Okay first things first, I'm sooooo sorry! School is absolutely nuts- little boring piece of my life- I go to an international baccalaureate (IB) school so the work is crazy hard… you gotta be smart to get in, and idk how I did, but now they expect me to know this stuff, so yeah, homework is a pain. (like the homework I'm putting off so that I can write this, so you better love me!)
Also, I pulled a muscle in my neck while I was sleeping so I couldn't move for two days, which made it impossible to even pee by my own freakin self, so I couldn't type… (probably didn't wanna know that huh…)
So now I'm still catching up on the crap I missed.
Anyway, I'll stop lecturing you but one more thing! Thank you guys so much for the support, it really means a lot to me!
"Hold still," I command, using all of my strength to pin Peeta down.
"Oh sweetheart, you always had to have things your way," he says, and the sound of his voice forces me to attack his lips even more. He moans softly into my lips, always as gentle as he used to be, leaving all of the craving and desperation to me. I didn't mind, I knew he wanted this just as much as I did.
"Peeta," I whisper his name as I pull back to breathe, and he sits up, folding his arms around me as my legs wrap around his waist. I lock my arms behind his neck and keep him close, my mind in a frenzy. "I missed you so much!"
"I've always been here," he says apologetically, pathetically. He looks into my eyes, but there's no room in the desperation to have each other for us to cry.
"It's okay, I know, you just weren't you," I tell him, kissing his flushed cheeks and ears affectionately. He kisses me passionately, whispering a million 'I love yous' every chance he gets.
"At the capital," I say slowly, "what did they make you do?" I have to be careful with my wording because, and maybe I'm just being paranoid, but he could switch back to the old Peeta at any minute. I hadn't had enough of him. I have to make love with him at least once before his memory turns to mush again. That is, if it does.
"Katniss," he whispers. "I'm not sure if I can," I cut him off.
"It's okay. Too soon to ask," I say, giving him the biggest smile I could before pressing my lips to his again. They're so soft and wet, inviting me in and keeping me prisoner. He moans again and I push him back against the pillows, not sure how far we were going go get.
He slides his hand up my shirt and cups my breast in his palm, testing me as I was testing him. I sit up, and strip the shirt completely. Grinning at me, he sits up and tries to remember how to undo the clasp on my bra. But after fumbling around with it for too long I decide to give him mercy and reach behind me to snap it open.
"Oh," he laughs nervously, "that's how you do...it…" He trails off and takes in the sight of my breasts like it was the first time he's ever see them. In a sense, it is, though it still makes me blush as deep.
"Your turn," I tell him, gesturing to his light gray v-neck. He's confused for a moment before realizing. He was nervous, I could see it in his eyes, but it was a good nervous. A loving nervous. It hadn't been a memory change, it was a complete flip. It was almost as if his brain had never been altered by that damn capital. "Pants?" I question, still unsure.
"Katniss," he sighs. "I have made love with you a thousand times, stop acting so nervous!" he jokes, stroking me cheek and running his fingers down my spine, knowing I like it. He must really be back.
"You remember?"
"Yes." I smile and he smiles. Then we're working to get our clothes off, him because he wants to make love and I because I have never needed another person so badly in my entire life.
He's so rough, so hard and eager, and yet careful. In one swift movement he's scooping me up in his arms and pressing his lips against mine, all the while working his way in without a single tingle of pain on my end. He's in, in a matter of seconds, a new record for him, and I cannot take my lips off of his. Can't take my hands out of his hair.
We share a breath, a heartbeat. He's so close, it's overwhelming and I can't stop.
"I missed you so much Peeta," I say into his mouth, tightening my grip with every kiss, never getting enough. He started moving in and out of me, his hips slow and rocking steadily to the sound of our breathing. Even, slow pacing. I roll onto my back and wrap my legs around him, stroking every inch of his skin and making love to him in all the ways that I knew possible.
We spoke to each other, we looked at each other, and we acknowledged each other's needs…for hours.
We started off going slow, but after we realized the sun would be rising soon, he thrusted harder, deeper. I gasp his name as the violent pounding of my heart started.
I knew Peeta could've finished the minute we'd started, but he'd held off so that it could last. Now it was time, and he stiffened as he started to climax. All I was doing was holding him in my arms, but then there was one simple request added to the mix.
"Speak," he whispers, trembling softly, his body moist and hone blond curls falling over his face.
"I love you," I say, not knowing what else to say. He squeezes his eyes shut and moans once more before finally subsiding into peace.
We were still for a moment, just breathing, just basking in the glow of the aftermath. It was then that I thought to ask him.
"Just my voice?" I rub his back and he looks up at me, pulling out slowly and moving off to the side so that I could look at him more clearly. He nods to me.
"Anything really, anything about you pushes me over," he tells me, his cerulean blue eyes soft and gentle, yet piercing. I had never realized until this moment exactly how much this boy loved me. Since the very beginning, he has.
"You're amazing," I whisper, unable to say anything else. He smiles and pulls me into his arms, his naked body sending chills through mine.
"Making love a million times and I still make you nervous," he teases, kissing my cheeks affectionately before pressing his lips against mine.
There was something different about this time though… I couldn't put my finger on it, because his lips and his body were too distracting, his still hard manhood nudging against my stomach. That's it…
"Peeta," I pull away, breathing heavily.
"Yes love?" he responds, kissing me on my neck.
"We didn't use a condom, did we?" I ask, knowing the answer already.