Coffee and Classics
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TWENTY-SIX:
"So the bitch got home okay?" I sneer into the phone the next morning when Gale's call wakes me up. I flop back down on the pillows and Peeta immediately begins to snuggle with me, kissing my neck softly as he wakes up too.
"Yes. And your concern is heartwarming," Gale sneers back. I can almost see him rolls his eyes through the phone.
"Hey! She came into my home, cursed me out, rubbed a secret I told her in my face, and then slapped me. She doesn't get heartwarming Katniss."
"Does anyone?" His voice is back to normal—snarky and full of humor. I feel the corner of my mouth turn up.
"Not really."
He laughs loudly. "So Johanna and I are planning on going out to dinner tonight; you and Peeta down?"
I look at Peeta; he nods his head, still kissing my neck, obviously able to hear Gale. His right hand begins to move up my torso until it reaches my right breast. He begins to gently fondle it and I stifle my moan. I'm on the phone for Christ's sake! "Uh, yeah, we're down."
Peeta pinches my nipple and I arch my back. "Shower," he mumbles against my neck, and then licks up the length of it until he reaches my ear; he begins to nibble and suck on the lobe.
"Seven sound good to you guys? At Capitol?" Capitol is a funky restaurant downtown with excellent and exotic food from all over the world.
"Yeah, whatever, we'll meet you there. Hey, I've got to take a shower. I'll see you tonight."
"Shower's code for sex, isn't it?"
"Goodbye, Gale." I hang up the phone and abruptly crash my lips against Peeta's. He shifts onto his knees and tenderly lifts me up, one arm under my knees and one arm behind my back. He drags himself off the mattress, never moving his lips from mine, and soon enough he is running us into the bathroom.
He sets me down on the tile floor and leans into the shower—turning on the water and adjusting the temperature; then he turns to me. "Is your face feeling okay?" He asks, worry filling his tone. I nod my head.
His blue eyes seem to glitter as he begins to slowly and methodically disrobe me; he pulls his shirt off of me, then his boxers that I'm wearing and then steps away and looks at me in my mismatched underwear.
"You're so beautiful, Katniss. I'm the luckiest man on the planet." My heart thumps in my chest as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, then pulls the straps down my arms and discards it. He runs his hands down my breasts, until he reaches my underwear—then he pulls them down as well.
As soon as I step out of them, I reach over and pull down his already tented boxers. I let them drop to the floor, then grab his length and slowly stoke him.
"No, I think I'm the luckiest." I smirk. He pulls me into his arms and brings his lips crashing into mine. Fumbling and frenzied, we make our way into the shower, soaking ourselves in the hot water, letting our hands wander over each other's bodies. Peeta kisses me deeply as he reaches his arm out and grabs my shampoo from the ledge, then unfortunately, he pulls his lips from mine and squirts some of the pink substance into his open palm.
"Turn around," he pants. I turn away from him, facing the corner and slowly he begins to rub my head with his dexterous fingers. I sigh in comfort and fall back against his chest. When he satisfied, he takes me a few steps forward until I'm in the direct line of the cascading water and runs the soap out of my hair. He makes me feel so loved with each movement he makes—like he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.
When my hair rinses clean, I try to turn around again, but he stops me. "Put your hands flat against the wall in front of you." Startled by his forceful tone, I do what he says. His foot bumps into my right calf and he spreads my legs into a wider stance. Oh my god, is he going to…
"Peeta," I say, my nervousness obvious in my tone.
"Don't worry, we'll go slow. Deliciously slow," he mumbles against my hair. I clench deep. We've never done it from behind—I've always been able to look into his beautiful blue eyes. He bends me forwards slightly, pressing his hand against the middle of my back, and then suddenly, I feel him at my entrance.
And then slowly, he pushes himself into me. We groan together—loud—so loud Prim can probably hear us. Hell, the neighbors probably hear us. But I don't care. It's so marvelously deep this way. Peeta's hands cup my breasts, fondling the wet skin, and he slowly pulls out—and then pushes in again. His back and forth, frustratingly delectable rhythm is too slow and soon I find myself pushing back to meet his thrusts, trying to get him go harder—faster.
