Present Day.
Katniss has never enjoyed a wedding so much in her life.
Now blissfully barefoot on the dancefloor, she fulfils her lifelong wish of badly doing themacarenawith Peeta. The two stumble around, deeply out of time with the music, as they laugh like no one is watching. Katniss feels high on the energy between them. Drunk on the way that Peeta is looking at her, with his cheeks rosy and eyes sparkling.
She can't believe that they kissed.
They. Kissed.
Katniss can't help but feel like a weight has been lifted. For so long she has been pretending, and now she can just finally,be.
As the music transitions to another, slower, song, Katniss throw herself into Peetas arms, giggling as she rests her head on his chest. She can feel the thumping of his heart through the material of his shirt, the sweet smell of his sweat beneath his cologne, enticing her to bury her nose deeper into the material.
"We are a pair ofterribledancers Kat," Peeta remarks, his arms finding their way to her waist as a slow song plays. His hands feel so natural on her, and she melts into the touch greedily.
Katniss slings her arms around his neck, gazing up at him. Their height difference is scarce, so it would take just a nudge forward to kiss him right now. She doesn't even recognize herself anymore. Katniss has never been this foolish over anyone.
Anyone observing the pair would assume that they are drunk. However, only two glasses of champagne had been consumed between the two. Katniss felt drunk simply from being around Peeta. Tipsy from the way his cerulean eyes gazed down at her with so much adoration.
"How long?" Katniss asked, her voice a whisper, the words only for Peeta's ears.
Peeta seemed to immediately know what she was asking. His hands rubbed the silk of her dress as he leaned forward, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Forever Katniss. Forever."
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Nine Years Ago.
PEETA.
Looking around the hall, Peeta was sure that he hadn't seen the songbird yet.
He could feel Cato Collin's eyes fixated on him, his confusion evident on his face as Peeta sat alone, observing the dining hall with a ferocious curiosity. He remained determined to not glance at his friends, knowing that if he met their gaze, it could shatter all of the confidence that he had spentsolong building.
He couldn't get her voice out of his head, and the sweet melody that had fallen from her lips had entranced him in a way that he would never forget. He stared down at his stuffed lunchbox, slightly embarrassed at the amount of food contained in it. His father always insisted that the way to win friends was through their stomachs, and Peeta didn't have the heart to tell his father that the reason that he had no friends wasbecauseof his stomach.
Peeta was brought from his brooding at the sight of the songbird floating into the hall. Her lunchbox swung at her side, indicating its emptiness. Peeta had noticed this weeks ago, how she sat every lunchtime with an empty lunchbox, pretending to eat the thin air around her.
She was unlike any other girl he had ever seen before. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in two thick braids, so unlike the bright-haired girls that he grew up with. Her frame was unnaturally slim, and her skin was a deep olive — making Peeta look like a milk bottle in comparison. However, it was her eyes that Peeta loved the most, grey and unforgiving, and he was utterly fascinated by them.
Peeta mustered up all of his courage as he stood up, approaching the table with his chest puffed out. He had prepared exactly what he was going to say.
"Hey," He said as he stood before her. She was taller than him, which wasn't hard to be. So, her wide, grey eyes looked down at him as he brought her from a daydream.
"Hi," She replied, her voice timid. So unlike the strong, sweet notes that had flowed from her when she had sung earlier that afternoon.
"Can I sit?" Peeta asks, his heart thumping in his chest. He pushed his heavy glasses up his nose, self-conscious of how her eyes were boring into his pudgy frame.
"What's your problem Peter?" Katniss spat out defensively as if Peeta was playing a cruel prank on her. Peeta felt disappointment as the wrong name fell from her mouth. He had memorised her name. Katniss. Kat-niss. It was so different and yet so familiar. Peeta had never met another Katniss.
Peeta. My name is Peeta Mellark." Peeta corrected, standing as tall as he could in front of her. Katniss raised a quizzical brow at him as he did so.
"Why do you want to sit with me, Peeta Mellark?"
Her question burned his ears as the real answer popped into his head.
Because you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
"My dad over-packed my lunch this morning, and I thought if I sat here you could help me eat some of it?" Peeta answered, finding that Katniss would not appreciate his true feelings. Even Peeta could tell just how guarded she was.
"Why me?" Katniss asked, her eyes looking so big that Peeta thought he might get lost in them.
Peeta made quick work of unzipping his lunchbox, taking the food out and making sure Katniss understood that it was all for sharing. Her face fell agape as she saw the food, and for once, Peeta wasn't embarrassed by the amount.
"Because I liked the way you sang today, and… my friends are mean," Peeta answered truthfully, stealing a glance at his old lunch table, seeing that their stares were fixated on him and Katniss. His stomach flips uncomfortably as he thinks of how he has possibly brought their wrath upon Katniss.
"You heard me?" Katniss asked, the surprise evident in her voice as she blinked those big eyes at Peeta. He was amused at this new expression he had managed to unlock. Finding out that Katniss Everdeen had more emotions other than 'annoyed' was Peeta's favourite new thing.
Fuelled by this, Peeta chose to be daring with his next few words. "Yeah. I think you should sing all the time, it's very pretty."
He was slightly embarrassed by the candour in this tone, but he was rewarded by the way Katniss' face turned scarlet at his compliment. She picked up one of Peeta's rolls, taking a bite from the soft bread, Katniss asked him, "Why are your friends mean?"
Now it was Peeta's time to turn crimson. He felt his chubby cheeks heat at her frank tone, and he answered. "They call me names, I'm sure you've heard them."
Peeta reluctantly turns to look at his table of good ol friends, their giggles ringing in his ears as he does so. He feels his cheeks heat as he realises that he has now greenlit Cato Collins to torment him further.
"Yo! Pudgy Peet. Save some food for later eh?" Cato called, his voice booming throughout the hall. Peeta could feel his stomach drop at the humiliation. Why would Katniss want to sit with someone so pathetic?
He couldn't even bear to meet Katniss' eye as he tugged at his shirt, begging for it to be looser. He found himself shrinking in his seat as the table howled in laughter.
"What is their problem?" Katniss spat, her hands in tight fists as she glared at the table. Peeta managed to climb out of his shame spiral to spare her a look. He was glad that she wasn't laughing with them.
"Ignore them," Peeta mumbled as he nervously chewed his roll. His cheeks had to be a ridiculous colour, he felt the heat of his embarrassment all over his face. Why couldn't he just benormal. All he wanted to do was look good in front of Katniss.
Peeta thought he was seeing things when he saw Katniss rise out of her seat at the lunch table and make her way over to Cato Collin's table, every single one of her steps showing her pure anger.
Peeta scrambled out of his seat to join her, following behind her just in case. He had no idea what was going on in the songbird's mind.
