Alright, so next chapter is up with just a bit of raunchiness. Remember that I'm not changing their names, but we're pretending that their names are as common as John Smith.
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"I have to pee! Pull over, Peeta!"
"How about we compromise," Peeta reaches into the backseat for something. "Here!" He hands Katniss a bottle. "Pee in there. We're making good time."
"Peeta! I'm not a boy! I can't just pee in a bottle!"
"Our first fight as a married couple." Peeta laughs. Katniss hits him. "I'm driving, woman!"
"Pull over! And don't call me woman!"
"Women." Peeta pulls over to the shoulder. She quickly unbuckles her seatbelt and jumps out of the car. She hears a second door close just as she's about to walk into the woods.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Katniss asks him.
"You think I'm going to let you walk into the forest, in pitch blackness, in the middle of no where, alone?" Peeta clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
"Well, I'm not letting you watch me, you perv!"
"We're married now. This is known as compromise. You didn't like my bottle idea. I don't like you walking alone into the forest. So I'm going with you." He grabs her hand and basically drags her into the wooded area.
After about a minute of walking, Katniss finally takes her hand back.
"We're not really married!" She yells.
"Say it louder, why don't you! Why don't you just go find Snow and tell him 'hey I'm right here!'"
They stare at each other defiantly, until Peeta clears his throat. He looks around. "This should do nicely." Katniss stares at him in disbelief.
"At least go over there by those trees." Katniss pushes him in that direction.
"Fine. See, you're getting the hang of this compromise thing." He goes and stands out of sight, but still in listening range. After about a minute of not hearing anything, he calls out to her. "I don't hear anything!"
"Shut up! This is hard enough with Agent Creep lurking a few feet away!" Katniss sighs. This was the only privacy she was going to get out here.
Peeta leans impatiently against a tree. He's about to yell at her again, when he hears her singing. It wasn't a song he was familiar with, but coming out of her mouth, her voice, it sounded like a symphony. It was beautiful.
Peeta was so lost in thought that he hadn't heard her finish. He only noticed when she walked past him and headed for the car. He had to break into a light jog to catch up with her. They both got into the car. Peeta continued driving in silence until eventually, he spoke up.
"You have a beautiful voice."
Katniss scoffs, "I might have taken that as a compliment had you not heard me while I was peeing!"
"Why do I have a feeling you wouldn't have taken it as a compliment regardless of the situation?"
"Don't try to psycho analyze me, Peeta! I'm not one of your perps!"
"I know that. You're a beautiful young woman, with an equally beautiful voice."
Katniss looked over at him. She knew he was being sincere. So she thought being nice would suffice. "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" Peeta says with a smirk. "Maybe one day, you can sing for me. You know without the sound of tinkling in the background." Katniss hits him again. Peeta just laughs and Katniss couldn't help but laugh along.
"You really think we should be doing this?" Katniss breathlessly asked him.
"Mmhm, I'm the boss. You have to do what I say," Peeta kissed his way up her neck. Katniss laughs.
"I thought I was the boss?" He shakes his head at her.
"Let's just agree to disagree." He captures her lips in a deep kiss. Katniss breaks the kiss.
"You and your compromises!" She crashes her lips back onto his. Peeta picks her up. Katniss wraps her legs around his waist. He throws her onto the bed. She supports herself on her elbows watching him in front of her.
"Do as I do." He tells her in a deep, sensual voice. Peeta pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his well toned upper body. Katniss' eyes widen lustfully. He just stood there waiting for her. After a while of shared raised eyebrows, Katniss takes the hint and pulls off her shirt. She throws it at him, which he catches with a smile. He begins to unbuckle his pants. Katniss knows what to do this time. She quickly goes for her belt and pushes her pants to her ankles. Peeta pulls them off the rest of the way, before crawling over her. His lips lower to hers, but he doesn't kiss her. He teases her, dipping his head to her lips, grazing them, but never touching. Katniss runs her hands up his chest down to his boxers.
"Take them off!" She whispers to him. He smiles at her.
"Katniss." He opens his mouth for her, but he's still teasing her. She laughs before running her hands into his boxers. She grabs a hold of him. Katniss begins stroking him. He drops his head to the crook of her neck and moans.
"You're so big, Peeta."
"Katniss!" He trails kisses up her neck, to her ear. "Wake up!"
"What?" She turns her head to him.
"Wake up, Katniss!"
"What?!" Katniss opens her eyes. Peeta stands a few feet from the open passenger side door, his hands up innocently.
"Wake up! We're here." Katniss slowly makes her way out of the car, never taking her eyes off Peeta. Why the hell was she dreaming of him? Because he was hot! This was supposed to be a terrible, horrible situation and she was having sex dreams? Of Peeta? Her pretend husband? She inwardly groaned.
"What?" Peeta looks at her with a smile.
"Do I talk in my sleep?" Peeta puts his hand on the back of his head. He gives her a shy smile.
"A little." Katniss instantly brings her hand to her face. She shakes her head slowly. Oh no.
"What did I say?" The words come out mumbled against her hand, but Peeta hears her.
"Well, you said my name…a few times. Something about compromises…And apparently, something was big." Peeta shrugs his shoulders. "Sounded interesting. But anyway, come on." He grabs her hand bringing her to the front of the house. "Ta-da!"
Katniss was supposed to be focusing on their house. Instead, she was focused on their hands being intertwined. She felt the heat where they were connected. She involuntarily shuddered. The electricity coursing through her was undeniable. Katniss was pretty sure she was still a bit aroused from her dream. This was going to be awkward.
