FAIR WARNING: The beginning and end of this chapter are both super super smutty, XXX-rated, sweaty, pulse-rising, awesomely dirty Everlark sex scenes. You've been notified.
Enjoy.
The Next Morning
Peeta's soft exhales blowing hairs off my forehead wakes me up. I know he's still asleep without even looking at him, the cadence of his heart and rhythm of his breaths all too familiar to me.
Since I was the last one up, feeding and changing Josh and Eve, I'm well aware we're both still naked from last night. I shift my gaze down Peeta's body, and smirk when I see the sheet around his crotch forming a tent. Somebody's having a good morning.
He was so good to me last night, I decide to make it even better for him.
I start by gently kissing his chest where I am, right above his heart. I slowly and quietly kiss my way down his chest, using my tongue to create small circles as I go. Soon I'm at the sheet around his waist, and I lift it up ever so softly. I maneuver my whole body under the sheet, and throw it over my head, so I'm not visible to him.
He's still fast asleep.
He's rock hard, either having a dream (hopefully about us) or it's just one of those mornings. Probably both. I grin to myself and start slowly sucking, wetting his length with my tongue, careful to make the least amount of sound as possible. I want to see how far I can get before he wakes.
I'm actually starting to have fun, alternating between taking his entire erection in my mouth and gently sucking his balls individually, massaging the other.
Finally, after a few minutes, I can hear him starting to stir. I can only guess as to what's about to happen. I smirk thinking about it.
I hear a yawn, and then a frantic whisper.
"Um, Katniss?"
I don't even think about taking him out of my mouth, so I just grunt.
"Honey, what's happening right now?"
I giggle, which causes me to gag a little. He freaks out.
"Are you okay!?" He tries to move the sheet, as all he sees is my head moving up and down under it, but I grab it first to keep it in place.
"Mmm fine," I mumble.
"What's – um – huh?"
I chuckle and slide him out quickly, gently kissing the tip.
"What does it look like is happening, Peeta?" I deadpan, then quickly start sucking again.
"Um, it looks like my amazing wife decided to wake me up in the absolute best way possible?" He says it like a question.
"Mmmhmm," I nod.
"Oh my god," he moans, lying back down, his tone full of awe.
I move down to his balls again, using my hand to keep his erection going while I take his sac in my mouth.
"Katniss, baby, don't stop. Please, don't stop," he groans.
He flips the sheet off my head so he can see me, and our eyes meet for the first time this morning. He's giving me that look that says he just can't come to terms with what's currently occurring. I think after almost a year of being married to me, he should be used to it by now.
"I'm about to come baby," he lets me know after a few more minutes. "Can I – can I, um, come in your mouth?" He shyly asks.
"Please," I beg.
He sighs happily and shakes his head in disbelief.
"Faster, Kat, faster," he pleads.
I comply, and after a few more seconds, I feel his load expel into my mouth. I keep sucking hard, using my hand to massage his balls, making sure I get every single drop possible. I clean his length with my tongue, swallow, then for good measure, take his balls in my mouth one more time. He moans my name and how much he loves me, telling me I'm incredible.
I look up to him when I'm finished.
"So was that a good start to the day?" I tease.
"It's not over yet," he informs me. Before I can reply, he's flipped me on my back and is hovering above me. He starts by kissing my forehead, then moves down. He kisses my closed eyelids, nose, lips, jaw, neck, both breasts and the hollow between them, stomach, navel, then teases me by kissing all the way down and up both my legs, purposely circling around my pussy.
"Please, baby," I plead. "Please."
He smirks up at me and a second later his tongue enters me. I moan and thread my fingers through his hair, keeping him in place. He uses a few fingers to help me along. Eventually he has to use both hands to keep my legs steady as I'm literally writhing in pleasure under his skillful tongue.
He makes me come twice in quick succession. After the second one, he shows no sign of letting up.
"Peeta, honey, as much as I love your tongue inside me, I need you inside me. Now. And your tongue in my mouth."
He immediately listens, and slides his body up, entering my pussy with his length and my mouth with his tongue simultaneously. It's heaven. I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles, driving him further into me.
"Fuck me Peeta," I moan into his mouth. He looks at me funny.
"You've never said that before. We always thought it was too dirty," he reminds me.
"Don't give a shit," I breathe. "It's the only word that fits for what you're doing to me, right now."
He smiles wide and locks his lips to mine, thrusting harder.
After a couple minutes, he whispers against my lips.
"How did you and I ever think anything was too dirty to say?" We both laugh.
