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"You're- You're who? Katniss? Katniss Everdeen? District- Oh my God; you're Katniss. I didn't even- you're so different," He's staring at my face, maybe trying to find the eleven year old girl who he risked a beating for to give her the bread. "I didn't even- boy with the bread?"
"Yes," I say nervously. "I gave you that nickname when I-"
"Katniss," He says, testing my name out in his mouth. "This is so weird. I don't get it. Why didn't you tell me?"
"We're not supposed to," I say. "Giving our names means that the customer can track us down,"
"This is so weird," Peeta says. He doesn't sound offended; he sounds slightly happy. Then his head jerks as he stares at me suddenly. "Your sister went into the Hunger Games with me."
"Yes," I say.
"I remember her," He says. "She was a little kid; twelve years old?"
"Yes," I repeat. "Yeah, that's Prim."
"And she teamed up with that girl from District 11..."
"Yeah," I say. "Rue,"
"Yes!" Peeta says. "I can't believe that- you're here, this is so weird, but it's good, it's okay, hello."
"Hi," I say.
"Sorry I'm freaking out on you, Katniss, I didn't expect to ever see you again," Peeta says. "Especially not being my escort- ah, shit, you're my escort. This is weird."
"Not really," I say. "I'm still the same girl whose name you didn't know."
"Yeah," Peeta says. "Yeah, I guess so."
"You still paid me, and we still have three days to go, and I'm still your escort, so it's okay," I tell him. "Are we okay?"
"We're okay." He says. "How old are you now?"
"Twenty five," I tell him. "Same as you,"
"You look so different," He tells me.
"It's called make-up," I tell him, and he laughs.
"I know what it's called, Katniss," He says.
"Can I ask you something?" I say, and he nods. "Why did you ask for the least qualified?"
Peeta grins. "Because they tend to me nicer," He says. "The over-qualified ones tend to be a lot more fake and likely to try and kill me or something. The newer ones are friendlier."
"Oh," I say.
"Do you want to go to the pool?"
I do, so we go up there and get naked and I sit next to him on the tile step with a glass of water filled with ice-cubes. We don't talk for a long time, admiring the view – the fake view – and after a while, we start to kiss.
And the best thing is, it isn't a kiss influenced by being an escort and being paid for it; it's a kiss influenced by actual longing and physical needs. My body tangles with his and I kneel on either side of his legs, and his lips are cold from the water, and I sink down onto him.
I like being on top, because this way, I can determine how fast or how slow we go. My hips lift up, and then very slowly sink down again; he moans, gasping, and kiss me as I slowly sink up and down. His hands grab hold of my hips, trying to make me go faster, but when I feel him about to orgasm, I push off him, and sink into the water.
"Katniss, what are you-"
I put two ice cubes into my mouth and grab hold of his dick. I slip it into my mouth and he gasps; the warmth of my lips and the coldness of the ice-cubes hits him and his fingers tangle into my hair and he forces himself further into my mouth. I let him be in control as my tongue swirls around him, and I take an ice-cube from the glass and slowly rub it up and down his shaft.
He gasps, and then orgasms into my mouth; I swallow him and crunch the ice-cubes, grinning. He is panting and I move slowly through the water, my fingers dancing on the surface, waiting for him to speak. Finally, he says, "I thought you were the least experienced? Jesus Christ."
And then he slips into the water and kisses me, aggressively, and then he sits me down on the tiled step and his tongue swirls around my clit. I gasp and clutch his hair, because out of the weeks where I have been an escort – even though I was sixteen when I came here to become an escort, I wasn't allowed to train until I was twenty one, and after I had, there had to be a waiting period before I could actually start- nobody has ever returned the favour.
His tongue slips inside of me and I groan, pushing his head closer. This definitely isn't his first time doing this. I wonder how many girls he has done this with; a lot, I guess.
But that doesn't matter, because he's the boy with the bread, and I'm the girl from the Seam, and he has finally found out that my name is Katniss Everdeen.