Life Like a Country Song Chapter 2: Sunshine and Whiskey, a hunger games fanfic

I hope you enjoyed the first 'track'. This one is a little more playful, and certainly more mature. See the end for the next song. And please review your thoughts! Thank you readers!

Chapter 2

Sunshine and Whiskey

Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey.

Katniss climbed down from the raised truck cab, accepting Peeta's strong hand to steady herself as she landed on the soft Georgia clay. She shaded her eyes under her hand as she looked around the clearing they'd just driven into. Katniss hadn't been sure where they were going for a good part of their drive. Peeta had off-roaded the last ten minutes, and though she was really into him, she had begun to wonder if he was actually a serial killer.

But, his promises for a day in the sun appeared to be legitimate when, five minutes ago, they'd met up with a small flowing body of water and followed it for a mile or so, clearly looking for something.

"That's Mill Creek. We're taking it to where it meets West Chicamauga Creek. Where they cross, there is a great little swimming hole that not a lot of people know about. My dad used to take me there to fish, to get out of the house for a little while."

The somber turn of his voice made Katniss turn her head to watch him as he drove. Why did they need to get out of the house? she wondered to herself. She wanted desperately to ask, but she wasn't sure it would be appropriate yet.

Katniss and Peeta had been spending the last week or so getting to know each other, but for the most part, Peeta kept all conversation to himself and his future. He didn't talk a lot about his family.

Also, she had blushed, we don't do a whole lot of talking as it is.

Peeta caught her stare and her blush from the corner of his eye and smirked at her.

"Whatcha thinkin' about darlin'?" he drawled thickly, winking as he put his hand on her knee, squeezing it faintly before smoothing his palm up her leg briefly.

Katniss scoffed and swatted his hand away playfully. "Oh, hands to yourself there, buddy," she admonished flirtingly. "Keep your eyes on the road, will you?"

They both turned back and laughed; what they were driving on could hardly be called a road.

But here they finally were, laden down with towels and picnic baskets, walking toward the edge of the water, which glistened in a reflective pool under the hot Georgia sun. Katniss was impressed. This was no small fishing hole, and the water looked clear and clean. To say that she was excited to get out of this stifling heat and into that water was an understatement.

And, it didn't hurt that she'd get to see her main man in his bathing suit, she realized with glee as Peeta set down their stuff and immediately reached for the neck of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. She couldn't look away, and she still clung to the beach towels as her mouth went dry in reaction.

His body… how is this possible?

Katniss no longer cared about the swimming hole. She'd take him shirtless on the surface of the sun if that was where she could get him.

Peeta turned toward her and smirked. His defined abs tensed as he chuckled at her gaping stare. He lifted a toned arm and ran his hand through his hair, watching as her eyes followed its path.

"Like what you see?" Peeta drawled in flirtatious banter, strolling toward her in his swim trunks, coming closer to her stationary form.

Katniss gulped, desperate for a drink of the spiked sweet tea they'd brought with them.

"Oh, pshhh," she managed out. "Nothing I haven't seen before. You're alright."

Peeta barked out a raucous laugh and lunged at her, gathering Katniss up into his large arms so that her feet dangled off the red clay.

"Just alright, huh?"

Katniss laughed with suprise at his antics, winding her arms around his corded neck and pulling herself closer to him.

"Okay, okay, you're the best I've ever seen," she gasped, just inches from his mouth.

Her close proximity sobered the tone immediately, and the flush on Peeta's face was from far more than the hot sun above. He kept her against him as he turned his head up for a kiss, and she reciprocated immediately, opening her mouth immediately against his. There was no slow burn, no innocent lead up. A shirtless Peeta, combined with a barely-clothed Katniss, and the hot sun warming the air between them; the two of them were consumed immediately.

Katniss moaned against his mouth and squirmed in his arms, trying desperately to get closer, if that was even possible. This was not their first kiss, not even their first tension-filled moment, but something felt different. Maybe it was the fact that they were miles away from another soul…they were completely alone here.