I come again, refusing to break eye contact, and tell him how magnificent he is. I tell him I want to be on top, so we quickly shift, and I start to ride him.
He looks up at me, his hands firmly gripping my breasts, mine rubbing his chest.
"Have I ever told you how much I love this view?" He jokes.
"Once or twice," I smile, lifting myself up and thrusting down hard. He groans.
"Baby I'm going to come," he tells me a couple minutes later.
I lean down and kiss him hard, then put my lips next to his ear to drive him crazy.
"I want you to come in my pussy," I tell him. He shivers. "All the way inside me. I want you to kiss me while your warm come fills me up."
That sends him over the edge as usual, and as he comes, our tongues duel and I thrust a few times to drive him further into me. He looks like he's on the verge of passing out from ecstasy. I know the feeling well.
I keep him inside me as I collapse on top of him, both of us panting, trying to catch our breaths. We kiss slowly and sweetly, completely opposite from a minute ago.
"You know," I whisper, "I think next time we do what we did last night, we're going to have to put a towel down."
"Why?"
"I'm pretty sure I got rug burn on my ass, Peeta."
He laughs and I punch his arm jokingly. He just pulls me closer and kisses me. We sigh into each other's mouths.
Just then, the baby monitor comes to life, bringing back the real world into our consciousness.
"At least they were nice enough to wait until daddy was finished," I tease. Peeta laughs deeply.
"They are good children," he nods.
We throw on some clothes and head to their room, getting them ready for the day. After, we take a quick shower together, and eat a fast breakfast.
Arriving at the Training Center, everyone comments on our shirts and the twins' onesies. We all decided to wear our 'TEAM MELLARK' shirts today, and they're making quite the splash. We proudly show them off to anyone and everyone. Even Effie has hers on!
Today is the last full day of Training. Tomorrow, the Tributes have their individual sessions with the Gamemakers, then two days later go into the Arena. Time is flying by, and before we know it, the Rebellion is going to start.
"So what have we decided for the individuals?" Haymitch asks as we all sit around in the living room before Grayson and Annabel have to leave for Training.
"Annabel is going to do a few sprints," I tell everyone, "and also show her newly discovered talent for throwing knives." She really has picked it up quickly, but her speed will be the centerpiece. Annabel nods shyly. She's nervous.
"What about you, kid?" Haymitch asks Grayson.
"Well, um, I actually wanted to ask Mr. Mellark a question," Grayson answers.
"What is it?" Peeta gently asks.
"Would they let you come with me so we can demonstrate some wrestling moves? I'm going to throw some spears too, but I want to wrestle too."
Peeta looks to Haymitch and Effie, who then confer quietly.
"I don't see why not," Haymitch shrugs. "Sweetheart, why don't you go call Plutarch quickly and make sure," he tells me. I nod and leave the room. I actually have a couple other things to talk to Plutarch about.
I pick up the phone and dial.
"Plutarch Heavensbee."
"Plutarch? Katniss Mellark."
"Good morning, Mrs. Mellark. What can I do for you?"
"I need to talk to you about a few things. First, tomorrow, during the individual sessions, can by husband accompany our male Tribute to demonstrate some wrestling moves to the Gamemakers?"
"Certainly, I don't see why not. If it would help, absolutely."
"Thanks, Plutarch. It will help a lot, I think. Also, is this line secure?"
"Yes, Mrs. Mellark, speak freely."
"Good. Any news on our contract?"
"I received it this morning. When can we meet to sign it?"
"Well, the other Victors are coming to our suite for lunch today, so why don't you come by then? We'll have witnesses ready."
"Perfect."
"And obviously you will stay for lunch."
"Thank you, Mrs. Mellark, that is a kind offer."
"Of course, Plutarch. I also wanted to speak with you about something else serious."
"Go on, please."
"This may seem, well, forward, but I'm going to ask anyways. The other Victors and I have been discussing the possibility of forming an Alliance with all our Tributes, in the hopes that it would be so large that they would all be able to stay alive until rescue. We were wondering, since you are the Head Gamemaker, if you could maybe give us an overview of the Arena so we can plan their night for their safety?"
He's silent for a few moment, and I can tell he's thinking. I hear him sigh.
"Honestly, Mrs. Mellark, if any of the other Gamemakers found out I revealed details about the Arena to Mentors, I would be in grave danger. However, I also realize I have been in danger for years, so I don't see why not. I will bring the relevant documents with me today."
"Really? Thank you so much, Plutarch. You have no idea how much this will help. We want to save as many of them as possible."