"Hello Seam Slut, got yourself thebiggestboyfriend have you?" Cato goaded, sharing a cringe fist bump with his number one minion, David Marvel.
Peeta watched wide-eyed as Katniss' fists clenched even harder, and her grey eyes sparked with challenge. "Leave Peeta alone you asshole."
Marvelled by her sheer determination, Peeta felt his stomach jolt as he watched her. His eyes widened as he watched Cato's shocked facial expression. However, this was only for a moment, as Cato's default smug expression soon settled back on his haughty face.
"Oh," He said, standing up from his chair to be at Katniss' height. "Defensive are we?" His cronies allooohedas Cato stepped around the table, his arms crossed as he approached Katniss. Peeta took a step forward, standing next to Katniss.
"Don't worry Seam-Trash, Your father will come to the rescue!" Cato mocked, looking around him for approval, Clove Fields and Glimmer Matthews burst out in a peel of giggles.
Peeta felt his heart sink. Everybody knew that Katniss' dad was dead.
"Oh wait.." Cato finished, hissing out his last sentence as he leaned into Katniss, trying to intimidate her.
But Katniss was unlike anyone Peeta had ever met, so instead of cowering, she raised her fist, pummeling it into Cato's perfectly snotty face with a deeply satisfyingwhack.
Peeta watched the whole event occur, the now smug look on Katniss' face as Cato barrelled back, blood streaming out his nose rapidly.
It was then, at that very moment, that Peeta Mellark fell deeply and madly in love with the only person who had ever thought to defend him.
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Present Day.
"Really? Since then? But we were twelve!" Katniss exclaims, feeling bashful all of a sudden over Peeta's recounting of the day they met.
Peeta simply shrugs, a small smile on his face as he turns his stare back out to the night sky. The party had gone on well into the night, and to get some quiet, the couple found themselves out in the extensive garden, enjoying the balmy night air and the fresh scent of the damp grass.
"You can't have loved me for that long Peeta… It's just…" Katniss stops herself, closing her eyes and thinking of her at twelve, of her young starved body and that wild look in her eye. She had never even thought that she even compared to Peeta. She had just been some trash from the Seam. But Peeta… he had always been special.
"Oh Katniss, don't act like you didn't know," Peeta said, clearly a little bit embarrassed of his confession. He turned his head away slightly to look back up at the stars, his pride bruised slightly by Katniss' dismissal.
Katniss couldn't find the words as she gazed at Peeta's profile. His nose was so beautifully imperfect, his jaw firm and his cheeks still slightly soft. Katniss could close her eyes and open them again to see Peeta nine years ago. He had always been the same boy, the same wonderfully loving boy.
"I didn't," Katniss confessed in a whisper, unable to stop herself as her hand traced his jaw, a finger running along his face. She used her touch to turn his face towards her, forcing him to look at her.
"But I do now," Katniss continued, leaning forward and planting a slow, sweet kiss on Peeta's mouth.
Peeta reciprocated instantly, his protective wall melting as he cupped Katniss' jaw, bringing her further into his embrace. Katniss had never understood what the fuss was about kissing. She had done it on occasion, and she did not understand how two tongues mushing together could ever be so appealing.
But now, as her and Peeta's tongues meet, and a burning fire lights inside of her belly, she finally understands what she's been missing out on as Peeta's hands travel down to her waist, to the curve of her hip as they discover every inch of each other's mouths.
Her tummy burns with her desire for him, and she aches for the feel of his large hands as they rest on her hips, digging in slightly and thrilling her immensely. Her own hands had ended up engrossed in his thick, curly hair. His hair was one of her favourite things about him, loving how no matter the occasion, his hair always looked soft and fluffy to the touch.
She couldn't help herself as she dragged her nails over his scalp, tugging on the soft tufts of his hair.
Katniss.
A sinful moan had escaped from Peeta as Katniss tugged, and her name slipped from his mouth in a whine. Katniss wanted to bottle the sound, just so she could hear it again and again.
She couldn't help but groan against his mouth in return. She did not recognise herself at this moment. Who was this feral, horny, woman that Peeta Mellark had turned her into?
She simply craved more of his body, more of his touch. Peeta seemed to feel the same as his hands made their way to her legs. Katniss couldn't think of anything except for him. Peeta's touch, Peeta's hands, Peeta's mouth…Peeta.
She found herself moaning his name in return, and with one swift movement, Peeta had somehow lifted her from her spot on the stone bench and into his lap.
The shock of the movement caused Katniss to pull her mouth away from Peetas as she straddled his lap, one leg on either side of his middle. The two panted as they gazed into each other's eyes. Katniss couldn't believe how beautiful Peeta looked after being kissed. His eyes were glassy, and his mouth was tainted red from her lipstick. His hair was unruly, sticking up in so many places. Smugness washed over Katniss as she realised thatshehad done that to him.
"Oh shit," Peeta breathed out, looking down at where Katniss was sitting on his lap. Her satin dress had ridden up and had pooled at her waist, leaving her bare bronze legs on either side of him. One of her dress straps had fallen off of her shoulder, so her cleavage was more than visible to him. Katniss didn't even think of sorting herself out. She could only think of the way that Peeta was looking at her — like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"I'm sorry about that," Peeta said, gesturing to his forceful manhandling her into his lap.
Katniss smirked, loving just how flustered Peeta was getting. "I'm not sorry."
To make this a point, Katniss sank further down onto his lap. She could feel the delish outline of Peeta's hard cock against her as she did so, and she felt herself throb in delight.
Peeta's eyes widened as he realised what Katniss was doing, and a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure passed along his face.
"K-Kat, please," Peeta whimpered as Katniss sank again, desperate for the friction between them.
She had no idea how much she could enjoy seeing Peeta like this, beneath her and begging her. She had learned alotabout herself tonight.
"Peeta… I need you," Katniss whispered into Peeta's ear, watching as goosebumps lined the back of his neck as the words escaped her throat.
Peeta groaned again, pulling Katniss in and kissing her without control. Their tongues met again, this time sloppy and desperate as their bodies moved together.
"Katniss, I'll not be able to—" Peeta choked out as Katniss moved her heat across him. "I can't control myself if you keep doing that."
Katniss suddenly stopped, understanding Peeta's message and suddenly remembering that the two of them were outside, in the garden, for anyone to see them. She had no idea who she even was anymore, normal Katniss would have rather died than risked anyone ever catching her dry hump her best friend. However, Katniss seemed to welcome the idea.
Peeta looked thankful as Katniss hovered over his lap. Her hair had fallen over her face, and Peeta took a moment to tuck her hair behind her ear, kissing her delicately on her cheek as he did so.
