I have no Internet so I had to write this out on my phone. Sorry for any errors.
3 months later
I make my way down the sidewalk after parking my car. Climbing the stairs and unlocking my door I sigh and kick the last bits of snow off of my boots. There's nothing worse than the fucking winter. It's cold and my joints ache from old high school soccer injuries making me even more grumpy than usual. When I finally open the door I'm surprised to hear the sounds of people in my kitchen, especially since I live alone.
Making my way down the hallway I toss my purse on the banister of the stairs. The sound of Gale booming about the "longest fucking car ride of his life" brings a smile to my face. However once I begin to wonder how exactly he got into my house my smile fades into quite the scowl.
Flinging open the door I spot Gale and Finnick siting at my island, looking completely at home. They spot me and Finnick, who's seems already half drunk, stands and picks me up in a bear hug.
"Katniss! Surprise!" He shakes me side to side and I go limp hoping he gets the hint. He doesn't and walks me over to the island instead, plopping me down onto a stool.
"As excited as I am to see you two baboons I'm a little worried that my house is too easy to break into."
Gale grins at me and pushes a beer my way.
"Please Katniss. We know you keep your window cracked when you sleep." He waggled his eyebrows at me and I blush. Ever since he and Finnick found out about me and Peeta they've been insufferable.
Not that there is a me and Peeta. I haven't talked to him since I left home. Our parting was too much for me anyways. I cried and he looked... Lost. He didn't say anything, just kissed me on the forehead before walking out of the apartment while I sat amongst all my boxes. It was rough.
I sit quietly staring at my beer, picking at the label until I hear Finnick clear his throat.
"How are you doing Kat?"
I shake myself out of my daze and attempt to smile at him.
"I'm ok. How's... Home?" My eyes dart from his face to my hands on the table. Fucking pathetic.
"Home is... Different. Quiet. Despondent even." My head shoots up and I see Gale and Finnick share a look before looking at me.
"Home is here actually. At the liquor store. He's been fucking fidgeting since we got an hour out so we sent him on an errand."
My heart slams into my chest.
"He's here?"
Finnick looks guilty and nods his head.
"We couldn't not tell him Kat. It's fucking pathetic. He's like a goddamn puppy who got kicked. All. The. Time."
"Yeah. What exactly did you do to him? Is your pussy that magical?" Gale grins at me and I attempt to give him one back but it doesn't quite work.
"He was the one who didn't want me Gale. Not the other way around."
Gale scrunches his eyebrows together and begins to say something before Finnick interrupts.
"Well Fuck him then. Now, have you been out yet? How hot are the Capitol interns?"
I roll my eyes but this time I manage a smile.
"Nope I figured I'd wait until you fools showed up. And as for the Capitol interns I couldn't tell you. I mean I know they can run in skirts though because I saw one booking it across the street the other day."
Finnick whoops and Gale laughs, and I in turn smile at them both.
"I'm really glad you guys are here. This is the first time this place has felt like home."
"Aw we've missed you too Catnip." Gale winks at me. "Now get your ass in the shower and put on something revealing. We are all getting laid tonight!"
I laugh at him and make my way up stairs.
As I shower I find my mind drifting to Peeta. More specifically the fact that Peeta is here is D.C. And then, surpassing my enormous capacity to long for him in just the nick of time, I begin to finally - Blissfully - get angry at him. Because Gale is right. What I bring to the table sexually is amazing. I'm also smart, moderately attractive... I've turned down multiple dates because for the past year I started to believe I wasn't good enough for anyone at all if I wasn't good enough for Peeta.
By the time I'm standing in front of my closet I'm in a full on rage. And I do something I've never done before.
I set out to show him how badly he fucked up.
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When I finally emerge from my room I can hear all the boys downstairs, music playing in the background. I check my emotions, and steel myself against any of old Katniss' pathetic Peeta love. Tonight he won't be feeling love from me. He'll be watching me from afar just like I used to watch him. I can be an ice bitch if I want and tonight I definitely want.
When I finally reach the bottom of the stairs, Finnick's head turns my way and his jaw goes slack.
"Dibs!"
I grin at him before seductively winking.
"Oh baby I'm no ones to claim, but I'm sure we can have some fun."
He grins at me and Gale finally joins him in the space of the living room that allows him to see me at the bottom of the stairs where I stand switching purses.
"Holy fucking god Catnip. When did you get tits?"
I roll my eyes at him. My dress, which is a sleeved skin tight black mini dress really leaves nothing to the imagination. Paired with some below the knee fitted and heeled boots I look like I walked out of someone's wet dream. Or more specifically a dream that Peeta had once told me about when he was black out drunk in high school.
Bless my memory.
When he finally joins Gale and Finnick his reaction tells me he remember his dream, his eyes round as saucers. I fight against a smile and scowl instead.
"Peeta."
He swallows thickly.
"Katniss. Hey. I hope it's ok I came."
I walk into the well lit living room so he can see that I put eyeliner on and did my hair in waves. Walking past them towards the bar I plaster on my most fake smile.
"Of course not. We're friends, why on earth would I mind?" Cocking my head slightly to the left I take a sip out of the beer I now hold in my hand.
I see him frown slightly before answering,
"Yeah you're right."
I lean against the side of the marble counter.
"People tend to tell me that." My eyes never leave his as I drink from my bottle. I let myself look until I stop drinking and turn to Finnick who wears an amused expression.
"Alright Finn where are we going?"