"Of course, Mrs. Mellark."
"Please come over around noon. I look forward to seeing you, Plutarch."
"You as well, Mrs. Mellark. Have a nice morning."
I head back to the living room.
"Good news, Grayson," I announce. Everyone looks up at me. "Peeta can come with you to show some moves to the Gamemakers."
He smiles wide.
"Thank you Mrs. Mellark! And Mr. Mellark!" He yells. He knows it'll help him, and Peeta was, well is, one of the best wrestlers in 12.
Annabel and Grayson head off to Training soon after, and Haymitch, Effie, Peeta and I are talking.
"Plutarch is coming by for lunch with our contract," I announce. Everyone lets out sighs of relief. "He also is bringing some documents about the Arena."
"Wait, really?" Peeta asks in disbelief.
"Yeah," I nod with a grin. "Hopefully we can find a good place for our Alliance to spend the night safely."
"Good job, sweetheart," Haymitch says proudly.
"Yes, very well done, Katniss," Effie chimes in.
Peeta just leans over and kisses me.
Lunchtime rolls around, and Effie stays to eat with the Tributes and Portia and Cinna, while Haymitch heads back to the hotel with us.
The rest of the Victors arrive, Johanna, Annie and Finnick wearing their 'TEAM MELLARK' shirts. All the other Victors are jealous, and whine about not having their own. Annie tells them she'll make some more when we get to 13. That appeases most of them.
Plutarch arrives, carrying a briefcase. We all sit down, and he opens it, taking out a thick contract. Peeta and I read it over carefully together, then hand it to Johanna, Finnick, and Chaff, Beetee, and Annie, who are our witnesses. Once everyone has read it and agreed that it is legitimate, we sign it. I sigh and kiss Peeta, knowing that we have done what we can right now to keep our family safe. We know it's always going to be an ongoing process. It has to be in order for us to survive.
After the contract is signed, Plutarch takes out a thick envelope of documents.
"These are the plans for the Arena," he announces. Everyone gasps. He spreads them out and we start poring over them.
This year's Arena is, well, insane. It is broken up into four quadrants, each representing an individual season. However, the seasons shift randomly and without warning. So, you could be standing in ninety-degree sunny weather with absolute humidity one minute, then the next be in a whiteout snowstorm. It's crazy.
There are mountains, cliffs, beaches, lakes, jungles, tundra, plains, a huge desert, and a saltwater pond. Everyone is diligently looking over the plans, searching for something, anything to help us.
"I think I found it," Peeta says out of the blue. Everyone stops and looks to him. "Here, look." He lays down the page he was looking at and points to a section. "This is a steep cliff. However, there's a goat path leading up it that would require any group to go single file. Here, at the end, is a small cave."
Everyone nods, knowing the implication. I grin, remembering our cave. Peeta sees it and sneaks me a quick kiss before continuing.
"If we can get our Tributes up to this cave, there's only one way in our out, and anyone who tried to get at them would be forced to approach one at a time. It's easily defensible and would help keep them warm and dry. The icing on the cake," everyone laughs at his baking joke, "is that it would be easy for a hovercraft to maneuver right up to the entrance for rescue."
It's silent for a few minutes while everyone looks over Peeta's discovery. Eventually, everyone voices their agreement, saying it's the best plan any of us have come up with so far.
We don't give up, and keep looking for another hour, but don't find anything nearly as good as Peeta's cave. We take a vote, and agree to go with that as our plan.
We discuss how the Alliance is coming along, focusing on the couple of Districts where we only have one Rebel Mentor. Chaff is confident he can sway his fellow Mentor without revealing anything more, as is Johanna. In the end, we're certain that our Alliance will work, and start planning how to proceed from when the Games actually begin.
Lunch is served, and we suspend talk of the Games while we eat, joking and laughing instead, the twins providing a lot of the entertainment.
Johanna has continuously surprised us since they were born, showing a side of her I'm sure not many people knew existed, or even thought she was capable of. The twins absolutely love her, and respond well to her. She can coax them to stop crying and to go to sleep almost as well as me or Peeta. She'd never admit it out loud, but I'm fairly certain she wants kids of her own some day. I'll confront her about it sometime in the future, making sure I'm armed when I do so.
After lunch, everyone trickles out, leaving Peeta, me, and the babies. Haymitch headed back to the Training Center to help Effie with some things, and told us we weren't needed this afternoon.
"Well, Mrs. Mellark, looks like we have an afternoon to ourselves," Peeta tells me as we lie down on the bed. "Any ideas?"