"Oh my god," I gasp, as he plunges himself into me to the hilt. "That feels so good. You feel so good."
"Fuck, I love feeling you ripple around me," he growls through clenched teeth, letting one of his hands move down my stomach—I jerk when he begins to rub my nub in soft circles. "It's so hot."
Quickly, I feel myself building, and so does Peeta—he picks up the pace of his pounding and rubs my nub harder, pulling at my nipple in his left hand.
"Now," he commands in my ear—and I explode, calling out his name and clenching around him. I feel him finish inside me, in synch with me and I twitch again—milking him.
He slips himself out of me and I turn around and pull his lips down to mine. "God, I love you," I mumble against his mouth.
He smiles against mine and drags his lips away. "The feeling is very mutual."
Grinning, I grab his shampoo and squeeze it into my hand. "Your turn." He grins back at me and leans down so I can easily lather his gorgeous curls. I massage my fingers into his scalp and he moans softly. After about thirty seconds, I push him over to his side of the shower and rinse the product from his hair.
"This is super fun. It's both dirty and clean," he says when I'm done, wiping the water from his eyes. I let out a soft chuckle and wrap my arms around his torso, snuggling myself against body—melding together like he's my missing piece. God, I love this man. I honestly don't know how I survived without him. He's my everything—him and Prim.
I feel his erection gently poking my stomach and I pull back to look up to his face.
"Again?" I ask, confusion filling my tone and my eyebrows pulled together. He just had a pretty hard orgasm—I felt it.
"With you, always again." He beams down at me and lifts me up; my legs wrap around his hips. I cup his face in my hands, and then he plunges into me again.
The rest of the day passes quickly, filled with drab studying as Peeta works at Coffee and Classics.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I ask Peeta as we begin to change for our night out. I walk up to him and slide my hands up his bare chest. "We could just stay in, order takeout and…take another shower."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "God, you are insatiable. And I love it. But we should just go anyway. I mean, after yesterday it will be nice to have a drama free night out. No brawls, no jails, no pregnant chicks slapping you in the face. Then tonight…well." He leans down and licks the top of my chest as it peeks out from my bra. "I'll just have to satisfy your needs, Everdeen."
"God, you're sexy."
He winks at me and pulls away to pull on his shirt; it's one of my favorites—it clings so deliciously to his chest. When he's done, he smacks my ass—hard. "Come on, lazy. Put on some clothes before I have to take you up against the wall, and sex you up."
"Maybe that's what I want you to do." Screw dinner, I want this man. Now.
Peeta raises his eyebrows at me, a grin taking over his mouth. "Jesus, Katniss. You are going to ruin me." He leans down and kisses me quickly and slips on a black button up long-sleeved shirt. He turns to leave the room, but not before calling one last thing over his shoulder. "And wear that blue top you have—the one that shows your breasts. Because I made a promise to show you how much I love your chest, and I am going to fulfill that tonight."
"Dude, this food is so good!" Gale groans as he takes a large bite of his samosa. He dips it into his spicy curry and takes another bite. "If this was a person, I'd bang the fuck out of it."
Capitol is in full swing tonight. It's packed and the menu looks delicious, with food from all over the globe; Gale's eating Indian, I'm eating Chinese, Peeta is eating Japanese and Johanna is wolfing down her Mexican like there's no tomorrow. It's been a pleasant evening so far, filled with easy chatter and comfortable smiles, but there's something off—and I can't figure out what it is.
I cringe. "That is disturbing." I take a small bite of my humbow and nod my head. "Okay, yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd cheat on Peeta with this."
"Hey!" Peeta shouts, his eyebrows invading his hairline. "Not cool." He pops a shrimp tempura roll into his mouth and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes, moaning softly; he swallows all too soon, his gorgeous Adam's apple bobbing. "Okay, I would forgive you if you did. It would be understandable."
