Original prompt from Wickedlyclever - Peeta trying to be flirty/sexy and Katniss finding it hilarious but not wanting to laugh in his face. :)
Katniss walks through the front door of their apartment, weary after a long day of sitting though what felt like a never-ending stream of lectures. She is exhausted and wants nothing more than to curl up on the sofa and take a well deserved nap.
As she places her keys in the bowl they keep by the door, she notices there are candles set around the room, illuminating everything in a soft yellow glow. In the dim light, she can make out the note propped up on the table, next to a glass. She crosses over and picks up the note, which says 'Drink Me' in Peeta's flowing script.
Katniss lifts the chilled glass to her nose and sniffs the softly bubbling liquid. Cherry-lime Rickey, she thinks to herself as the hiss of the carbonation tickles her nostrils. She takes a sip and relishes the tangy flavor as it burns her throat slightly. Mixed with Grey Goose, my favorite! She smacks her lips in appreciation of Peeta's thoughtful gift as she turns to see what else he has waiting for her.
On the table in their small dining room sits a basket of cheese buns, along with another sign. She walks over, taking a long sip of her drink, and inhales their fragrant aroma. This time, the sign says 'Eat Me'.
"Don't mind if I do!" Katniss chuckles as she pops one of the fluffy mounds of goodness into her mouth, moaning in pleasure as the sharp tang of the cheese explodes across her palate. She takes another, this time biting it open and swirling her tongue through the warm cheese in the middle.
Katniss looks around again and sees that Peeta has left a trail of dandelion blossoms down the hallway, leading to their bedroom. "Follow the yellow brick road!" She snickers as she washes the cheese bun down with more of her drink.
As she reaches the bedroom door, she sees yet another sign, this time saying 'Open Me', and she hears the synthesized bass rhythms of Rod Stewart's 'Do Ya Think I'm Sexy' thumping out of Peeta's Ipod.
Katniss hesitates, her hand hovering over the door handle, and she wonders just what she's going to find on the other side of the door.
"I swear, if he's lying there with a ribbon around his junk, I will lose my shit for sure." She whispers to herself as she finds the courage to turn the handle and push the door open.
Katniss surveys the scene before her, noting the patterned scarves draped over the lamps, dousing the room in dappled light, the sandalwood incense burning lazily on the dresser, and the red satin sheets that now cover the bed.
Lying on his side in the middle of the bed, with one leg bent and the other straight out in the typical centerfold pose, is Peeta. He has the corner of the sheet draped across his hips, and he's wearing what she assumes is supposed to be a seductive glance, but only serves to make him look like he's squinting in the darkness.
"Well hello, lover. See anything you like?" Peeta's voice has dropped to a reasonable facsimile of Barry White's sultry bass, but it doesn't have quite the same effect.
Katniss has to hold back a snort of laughter at the sight before her. Does he honestly think any of this is sexy? She wonders to herself as she downs the last of her drink and sets the now empty glass on the dresser.
"Come over here and give Daddy some sugar, baby." Peeta drawls, sounding like Matthew McConaughey from Magic Mike.
Oh sweet Lord, he's serious. Katniss has to bite her lip to keep down that laughter threatening to break free from her chest. Even so, little puffs of air escape from between her lips, and she knows if he says or does one more ridiculous thing, she's going to completely break down.
As if on cue, Peeta tosses the sheet aside, revealing bright blue briefs that can only be described as a cross between a man-thong and booty shorts. The back of the briefs comes half-way up his ass cheeks, and he looks like he has the most uncomfortable wedgie known to mankind. But it's the look on his face - an exact replica of Zoolander's 'Blue Steel' - that causes Katniss to finally lose her internal battle and collapse in a fit of laughter.
She rolls on the floor, holding her stomach as tears flow from her eyes. She knows Peeta is going to be upset, but for the love of God she cannot help herself. The entire thing is just too ridiculous and after the day she's had, she needs to let go.
A few uncomfortable moments later, Katniss' mirth has finally waned to the point where she can breathe again and she sits up, wiping the moisture from her eyes. Peeta's pale skin is flushed the same color as the sheets on which he still sits, his face a mask of anger and mortification.
