My Dandelion from the Ashes

by FireBurnsBrighterInTheDark

After Mockingjay, what happens when Katniss and Gale try to rebuild their relationship but the only person Katniss wants by her side is her Dandelion? When something unexpected happens will Peeta be able to bring Katniss back to life? Warning: Some mild graphic scenes. Everllark

45. Chapter 44

Author's Note: Hello Party People. HAPPY 2016 (my graduation year! And 18th birthday – last reaping for me). I hope you all have a great last day of 2015 and that the New Year will bring the best for all of you. WARNING: This chapter is going to be very fluffy and romantic (and other things), if I may say so. This is our last lemon and Everllark chapter so I promised I'm going to do my best. Only 2 more chapters left of this story and I couldn't be more grateful for my wonderful readers. Here is chapter 44. Enjoy

I don't own The Hunger Games

Chapter 44

Katniss's POV

The three of us walk through the gates of the Victor's Village as the sun is high in the sky, it must be early afternoon. Peeta takes my hand and leads me to his house and Haymitch half runs to his own house, saying he needs to take care of some business. We enter Peeta's house, which seems to have been empty for years, and he drags me straight to the living room.

"You lay here on this couch while I make you something delicious and fresh to eat." He gives me a quick peck on the lips, way too quick, and goes to the kitchen. I obey him, for the most part, and sit watching the black screen of the television since I don't feel like watching some nonsense program from the Capitol. It doesn't take long for the sweet smell to take over the house and I start feeling bored. So I gather all my strength and stand up, walking slowly to the kitchen. Peeta is stirring something on the stove, his back facing me. I walk slowly towards him and hug him from behind.

"Katniss!?" He turns around and I give him a mischievous smile. "I though I told you to stay on the couch."

"You did. But I started feeling bored and I wanted to be with you." I say honestly. He shakes his head.

"You have to take care of yourself. You are not fully healed yet and I couldn't handle it if something happens to you because we are not careful enough." I sense that he is truly worried and it makes me feel bad.

"I'm okay. I promise." I lean in and give him a reassuring little peck.

"You are such a little rebel." He says as I feel his hand travels down my back and stop at my waist, while his other hand is caressing my cheek. This time when our lips crash there is nothing delicate about it. Peeta is kissing me with so much passion and ardency it makes me feel like my feet are not touching the ground. I throw my arms around his neck, trying to bring him close, trying to bring his sweet lips impossibly closer. Peeta's tongue caresses my upper lip, asking for me to open up. We don't usually share kisses like this, but today we seem to be starving for this intimacy. I feel myself being picked up and placed on the counter, my legs closing around my lover's hips. Peeta's warm hands sneak under my shirt, resting carefully on my bare skin. "Peeta…Peeta…" I moan softly against his lips. It's been far too long since we had this contact. "What baby?" he whispers back. I don't answer, I just let myself feel. When we are both panting and completely out of breath, Peeta pulls away only to attack my neck with sweet kisses, not giving me any break. "Ohhh…" The sensation of his touch makes my blood run faster and faster in my veins, sending a cold feeling through me, making me shiver in pleasure. I lose all the ability to think when his hand travels up and rests on my breast, still covered by my bra.

"It's….been far…..far too long….since we…..had this." Peeta pants against my neck. It definitely has and I can't formulate into words how much I've missed this. His hardness is pressing right in between my legs, since apparently my position on the counter seems to align our intimate places just right. He starts to grind against me and I let out a loud moan. "Ohhh Katniss. Baby I love when you moan like that. This feels so good…." His words are turning me on more then the act itself. As I'm reaching for the hem of his shirt a suffocating smell surrounds us, and I really don't mean anything pleasant.

"OH MY…" Peeta moves away from me and runs back to the stove. We were so into each other that we forgot about our lunch. "I completely forgot about the stew." I laugh at Peeta's inconsolable face, he looks like a child whose ice cream fell on the floor.

"Peeta…." I can't control myself as I laugh hysterically, but I also can't deny the feeling of frustration.

