards and I glance up. "Two shower heads " he exhales, his voice husky. I look back to him and find his blue eyes bright with desire, and I feel myself clench. He licks his lips and pulls my face to his, his lips crashing into mine. I kiss him back with fervor, running my hands through his beautiful, blonde curls. After a few minutes, he moves his lips to my neck, causing shivers to break out across my skin. "You know how amazing it will be, don't you? Throwing you up against this wall and pounding into you every morning as we get ready for the day." He whispers against my skin, his hot breath caressing me.
"Oh, god," I moan, and move his lips back to mine. He glides his hands down my back and to my ass, slipping them into my back pockets and pulling me to him; his arousal grinding against my center. "Peeta we can't do this right now." I pant against his lips. Abruptly, he moves away, and lifts his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.
"Is it too fancy now?" he asks, his eyes shining mischievously. I glare at him, but it doesn't last long and I end up laughing instead.
"Can we get out of the shower now? I makes me want to jump you." I throw open the door and exit, then walk back into the bedroom. It's large, with three windows facing the open street, full of cars, and a big closet; it's amazing. It really is. And if I was one to scream in a girly manner, I probably would have done exactly what Prim did.
Peeta comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "I agree with Prim," he says against my neck.
"Me too."
A few days later, while Prim and I are packing our stuff, someone starts pounding on the door. I look over to Prim, wondering if she is expecting anyone, but she just shrugs at me.
Groaning, I get up off the floor in the living room and make my way to the door, where the person is still banging on it. God, what a dick. I fling the it open, ready to yell at the knocker, but Gale just rushes past me with a panicked look on my face.
"What the hell, Gale? Why do you look like someone just stole your hair gel?" I say, joking. He looks over at me and grimaces.
"Catnip, how many times have I told you not to make jokes? You're natural sarcasm is hilarious, but when you actually try, you sound like a fucking idiot." I glare him, but he just shrugs.
"Seriously, why are you here? You know we are packing." I lift my arms up and indicate the messy surroundings. Boxes are stacked precariously on top of each other, all over the room. We've packed almost everything except the living room and we are almost done with that. We are almost ready to move. To move in with Peeta. It still seems unreal.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. But I had to show you this." He walks over to me, reaching into his front pocket of his black jeans, then takes out a small piece of folded paper. He hands in to me, and I open it.
"Oh my God, is that—?"
"Yeah." he exhales. "It's my boy." The gray paper is the crumpled image of a sonogram. The small alien-like creature is spread out, and you can see his huge head and his tiny little fingers. My heart beats faster in my chest. Fuck. Kids.
"Wow. That's crazy. How much longer until it's out in the wild?" I ask after examining the picture in silence for over five minutes; I hand it back to him, trying to slow my pulse. I don't know why it's suddenly hot in here, but I feel like I'm about to die of heat stroke.
"Yeah, in about ten weeks or so. God, this fucking crazy, right?" I nod. I can't think of anything crazier. "But then again, you know all about crazy."
I look up at him, confused as hell. "What do you mean?" Gale looks down at me from our considerable height difference and smirks.
"You're moving in with Peeta. I mean, as much I like the guy, and as much as I love you, it's pretty fucking fast. You barely even know each other."
I clench my teeth. "I love him, Gale." I sneer, trying to keep my anger in check. "And I'm a big girl, and I can do whatever the hell I want. And he's good, too good for me, and we will be good together."
"I agree. It's just crazy. You, of all people beside me, I never thought would move in with someone before you were married. And I wasn't even sure if either of us would get married. Hell, I'm still not sure if I will. But you. You are going to. And it's crazy to think about."
I look at him quizzically. "Just because we're moving in, doesn't mean it's a marriage proposal."
Gale scoffs. "It's practically an engagement ring, Catnip."
"Shut up. No one asked for your opinion. I'm moving in with him, I love him, we're not engaged, end of story. Now get out, I've got to finish packing." I shove him towards the door, tired of his stupidness and doucheyness. He's trying to rain on my parade and I'm not going to let him.
"Fine, fine. I am happy for you, you know? I'm just being a dick, like always."
"Yeah, you are a dick."
He hits the door laughing, and I can't help but join him.
"Just go take care of your baby mama and your girlfriend," I say as he opens the door. He nods, suddenly somber, then exits out the front door, slamming it behind him.
"The last dinner in our apartment," Prim says as she picks at her Asian noodles with her chopsticks, her hand in the perfect formation. "It's kinda sad, huh? Like the end of an era."
