A/N: Hola, hola, hola. To answer a question about the end of last chapter, that 'Katnis….' was Peeta. He was just surprised by her suggestion.
Okay, so admittedly, I got really carried away with the smut in this chapter. It lasts for a really, really, long time. The way I figure, they only have two nights in their own bed before the Reaping and their departure for the Capitol, so why shouldn't they take advantage? Besides, Everlark smut is oh-so-fun to write.
This chapter is just a filler/build up to the upcoming chapter, provisionally entitled 'The Great Mellark/Everdeen/Abernathy/Trinket Family Dinner'.
Fair Warning: This chapter contains an extended, graphic, steamy, smutty, sweaty, hormone-inducing sex scene. You've been notified.
Enjoy!
"Peeta, tomorrow night is our last night in this bed for a long time," I whisper as we lie, cuddled.
"Don't remind me," he says sadly.
"I'm sorry," I tell him sincerely, "it just makes me sad. This is where we conceived our children. This is where we went from friends to lovers. I just – I don't know."
"I know, Kat," he soothes, stroking my hair softly. "We'll be back here, though. We'll be back here and the country will be free and there will be no more Games and our kids will grow up happy and safe."
"And we'll build our house out by the lake," I add.
"Wait, you still want to do that?" He asks incredulously.
"Of course!" I say vehemently. "I was serious, Peeta. I want that house, I want to raise our children by the lake."
"Oh I love you, Katniss," he mumbles. I giggle.
"I love you too honey." I lean up and give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
Of course, as soon as we decide to deepen it, Eve's cries come through the baby monitor.
"I love my baby girl with all my heart, but she needs to start thinking about mommy's needs," I mutter. Peeta laughs.
"You just fed them a little while ago, so I'll go," Peeta says. He kisses the top of my head and rolls out of bed.
"Thanks," I call as he leaves the room.
Finally! Here's my chance.
As soon as Peeta closes the door, I jump out of bed and run to our dresser. I open my lingerie drawer and dig through to the back, where Annie hid it. I haven't shown Peeta what Johanna got me, or really us, for my baby shower. Now's the perfect time.
I'm only wearing panties and a t shirt, so I quickly strip those off and slip on the silky pink negligee. My hair is still in my braid, so I take the end of it and flip it to the front of my shoulder. Peeta finds it irresistible. Even when we were on the verge of taking our own lives at the end of the Games, he reached up and softly felt the end of it. I debate where to wait for my husband for the best effect.
I decide behind the door is my best bet. I crack open our door and I can hear him soothing Eve, rocking her back to sleep. He really is a great daddy. After a couple minutes, I hear him tuck her in, and I know he'll be back in a matter of seconds. I shut the door gently and press myself up against the wall.
I hear his unmistakable loud tread plod down the hallway, then the squeak of the doorknob turning.
"She's down, Kat," he says as he enters the room. I flipped off the lamp he'd turned on, so it was dark in our bedroom. "Katniss?" He calls into the blackness. He must think I'm in bed, asleep, because he closes the door behind him and starts walking to his side of the bed.
Before he reaches the end of the bed, I step out of my hiding place.
"Hey, honey," I whisper.
He jumps and spins around, surprised. I laugh.
"Is that you Katniss?"
"No, it's another woman in our bedroom," I deadpan. He laughs sarcastically.
"What are you doing?" He asks. He can't really see me because it's so dark, so for full effect, I quickly reach out and flip the light switch on.
It takes both our eyes a couple seconds to adjust to the light, then I can see his eyes widen then glass over.
"Hi, baby," I coo softly. "I wanted to show you what Johanna got me for my baby shower."
"Oh my god," he mutters incoherently. His eyes are raking over my body, and if it were anyone but my husband, I'd find it creepy. But I know he loves me, and I love him. And it's not like I don't do the same thing to him when he doesn't have a shirt on.
"I take it from the look on your face that you approve?" I tease, slowly walking towards him.
He just nods exaggeratedly.
"I'll have to thank Jo, then," I tell him. He nods again.
I reach him, and he still hasn't said a word, so I go on my toes and lightly kiss his lips. I see his eyes slide shut and it takes him a second to respond, but he does.
"You are so incredibly beautiful," he whispers against my lips. "You are the most exquisite thing I've ever seen."
I blush deeply at his compliments, and as always, he kisses the blush on my cheeks.