"That is a little different from how you were calling my name a few seconds ago my love." He smirks at me, making me go from hysterical to serious in less than a second. Peeta knows that I'm still not comfortable with talking about what happens between us, it is always a "in the moment" kind of thing, I just lose my head with him.

It ends up that we can't safe the stew since it is completely burned, so Peeta remakes it as I sit on a chair, keeping a safe distance from him, eating fresh cheese buns that were baking in the oven. I'm glad that my cheese buns weren't the ones that burned to ashes; Peeta would be in deep trouble if so. It takes longer than we expected but as soon as the stew is ready and Peeta brings two bowls to the table we eat like we haven't seen food for days. I fill my bowl, or Peeta does, two more times before I'm finally satisfied, at least my hunger for food is. Peeta stared at me the entire meal, a look that I know as "We are going to finish what we started very soon." Once we are done, Peeta collects our bowls and washes them as I drink a cup of water, still sitting on the same chair. Peeta won't let me move an inch to help him, since he is afraid I will overwhelm myself. As soon as the kitchen is clean, Peeta carries me back to the living room; he lies me down on the couch softly and positions himself with me. I immediately reach for his lips and give him a passionate, yet delicate, kiss.

"Well, someone is impatient." He smirks against my lips.

"Like you aren't." I whisper back. Peeta grabs my leg and brings it around his hip, resting his hand on my thigh caressing it. I lay my head on his biceps and one of my hands rests on his chest while the other caresses his cheek.

"I love you Katniss. I love you so much." He whispers

"I love you Peeta." And we are back to kissing. Fresh kissing, or at least that is what I remember girls calling it at school, has become more and more familiar in our relationship. I love the feeling of Peeta's tongue caressing mine almost as much as I love the feeling of his hand on my body. We continue to make out as we let our hands explore each other's body, still fully clothed. His hand goes from my thigh to my hips, to my waist and to my lower back, only to repeat the same sequence backwards. I decide to be brave and let my hand, which was resting on his chest, move under his shirt to caress his bare skin. I explore his firm abs and his warm chest and I feel him shivering under my touch. We don't break our kiss and I wonder how we are able to obtain so much air, who needs breathing anyway when being with my dandelion is the only thing I need to survive?

"Katniss…baby I…" I notice Peeta's hips grinding against me, and since my leg is around his hip his erection seems to be once again hitting right in between my legs.

"Peeta…Ah it feels so good." I pant against his lips. I feel like I'm wide open for him and there are not barriers between us, even though we are still fully clothed.

"I wan to touch you, I need to feel you Katniss. Oh, you feel so good." He pants. I grab his hand that was resting on my thigh and bring it to my breast. He messages it slowly and squeezes it softly, making sure he is not hurting me. I moan against his lips and reach for the hem of his shirt. We completely break apart as Peeta takes his shirt off, reveling me the sight of his muscular chest. I'm reaching for him again when he does the same for me, pulling my shirt over my head and leaving my upper half only in a bra. We are back to the same position as before as we resume our kissing, as Peeta's hand is back on my breast and my hand is back to exploring his chest. Peeta hasn't stopped grinding against me and I know that I'm dripping by this point. His manhood is as hard as stone and I want to do something about it, so I move my hand from his chest, making sure to make my way down slowly. Before I know it I'm touching him through his jeans and boxers. Peeta groans so loud against my lips that I'm sure that if Haymitch's house weren't on the other end of the Victor's Village he would have heard it.

"Do you like this baby? Does this feel good?" I whisper as I start moving my hand, following what he is doing to my breast. I don't know where this side of me came from, but I want to make my boy feel as good as he makes me feel.

"Katniss…Ahh baby….Please don't stop. Ohh this is so good." Peeta moves his hand to my back and unclasp my bra. I let go of him just to completely take it off before resuming my activities. As soon as Peeta cups my bare breast I let a loud moan myself. He plays with my nipple in between his thumb and index finger; he caresses and squeezes it just right to make me feel dizzy with so much pleasure. Peeta lowers his head, kissing and sucking on my neck before moving to my collarbone and finally reaching the top of my breasts. He explores one breast, gently nibbling at the skin as his hand continues to work on the other. I reach for the zipper of his pants, trying to make my intensions clear, at the same time he captures my nipple with his mouth.