"Katniss?" Peeta squeezes her hand, trying to get her attention. She smiles up at him, then looks over to the house. It was a huge, newly built, colonial home. The two-story house was a dark grey color with white shutters. The beautiful dark green lawn had just been mowed further accentuating the color of the house. All in all, New Jersey was pretty nice.
"Maybe we should start unpacking." Katniss starts to pull away.
"Wait!" Peeta pulls her back to him. Katniss sighs. All she wanted to do was get away from him. His close proximity was only making it worse. She tried showing her annoyance, but Peeta only laughs. "Give me a minute! I've never done this before." Peeta pulls a small box out of his pocket and drops to one knee.
"Peeta," Katniss wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary, but she was sure he would go through with it anyway.
"Katniss, I know nothing about you. Except…that you're stubborn to no end," Katniss audibly sighs and rolls her eyes. "Impatient." Peeta laughs at her again. "You're one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen." She turns to look at him, locking her gaze with his. "You know you have grey eyes?" He quickly shakes his head, "Of course you know you have grey eyes. Oh, and you have the voice of an angel." He pulls her hand from its side and puts the ring on her finger. "Seeing as you have no choice in the matter…" He lowers his voice, "I hope I can make this amicable for you." He stands and embraces her in a hug, in case someone was watching them. "Now kiss me for good measure."
"Demanding!" She tells him with a laugh and pushes him away. Peeta leans in closer.
"Come on!" He whispers to her. She rolls her eyes again. This couldn't be good for them. Peeta was already leaned in. Katniss turns her head up and catches his lips. They should have just left it as a chaste kiss, but when Peeta wrapped her in his arms, tighter and comfortably, Katniss fell into an equally comfortable rhythm against his lips. She suddenly felt alive in his kiss. The feeling was overpowering her, but she couldn't let that happen. Katniss quickly pulled back from his kiss. Still in his arms, she searched his eyes for anything. She wasn't sure what she was looking at when she gazed at his blue eyes. Amusement? Caring? Lust?
Peeta hoped his body wouldn't betray him. He knew he was excellent at his job, but this was different. This was his first co-op undercover assignment. He's also worked with women before, but something about Katniss…Peeta couldn't put his finger on it. There was no denying that he was attracted to her. He wasn't lying when he had called her beautiful, because she was. A beauty he had never come across. And she was stubborn; it would be a losing battle to ask her to do what she was told. He liked the challenge, but it also made him worry. Stubbornness would get her killed if Snow or anyone of his group got a hold of her. But he also found that his concern was mixed in with his own personal need to make sure nothing happened to her. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to her for what? To be with her? Because he liked her? Peeta couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way of his job.
"You know you have blue eyes?" Katniss asks him, mirroring his obvious question from earlier. Peeta shakes his head to clear the thoughts. They both smile at each other.
"Hey there, neighbors!" Both Katniss and Peeta turn to see a man walking up their driveway.
Peeta kisses Katniss' temple. He uses that chance to whisper to her. "Let me do the talking." He kisses her again before leading them over to the stranger. "How's it going?" Peeta says while extending his hand out to the man.
"We've been waiting to see who moved in here!" The man shakes Peeta's hand, then goes for Katniss' hand. "I'm Finnick! I live across the street!"
"I'm Peeta. This is my wife, Katniss." Peeta possessively squeezes Katniss into his side. He didn't like this Finnick guy. He was a tall, bronze haired, green eyed, good looking guy. Peeta couldn't help the jealous feelings he got with Finnick so close to Katniss. Not to mention the blush she wore on her face. Peeta's face got real serious. Yep, he didn't like Finnick.
Little did Peeta know, that the blush that graced Katniss' face was because of Peeta. She had been borderline when he placed kisses on the side of her head. But when he placed his arm around her waist, tightened his hold, and pressed their bodies together, the fire ran through her again. Damn that man. What could Katniss do, but make the best of the situation. Katniss just rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes, reveling in his warmth.
"Well, I'm happy to be the first one to welcome you home!" Finnick laughs. "Would you guys be open to a welcome dinner tonight?" Peeta looked down at Katniss, who had her eyes closed against his chest.
"Uh, well, we're kind of tired tonight. Maybe some other night." Frankly, Peeta didn't want to have dinner with Finnick. No way he was going to let Katniss anywhere near him. Maybe Finnick was one of Snow's agent and then Peeta could kill him. Yea that would be nice.
"Tomorrow night, then?" Peeta started to shake his head to decline, "My wife and I insist." Peeta instantly perked up at the mention of a wife. Maybe Finnick wasn't interested in Katniss. Peeta could hope and he could only dodge Finnick's, apparently, persistent invitations.
"Sure, Finnick! Why not?"
"Great! We will see you tomorrow night then!" They wave goodbye and watch Finnick leave.
"Katniss," He shakes her gently. Katniss opens her eyes and looks up at him. "Go inside and get some sleep. I'll take care of the bags."
"No, Peeta. It's okay-" She starts.
"Go ahead Katniss." He begins to push her towards the house.
"No, Peeta-" She walks back towards him. He sighs before pulling her into him, causing their lips to meet. It's a sweet kiss. Their lips mold softly over each others. There's no rush in this kiss. It's slow and sensual. Peeta pulls back after a minute.
"Go." His voice is low, authoritative.
"Okay." She pulls away from him and heads towards the house. Once inside, she shuts the door and leans against it. What the house looked like on the inside wasn't of any interest to her. As she leaned there, all she could think was that this situation, was going to be a lot more complicated then she thought. That, and the fact that she was going to dream about him tonight. Damn that man.