"Peeta, I'm so sorry, really." Katniss consoles him as she crawls towards the bed. "But what in the blue hell are you doing?"
He doesn't look at her, keeping his eyes glued to the wall in front of him. "I was trying to surprise you by being like the sexy guy from that story you told me about last week. You know the one about the restaurant like Hooters, but with guys."
Katniss' brow furrows in confusion, then her eyes spark with the memory. "Oh, God!" She scoffs as she climbs up onto the bed next to him. "You mean that stupid fan fiction Prim made me read? I said it sounded intriguing; that didn't mean I wanted to see it in living color!"
Peeta still doesn't look at her and pulls away when she tries to take his hand. "Don't you know how incredibly sexy you are just being you?" She takes his chin in her palm, and meeting no resistance, gently pulls him to face her. "Peeta, you don't need elaborate set ups or bizarre outfits to get my attention. You have always had it, and you always will."
Hurt clouds his features as he continues to pretend interest in the wall next to the bed, trying to avoid her gaze. Refusing to give up, Katniss inserts herself between Peeta and the wall, taking his head between her hands and forcing him to look at her.
"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings by laughing. The very idea of just you not being enough for me is ridiculous. You, Peeta Mellark, are all I've ever wanted, and all I will ever need. You make me happy just by being here, and by letting me love you."
"I love you, Katniss." He whispers to her reverently, his icy blue eyes melting as they meet her warm grey ones .
"I love you, too." She whispers back then leans forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss full of promise.
Peeta wraps his arms around Katniss' lithe body, pulling her close and laying them both down so he can deepen their kiss. She revels in the feel of his tongue rasping against her own in a slow, fluid rhythm as his hands caress the soft skin of her cheeks and lose themselves in the wild tangle of her messy braid.
Her own hands explore the expanse of his broad chest, running her long fingers through the downy hairs peppering his skin like a roadmap that eventually trails down below his navel. She lets her nails drag along the sensitive skin of his ribs, smiling as he hisses his approval when she does the same to his pebbled nipples.
Suddenly, an idea comes to her and she breaks their kiss, giving Peeta a smoldering look before quickly crossing to her discarded glass. She carries it back to the bed and places it on the nightstand, but not before grabbing one of the rapidly melting ice cubes.
Sensing her intent, Peeta leans back, allowing Katniss free reign as she straddles his thighs. Smiling deviously, she leans forward and slowly runs the ice around his nipple before using her tongue to lap up the droplets of water from his skin. She takes her time, working each thrusting nub until they are rigid and she can feel his hard cock jutting into her backside.
Then, wiping her hands on the ridiculous sheets, she leans forward again and takes one of the frozen peaks into her warm mouth and suckles it, hard. Peeta's back wrenches off the bed, almost knocking Katniss to the floor, as he moans and clutches her braid. "Fuck, Katniss. It feels so fucking good when you do that."
Pride surges through Katniss at having reduced the normally cuss-free Peeta to dropping f-bombs like a sailor and she smiles against his chest. Satisfied that she's worked him into a frenzy she slides further down his legs, pulling off the ridiculous briefs as she goes, then purposely letting her denim clad center drag along his cock, making him buck against her in a futile attempt to relieve the tension coiled within him.
"Christ, Katniss! I wanna fuck you so bad right now." Peeta begs in a strained voice, trying to flip her onto her back.
"See? THAT'S sexy, Peeta." She purrs as she wriggles out of his grasp, earning a huff of frustration from him. "Don't worry you'll get your wish. I'm just not done playing with you yet."
Katniss climbs off of Peeta and begins a slow dance around the bed, moving her hips to the song currently coming from the Ipod. As she moves, her clothing drops to the floor in a sensual strip tease. When it comes time to remove her bra, she turns her back to Peeta, watching him over her shoulder with playful eyes as she tosses it to the side. Reaching behind her, she grabs the red sheet and wraps it around her like a toga, then pulls off her panties and throws them across the room as well. Finally, she turns around and walks back towards the bed, her hips swiveling sinuously to the seductive beat of the music.