"Katniss, you have no idea of the effect you have on me," Peeta whispered against her ear, his breath hot, sending a delicious squirm down her spine.
"And the first time we make love, it will not be on a hard stone bench for all of your mothers wedding party to see," Peeta continued, earning a giggle from Katniss as she embarrassingly remembered where they were.
"How about we find a room then?" Katniss asked before she could stop herself, her heart beating furiously against her chest.
Peeta's eyes widened as his hands held onto her waist, his thumb sweeping back and forth on her skin comfortably.
"Are you sure?" Peeta asked, all doe eyes.
"Haven't we waited long enough?" Katniss asks, finding the strength to get off Peeta's lap and back onto the plush grass.
She extended a hand to Peeta, a cheeky smile on her face as he looked up to her in wonder.
"I fucking love you, Katniss Everdeen," Peeta said, taking Katniss' hand and following her lead as the two made their way back into the building.
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Two and Years Earlier.
PEETA
"All you ever want to do is hang around with her!"
"She's my best friend Cashmere!"
They were having their first-ever proper fight. It's been alongtime coming. But with Peeta and his ever-growing fear of confrontation, he liked to avoid arguing whenever possible. Which was a problem within itself as all that did was cause the tension to build and one day snap.
And it seemed like that day had finally come.
"It's always about Katniss. Oh Katniss this,Katnissthat. It's never about me, I'm yourgirlfriendPeeta!"
Peeta had no idea how to dignify that with a response, it felt like all he had done was prioritise Cashmere and ignore Katniss over the last few months.
"You can't be this angry because she's coming to Panem State with me in the fall," Peeta scoffed. The bedroom around them is a bomb site, with Peeta's clothes covering most of the floor. This fight had conveniently started as Peeta had started packing for school, and had dropped the apparent bomb that was Katniss getting accepted into Panem State University.
Cashmere let out a growl of frustration, "youknowthat's not why I'm angry Peeta! God you are infuriatingly stupid!"
Peeta felt a pang deep in his chest as Cashmere roared at him. His stomach churned as she yelled, echoing vulgar words that had only ever fallen from his mother's mouth. He immediately felt himself growing smaller, shrinking underneath the harsh scrutiny. This wasn't entirely Cashmere's fault — she had no idea about his mother.
This is why Peeta hates arguing.
"How can I be the stupid one Cashmere? You are freaking out simply because Katniss is going to the same university as us!" Peeta bit back, his frustration overtaking his fear.
Cashmere throws her hands in the air, and for a split second, Peeta fears that when they come back down, they are going to be used on him. This again, is irrational, and Cashmere's hands land back on her hips.
"I am freaking out because I thought we were going to finally be alone together at college, and thisobsessionthat you have with her will end!"
Peeta is simply bemused by this, and he audibly scoffs at the accusation as he drags a hand through his sweaty hair.
"Obsession? With who?Katniss?" Peeta asks, but of course, he already knows the answer.
Cashmere offers her own sardonic laugh. Her arms are crossed as she looks at Peeta. She's beautiful, there's no denying it. She's bronzed all over, with blonde hair that simply glimmers in the sunlight, but there has always been something not quite right beneath the surface, something fake lurking beneath her perfect exterior.
"Peeta, don't treat me like a fool. I know that you're in love with her."
The words hit Peeta like a tonne of bricks.
It has never been said aloud, or put so bluntly in front of him. But even as Cashmere stands in front of him, with a mocking smirk, he feels as if someone has taken his deepest secret from him.
"I-I'm not inlovewith Katniss," Peeta sputters after a lengthy moment. Cashmere laughs again, but the pain is back on her face. Peeta wishes he were anywhere else, withanyoneelse.
"It's only a matter of time Peeta," Cashmere spits as she jumps into action, walking around his tiny room and retrieving her bag from within a pile of sweatshirts.
Peeta watches her grab her things, and he is almost frozen as he looks at her preparing to leave. He simply cannot find it within himself to pretend to beg her to stay.
"It's only a matter of time before sherejectsyou," Cashmere finishes her sentence as she stands before him, her bag heaved onto her shoulder. "And I won't be around to use as a shoulder to cry on, we're done."
And with that gut-wrenching sentence, Cashmere walked out of Peeta's room. Leaving him to hear those words ringing in his head.
It's only a matter of time before she rejects you.
Peeta felt the tears swell in his eyes, not for his relationship, but for the realisation that Cashmere was right. He would never be good enough for Katniss Everdeen.
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Present Day.
Katniss' grip on Peeta's hand is tight as she leads him through the hallway. The music from the party is still echoing in the walls as she begs for there to be an empty room, one, preferably, without a dead animal carcass in it this time.
Peeta is padding behind Katniss, following her diligently. She loves the swirl of excitement she feels in her belly as she looks back at him. He looks wild, his hair standing up, his shirt rumpled and his eyes molten. Katniss quickens her pace, eager as ever to find a room.
Katniss is so distracted by her endeavour that she completely misses her little sister exiting the bathroom in front of them.
"Kitty!"
The voice of Primrose brings both Peeta and Katniss to a standstill. Katniss turns her gaze away from Peeta's wide eyes to see Prim briskly walking towards the both of them.
"There you two are,god, you abandoned me for ages! I had to talk to Dr Delancey's boring old relatives. And you even missed the cake cut—" Prim's voice trails off as she glances down, spotting Katniss and Peeta's interlocked fingers. She takes a moment to assess the two, and Katniss knows that she is done for.
Prim's judgemental gaze lands on Katniss' rumpled dress, Peeta's undone collar, and the look of lovesickness emanating from the both of them. Slowly, Prim lets a smug smile land on her face.
"Oh," Prim says, and Katniss begs Prim with her eyes not to embarrass her. The youngest Everdeen strategically ignores her sister's silent pleas.
"So it's finally happened huh?" Prim asks, an evil glint in her eye as she crosses her arms, Katniss cringing at how Prim has sussed them out so quickly.
Katniss turns to Peeta, noticing a slightly smug look on his face as he gives her hand a quick squeeze. "What do you mean Prim? We've been dating for almost a month now," Peeta says testingly.
Katniss feels caught, of course, Peeta now knows that she broke one of the rules of Operation Bread-Arrow.
Prim feigns a look of agreement. "Of course, what am I even talking about…"
Katniss wants to die under the embarrassment of it all, her little sister being so damn annoying, and Peeta acting so smug for finding out she went against the rules.
"Whatever you two. Come on Peeta, we've got to…" Katniss trails off as she tugs Peeta towards her, desperately wanting to escape.
"Find an excuse to leave?" Prim finishes, rolling her eyes and flicking her blonde locks over her shoulder. "Don't worry love-birds, I won't interrupt. There's cake to be eaten anyways!"