I don't know where we are, but I do know I hate it. The music is awful, the lights are threatening to send me into my first seizure, and it smells like sweat and sex.
I tell myself that My mood has nothing to do with the fact that I'm fucking horny, finishing what's left of my drink and checking the time. 1:39. We will be leaving soon and besides buying drinks all Peeta has fucking done tonight is watch me. He watched me dance with a guy for over thirty minutes. He watched us exchange numbers because the guy had to leave early. He watched me stand in line to get my 6th drink. And now he's watching me as I call for a cab. It's what I wanted. I wanted him to watch and I wanted him to feel pain and hopefully jealousy. The plan worked out.
What I hadn't planned was how much him watching me all night with his face screwed up in anger and jealously would fucking turn me on. Fuck it. I know I'm going to do it so it might as well be on my terms.
Turning I make eye contact with him, not once looking away as I talk to the cab company. Only when I hang up does he move, and I morph into the crowd to find Finnick and Gale before he can get to me. When I drag them out moments later he's standing next to the door waiting. I look at him quickly before ignoring his small smile. He thinks I've caved and he's partially right. But I'm still so angry at him it burns into my core.
I haven't had sex in months now, and the guy I was entertaining bringing home has already left. So I've caved. But I won't let myself think that I've caved because of his fucking stupid sad blue eyes watching me all night, including right now as we all pile into the taxi.
The ride home is silent, as Gale passed out almost as soon as his ass hit his seat and Finnick is entertained by the passing lights. I can feel his stare on the back of my head but I stay facing forward in the passengers seat. Pulling bills out of my wallet I hand them to the driver when we pull up in front of my house. I briskly walk to my front door and the boys amble on behind me.
Finnick immediately heads towards the bottom floor office, which has a futon and Gale barely makes it to the couch before falling down in exhaustion. Peeta stands in the entry way as I begin to climb the stairs and I look back at him over my shoulder.
"Follow me."
I don't ask if he wants to. I'm fucking done asking questions. I am getting what's mine.
He follows me quickly into my room and closes the door behind himself. I begin to take off my boots, not once looking at him before he speaks.
"Katniss, I've -"
I hold up a finger and he stops.
"No. You and me are done talking. Shut up and take off your pants."
He hesitates for a long while and I roll my eyes as I slip out of my dress.
"Or go downstairs and and I'll text Mark. I don't care either way." (Liar liar pants on fire.)
"Who the hell is Mark?" He asks as he stands unmoving.
I begin to take my earrings out and watch him.
"You should know, you watched us dancing all night."
I fling the earrings down onto my table and walk towards my closet.
"Now. Either do what I asked or get out."
His nostrils flare for a moment but he loses his clothes in record time. He's fully hard and I raise my eyebrows. Reaching into my closet I pull out a tie and turn towards him.
"Lay down and put your hands over your head." He eyes me warily but does as I ask. I walk over to him and when he reaches out to touch my side I back away. He furrows his eyebrows but puts his arms back in place and I quickly secure them. When I don't immediately join him and begin walking back to my closet instead, he speaks up.
"Where are you going?"
"You may be ready to go but I'm not."
I search through my drawer looking for my vibrator. When I return I see him craning his neck to look at me.
"You know if you untie me I can help get you ready." He smiles at me. I don't return it.
"I've been handling it fine by myself for the past few months. I'll be fine thanks."
He smile is gone instantly and I ignore the stabbing feeling in my gut. I continue on my mission despite it and he resumes watching me, even more skeptical than before.
When I peel off my remaining clothing and sit down in my vanity chair with my legs spread, his mouth falls open. When I begin to rub my clit he starts to squirm, and when I turn the vibrator on and replace my fingers, moving them to my nipple he forgets about his restraints entirely and tries to get up.
Ignoring his plight I close my eyes, my legs spreading open wider. I moan and let myself get lost. When I come the first time I finally open my eyes and almost laugh at the glazed expression he's wearing.
Instead of laughing I switch the vibrator off and toss it down. Walking over to him I climb onto the bed.
"Have you fucked anyone else?" I ask him and he shakes his head.
"No, no one."
I nod at him and straddle his lap, wrapping my hand around his dick, causing him to let out a long sigh. I run the head against my clit and down to my opening, covering him thanks to how wet I am, and I chance a look at him when I begin to slowly sink down onto his cock.
His eyes roll back in his head. Mine do a little too.
"Katniss." He breathes my name and I feel my facade begin to crack. I realize that if I want any chance at escaping this alive it's going to have to be hard, fast, and dirty.
Luckily I've been working out a lot. Bending my back i reach behind myself to grab onto my calves as an anchor, and let loose.
I ride him so hard and fast that the first time I come I don't feel it approach. I don't say his name. I don't let myself, instead spewing a string of profanities. When I hazard a look at him his eyes are closed and I feel the anger boil inside.
"Open your eyes. You fucking watched me all night. I expect you to Watch me now." His eyes fly open and lock onto mine when I finish speaking, the blue shades darker than usual.
"Fuck Katniss I'm going to come."
I don't let up my pace. For fucks sake I'm going to come again just from seeing his eyes.
"Well then do it." I snarl and he moans loudly. A few moments later I feel him come inside of me, and I follow him after a single moment.
Before climbing off of him I lean up and untie his wrists, which are an angry red color now. I think about apologizing but decide against it, instead getting out of bed and going to clean myself up.
When I come back a few minutes later, my bed is empty, and I can hear the guest door shut down the hall.