When she is finally within arm's reach, Peeta grabs her and pins her to the bed with his thigh across her belly. He takes her wrists in one hand and holds them above her head, effectively trapping her. With the other hand, he slowly pulls the sheet down to reveal her perfect breasts, heaving with the labor of her excited breath.
"Now, this is sexy." He breathes before swooping down to capture her nipple in his waiting mouth, just as she'd done to him previously. His other hand finds the glass and he selects an ice cube of his own, placing it between his teeth and skating down the slender column of her neck to let the water pool in the hollow of her throat.
He continues on, trailing icy droplets in the valley between her breasts then circling around one luscious mound, ascending to the turgid peak. Peeta takes the frozen nub between his teeth, biting with just enough pressure to make Katniss hiss and writhe beneath him.
Before the ice melts completely, Peeta swirls it around her navel, then slowly descends to her aching core, drawing out the moment as long as he can as she begs him for more. Finally, he moves his hand and she cries out as the ice comes into direct contact with her swollen clit. He takes his time rubbing the ice along her lower lips, then back up to the hidden bundle of nerves. It melts quickly, but not before further enhancing her arousal.
Peeta watches as her eyes roll back and her head whips from side to side in ecstasy as he slides his fingers, now cold from the ice, inside of her warmth, keeping his thumb in direct contact with her greedy nub. It doesn't long before she's panting his name, begging for the release that seems just out of reach. Peeta leans down, capturing the rosy peak of her breast between his lips and razes it with his teeth, giving her the extra sensation she needs to shatter completely.
"Holy fuck, Peeta! Oh my God!" Katniss can't contain her shouts as her walls flutter and clench his thick fingers as wave after wave of euphoria washes over her, leaving her spent and boneless.
She shivers as Peeta slides his fingers out, leaving her feeling suddenly empty. With hooded eyes she watches as he licks every drop of her essence from the digits, moaning as if it were the sweetest nectar.
He releases her wrists and she immediately buries her hands in his soft golden waves, pulling him into a deep, searing kiss. She can taste the tang of her arousal on his lips, which serves to ignite the fire inside once again.
Katniss pushes the arm Peeta is balanced upon, causing him to fall onto his back and she wastes no time throwing her leg over his hips to straddle him. She takes advantage of the position and rubs her moist center along the full length of his hardened cock. Peeta grips her hips tightly, pushing himself up while pulling her down to achieve the most friction. Katniss begins to move faster as more wetness seeps out of her, coating them both in the slippery dew of her renewed arousal.
Peeta lifts his knees, and as Katniss slides back the angle of her hips changes, allowing his full length to enter her swiftly, to the hilt. They both pause at the abrupt change in sensation, chests heaving and flush with desire.
With a wicked grin, Katniss begins to move again in short, deliberate strokes in an attempt to draw out the inevitable. Each pass along his length brings her clit into direct contact with his skin and she can feel another orgasm building inside of her.
As if sensing this, Peeta slides his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. "That's it, Katniss. Let me watch you come again." He encourages her by rolling her straining nipples between his fingers and matching her movements with gentle thrusts of his own.
Peeta's cocks brushes against the spongy sweet spot deep inside with each pass and it's not long before the room is filled once again with Katniss' impassioned cries as she shatters and falls apart around him.
The feel of her slick walls clutching his cock is enough to send Peeta racing to the edge. He grabs her hips again and begins to thrust faster, holding her tightly as he slams into her.
"Let go, baby. Come for me, Peeta." She croons as she reaches behind and gently tugs on his sac, making him grunt in appreciation. Peeta's hips whip up against Katniss once, twice then he stills, coming in great spurts inside of her as he shouts her name to the ceiling.
Katniss collapses next to Peeta on the bed, where he lays panting and motionless. As she smoothes the sweaty waves from his forehead, he turns his head and gives her a look full of love and devotion.
"That settles it." He starts softly, his voice hoarse from his earlier shouting. "You are officially the sexy one in this relationship."
Katniss kisses him on the nose then replies with a smile, "I think I can live with that. But I don't ever want to see these sheets or those awful briefs ever again."
"Deal." Peeta replies as they both break down into peals of laughter.