Prim swishes away from them, sneakily winking at Katniss as she does so.
"It was rule one, Everdeen," Peeta chides as they walk down the hallway. Peeta bumps his shoulder with Katniss'.
Katniss rolls her eyes, "In my defense, I didn't tell her until last night," Katniss replies, bumping Peeta right back. Their fingers have remained interlocked this entire time, and it feels so natural to hold Peeta's hand as they walk.
"Well shit," Peeta laughs. "I guess I'm worse than you," he continues.
Katniss scrunches her eyebrows and looks up at him with a confused expression. "What do you mean?"
"I told Finnick weeks ago," Peeta admitted bashfully, and Katniss smiled devilishly.
"Iknewit! You little rule-breaker!" Katniss laughs, stopping walking so she can look at Peeta properly.
"We're both a couple of vagabonds, Everdeen, as we're about to break one of our most important rules."
Katniss felt a jolt of excitement enter her belly as she watched Peeta's eyes flicker down to her lips. She remembers the taste of them, and she's practically desperate to feel them again.
"And remind me what that one is?"
"Rule number three — no sex," Peeta breathed out. The two were now facing, with Peeta sliding a hand to Katniss' waist. The air felt thicker as they breathed each other in, noses bumping as they reached in for a slow, tender kiss.
Katniss snaked her hands around Peeta's neck, pressing herself against the hard line of his body, uncaring as to how they remained smack dab in the middle of the hallway, with the possibility of anybody seeing them at any moment.
"Kitty," Peeta sighed against Katniss' lips as he pulled apart. His thumb was tracing her cheek, and his lips looked so perfectly kissed.
"I've got a room, and as much as I'd love pinning you up against the wall right here in the hallway, I don't think you'd appreciate your extended family seeingthatlook on your face." Peeta reaches into his pocket and produces a key, and Katniss' blush must be contagious because Peeta's face has turned crimson too.
Katniss grabs Peeta's hand once more, urging him on. "Come on then Mellark, let's go break some rules."
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Two Weeks Ago
PEETA
Peeta pushes his thick glasses up his nose as he looks up at his best friend, regretting ever forgoing his precious contacts for the day.
"Isaid, Odair, that me and Katniss are dating," Peeta repeated, annoyance rife in his tone.
Finnick rests his forearm against the wooden table, and Peeta already hates the smirk that has found its way upon his stupidly perfect face.
"And I said, Mellark, I callbullshit."
Peeta sighs, pushing himself away from the desk, several heads turn to stare their beady eyes at him, reminding him that they are in fact, still in Panem State's library. And Finnick Odair being here was not a part of his plans with Katniss, and he's getting antsy waiting for her to show up.
"I don't understand what could be classified as bullshit," Peeta replied, tapping a nervous finger on his knee. Lying has never been his strong suit, and lying to Finnick is proving to be a lot more difficult than he thought.
"AndIdon't understand why you are lying to me, dear Peeta-Pie," Finnick mocks Katniss' secret nickname for Peeta, his voice going all shrieky and high-pitched as he does so. Peeta notes that no beady-eyed library freaks are death-staring Finnick. Damn hot people and their privilege to be so weird without acknowledgement.
"First of all, Katniss sounds nothing like that," Peeta starts, pointing at Finnick, wagging his finger in his old roommate's face. "And second of all, what makes you think I'm lying about this?
Finnick snaps his fingers at Peeta, pointing at his face. "There! A lip quiver! It's your tell, dear Peeta."
Peeta scrunches up his face and rolls his eyes, turning away from Finnick. "You're a nightmare Odair, I have no idea how Annie puts up with you."
"Lots of sex," Finnick quips back instantly, "something that I know you and Katniss have done none of," Finnick says pointedly, brows raised.
Peeta blows out a long breath. The simple idea of sex with Katniss Everdeen is enough to shut down his brain momentarily.
"We could just be waiting," Peeta sighs, his lie growing weaker and weaker as his resolve breaks.
"Bullllllshiiittttt," Finnick drags out, picking a pencil from behind his ear and flipping it easily between his fingers.
"And here is why I know this is bullshit," Finnick continues before Peeta can interject.
"You have been,quite embarrassingly, in love with Katniss for as long as I have known you — and even before that. So, if you really were dating, I would not be hearing about it in the fucking libary of all places."
Peeta opens his mouth to defend himself, but Finnick simply places a finger on his lips, physically stopping them. "Let me finish my dear boy," Finnick dramatically proclaims, taking his finger from Peeta's mouth and bopping him on the nose.
"If you had really had sex with Katniss Everdeen, trust me, I would be able to tell. So… would you care to tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you, Peeta?"
Peeta couldn't see any way out of this now, and honestly, he wanted to tell Finnick, just to make sense of this completely crazy situation he's got himself in.
"I kind of," Peeta started, feeling embarrassment lick across his features. "I sort of, um," Peeta can't seem to get the words out, the striking green of Finnick's eyes freaking him out.
"Dude, can you not look at me like I'm a freak?" Peeta hissed, earning another scowl from the library dwellers.
Finnick chuckled as he raised a hand to wave at one of the library freaks, sending their scowls into flirtatious smiles. Peeta wants to groan at how unfair this simply is.
"You're the oneactinglike a freak dude, what did you do?" Finnick said, turning to Peeta after placating his adoring public.
"I kind of… agreedtofakedateKatnissEverdeenandpretendtobeherboyfriend," Peeta rushes out in one breath, afraid that if he didn't say it all at once, he wouldn't say it at all.
"Youwhatnow?"
Peeta sighed, looking around one more time just in case Katniss had appeared, she was constantly sneaking up on him, her footsteps forever impossibly light.
"I agreed to fake date Katniss. And I'm, um, pretending to be her boyfriend."
Peeta had no idea how he thought Finnick would react to this news, but his last thought would be that Finnick would burst out laughing at him.
"What?" Peeta asked as his best friend barrelled over, clutching his sides.
"S-sorry, it's just too fucking funny," Finnick wheezed, wiping a stray tear from his eye. Peeta felt less than amused at his friend's reaction, he couldn't understand what was so comical about this situation.
"How is this funny Odair?!" Peeta exclaimed out of frustration, god his best friend can be a wanker sometimes.
"Because, this is some rom-com bullshit right here. You have to know how badly this will end," Finnick answered, most of his composure regained after some more stern looks from the library goers.
Peeta sighed and tugged a hand through his curls, of course he knew how stupid this all was, of how it teased his heart with every touch that Katniss would allow, that being able to call Katniss his girlfriend aloud made his heart skip.
Hearing it from Finnick however, made it feel all the more real. He was really pretending to date Katniss, and he was really, truly, in love with her.