"Peeta….Oh, Peeta" I moan. I start pushing his pants and underwear down with my foot, but Peeta helps me to get them off completely once he realizes I'm having some trouble. Before I can blink, my pants have followed suit. We resume our kissing and the hand that was previously on my bare chest sneaks around to my back, lying just above the waistband of my underwear. He runs his palm along the curve of my bottom, making me shiver with anticipation. I barely register as Peeta starts slowly moving my body, so now instead of facing him we are spooning.

"Peeta? What.."

"Shhh. Just trust me." I try to relax as he positions his arm under my neck; his hand reaching for my breast again, while his other hand is on my thigh. "I'm going to touch you a little okay? Don't worry baby, if you want me to stop or if you are uncomfortable just let me know." I nod and I don't realize as I hold my breath, waiting for the strong sensation. His palm runs along my inner thigh before he slowly digs his finger underneath the elastic beside my hipbone. My skin there is hypersensitive and Peeta starts to explore around, his finger applying just as much pressure as a feather. He grabs my leg and brings it back a little, over his thigh, opening my center to him.

"Open up to me Katniss. Don't be afraid." I let go the breath I was still holding and let myself go. As Peeta's hand resume its position, only this time his finger starts playing gently with my clit.

"Peeta….Peeta….Peeta" I moan his name in pure bliss.

"I know baby, I know. You are so wet Katniss. I love hearing you moan my name like that. I love you so much." He whispers against my ear. The sensation is taking over my body and I know it won't be long before it takes me over the edge. I feel Peeta's evident arousal pressing against my behind, so I wiggle a little trying to apply some pressure on it.

"Ah Katniss…" Peeta releases my clit just enough to insert a finger into me, using his thumb to continue his ministrations. I moan louder and start wiggling faster and pressing myself against him harder. As compensation, I earn another finger and more pressure on my little bundle of nerves. Peeta's fingers are moving in and out of me, caressing my walls from the inside.

"Peeta….Oh, oh…. Baby…" I'm getting so close. A strong wave of pleasure is traveling through my body and I can feel it is about to crash.

"Let go Katniss. Let me hold you as you come undone by my hands. Come for me baby." And I let go. My body is shaking uncontrollably as I reach my climax. This is the most intense feeling I've ever felt in my life. For a moment I forget about everything and everyone, possibly even who I am. It takes me some time to finally come down from such heights, Peeta is holding me tightly the entire time, whispering in my ear how much he loves me and how he will always be here to calm me down and bring me back. While I was recovering from my orgasm Peeta has turned me around, my head resting on his chest and his throbbing member pressing against my stomach and hipbone. Lazily I reach my hand down and cup him. His is so warm and soft and at the same time hard and firm. I wrap my hand delicately around him and start to stroke.

"You don't have to Katniss…Ohh, It's okay.." I know he is only thinking about me, like always. But I'm determined to give him a taste of the heavens he sent me to. I reach for his lips and we kiss passionately as I alternate between moving my hands up and down motion to cupping and delicately squeezing his sac, that I know brings him a little extra pleasure. It doesn't take long for Peeta's abs and muscles to contract and I know he is close.

"Katniss…Ohhhhh baby…ohhh" He moans. I squeeze him a little tighter and whisper in his ear just like he did to me.

"Let go Peeta. Come for me…." He groans and moans desperately, if I didn't know better I would swear he is in pain, as he comes. I feel his hot seed on my stomach as his manhood softens on my hand. It doesn't take Peeta as long to recover as he runs to the closest bathroom and comes back with a cloth to clean me up. He throws it somewhere with our discarded clothes and lies back next to me. I make sure our heads are aligned so I can look deep into those beautiful blue eyes. With my hand on his hair, caressing softly, and his on my cheek, we fall into a deep sleep only to be woken by our own insatiable hunger for each other.

