Thanks for all of the lovely reviews! I'd still love to hear your thoughts on how you think the ending will go and how you wish it will go! It means a lot to hear your feedback, and thank you for continuing to read!
And despite what people might say, I still stand by the fact that Everlark is the best Hunger Games ship. Ever. Honestly.
I wake up stretched out on Peeta's stomach, my hair messy and tangled, both of us still naked, one of my hands laced with his. Careful not to rouse him, I go to move off his body. I lie next to him. It's then I notice his morning erection.
He's still out, his face peaceful, his bottom lip stuck out under the top. I crawl to the foot of the bed and take hold of his erection in my hand, and then I take the head into my mouth, and swirl my tongue around the saltiness of the shaft. I then take him fully into my mouth and then pull out again. His cock now lubricated with my saliva, I start to slowly pump my hand up and down it.
Peeta stirs. I rub my thumb softly over the head, going around in circles, and I hear Peeta moan sleepily. With my other hand, I start to massage his balls. I blow hot air onto the end of his dick and his body twists.
"Morning hand-job," He says drowsily. "Nice."
I start to pump faster and he moans again. I feel the tightening in his balls so I put him back into my mouth and continue to massage his balls until he orgasms, gasping, into my mouth, and I swallow his come and lay down next to him again.
"Morning," I say with a grin.
It takes him several moments before he can speak. "Morning," He says. "I didn't expect to wake up to that."
"I'm all about the surprises," I say. "I'm going to make some coffee; do you want some?"
"Yeah, please,"
I go into the kitchen – pausing to pull on my panties on the way – and I turn the coffee maker on and pull out two cups from the cupboard. I sit on the counter, my hand drumming on my recovering thigh. When the coffee is done, I go back into the bedroom and hand a cup to Peeta. We sit peacefully on the bed, sipping our coffee.
"Do you have work today?" I ask him.
He shakes his head. "What about you?"
"Nope," I say. "It's a pleasurable day off from the dancing on poles and the perverts."
"We're both off work," Peeta says, sipping his coffee. "We should do something,"
"Like what?" I ask.
"Let's have a lazy day," Peeta says.
So we do. Peeta gets a bunch of food from the magic red button on his kitchen counter – cakes, cookies, croissants, chocolate strawberries, candy – and we cuddle up in bed and watch the television which is mainly the re-cap on the Victory Tour. After a few minutes, we turn the TV off and play poker naked on his duvet.
After he wins – twice – I sit on his lap, my back against his chest, and he braids and then un-braids my hair over and over. After a long time of peaceful silence, he says, "I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever."
I would, too. The food, the softness of the blanket, the warmth of Peeta, and the happiness of just being with him for an entire day makes this moment a good one. "Okay," I say.
"Do you want to get a shower?"
We climb into the shower together; I hadn't realized how nice his bathroom actually was. The walls and floors are marble, apart from one wall that is another one of his windows which changes the view from the touch of a button. It's set now to a grey sky with a blue ocean. The bath is an oval shape. The shower is guarded by glass.
He passes me a sponge and we both wash ourselves. I'm scrubbing my foot with the sponge when I realize how attractive Peeta looks naked. His hair is wet, his skin covered in bubbles. He sees me staring and kisses me. The force of it pushes me against the glass.
His soapy hands run up my wet skin; we kiss hungrily, his hands clutching my ass, my legs on either side of his waist. My hand clutches the back of his neck as he lightly bites down on my nipple. His tongue swirls around my breast.
I feel his erection between my legs as we begin to kiss again. Gripping onto my ass, he pushes me down onto his cock and our foreheads press together, my body still against the glass wall that shields the shower from the rest of the room. He thrusts into me again and my moan echoes off the tiles.
He increases the speed almost immediately; my body rolls against his as we both breathe heavily, our lips almost touching, my hands gripping his hair and his fingers making marks on my body. It's deep this way. I feel the metallic taste in my mouth which I associate with sex. "Oh, God, Peeta!" I say, and then he does a particularly deep thrust which sends me over the edge. He orgasms almost immediately after me and then the glass bursts open and we collapse onto the bathroom tiles.
We have a few moments of silence as we recover from the short fall until I burst out laughing. He starts laughing too, and we lie next to each other on the tiles, giggling like idiots. When I feel as if my stomach is about to burst, I say, "How the fuck did that happen?"
Still laughing, he doesn't answer and I roll over to kiss him, both of us naked on the freezing cold bathroom tiles, the shower still running behind us.
This fanfiction was based on this gif:
(though I of course don't own anything associated with the Hunger Games – though I sort of wish I owned Josh Hutcherson)
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