For the past week, Peeta and Katniss had worked on getting to know each other. The night they met, he drove them to a nearby ice cream parlor, where they'd sat outside and shared more than just a scoop of sweet cream. The next day, Peeta and Finnick had showed up early to Annie's family home, fishing poles in hand. They'd taken the girls, including Johanna, down to the creek behind Annie's property and taught Johanna and Katniss to fish. Katniss picked it up quickly; she grew up close to the woods, and she'd seen her own father fish plenty of times. Johanna, on the other hand, was a hot mess. But all in all, the group had a great morning. The next night, Peeta picked Katniss up and took her to the local watering hole, playing a few games of pool and dancing to the jukebox. After holding each other close for a few songs, they'd found their way to a shadowy corner and proceeded to steam up the nearest window for a few more songs. It took all of Peeta's will power to pull away from her, wanting to preserve her dignity in public. But as soon as he'd gotten her into his pickup truck and driven her back to Annie's front door, they'd stayed a few more minutes in private to steam up those windows as well.

All in all, the whole week had been unbelievable. Both Peeta and Katniss had been walking around with stupid grins on their faces for the past few days—Finnick and Johanna had certainly reminded them of that—and when he had picked her up this morning, her smile widened even farther when she'd spotted him in his sleeveless shirt and board shorts.

Finally Katniss pulled away from the kiss, slowing her breathing with soft kisses against his lips. Peeta gently lowered her to the ground, her body sliding against his firm chest as she made her way down. He looked down into her eyes as he grabbed the towels out of her hand.

"Why don't you get a little more comfortable, princess?" Peeta laughed at Katniss's wrinkled nose when she heard the term of endearment, knowing that it pissed her off to no end. The last thing Katniss wanted to be was a prissy princess, and she loathed any implication she couldn't hunt, hike, and now fish with the best of them.

As Peeta spread out the towels on the red clay beach, he kept the corner of his eye on Katniss, who was currently shimmying her shorts down her long legs, revealing the smooth skin of her upper thighs to his appraising eyes. They were strong and firm and were proof of her athletic hobbies.

His mouth became parched, though, as she grasped the edges of her tank top and pulled it over her head, stretching her torso long and lean, revealing her tiny black bikini top, which matched the small bottoms encasing her bottom half.

Katniss blushed at his obvious approval, throwing her tank top at his face in retribution.

"Oh please, stop gawking like a teenage boy. I feel weird enough in this tiny thing that Jo made me wear. She said my one-piece would 'make me look older than a piece of jerky,' and that was that." She covered her blush with one hand as she wrapped one hand around her midsection.

"So, what do you say we get out of this Georgia heat, Big Shot?"

Chilling on a beach with my sweet Georgia peach.
Not a care in the world, just trying to beat the heat.
Body like an hourglass, sand on her feet.
I can't help but stare cause I got the best seat.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter you slid on in,
said, "I'm a little hot and bothered, if you know what I mean.
Let's crank it up to a hundred degrees." Alright.

Katniss and Peeta played around in the water all afternoon, alternating between splashing in the shallow end, jumping from the ten-foot boulder off between the trees, or venturing back onto the beach for a refreshing sip of sweet tea and whiskey from the cooler by the car. A few of those trips and Katniss felt light as a feather; she also felt hotter than she expected, though she began to realize it was not from the sun, but instead from the man in front of her.

On one particular trip onto the beach, she daringly pulled at the edge of Peeta's waistband, tsking as she saw the stark contrast of his tanned skin against the white unblemished skin under the fabric.

"You're getting too dark, Peeta," Katniss admonished, pulling him down in front of her onto her beach blanket before she grabbed a bottle of Coppertone from inside her bag. "C'mere," she said, situating him to sit between her bent legs, his back facing her front.

She squirted the lotion into her palms, rubbing it soothingly into the tops of his freckled shoulders.