"I know it's insane!" Peeta hissed, bringing his voice down to a whisper.
Finnick was about to answer when his sentence died in his throat, and he looked up, a smile overtaking his handsome features.
"Ahhh, my dearest, most beautiful Annie, you have finally joined us!" Finnick mused, extending a hand out for his girlfriend, Annie Cresta, who had just approached the table.
Peeta offered Annie a weak smile as she approached, already feeling downtrodden over the situation he had managed to get himself into.
"Jesus Peeta, who shat in your cereal this morning?" Annie joked, letting Finnick kiss her hand before sitting down at the table with them, her laptop in hand.
Great, why not let the entirety of Panem State sit with me and Katniss? Peeta thought bitterly. His thick cable-knit sweater clung to his skin, and his anxiety was not soothed by Annie's banter.
"Finnick might as well have," Peeta retorted, giving him a pointed look.
Annie looked from Peeta to Finnick, as she set up her laptop at the table, her eye sceptical as she looked between the two.
"I have a feeling this has something to do with that crazy rumour that you're dating Katniss," Annie observes, her voice calm, and her eyes beady. She has always been far too observant and wise for her age.
Peeta sighs, planting his head down on the oak table, he feels like slamming his idiotic head into it. "It's not a rumour… it's the truth," Peeta half-heartedly defends, and he knows, even from not looking, that Annie and Finnick are exchanging disbelieved glances.
"Ok…" Annie says after a moment, Peeta's forehead is still glued to the table, and he hates the way Annie is being so agreeable.
He whips his head up, glasses slightly askew, and he concedes.
"Okay,fine,it's fake! Laugh on you two, laugh allll about it," Peeta says, his frustration taking over.
A moment passes, Finnick and Annie's eyes blinking slowly at him, both shocked by his outburst. Annie, ever so kind, reaches across the table and squeezes his hand.
"I'm not laughing Peet. I think it's sweet," Annie whispers, her auburn hair tied back in a ponytail, and some tendrils escaping. Peeta feels like shit for shouting at his friends. He knows that their teasing is all in good fun, but he can't help but feel like the village idiot for doing this to himself.
All three of them have their heads bowed to the desk, and Finnick is the one to whisper next, however, being the human fog-horn he is, it might as well as been a shout.
"She's coming!" Finnick whispered loudly, and Peeta's head snapped to see a confused-looking Katniss. Peeta quickly shoots Finnick an evil glare.
"Be cool," Peeta whisper-hisses at the pair, before looking up at Katniss, who was now hovering in front of him. She looked adorable, dressed in her usual attire of dark green leggings and a jumper big enough for him.
"Sorry, did I interrupt the big meeting?" Katniss quips, and she sits next to Peeta. This was her usual spot, right next to him, nothing abnormal. Well, perhaps what was abnormal was the way in which Peeta's heart leapt out of his chest.
As she sat down and began conversing with Finnick, Peeta took the time to look at her, with her glowing tanned skin and beautiful smile, he knew Finnick was right, and that this whole situation was bound to end in a complete and utter disaster.
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Present Day.
Peeta Mellark is so damn cute.
Katniss feels like the blushing thirteen-year-old girl shewasn'tas she watches Peeta fumble with the key to his room. Granted, it's an old-fashioned key, but Katniss is sure that the kisses that she's pressing to Peeta's neck aren't helping.
"Kat," Peeta moans as his head turns to face Katniss, one of his hands is working on getting the lock open, and the other is pressed on Katniss' waist.
"Katniss… darling, I will never get us in this room if you keep doing that," Peeta groans, and Katniss finds she adores teasing him.
"Doing what?" She asks, batting her eyes and feigning innocence.
Peeta spares Katniss a heated grin as his eyes dip down to her mouth. Katniss does the same, and she leans in, desperate to feel his mouth on hers. But just as she is about to seal the gap between them, Peeta pulls his head away, the mischievous smirk on his face indicating that he knows exactly what he is doing to her.
"Nuh uh, you'll get a kiss when you get me unlock his door Everdeen," Peeta teases, and Katniss rolls her eyes, stepping back and folding her arms as Peeta fiddles with the lock.
After a few more painful moments, the lock finally gives and the two step into Peeta's room. Katniss was pleased to find that there were zero animal carcasses present this time around.
Peeta followed Katniss into the room, still holding her shoes, his curls flopping over his face.
Katniss turns, her satin dress swishing with her as she looks back at Peeta. She suddenly feels shy, all of her confidence from before diminished. The old oil lights of the room bathe the two in a dark glow, and Katniss' breath halts as Peeta drops her shoes to the carpet below, and begins walking towards her.
"Katniss Everdeen," Peeta whispers as he reaches her, one hand outstretched, slowly caressing her cheek. His eyes are molten, years of pent-up desire unfolding within those blue iris'.
"My Katniss," Peeta says in a low whisper as his lips find her shoulder, kissing the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. Katniss sighs softly, leaning her neck back, allowing him full access to her.
"I have dreamt of you like this, for as long as I have known you," Peeta whispers against her skin, and his hands have found her waist once more, both hands managing to wrap completely around her.
Katniss has turned to pure mush, and all of her anxiety has melted away, leaving her with that familiar throb deep in her core. She has no idea how she has managed to live most of her life without Peeta touching her.
Katniss reaches out to touch him, her arms slung around his neck, pressing herself against his hard, welcoming body.
"Peeta," Katniss whimpers as Peeta suckles on her neck, no doubt leaving his mark all over her. She finds that she cannot bring herself to be mad, not when it feels so good.
At the sound of his name, Peeta unlatches himself from her neck, looking up, and an adorable pink blush has sprouted on his face, his freckles tainted pink.
"Jesus, I don't think I'll survive this," Peeta says, pressing his head against Katniss' chest, kissing her bare skin lovingly. Katniss looks down, seeing her golden boy practically kneeling for her, and she can practically feel her heart bursting. She reaches down and tugs her hand through his curls, petting him affectionately.
"My Peeta," Katniss says, her own cheeks reddening. She would have never imagined herself to be like this, but Peeta transforms her into a version of herself she can barely recognise.
Peeta replies with a groan, and he kisses his way up Katniss' chest, eventually reaching her face. He smiles at her as both of his hands cup her face, and Katniss mirrors his expression.
Katniss' hands rest on top of Peetas, and the two stare at one other for a moment. Katniss sees every version of Peeta at that moment. She sees him now, the strong and loving man he has become, and the small, frightened boy he once was. She loves all of him, every version.
"I know I haven't… Shown it, but I have always loved you Peeta," Katniss whispers, desperate for him to know, for her to prove it to him.
Peeta, ever self-deprecating, replies with a sarcastic, "even when I was a chubby nerd?"