I nod. "Yeah. It's a little weird." We're curled up on the couch, eating takeout from our favorite Chinese place. We've finally finished packing and wanted to celebrate our last night together.
"Is Peeta coming over later?" She asks, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her right ear. She looks so pretty.
"I'm not sure. He might want to stay at his place, I mean, it's his last night at his apartment as well."
A knock at the door sounds, and I get up off the couch to open it. Peeta stands there, wearing faded jeans and a sweatshirt, and looking utterly detectable.
"Hey, baby," he says, kissing my cheek as he walks past me and into the apartment.
"Hey, we were just wondering if you were going to stop by. We thought you might want to stay at our place one last time."
He shakes his head. "Nah. I wasn't too attached to that place. I'd rather hang out with you guys anyway." He grabs the carton out of my hand, smirking, and walks over to the couch, plopping down next to Prim. I watch the two of them as they begin to chat animatedly, elbowing each other playfully and smiling. It's a great thing to watch.
After a few minutes, I walk back to the couch and sit down on Peeta's lap, snuggling into his warm thighs and strong chest. He places the box back in my hands, and wraps his arms around me. Once I get a bite with the chopsticks, he opens his mouth, and I feed it to him. He smiles while he chews, then once he swallows, he leans forward and plants a small kiss on my smiling lips.
"God, could you guys keep it in your pants for like ten minutes?"
We both look at Prim, me glaring and Peeta laughing.
"Prim, that's enough. Gross. You're fifteen, remember?"
She laughs, and moves off the couch and into her room, waving goodbye. I hear her turn on her trashy, teeny-bopper music and I roll my eyes. When did she become such a perv?
"Is your bed still made?" Peeta asks, startling me out of my thoughts. I turn my eyes away from Prim's closed door and back to his face. I shake my head.
"No. I was just going to sleep on the couch. I didn't think you would be here…" I lift my hand and gently trace my finger along the edge of his beautiful face. He smiles at me, his eyes burning with lust. He leans down and kisses my cheek.
"I guess we're going to have to be quiet then," he whispers into my ear. I freeze. What the hell is he saying? Peeta throws me down on the couch lengthwise and crawls in between my thighs. He nibbles at my neck while slithers his hands between us and begins to unzip my pants; I grab his wrist.
"Peeta! We can't! Prim could walk in at any second."
"That's why we have to be quiet," he whispers, pulling my hand off his wrist. He unzips my shorts, and pulls them down to my knees, then pulls my underwear to the side and slips in a finger; I gasp at swiftness. "God, you're so ready for me." He kisses my neck and I hear him pull down his zipper. Suddenly, he withdraws his finger and grabs my left knee and hikes it up over is hip. And then he slams into me. I squeak at the fullness and Peeta claps his hand over my mouth.
"Quiet, remember baby?" He pants. His eyes are bright, and his whole body begins to shudder as he starts his achingly slow rhythm in and out of me. I moan against his hand and he pulls it away and replaces it with his mouth, his tongue sliding against mine and he slides into me. I grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, and he seeps out a soft moan, causing my lips to vibrate with pleasure.
"I love you," I whisper against his mouth; he separates our lips but keeps our sweaty foreheads pressed together.
"I love you, too." He peeks his tongue out of his mouth and licks the length of my upper lip. "Too much, I think," he pants.
I lift my hips to meet his and he lets out a groan. I smirk at him, and raise my right hand into his beautiful curls.
"Quiet, remember baby," I repeat his words earlier, chuckling slightly. He picks up his pace into a fast and hard rhythm and I sink my teeth in his shoulder to keep myself from crying out, as I build quickly.
"Finish baby, we need to do this quick." He groans, moving his face to kiss the spot behind my ear. It only takes a few more minutes at this pace before I climax, clenching around him and setting him off. Peeta comes quietly, panting into my mouth.
As soon as he pulls out I quick zip up his pants and then mine; I glance at the door, making sure Prim is still in her room, and exhale when I see that it's still closed. When I'm with Peeta, the whole world seems to fade, and I wouldn't have been surprised at all if Prim was standing behind the couch and eating popcorn while she watches the show.
He laughs at my antics and I try to glare, but my flushed excitement from our sexing prevents me from being too serious about it. I jump back on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
"That was seriously dirty, Peeta," I say, tilting my forehead against his. He smiles, his teeth an inch from mine and I can't help but lick them.
"Just wait for what I have planned at our new place."