Peeta, on his part, was in heaven. The hottest girl he knew was rubbing her hands all over his back, kneading into the firm muscles and fluttering down his sensitive sides. He groaned lowly as he felt her hands dip below the waistband of his shorts, getting extremely near to his ass. If she just moved around to the front, they'd finally cross a line they'd had yet to cross. Toe, sure. They'd toed the hell out of that line last night in the bed of his truck, but that was it so far. But like he'd felt earlier, something was definitely different today.

"Katniss," he hissed as she moved her newly-lotioned hands around his torso, wrapping them so they covered his chest in the white lotion.

"Shhh…let me rub this all in," she said, and he could hear the difference in her tone; she felt it too. Katniss pushed against his chest so he would lean further back into the cradle of her body. He acquiesced, and was soon leaning back so that his head was on her shoulder and she had full access to the front of his torso.

From this new angle, Katniss could clearly see what her touch had been doing to Peeta. His wet shorts were pulled tight across his groin, and she could easily see the outlines of what looked like a very impressive part of his anatomy she'd had yet to explore.

Putting more lotion on her hands, she rubbed down his abs, feeling them heave under her touch. Once again she was right at his waistband, and once again she toed that line, dipping her slim fingers under the fabric, inching along so that she just tickled the edge of danger.

You hit me like fire, shot me like a bullet.
Burned me up and down, no way to cool it.
But every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey.
It's like a bottle of Jack straight to the head.
One shot, two shot, copper tone red.
Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey.

Peeta couldn't stand it. He turned his head further to the side so that he could catch her lips in a heated kiss. She tasted of whiskey and sugar and he moaned hungrily into her mouth. For a moment, her hands simply grasped the edge of his shorts, and he felt his hips move involuntarily in protest, encouraging her to continue their journey.

Emboldened by his movements, Katniss took a deep breath into his mouth, moving one hand so that it was more centered. For a moment, she hesitated, as if reconsidering, but then, when his teeth nipped at her bottom lip, her fingers leapt with renewed vigor. They immediately found their destination, and Peeta groaned against her mouth as he felt the soft pads of her fingers brush his hard length. His reaction spurred her on, and he could tell her confidence was growing as she grasped his cock with one hand, keeping it still but with generous pressure. He grasped her shin hard with one hand while his other loosened the ties at his waste, providing some leeway in the once restrictive fabric.

Katniss swooped in for another kiss while her hand utilized the extra space, moving her hand slightly under his shorts. Her hand was soft and smooth from the lotion she'd used on his torso, and he couldn't believe the ecstasy he was feeling from what he once would have thought was a simple hand job. But it felt like so much more, and he could barely contain his rocking hips.

After a minute, the feelings became too much, and he wrenched his mouth away from hers.

"Katniss, wait." His words literally hurt to say, as the very last thing he wanted her to do was stop. But this wasn't supposed to all be about him, and here he was just letting her stroke him to oblivion without any reciprocity.

Katniss's face was confused at first, and maybe there was a flash of rejection, but Peeta turned quickly onto his knees so that he was facing a seated Katniss.

"I want you to keep touching me so bad." Peeta leaned down and kissed her lightly on the mouth, reassuring her reservations with all the effort he had. "But I can't not touch you. I need to touch you too."

Katniss's cheeks flamed with a blush and she nodded slightly, showing her acceptance of these new terms. Slowly, Peeta leaned forward so that Katniss had nowhere to go but back, and that's how she soon found herself laying on the warm towel, a very excited and hard Peeta hovering above her. He took her right hand and gently guided it back to where she had been stroking him just moments before.

"Just like that, baby," Peeta whispered harshly into her ear, moving her hand up and down his hard cock. His words excited her beyond belief, and she squirmed her hips under his, needing something to relieve her ache.

Peeta noticed and did not disappoint. He let his own right hand trail down her quivering stomach, tracing a soft ring around her belly button until her laughs turned into groans of frustration.

"Peeta, fuck." Katniss keened against his lips, and he smiled in response.

"What do you want, darlin'?" Peeta crooned back the question, and her eyes narrowed in resentment, squeezing hard at his member in her hand.