Katniss shakes her head, "especially when you were a chubby nerd. And I was a sullen faced brat."
A wave of doubt skates across Peeta's face for a moment, his hidden insecurity rearing its ugly head for a moment.
"What if… I'm not enough for you? What if you get fed up of me Katniss?" Peeta asks, his voice slightly breaking.
"What if?" Katniss asked, a light laugh. "What if you get fed up of how stubborn I am, and how I am simply inable to convey how I feel. Whatif?"
Peeta laughs, understanding her point. Theres no point in the 'what if's', and Katniss knows then, more than ever, that they are soulmates.
"What if… I show you how much I love you?" Katniss says, trying her best to turn her voice into that of a sultry sex vixen. She guesses that it works, because Peeta finally pulls her in for a kiss, and the way they kiss is electric, with the soft feeling of Peeta's mouth on hers, Katniss melts once more. She deepens their kiss, and the way their tongues dance with one another sets her alight.
Becoming more and more desperate to get their clothes off, Katniss takes control and directs Peeta towards the bed. The two don't stop kissing, and Katniss finds her hands skating up and under Peeta's shirt, letting her nails slightly graze the skin there. Peeta pulls Katniss in closer, his hand toying with the strap of her dress, her dress that she needs to take off,now.
Katniss pulls away from the kiss, a wicked smile on her face as she teasingly pulls away. Peeta goes to follow her, reaching out to touch her, but Katniss shakes her head.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," Katniss instructs, pulling the strap of her dress down. Peeta, amazed, simply complies and sits down on the edge of the bed. Katniss can not help herself as she notices the tenting in Peeta's tight trousers, he's already half hard for her.
Katniss has accepted the fact that she isn't an inherently sexy person, but with Peeta looking up her, with his mouth slightly agape, she feels like the hottest girl on the planet.
Katniss takes her time dropping both straps of her dress, and running her hands down her body, cupping her tits for a moment, stroking her erect nipples through the green satin. She was so glad she had forgone a bra today. Peeta's eyes were wide as saucers, and the hungry way he was looking at her only spurred her on further.
"Katniss," Peeta practically growled as she teased. She giggled, and ran her hands up her body once more, landing on the zipper at the side of her dress.
"Kitty, you better be taking off that silly,sillydress."
Katniss turned around, her back facing Peeta, her hand moving teasingly from her zipper to her hair. Turning her head, she saw Peeta sitting back on the bed, admiring the view greatly.
With a few deft moves of her fingers, Katniss undid her hairstyle, flicking away the hair tie and letting her brunette waves cascade down her back.
"Jesus," Peeta croaked from behind her. Katniss knew how rare a sight it was for Peeta to see her without her signature braid.
Wordlessly, and after shaking out her hair slightly, Katniss' hands moved back to the zip. She took one steeling breath before she turned her head once more. She made sure to make direct eye contact with Peeta as she unzipped her green dress, leaving it pooling down at her feet.
With her back fully exposed to Peeta, the only clothing that remains on Katniss' body is her plain black panties.
Katniss cupped her tits with one hand as she turned to face Peeta, who was now distinctively bright red and more erect than ever.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven," Peeta whispers as Katniss looks up at him through her hair. Her hand remains on her chest.
"Your turn Mellark," Katniss coyly said, gesturing to Peeta's body with her free hand.
Peeta smiles and rises from the bed. He looks uncharacteristically shy as he reaches for his shirt buttons. And to Katniss' chagrin, he stops at the third button he undoes.
"Katniss, before you—" Peeta begins, lightly laughing from embarrassment, "I mean, I'm no Darius, or anything," Peeta tuts at how he's stammering. "The only six pack I have is the packets of cheese buns I bring home."
Katniss' eyes instantly widen. She had no idea of Peeta's insecurity regarding his body. She's seen him shirtless a lot throughout their friendship, but perhaps not as much in recent years. Katniss is taken completely aback. Peeta has always been completely perfect to her.
"Peeta," Katniss begins, walking toward the bashful Peeta. Taking his hand with her free one.
"You are the sexiest guy I have ever seen in my life," Katniss affirms, and she thinks she desperately has to prove this as she notices the doubt flash over his face.
"Can I show you how much you affect me?" Katniss asks, taking Peeta's hand in hers. His blue eyes widen, and he nods furiously.
Katniss smiled and trailed Peeta's hand down her stomach, she's always been too skinny for her own good, but living with Peeta had afforded her the luxury of being fed extremely well. So, Katniss was only ecstatic that her body had finally filled out, and she looked like something more akin to a woman, rather a starving girl.
She finds the boldest part of herself as she holds onto Peeta's hand, as she takes him and guides his hand to cup her sex. She has been wet for an excruciatingly long time, and she's certain that he can feel it through her underwear.
Peeta sucks in a sharp breath as this happens, his eyes glued to where his hand has travelled.
"Oh my god, Kitty," Peeta whimpers, as he experimentally presses two fingers to the wettest spot.
Katniss takes her own breath as she watches him, and she fears that her heart may thump its way out of her chest. "Peeta, you're so,so, hot to me, can't you feel that? How wet I am for you?"
Never in a million years would Katniss imagine herself speaking like this, but with Peeta in this intimate moment she finds the words coming easier than they have her entire life.
Peeta leans forward, capturing Katniss in a heated kiss, a kiss so heated that Katniss forgets herself and drops her other hand to cup Peeta's face. The two press themselves against one another, and Katniss' bare chest rubs against Peeta's.
Peeta pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes are immediately drawn to Katniss' chest before he quickly looks away. "Shit, I'm sorry Kat."
Katniss smiles softly at her idiot boy, who is being kind enough to pretend to look at the ceiling instead of at her chest.
"It's okay, you can look," Katniss says softly, stepping back slightly and brushing her hair to her back. Peeta slowly looks back down at Katniss, and his eyes land on her chest. His eyes immediately darken as he drinks her in, her tits are small, but perky, and her dusky rose nipples have pebbled in the cool air of the room.
"Katniss, you are—" Peeta stammers as his hands find the sides of her chest, lightly stroking the sides of her breasts. "You're beyond words."
Katniss' giggle is genuine and sweet as she basks in the glory of his touch. "You're telling me after all these years, all I had to do was get naked to shut you up?"
Peeta laughs good-naturedly, and the glorious smile that appears on his face is enough for Katniss to want to burst.
"Now, is it finally your turn?" Katniss asks, and Peeta smiles, nodding. His eyes are still darting rapidly from her face to her chest.
"Would you do the honours?" Peeta asks, the nervousness still evident in his voice. Katniss smiles and steps forward, running her hands over the collar of his shirt.