Peeta's POV

I don't know for how long we have been asleep but I'm woken by Katniss moving softly against me. When I open my eyes I expect to see those gray ones staring back at me but her eyelids are tightly closed. The moonlight is streaming through the small window so I imagine it must be late evening. I turn my attention back to Katniss and it would be evident to me that she is having a nightmare if it weren't for the high-pitched sounds escaping her lips. She is wiggling her lower half against mine, her breasts are full and her nipples are standing out, begging for some attention. I bring myself to imagine what kind of dream she must be having as I try to keep myself from waking her up.

"Peeta, uh Peeta…" She whispers. That is all it takes me for me to capture her lips in a deep kiss. She wakes up startled but kisses me back with the same desperation and need. I don't think twice as I stand up, bringing Katniss with me, and carry her upstairs to my bedroom without breaking our kiss for one second. I kick the door open and throw us on the bed, being careful not to hurt her. The process is much easier since we are both still completely naked from our earlier activities. I don't waste time as I position myself on top of her, making sure I hold my weight with my elbows. Katniss doesn't let me finish positioning myself as she is already attacking my lips. Kissing has become such a addiction to both of us, especially when we are being intimate.

"Calm down Girl on Fire. I want this to be slow. I want to make love to you and love you the best way I can. You deserve this, to be shown how much you can depend on someone and be taken care of instead of having to carry all the weight on your shoulders. Let me carry your world Katniss." I whisper. A tear escapes her eye, and then another and another until her eyes are like two waterfalls. I kiss them away and caress her cheek. Katniss was never a person who could count or depend on anybody for safety or affection, but now I want to show her this other way of living. I'm going to take care of her and love her for the rest of our lives. Katniss Everdeen will never know what the feeling of abandon and loneliness is anymore. This is a promise.

Katniss's POV

Peeta's words never cease to amaze me. Even after all I did to hurt him and all the lies I told him, my boy with the bread doesn't stop loving and caring for me. So when we bring our lips together again it is not the same desperation as when we are about to become one, these kisses are slow, tender and passionate. Each stroke of his lips on mine a promise of love and loyalty. Peeta brings his hand between my legs just briefly to check if I'm ready for him, which seems irrelevant considering my wetness from a couple hours ago. As our lips lock one more time, I feel myself being stretched in the most intimate way to accommodate him as he pushes into me. A moan escapes both our connected lips at the same time but we refuse to break apart. Once he is completely buried inside of me he stops for a moment so we can both appreciate the closeness of this moment, there is no other way to feel as close to Peeta as I feel in this moment. Slowly he pulls out, caressing my walls making them contract for him. In and out. In and out. We repeat this pattern as I feel the so familiar feeling beginning to burn at the pit of my stomach, preparing to become a wildfire spreading through my body. Peeta is hovering over me, placing erratic kisses on my temple, my cheeks, my eyelids and my lips.

"I love you. I love you so much. You are mine and I'm never letting anything hurt you or separate you from me again. You are my entire life. I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too, so much. I'm never losing you again Peeta, never." Peeta slips a hand down to where we are connected as I begin to tighten around him. The pressure of his thumb sends me over the edge, my eyes shut so tight I feel tears threatening to leak from them. The contraction of my walls gives Peeta what he needs to bury his face on my neck as he speeds up his thrusts a little. Just before he empties himself inside of me, I turn my head and kiss him full on the mouth. I wanted us to be completely connected for this moment.

As Peeta gets ready to pull out of me, I wrap my legs tightly around his hips and hold him in place. He gets my message as he simply turns to his side, bringing my body him. I adjust my leg from under him and rest my head on his chest. He kisses my head one last time before we both fall asleep, with my lover still inside of me, where nobody can ever hurt him.

This was the most challenging chapter I've ever written. I tried to make it as detailed as possible since some of my reviews from previous lemons were that I was getting through it too fast. I actually reread it before I posted so ANOTHER VICTORY FOR ME! Well, for this chapter I really would like to know what you guys think because everybody knows I'm not a lemon writer and I'm trying to improve. Not many people answered my question from last chapter so please do so, it is important for me to know your opinions. I REALLY hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. PLEASE I'M BEGGING, review to let me know how I did. See you guys next time for OUR LAST CHAPTER (Or so I'm guessing).

PS: LET 2016 BEGIN AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR.