Thanks for reading so far, people! I said before that I have the ending planned out; however I'm having some other ideas...
I'm currently thinking of three ways to end the story and I'm currently working my way towards option two. I'd love to hear your opinions on how you think my story should end! It'd be great to hear all of your thoughts!
I would also love to hear how you wish the story would end. This way I could take them and make the ending into an ending which I hope you'd all like! Thanks again for your feedback!
"How's your leg?" Peeta asks me as I wake up. It feels stiff and painful, but not as bad as yesterday. He looks sleepy; his eyelids are a dark brown and his blonde hair is ruffled from dreaming. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not as bad," I say groggily. I go to roll out of bed but when my foot touches the floor a horrible shooting pain rocks my body and I cry out. Peeta gets up immediately and helps me back under the duvet.
"I think we should ring a doctor," Peeta says, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Just in case something is wrong, okay?"
"Okay," I say timidly.
"Go back to sleep," His finger gently runs around the ring under my right eye. "I'll sort everything out, okay?"
I doze off. I'm woken up by Peeta, who is holding a t-shirt in his hand. "I'd put this on," He tells me. I hadn't realized I was only wearing my panties. "The doctor is coming in half an hour. Do you want anything?"
I prop myself up against the pillows. "Can you get me a hot chocolate, please?"
He leaves to get me one and I put my leg over the top of the duvet to assess the damage. The skin is black and purple with a bruise that ends just above my knee; my thigh aches painfully. I wiggle my toes; it doesn't hurt.
Peeta comes back a few minutes later with a steaming mug full and I sip it. He changes from his boxer shorts and sleeping t-shirt to some normal clothes to greet the doctor in. There is a knock on the door not long after, and he brings the doctor in, and he tells me that I've badly bruised my leg.
"I could have said that," I grumble after the doctor has left. Peeta smiles. "I hate my stupid leg. I hate not being able to walk around. How long do I have to stay here for?"
"Until you recover," Peeta tells me, and then pauses. "I have an important meeting today. If you want me to stay, I don't mind, it's just that-"
"Go," I tell him, sipping my drink. "Honestly, I don't mind. Okay?"
"Okay," He says uneasily. "I'll check up on you at dinner, okay? I'm sorry, it's just that with changing the business and everything there is a lot of-"
"Peeta," I cut over him. "Honestly, it's fine. Go to work. Just don't work too hard, okay?" He kisses me.
"Thank you," He says as he ties his tie. "If you need anything whilst I'm gone, anything - just ring, okay?"
"Okay," I say, and he kisses me again before he leaves.
The sound of the empty apartment gives me unease. I've decided I dislike the apartment when he isn't here. It's false, just like the Capitol, apart from maybe his room. His belongings are scattered around his bedroom.
I try to get out of bed; after a few bad attempts, I end up on my feet for a few seconds before the pain lands me onto the floor. I grab hold of the bedposts to yank myself up, and I awkwardly collapse into his desk chair which has wheels on the bottom. I use my good foot to roll myself across the floor.
I go into the room with the red X and I open the wooden box. There isn't anything in there that particularly interests me. I groan in frustration as I wheel myself through the house. My leg aches horribly.
I want to go up to the pool, so I ditch the chair and hop awkwardly up the stairs. I strip and use a breast stroke to slowly make my way through the water. I slide onto the tile step, but stay on the edge so my aching leg can float in the water.
My hand slips between my legs and my finger starts to rub my clit. My body gives a jolt and my back arches as I pump my finger slowly in and out. I moan and move my other hand to tug on my nipple. My hips rock against my hand. It feels comforting; it distracts me from the pain of my leg.
Since I know that Peeta wouldn't have sex with me whilst I'm hurt, this is a good substitute. My finger slowly begins to rub harder as I move it around in circles; my body jerks with pleasure and my toes curl. Then, when I'm close to release and I'm panting, I hear the front door slam and my hand jumps away from myself almost guiltily.
"Katniss?" I hear Peeta call. "Where are you?"
"Up here," I call. I hear him coming up the stairs and he stands in the doorway to the pool. I smile at him. "Hey,"
"Hey," He says. "How the Hell did you get up here?"
"Perseverance," I say, and he laughs.
"I see you've used by desk chair," He says, walking further into the room. He stops at the edge of the pool. "Nice idea,"
"Thanks," I say. "You're home early,"
"The meeting ended early," He says. "I decided to check on you. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm okay," I say, and he looks at me suspiciously; I know I have a large false smile on.
"Are you sure?" He asks. "You look very weird."
"Weird how?" I ask.
"Like you're hiding something," Peeta says. "Did you break something on your adventure with my desk chair?"
"No," I say. "Though I sort of wish I did,"
He rolls his eyes. "Mind if I join you?"
"It's your pool," I say.
He strips and climbs into the pool. I climb down from the step and he supports me before my leg touches the tiled pool floor. I kiss him and he kisses me tentatively back, and when my hand wraps around the back of his neck, he pulls away. "Your leg," He mumbles against my lips.
"Please," I mumble back. "I'm an ex-escort stripper; I'm always horny and I need to return the favour."
He laughs against my lips and then we're kissing again. He slowly moves us through the water until we meet the tiled step. I push him down onto it. His erection sits under me, and I take it in my hand, and slowly pump my hand up and down his shaft. He hisses through gritted teeth and I grin to myself.
My lips lock around the head and I suck on the top before taking him fully into my mouth. His hand twists around my hair and I let him push my head up and down his cock; he's in control, the way he likes it.
My lips tighten around his cock and I graze it slightly with my teeth. He groans as I fuck him with my mouth, and after a few more moments, he orgasms down my throat and I swallow his cum in one.