Peeta watches her hands as Katniss quickly undoes the remaining buttons, and she opens Peeta's shirt and shrugs it from his shoulders. Katniss smiles softly to herself as she reveals Peeta's torso, she lets her hands trail over his solid, soft stomach, loving the line of blonde hair that disappears under his trousers. She loves how broad he is, and how strong he looks. His arms are so big, and she can't help herself when she brings her hand down and teases with the buckle of his belt.
"Can I?" Katniss asks, looking up at him through her dark lashes. Peeta nods before the sentence fully falls from her mouth, and Katniss smiles.
"Yes! I mean, if you want to—"
Katniss relishes in the control she has over him right now, their whole lives, Peeta has been the smooth talker, the one who can twist his tongue to seduce almost anybody. But now, he has seemed to resort to a pure puddle of joy around her, and she adores seeing this side of him.
"Peeta, Ineedto," Katniss answers, snaking her hands to his covered thighs as she slowly bends down, resting on her knees. She's glad for the plush expensive carpet beneath her, and the lovestruck expression on the boy above her.
Katniss slowly tried to undo Peetas belt, and despite her best efforts to remain a totally unphased sex goddess, she was struggling to undo the buckle.
"This damn thing," Katniss groaned in frustration, and because of the air of awkwardness that had begun due to the prolonged effort of getting Peeta's clothes off.
"Let me get it Kitty," Peeta laughed, his hand reaching down.
"No, I've," Katniss, forever stubborn, continues to struggle. "Got—"
With a sudden struggle, the belt snaps in Katniss' direction, hitting her in the nose as it falls down to the floor. Katniss instantly flies back, her ass falling into the carpet, and because of her grip remaining on Peeta's hips, he flies down to the carpet with her, crashing on top of her.
"Fucking, Ouch!" Katniss explains as her hands fly to her nose, to where the belt had unintentionally whipped her. Peeta managed to save himself as he fell, resting his weight on his arms, both on either side of Katniss, rather than fully squishing her.
"Katniss, if you had told me you were into that sort of thing you could've given a fella a warning," Peeta joked, and Katniss couldn't help but burst out into peels of laughter.
Peeta followed suit, and the two giggled on the floor of the room for a few good minutes, with Peeta rolling to the side of Katniss.
"How the fuck did that even happen?" Peeta wheezes, and Katniss rolls to her side, laughing into Peetas bare shoulder.
"I havenoidea," Katniss giggles, and the moment feels sothemthat she can't even be mad at it.
"Maybe it's the universe telling me I shouldn't get your dick out," Katniss jokes, snuggling herself into Peeta's side. Forgetting that she was still half naked, and so was Peeta.
At the sensation of her bare nipples brushing up against Peeta's arm, he turns his head.
"Well then the universe can gofuckitself," Peeta says before leaning and kissing Katniss, his hands cupping both of her cheeks.
Katniss moans into the kiss, deepening it instantly as she rolls herself on top of Peeta, straddling him with either leg at the side of his waist. Peeta delights in the new position, and moves his hands down Katniss' bare back, taking her ass fully in his palms for the first time.
"Katniss, your body," Peeta whimpers out in between kisses. "Is so fucking sexy."
Katniss rewards this compliment with a very deliberate drag of her pantie-covered crotch over Peeta's. His trousers, to her chagrin, have very much remained on.
Peeta moves his hands on Katniss' ass and pushed down her hips to meet his, and his lips have now taken purchase over her neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the skin.
"Katniss, do you understand how long I have waited for this? How many times in my life I have thought of you? God, how after hanging out with you I'd get myself off to the thought of you, wanting me. And not to even begin the torture that's living with you, seeing you in those little sleep shorts."
Peeta's dirty talk only emboldens Katniss, and she gently groans into his ear and quickens her pace,unabashedlydry-humping him with all of her might.
"Me too Peeta, fuck," Katniss groans, "I've been having so many dirty dreams about you."
Peeta pulls away from her neck for a moment, allowing him to look into her eyes. "What do I do to you in the dreams?"
Katniss, slightly embarrassed, stops her hip movements and looks down at Peeta. Her dark hair falls over her face, and Peeta scoops it up with his hand, tugging it behind her shoulder. He takes a moment to run his hand through her hair, and the simple gesture makes Katniss' heart flutter.
"You touch me," Katniss whispers, and Peeta's face breaks out into a smirk.
"Where do I touch you in the dreams?" Peeta asks. "Here?" His hands rest on her cheek, cupping it gently.
"Nope," Katniss smiles, "A bit lower."
Peeta nods, and his hands move down her shoulders, and his hands rest on her bare chest, cupping her tits and squeezing slightly.
"Here?" He asks, gently tweaking a nipple.
Katniss sucks in a breathy sigh, and shakes her head. "Lower."
Peeta raises a brow as he trails his finger over her stomach, and he toys with the band of Katniss' underwear.
"Now Miss Everdeen, it couldn't possibly be lower, or can it?"
Katniss smiles, and she bends down slightly, pressing her mouth to Peeta's ear.
"Lower."
Peeta brings his hand to the waistband of Katniss' underwear, and he slowly tugs it down her legs. There is a fumbling, awkward moment where the two have to change position so that the offending garment can be kicked off, but once it's off, all awkwardness is gone.
Katniss feels her breath hitch as she watches Peeta assess her. She is aware that she could be a bit more neatly trimmed, and how visibly wet she is. However, she forgets all of this worry when Peeta's fingers reach her clit.
The look on his face is that of wonder and determination as his fingers graze over her. Katniss sucks in a breath as Peeta presses his thumb to her most sensitive area.
"Beautiful," Peeta murmurs, almost as if he is talking only to himself.
Katniss can't form thoughts, let alone a response, as Peeta's fingers have dipped into her slit, collecting her wetness onto his fingers. Her embarrassment is only faint as she watches him admiring her on his fingers.
"So perfect."
Katniss stifles a moan as Peeta explores her folds, gathering up her wetness and rubbing her clit with his thumb, and it's not long before he plunges a finger inside of her, and her entire sense of self is completely lost.
She is still perched on his lap, and she can't help but grind herself into Peeta's fingers, her pleasure too great for words. Peeta is peppering kisses to her neck as he lets her grind herself on his fingers.
"Peeta,"Katniss moaned, and Peeta peels his mouth from her neck, looking up at Katniss, his eyes so blue andsofull of adoration.
Peeta swallows her moans with a kiss, his fingers not slowing one bit as he drives her more and more insane with every movement. Katniss knows herself, and as the heat erupts throughout her stomach, she knows it will not be long until she comes.
"D-deeper," Katniss moaned, her hands are gripping Peeta as she drives her hips down, chasing her orgasm. She hasn't even taken a moment to think about how rabid she must seem right now, as all she can think about is how she is about to lose herself to this magical man and his thick fingers.