I let out a laugh and place a small kiss on his cheek. I look across from me and see Johanna staring daggers. "Hey, Jo, your food good?" I ask.
She nods. "Oh, yeah! DELICIOUS!" She chirps—but it feels unbelievably forced. I see Peeta's face out of the corner of my eye change slightly—he noticed it too.
"So how is work, Jo?" Peeta asks. "It feels like forever since we've seen you in person." Hell, I don't think we've seen her since Gale found out he was going to be a dad. I freeze. Shit.
"Oh you know, it's whatever." She shrugs and takes a large bite of her burrito, guacamole spilling out of the side of the white tortilla.
"She's been busy. We've both been busy, with work and Madge and stuff," Gale mumbles his mouth full. "She called again and told me that she wants me to go to a Lamaze class with her."
"How does Marvel fit into all of this?" I ask, suddenly intrigued. I mean, he beat the shit out of you in a public restaurant.
"They are still dating—I don't know why."
"Wow. That's weird. Who continues to date someone while they're pregnant with the person-they-cheated-with's kid?"
He shrugs. "I have no idea."
"Because Madge obviously has a fucking magical vagina," Johanna whispers, playing with her food—moving her fork back and forth in her rice. I let out a small laugh; but nothing, no response from her. "I mean, you bang it once and you never go back. Never move on." I repeat, shit.
"Well, I don't know about that…" Peeta trails off. Johanna shoots him a glare.
"Really? It's true. Gale fucks her over a year ago, and still, he's flies to her like a fucking moth to a flame." She sets down her fork and folds her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair. "Peeta, how would you feel if Katniss was in love with another fucker?" Johanna's voice slowly begins to rise, attracting looks from tables around us. So much for a drama free night.
"Babe, that's not true. And can we talk about this somewhere else?" Gale pleads as quietly as he can, his brown eyes desperate.
"No. I'm good right here. We can get their opinion and everything." Then she turns to me. "Katniss, do you think he's in love with Madge?"
Yes. "No," I lie. Peeta's arm wraps around my shoulder as he slumps into his chair—ignoring his food. He knows how this is going to end.
Johanna chuckles in a manic tone. "You've never been a good liar. You're just protecting your best friend. The truth is, we all know he's in love with her, and I just sit by and watch him. It's fucking pathetic on my part. And I'm done."
Gale sits up straight. "What?"
"Gale, we're done!" She yells. "You don't want to be with me! And I don't want to be with someone who's thinking about someone else! Did you know you talk about her in your sleep? You fuck me, you fall asleep, and then you dream about someone else. That's fucked up." She stands up out of her chair so abruptly it crashes down to the floor. Gale stands up too.
"Johanna, I think I'm falling for you—don't leave." He pleads, but his voice is off—unbelievable.
Johanna rolls her eyes. "Gale, you're not falling for me. You just wish you were." She grabs her jacket from the floor and flees, running across the restaurant and out the glass door. Gale plops down in his chair and throws his head into the table, causing the glasses to shiver.
"Could my life be anymore fucked up?" He asks, his voice muffled by the white tablecloth.
"Gale?"
A voice rings out and we all turn our heads to see a woman standing at the edge of the table. Gale's eyes widen. The woman I don't recognize then turns to my boyfriend; he stiffens.
"And Peeta!?"
She gives a broad smile, her lips coated with a bright pink lipstick. Her blonde hair is pulled up onto her head and I see a pink streak in on the side. She has delicate features, like an elf, and she would be truly gorgeous if she wasn't wearing a pound of make-up; I narrow my eyes. Who is this bitch?
"Apparently it can," Gale grumbles, tossing a look at Peeta.
"I didn't know you guys were friends!" She cheers, her voice uncomfortably high. "Gale, it's been what, two years? And Peeta, like four months?"
"Um, who are you?" I ask, venom sneaking into my tone. Who is this chick who knows my boyfriend and my best friend?
"Oh! My name is Effie." She points to Peeta and Gale. "And I've slept with both of them."