"Honestly, Mr. Mellark, right now I'd like nothing more than to cuddle with my husband and take a nice, long nap."
We just put the twins down for a nap, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I yawned.
"You read my mind," Peeta smiles.
He opens his arms, and I crawl into them, resting my head on his chest. He wraps one around me and runs the other through my hair gently, occasionally laying a soft kiss on the crown of my head. We drift off to sleep like this, the steady beat of his heart lulling me under.
We wake up a few hours before dinnertime. I feed and burp the twins, then Peeta helps me change their diapers. We bring them over to our bed and just relax, the four of us spending quality time together smiling and laughing.
Peeta has both of them in hysterics when he alternately is blowing raspberries on their bare stomachs. I'm in stitches watching, and when Peeta notices, he adds me to the rotation, attaching his lips to my stomach as well. It sounds like a really weird symphony and it couldn't be funnier.
Dinner is quiet but wonderful, just Peeta and me, the twins in our laps. We hold hands across the table for no reason other than we felt like it.
"What made you wake me up like that this morning?" Peeta asks after we put the twins to bed and are just embracing on our way back to our bedroom.
I shrug.
"I don't know. I woke up and you were, well, excited, and I didn't want to let it go to waste," I smirk. His eyes go wide.
"Oh," he ekes out and blushes.
"Did you not like it?" I ask shyly.
"That's a joke, right?"
I shrug.
"Kat, I woke up with my wife's mouth wrapped around me. It was, well, like waking up in heaven. I mean, you're an angel, so every morning is heaven, but you get what I'm saying."
I giggle and blush. He kisses my red cheeks.
"Really? You liked it? I just did it on a whim."
"Yes, I loved it honey," he nods. "Feel free to wake me up like that whenever your heart desires."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I tease, giving him a peck on the lips.
He just nods enthusiastically, his eyes glazing over just thinking about it.
Now, we're standing in the hall, hugging and kissing, neither one of us making a move to go anywhere.
"Um Peeta?"
"Hmm?"
"Let's have sex," I suggest.
"Okay, come on," he tries tugging me towards the bedroom. I shake my head and stand my ground.
"No. Right here," I tell him.
He glances around.
"I thought you said you got rug burn from last night when we were on the floor?"
"Who said anything about the floor?" I deadpan. I dart my eyes to the wall not three feet away and his eyes widen in understanding.
"Oh," he nods. I nod with him. He tries pushing me up against the wall facing him, but I again don't budge. "What is it, Katniss?"
"Not like that," I shake my head. "Like this." I turn to face the wall, and pull him behind me.
"Are you sure?" He asks nervously.
"Peeta, honey, shut up and fuck me," I tell him seriously. I hear him gasp and choke a little, causing me to giggle.
When I decide he's taking too long, I reach behind me and unsnap the button on his pants and undo his zipper, forcefully lowering them and his boxers. He finally gets in gear, and reaches around to my front, unsnapping my jeans. I help him quickly slide my jeans and panties down to my ankles.
"Now, Peeta," I demand throatily.
I feel his lips attach to my neck, causing me to shiver in anticipation. Then I feel his erection against my ass as he positions himself behind me. I lick my hand, reach behind me, and slowly slide it up and down, wetting him. He extends the courtesy to me, and soon we're both ready.
He bends a little to get the angle right, and I help guide him inside me. It takes a couple thrusts for him to get all the way in, but when he does, I wonder to myself why we've never done this standing before. It's, in a word, spectacular.
"Holy shit," I moan as he starts going faster and deeper.
"I know," he groans as she softly kisses my ear.
He runs one of his hands around to my front, sliding it up and under my shirt, finding my bra. He shoves it to the side, gripping my breast and fingering my nipple. It starts driving me crazy, and that coupled with his other hand down the front of my legs brings me quickly to an exhilarating orgasm.
"If you stop I'm never swallowing again," I threaten.
He chuckles and just keeps doing what he's doing, turning my head to kiss me passionately. I moan into his mouth as he slides almost all the way out of me then forcefully thrusts all the way in.
"Never. Stop. Fucking. Me," I breathe in between moans. I feel his wide smile against my neck as he kisses it.
"I want you to come again, Katniss," he whispers in my ear as his hand starts working between my legs again. "Please, baby, come for me."
A couple minutes later, his wish comes true, and he has to cover my mouth with his hand so we don't get noise complaints filed against us. When my orgasm finishes, I turn my head to whisper to him.
"Your turn, baby. I want you to come now."