"Peeta?" I look up at him shyly, biting my bottom lip for full effect.
"Yeah, baby?" He smiles down at me.
"Why aren't you touching me?" I ask. It's true. His hands aren't on me, we're inches apart, and I'm wearing a very think layer of silk that doesn't cover much.
"I – I – I -," he stutters, "perfect, so perfect."
I can see that he's too distracted to make a move, so I reach out and grab his wrists. I pull his arms around my waist and sidle up to him. I start walking him backwards until the back of his knees hit the end of the bed.
He looks stunned when he falls backwards onto the bed, but recovers quickly, finally touching me on his own accord and pulling me down on top of him. He captures my lips and I feel his hands slide under the negligee, gripping my butt. I moan into his mouth and I can feel him smirk.
We work together to back up onto the bed, me still on top. Peeta's only wearing a pair of boxers, so we're already nearly naked. I break our kiss and sit up, straddling him.
"So you like?" I ask, motioning to my body.
"I think we can safely say that I owe Johanna Mason a great deal," he deadpans.
"No, we owe Jo, because you're not the only one benefitting," I grin. "Now why don't we stop talking about it and get down to it?" I suggest.
"Best idea I've heard all night," he mumbles happily.
I can already feel his erection pressing up against my thigh. I'm sure Peeta's expecting us to run the bases, like we usually do, working our way up to sex. I have a different idea. I need him. I need him inside me, now.
I reach down and grasp him, pulling his length out from his boxers. Since I don't have panties on, I shift atop him and guide him right into me.
"Whoa," he mutters, "I wasn't expecting that."
I smile and begin to thrust, Peeta finally joining in a second later. He runs his hands up and down the soft silky material on my sides, then grips my breasts through the negligee. I moan loudly.
Suddenly he darts his right hand between my legs, and begins working me. He always knows exactly what to do, and I'm soon coming, writhing and groaning on top of him. He just smirks and pulls me in for a long, deep kiss.
When our kiss breaks, instead of letting me sit back up, he puts his other arm around me, and before I know it, I'm on my back looking up at him. I look down and see that his boxers are still on, as I just pulled him out and into me. I use my toes to slide them down his legs, and he kicks them off.
"As much as I love this, Kat," he motions to my lingerie, "I really want to see you naked."
The way he says it, so soft and lustful, makes me want him a million times more. He tugs at the bottom, and I grab up near the top, and together we quickly dispose of it, leaving us both naked. Peeta starts lightly kissing my skin that is newly exposed, focusing on my stomach and my breasts. He had gotten so used to kissing my stomach during the pregnancy, and now that it's back to being flat, he still can't get enough of it.
He continues like this for a few minutes until my patience runs out.
I reach up and grab the back of his neck, forcing him to look at me.
"Get. Inside. Me. Now," I demand. He actually looks a little scared, as he realizes I'm not joking or teasing in the slightest.
The next thing I feel is him entering me, pushing all the way in until he can't go farther. He starts slowly sliding in and out, his hands gripping my thighs to aid his thrusts. I'm massaging my breast with my right hand and using my left to help myself along. When Peeta sees my hand between my legs, he takes one hand of my thigh and joins my hand. We both giggle when we get into each other's way, but I can't deny how great it feels to have both our fingers working me.
Soon, I'm coming again, screaming out his name. He clamps his hand over my mouth, mouthing 'twins'. I shoot him an apologetic look. If the twins woke up right now, while we're literally in the middle of having sex, I don't know how either of us would react.
His thrusts start getting faster, deeper, and harder, and I egg him on gently. He moves his hands to my sides, giving him a different angle, and it drives me wild.
"Kiss me," I say breathily. He obliges, leaning down and crashing his lips into mine, our tongues dancing the familiar dance. "Oh, baby, right there," I moan, "I'm going to come again, Peeta. Please don't stop, please don't stop."
For the third time in less than fifteen minutes, Peeta has brought me to the edge again, and each time it's progressively gotten more explosive. Sometimes I honestly wonder if he lied when he told me I had his virginity. There's no way he got this good with just me. Or maybe we're just so compatible, so in sync, so in love, that when we have sex, it's like a perfect dance, a synchronized ballet of our love. Wow that sounds cheesy, even in my head.
I can sense that Peeta is nearing his own release, when his kisses become more and more passionate, and his thrusts even deeper than I thought possible.
"You're almost there," I whisper in his ear. "I can feel you all the way inside me, baby, keep going."
He shudders at my warm breath on his ear, and turns to kiss me again. As he nears his orgasm, I wrap my hand around his neck to keep his face close to mine, so I can look him right in the eye.
"Oh, Kat, I'm going to come," he groans.
"Please, baby, come inside me," I whisper. "I need to feel it. I need your warm come to fill me up to the brim. Please, Peeta, please come inside me."
Four more thrusts, and I feel him come. His face contorts into pure bliss and love, and we never lose eye contact. It's amazingly intimate. I feel him slowly slide in and out a few more times, making sure he has expelled his entire load. Each time he does, I softly moan at the feeling.
He erases the distance between our faces and we kiss slowly. I cup his cheeks with my hands and deepen the kiss, not wanting it to ever end. It doesn't matter how many times I kiss Peeta, or how many times we have sex, I will never ever grow tired of this feeling. It's the same but different every time.
Our lips part, and he rests his forehead on mine. He finally pulls out, to my whimper, and lays down next to me. I immediately splay myself on top of him, curling up into him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
"I love you so much," I whisper.
"I love you too Kat," he whispers back. We're both smiling.
"I'm really going to miss having amazing sex with my husband on this bed," I sigh.
"Me too. I mean, this is where we both lost our virginity. This is where we learned how to make love, learned how to please each other," he reminisces.
"Hey, but there is a bright side," I tell him.
"Oh, what's that?" He asks.
"We get to find all sorts of new, exciting places to have sex!" I say excitedly.
He just chuckles and shakes his head.
"I seriously married a nymphomaniac," he says quietly. He always calls me that when I'm insatiable.
"I'm sorry, who's idea was it to have sex on the stairs yesterday?" I accuse with a grin. "And are you forgetting about that little adventure with you sitting on the closed toilet last week?"
He blushes deeply, and I know I got him.
"Okay, fine, so we're both sex addicts," he admits. "But honestly, look at you, can you really blame me?"
"Ha," I retort, "look in the mirror, buddy. If anyone's to blame it's you and that ridiculous body."
"Well I guess we'll agree to disagree," he says diplomatically.
"Yeah. I hate arguing about sex right after we've had sex," I joke.
"Speaking of sex," he starts, but then doesn't finish his sentence.
"What, Peeta?"
"Were you serious about the front porch?" He asks shyly. Oh, that.
I tilt my head from side to side, jokingly pondering his query.
"Yes," I say simply. "Why, change your mind?"
"No," he quickly says, " I was just wondering."
"Oh, sure," I say sarcastically. I look out the window and see it's pitch black and the clock read 11:34 pm. "Put your boxers on," I tell him firmly.
"Um, okay," he says as we both hop off the bed. I find my negligee on the floor and slip it on over my head.
When he's pulled his boxers up, I grab him by the hand and start leading him down the hall.
"Wait, Katniss, where are we going?" He asks nervously.
I keep pulling him, and turn to glare at him. He knows that specific glare means to not back talk me, and he complies.
When we are at the bottom of the stairs, and I open the front door, he really starts freaking out.
"Kat, I thought you were joking. We can't do this. We did it on the back porch, and I was a nervous wreck. This is – this is – this is the front porch! The street is right there!"
"Shut up, Peeta," I tell him as I pull him outside. "This is Victor's Village. The only people that live here or walk around here are us, Haymitch, my mom and Prim. My mom and Prim have been in bed for hours. Haymitch goes to bed early too now that he's sober. Besides, it's pitch black out, Peeta. I doubt anyone could even see us." That's probably not true, but I don't really care.
He's about to open his mouth again when I shove him backwards, and he falls into one of the Adirondack chairs on the porch. He looks up at me, his look a hilarious mix of sheer terror and blinding lust.
"Boxers. Off," I instruct. He almost robotically slides them off, wise enough to follow my orders. He knows not to mess with a horny, assertive Katniss Mellark.
"Can you, um, can you keep it on?" He asks shyly when I'm about to pull my negligee over my head.
"Why?" I ask.
He looks down sheepishly. I reach down and use my index finger to pull his chin up so he's looking at me.
"Baby, what is it?" I ask quietly.
"Kat, it's just – you're my wife. I want to be the only man who ever sees you naked. I know it's dark out and there's nobody around, but-"
"No, I understand," I assure him. "That's sweet, Peeta. And you're right, you are the only man who will ever see me naked. If you want me to keep it on, I'll keep it on." He looks relieved. How cute is that?
"Thanks, honey," he mutters. I can tell he's embarrassed.
I climb up and straddle him, but before we begin, I know I have to cheer him up.
"Hey, Peeta, I'm not mad or anything. I think it's sweet you want to protect my dignity like that. I love you for it. I'm forcing you to have sex out here, and you're brave enough to do it, so of course I'll keep my negligee on if that's what you want."
He just nods, still looking sad.
"Honey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to," I say gently. "It's okay, really. I just thought it would be fun."
"No, I want to," he says, surprising me. "I do, honestly. I don't know why I'm acting weird. I have my gorgeous wife on top of me, begging me to have sex with her, and I'm acting like an idiot."
"Oh, baby," I sigh. "You don't have to do something you're uncomfortable with just because you think it's what I want or that it'll make happy."
"No, Katniss," he shakes his head. "I'm serious. I was freaked out at first, but now I want to. I really do. Just the though that we're outside, in public, is really getting me going. Please, let's do this."
I smile wide. He's getting where I'm coming from. That was one of the reasons I wanted to do this in the first place.
"Last chance, honey. Are you positive?" I ask one last time.
In response, he reaches up, snakes his hand around my neck, and pulls me into a passionate kiss. I kiss him back hard, and I can feel his other hand gripping my butt and squeezing, then migrating around to the front and diving between my legs.
Without breaking the kiss, I reach down between us and grip him. I gently guide him into me, sliding down so he's all the way inside me.
"Ready?" I whisper against his lips?
He nods shyly.
I give him a peck on the lips then sit back up straight. I use my legs to help me start to thrust up and down, and Peeta uses his hands to aid me. We gradually build up our speed, and I find myself coming twice.
"Oh, Kat, don't stop," he begs.
"Wasn't planning on it," I tease with a smile.
I can see how much he's enjoying this, and I know there's one thing I can do that will make him enjoy it all the more.
I quickly hop off him, kneel in front of the chair, and slide my tongue up and down his erection, massaging his sac with my hand. Then I switch, using my hand to slide up and down his length while I take his whole sac in my mouth, licking it gently with my tongue. I can hear him moaning my name softly.
I take his entire erection in my mouth, sliding it so far that my lips meet the skin of his crotch, then quickly straddle him and guide him back into me. I can see how much pleasure he got out of my little detour and I smirk. I know him too well.
"I'm not going to last much longer," he warns.
"Let it go," I coax, "please, for me."
He nods and we both begin thrusting faster, and I can tell he's just about there.
I lean down so my lips are right next to ear and I whisper my encouragement.
"Let it all go, baby. Come inside me." I repeat this until I feel him release, warming my entire body. He groans his pleasure and I kiss every inch of his face.
I pick myself up and slide him all the way in a few times to make sure he's given me all he's got, and he moans each time. We're both panting, trying to catch our collective breath. I lie down on top of him, keeping him inside me, and he wraps his arms around me to keep me close.
"I love you," I whisper, "forever."
"I love you, always."
"See, I told you that would be awesome," I joke.
"Once again, you were right honey," he concedes. "What's next, the roof?"
I laugh.
"I don't know if even we could pull that one off, baby," I ponder.
"Hey, if anyone could do it, it would be the Mellarks," he says seriously.
"We are pretty good at this whole rock-each other's-worlds thing, aren't we?" I ask.
"That we are, Mrs. Mellark. Mmmm, I can't wait to see you in your uniform. I'm going to struggle to not rip it off of you and take against any random wall."
God, he knows I can't help myself when he talks like that.
"Who's saying I'd resist?" I tease. His eyes widen and he smiles. I smile and give him a peck on the lips.
"Okay, Mrs. Mellark, it's time to get you to our bed," he announces.
"Well, if that's the case, Mr. Mellark, your wife would like to be carried to our bed," I request politely.
"After that, I could never say no," he smiles.
"Pff," I scoff, "you can't say no to me anyways."
"You've figured me out!" He says with mock hurt. I giggle as he picks me up bridal style. He grabs his boxers and my negligee and hands them to me to hold as we walk back up to our bedroom.
We don't bother getting dressed again as we curl up next to each other, still reveling in our post-coital bliss. We whisper words of love, then fall asleep with mutual smiles.
The next morning comes all too soon.
"Good morning, honey," I whisper and kiss his jaw. His eyes flutter open and I can see him trying to focus them.
"Good morning beautiful," he smiles.
"I got up to feed the twins a little while ago," I tell him. "I changed their diapers too, and they're back asleep."
"Thanks, Kat. You could've woken me up," he says.
"No, I didn't want to. I did give you quite a work out last night," I smirk.
"And what a glorious work out it was," he says dreamily.
"Okay, take me to the shower," I order. "I need my hair washed, please."
We shower together. He washes my hair, I wash his stump, and we kiss the whole time. Neither of us have mentioned today is our last day at home. We plan to spend the whole day with just the four of us – Peeta, the twins, and me. Tonight, we have both our families plus Effie and Haymitch coming for dinner.
The twins are still asleep when we go down for breakfast, so it's just Peeta and me. I whip up some eggs while he heats up some cheese buns and pours OJ.
"What are we cooking for tonight?" I ask as we eat.
"Well we have a lot of meat we might as well use before we leave," he suggests. "We could make a couple stews, and I was planning on making a cake and some pies."
"That sounds great, honey," I smile. "I'll make a salad to start too."
"Do you think my mom's really going to come?" He asks quietly.
"I don't know. She sounded like she wanted to. Especially when I told her she'd be able to at least see the twins, even if we won't let her close to them yet. Why, do you not want her to?"
"It's not that I don't want her to," he clarifies, "I'm just nervous about how everyone will interact. You've just started getting on better terms with her, but I know Haymitch and Effie pretty much despise her, and I don't know how your mom and Prim feel."
"They'll be fine," I say, referring to my mom and Prim. "I'll talk to them before, okay?"
"Thanks, Katniss."
"Hey, what are wives for?" I grin.
"To somehow convince their husbands to have sex with them on the front porch?" I tease.
I scowl at him.
"I mean, um, to keep their husbands in line? To always be right? To be the light of my life? I love you?" He backtracks nervously.
"Better," I give him a half smile.
"How can I make it up to you?" He asks seriously. He think he's really offended me. I was just teasing him, of course. But if he wants to make it up to me – I'm certainly not going to refuse this offer.
"Honestly?" I ask.
He nods.
"I want you to take me on the table, right now," I deadpan. His jaw drops. "Hey, you asked, and I answered. Now, are you going to deny me, or are you going to make it up to me?"
I should've known when to stop taking it that far, because not a minute later, I'm on my back on the kitchen table having some of the most intimate, mind blowing sex either of us can remember. Wait, that's not a bad thing, but I still feel a little guilty for tricking him. At least he looks like he's enjoying it.
After we've properly defiled our kitchen table, we clean up the kitchen, which, needless to say, was – messy.
We go upstairs and brush our teeth, then head to the nursery. The twins are still asleep, but we don't feel like being away from them. Peeta sits down in Eve's rocking chair, and even though Josh's is but two feet away, I sit down in Peeta's lap. He wraps his arms around me and I rest my head against his shoulder, sighing happily.
"Did you ever think that you'd be married with a family at seventeen?" He asks quietly.
I snort.
"Nope. I can honestly say this never even crossed my mind," I reply.
"Can I ask you a question?" He softly asks.
"Of course," I tell him.
"When did you figure out that you would marry me if I asked? I mean, I know when you asked, but did you know before that?"
I think back to the beginning of our real relationship. How confused I was at first about my feelings, but then when we actually started dating, how clear everything became. How I knew, pretty quickly, that Peeta and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together, and that it didn't scar me anymore. Just the opposite, it thrilled me.
"Well, that's complicated," I begin. "I've told you how I thought about marriage even a year ago. I would only have done it out of necessity. I never thought marrying for love was in my future. But then, you came into my life. I think the first time I ever thought about marrying you, picturing a life with you, was in the cave. You were sleeping, and even though you had a fever, a nasty cut, and blood poisoning, you still looked so peaceful."
"That's because I had you with me," he whispers.
"Thank you," I tell him sincerely. "When we got back, well on the train-ride back, I thought about it, and I'm sorry to say Peeta, it scared the hell out of me. It's one of the reasons I lied to you. I thought if I told you the truth, that it would be inevitable that we'd get married. I told myself that wasn't what I wanted, and that you deserved a girl who could give you what you wanted – a family."
"I hope you know that even if you never wanted kids, a life with you would still be better than anything I could ever hope or dream for," he tells me honestly.
"I do know that, Peeta, and you have no idea how much it means to me."
"Good. Sorry, continue."
"Okay. So where was I? Yeah, lying to you. So then there was those two miserable weeks. I would see you outside walking, and it just tore me up knowing that it was my fault. I would lie in bed trying to think about anything but you, but I always ended up just thinking about you. That was when I realized that even if you were with someone else, I wouldn't have been happy. Don't get me wrong. I want you to be happy. But I'm just being honest. I don't think I would have been able to watch you date another girl. That started changing my outlook, because I understood that my feelings for you way ran deeper than I thought."
"Is that why you showed up that night?"
"Partly. My mom and Prim knocked some sense into me, too. I remember Prim told me, 'Katniss, you're making yourself miserable for a stupid, stupid reason'. I got up and ran for the door when she said that."
"So I have Prim to thank for my wife, huh?" He smiles.
"I'd like to think you'd thank your wife for your wife," I joke.
"Fair enough."
"But the moment when I knew, for sure, that I would marry you if you asked, that I was ready to commit to spending the rest of my life with you, that came during our first date."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We were in the meadow, and I had my head in your lap. You were playing with my braid, and we were just talking about mundane things and kissing. I remember thinking that I wanted that moment to last forever. That if we could, I never wanted to do anything but be with you. It just clicked, I guess."
"Wait, Katniss, that was like a month before you asked me! We could've gotten married a month before we did?" He asks.
"No, Peeta," I shake my head. "Honey, that wasn't even twenty-four hours after I told you the truth. The day before, you still thought I'd used you and had no feelings for you. I didn't know how you'd react if, the first day we're together, I asked you to get married."
"I guess that makes sense," he admits. "But why'd you wait a whole month?"
"I didn't," I explain. "Honestly, I thought that you would be the one to ask, and I didn't want to take that away from you."
"I see. Thank you."
"Of course. Did you think about asking me?" I ask shyly.
"That's a joke, right?" He smiles. "Katniss Mellark, I have thought about marrying you every day for as long as I can remember. It took me a long time to even start working the nerve up, and then you asked me out of the blue."
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I know that's something the guy traditionally does, and I screwed it up."
"Don't you dare apologize," he says firmly. "You asking me to marry you is one of the greatest moments of my life. Do you know how incredible that felt? To have the girl I'd been in love with for years to tell me she wanted to marry me? Katniss, I wouldn't trade that memory for anything."
"You mean that?"
"With everything I am, I do. But, Kat, what made you ask when you did?" He asks.
"I don't really know," I admit. "Something just flipped in my brain. I was tired of waiting, tired of not knowing where we both stood with our commitments. I knew we loved each other, and I knew we'd never leave each other, so to me, that meant we should get married. Most of it, though, was just a selfish desire to be your wife. To claim you as mine. To be called Mrs. Mellark."
"You really are amazing, you know that?"
I blush and he smirks.
"So does that answer your question? I ask.
"Yes, it does. Thank you. That means a lot me, Katniss," he says sincerely.
"I'm glad, Peeta. All I want is to make you happy."
"You do, Kat. Every day. You've given me beautiful children, and you're by my side always. I couldn't ask for any more."
"I love you, Peeta. I really do."
"I love you too, Katniss. I really do."
"Good. Because if you didn't love me, then what I'm about to ask would be fairly awkward."
"Oh? What's that?"
"I need you to take the trash out, do the dishes, and vacuum the living room," I deadpan.
"And what will my lovely wife be doing while I do these various chores?" He asks.
"Your loving wife will be feeding your children from her own breast," I tell him with a grin.
"Okay, I guess that's fair," he jokes.
"You'd better not rush just so you can come back here and stare at my boobs, Peeta," I scold.
"Me? I'd never!" He feigns innocence. "Besides, don't you remember what you told me when we found out about the twins?"
"No, what did I tell you?"
"That I could play with your boobs every day," he smiles.
I sigh with a saucy grin.
"The longer you spend sitting her talking to me, the less time you have to come stalk me," I remind him.
And just like that, he's out the door.
I look at the clock, and I realize it's only a matter of hours until both our families show up for dinner.
I still have no idea how any of us, including Peeta and me, will react to his mom being there.
I just hope I don't need my bow. Again.