"Gahhh," Peeta croaked, thrusting erratically into her fist. "Okay, okay, I know what you want."

And then, all was right. His thick fingers slipped beneath the triangle of her bottoms and traced along her wet seam, just barely toying with the moisture that his actions had caused.

"You want my fingers inside of you." Peeta leaned down and whispered the dirty words into her ear, and then punctuated his statement with a finger that finally dipped into her heat, tracing the bundle of nerves at the top before running down toward her aching core.

"Ahhhh," Katniss keened, slowing her hand for a moment as she tried not to lose her cool immediately.

"Don't stop, baby. God, you feel good." And with that, he thrust a finger slowly into her. It was like a hot knife into butter, she was so worked up, and a second finger immediately joined the first. Soon, her hips were mimicking his own thrusts, which picked up as soon as she resumed her own ministrations on Peeta.

Peeta went in for a deep kiss and stayed there, panting into her gasping mouth at the incredible feel of their simultaneous movements, driving them both toward completion like a freight train. As soon as he moved his thumb to circle her hardened nub, she arched wantonly against him in a loud moan. In response, her hand moved more aggressively against him, and that was his breaking point. He amped up his efforts under her suit bottoms, giving her everything he had, and soon, she was thrashing against his hand, whining with closed eyes and a lip lodged firmly in her teeth. Peeta, on his end, gave into her firm grip around his cock; one look at Katniss coming around his fingers and he was a goner, thrusting against her hand as he came.

"Oh my God," Peeta said, falling to the side, not even caring that he was half laying on the sandy clay of the beach. His chest heaved in tandem with Katniss's, and he couldn't help the dopey smile as he watched her face glowing in the Georgia sunshine.

"You're so beautiful," he said, leaning back toward her to place a chaste kiss on her lips, chuckling as she opened one eye at him, too worn out to even manage a full gaze.

"Mmmm," Katniss moaned, stretching indulgently on the towel. "I could just go to sleep right here." Her yawn validated her statement, and Peeta hauled himself to his feet before she could close her eyes completely.

"No, no, no. Come on. Let's cool off one more time in the water, and then I'll take you home." She groaned petulantly, but when Peeta reminded her of the sticky situation in his swim trunks, she acquiesced with a chagrinned look, realizing that couldn't be comfortable in the least.

I was slow driving south with the top drop down,
her hair in the wind, Tom Petty up loud.
You gave me that look, you licked them lips.
I said, "Hang on baby, better pull over for this."
I don't wanna get DWK, driving while kissing they'll put you away.

On the way home, Peeta could not stop touching Katniss. She purred like a contented cat as he rubbed his hand along her leg, then her arm, and finally found its hand buried in her hair. She lolled her head to the side, staring down the length of his outstretched arm and into his eyes, which he had momentarily diverted from the road in order to take in her beauty once more.

"Why can't I stop kissing you?" Katniss whimpered, leaning toward Peeta over the armrest, kissing the hard line of his jaw as it met his neck.

"Katniss…" Peeta groaned, squeezing her hair at the nape of her neck firmly to try to remind her that he was driving and she need not distract him right now.

Instead, all that served to do was awaken a further need for him, and before she knew it she was creeping her hand up the leg of his shorts.

Peeta's eyes flashed intensely as he glanced quickly in her direction. Suddenly, he veered to the right, pulling off the old county road into a thicket of trees only yards off to the side.

With a snarl, he pulled Katniss across the consol into a brutal kiss, deeper and more aggressive than any she'd ever experienced. She was then startled, but none-the-less excited when he threw his seat back into recline and pulled her over to straddle his waste.

"Don't ever stop kissing me," Peeta said, and Katniss managed only a brief grin before swooping back down.

Chapter 3 preview: Like a Wrecking Ball - Eric Church

I'm gonna find out what that house is made of
Been too many nights since it's felt us make love
I wanna rock some sheet rock
Knock some pictures off the wall
Love you baby like a wrecking ball

Tune for the next song/chapter! Katniss and Peeta need some reconnecting...