He nods happily and I reach behind me to grasp his balls.
"Oh shit," he groans when he feels be grab them. I smirk and start sensually rubbing them.
"Come on baby," I coax him softly. "I want to feel your warm come inside me."
He starts thrusting even faster, and I quickly deduce he's seconds away.
"Kiss me while you come," I demand.
He locks his lips to mine, and just before he releases, I whisper quietly against them.
"Come in my pussy baby. Fill it up with your sweetness. Please, baby, fuck me and come inside me."
I slip my tongue back into his mouth and feel his body tense and release as he orgasms, moaning into my mouth. I help him slide in and out a few times, and he groans every time.
"Oh my god Kat," he whispers shakily after. "That was –"
"I know," I smile. He nods and kisses me.
Eventually, we make it back to the bed. We spend the night wrapped around each other, whispering words of love, forgetting about the rest of the world for just a little while. Only Peeta can make me ignore my worries for a bit, and I love him all the more for it.
Late at night, we're cuddling close, naked, our bodies glistening with sweat, permanent, satisfied smiles plastered on our faces.
We're facing each other, and he's gently stroking my cheek while I'm threading a couple fingers through his hair. Every now and then we lean in for a kiss.
"I love you," I whisper, "and I've never meant it more than right now."
He smiles wide and kisses me before he replies.
"I love you, and that love will grow every day for the rest of our lives."
"Forever?" I question.
"Always," he answers.
A/N: We're days away from the start of the Games! Will Peeta's plan work? Will the Alliance work? Can they keep most of the Tributes alive? Will there be a bloodbath? Who knows? I don't. Well, maybe I do….
I want to quickly (or maybe not so quickly) address a review I received for my other story, 'Five Years Later', from someone called 'TowerOfEnvelopes' (seriously, WTF?). Okay, first, I never delete reviews, no matter what they say. If you take the time to review my stories, then I respect that and appreciate it. Next, I always find it fairly funny and highly hypocritical when I receive reviews that are critical of my writing style and character choices, but then I find that the reviewer hasn't posted a single chapter of a single story of their own writing. At least I have the balls to share my writing, even if you think I suck. Apparently, according to this reviewer, I have 'potential' to be a good writer, but my 'characters suck'. Well, first off, from the start, I've been upfront that I write all my characters OOC, that I'm not really following what Suzanne Collins did in THG, and that I don't really care. I write these stories for fun. I'm not trying to win a fucking Pulitzer here people. It's fanfiction for crying out loud. By telling me I have 'potential', you're inferring to me that A. you're a better writer than me, and B. I'm currently not a very good write. PROVE IT. Next, the reviewer deemed it necessary to accuse my writing style in this story (It Was A Lie) as 'nauseating', claiming I write 'I love you' into every sentence. Well, suck it up. I haven't been shy from the start in saying that this, above all, is a love story between Peeta and Katniss, that it's a fun, silly interpretation, and that I LOVE writing Everlark fluff. So if you find it nauseating, don't read it. I don't care. As long as I keep getting reviews that tell me people are enjoying it, I'm going to keep writing it. Then the reviewer went on to criticize my writing of Gale, saying something about how Katniss trusted him for years, learned everything from him and would never be strong enough to get the upper hand, and I write him too crazy. Well, sorry, but it's my goddamn story. 'Five Years Later' is just a stupid, silly story I wrote after reading too many of those ridiculous fics where Katniss cheats on Peeta with Gale or outright leaves him for Gale. I was venting, that's all. I never meant it to be an accurate representation of Collins' characters, I think that's fairly obvious. The reviewer says they want to 'love this story but the characters are so bad'. So, here's my advice buddy. Either don't read it, or write your own fucking story. It's not that I don't appreciate the review, it's the condescending attitude and honestly insulting comments that piss me off. I take time out of my day every day to write a few thousand words because people appreciate it, and I don't really like reading how I suck as a writer when you don't even give me advice, just spend a while putting me down. Thanks for that, btw. Look, pal, I'm not trying to start some kind of dick-measuring shit throwing contest, but you knew your review would piss me of, didn't you? That's why you wrote that ridiculous stuff at the end, then felt bad enough to write ANOTHER review about keeping the 'Everlark coming'. If you've never put your writing out there for anyone to read and review, you don't really know how it feels to have someone you don't know trash it. It kind of sucks.
Phew, okay, I'm finished ranting for now. For everyone who does review, thank you very much, I appreciate it.
Keep reviewing and reading. Thank god us Americans still have brains and BHO got 4 more years.