Katniss forgets herself as Peeta drives his fingers deep inside of her once again, hitting a spot deep within her that fills her core with an imaginable heat. And, despite herself, Katniss bursts into orgasm, and the pure pleasure that overcomes her is unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
"Good girl," Peeta murmurs as he lightly thumbs her clit, allowing Katniss to ride out her orgasm fully.
Katniss feels entirely boneless, and she lets herself melt into Peeta, slumping down and lying on top of him. Peeta's arms wrap around Katniss' waist, holding her close.
Peeta is gently kissing Katniss' neck as she lies, and he is peppering whispered affections between every kiss.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen Katniss, you coming for me like that around my fingers, I can't wait to taste you sweetheart. I bet you taste like honey."
Normal Katniss would have found this sort of dirty talk utterly abhorrent, she would have laughed at the ridiculous way Peeta was complimenting her. But now, lying on top of him, after the best orgasm of her life, the only thing the words are doing to Katniss is turning her on more.
Katniss breathes out a moan and starts to gently move her hips once more over Peeta's. Her core flutters when she finds that he is still rock hard, maybe more than ever.
Peeta's lips have fallen from Katniss' neck as she slowly grinds on him, and soft, breathy moans are falling from the golden boy's mouth.
"Kitty, can you feel how hard I am for you?" Peeta asks, his voice sounding so gravelly and delicious that Katniss finds herself applying more and more pressure to Peeta, wanting to hear more sinful words fall from his mouth.
"Peeta, I need you," Katniss whimpers as she drags her covered crotch over Peeta's. The teasing has become too much for both of them and Peeta is even starting to lose his composure.
"Katniss Everdeen, I am not making love to you for the first time on the floor," Peeta huffs out with a slight laugh, grasping onto Katniss' hips in order to still her movements. Katniss stops for a second, her hair falling in front of her face as she giggles. She had completely forgotten herself, and the fact they were still on the floor.
"Oops," Katniss giggles, and Peeta smirks, grabbing Katniss and hoisting both of them onto their feet. Katniss allows herself to marvel at Peeta's strength as he scoops her up, holding her bridal style. She loves how small she feels in his big arms, and how easily he can pick her up and chuck her around.
And, as if she weighed nothing, Peeta simply threw Katniss down onto the four-poster bed, her back meeting the plush surface of the mattress.
"Peeta Mellark!" Katniss exclaimed in disbelief as she lies on the bed, looking up at Peeta, who happens to be sporting a shit-eating grin.
He stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at Katniss' body with a hunger that makes it known that all he wants to do is devour her.
Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, Peeta brings his mouth to Katniss' stomach, his blonde curls tickling her skin. She looks down at Peeta, worshipping her body, and Katniss feels her core clench around nothing.
"Peeta, please," Katniss feels herself begging as she gazes down at Peeta. She tugs a hand through his curls to pull his head up. He looks up at her, and she nearly combusts at the sight. Seeing him kneeling for her has definitely awakened something in her.
Peeta seems to get the message, and Katniss can tell that he's nearly had enough teasing, as the way he is slowly grinding himself into the side of the bed shows Katniss that he is getting just as desperate as her.
"Kitty, I wanted to taste you before we—," Peeta groans, his head falling into Katniss' stomach, leaving a rushed kiss to the skin.
Katniss flushes at his confession, and she keeps her hands in Peeta's hair, forever loving the feel of his curls. "There will be plenty of time for that, but now, I need you to fuck me."
Peeta growls, and his kisses descend down Katniss' stomach, and to her thighs. Katniss can't hold in the gasp that comes from her mouth as Peeta nibbles and sucks on her tender skin.
"Please Katniss," Peeta whimpers, with his mouth hovering over Katniss' pussy.
Unable to deny him, Katniss furiously nods, her hips bucking so that Peeta's mouth skates across her centre.
For a moment, she is silently embarrassed of how she might compare to his previous lovers. But this insecurity is erased in less than a second as Peeta starts devouring her.
A loud moan erupts from Katniss as Peeta licks at her slit. The pleasure is unlike anything she has ever felt before, she has never had another person between her legs like this, and she feels almost virginal as Peeta laps at her clit.
"Oh my fucking—" Katniss moans, her hands buried in Peeta's thick curls, she can't help but grasp his hair in between her fingers, tugging on the strands slightly as he dips his tongue inside of her.
Peeta does not give up on his mission to make Katniss come, and he finds the perfect rhythm, with his tongue on her clit and his fingers dipping inside of her, Katniss finds her peak again, coming on his tongue.
"Fuck, fuck,fuck," Katniss moans as she rides out yet another orgasm. Peeta slows down his ministrations, taking his mouth off of her and kissing his way back up her body, crashing his mouth onto hers. Katniss tastes herself on his tongue, and it isn't as peculiar as she thought it would be.
Peeta crawls his way up Katniss' body, and Katniss instantly moves her hands to the buttons of his trousers, urging him to take them off. Peeta, finally getting the message, stands up from the bed, finally letting his pants fall to the floor.
Katniss sits up, watching Peeta struggle to kick off the trousers. She smiles, burying her face in her hands before looking up at Peeta, standing in just his boxers. He's rock hard, and there is a pleasant, rosy blush flushing on his pale skin. Katniss leans forward and strokes the trail of blonde hair that disappears into his boxers, and Peeta shudders.
Katniss looks up, into Peeta's darkened eyes, and to the way his eyes cling to the way her breasts are heaving. Katniss fingers Peetas waistband, looking up for permission.
"T-take them off," Peeta whispers, and it seems as if he can't believe that this is happening.
Katniss almost instantly tugs down his underwear, unable to hold herself back. His cock springs out, and Katniss can't help the way her eyes are glued to him. To the way his tip is leaking slightly. She cautiously wipes her thumb across his tip, and Peeta lets out a low groan, placing his hand atop Katniss'.
"Katniss, I can't," Peeta groans, shaking his hand with a laugh. "I can't handle that right now," Peeta explains, a light blush dusting his cheeks, indicating his slight embarrassment.
Katniss smiles, understanding, and she leans back on the bed, trying her best to look somewhat sexy.
"Come on then, golden boy, show me what I've been dreaming of." The line is incredibly corny, and coming out of Katniss' mouth it somehow sounds cornier. But it seems to work, as Peeta chuckles and joins her on the bed, his lips finding hers again.
The feeling of Peeta's bare skin on hers is unlike anything she has ever felt, with his steady weight resting on hers she wraps her legs around his waist, allowing her to tease her core along his shaft. Peeta rocks his body against Katniss' his lips resting on her neck as they tease one another.
After a few moments of this burning tension, Peeta sits up, fishing in the drawer of the bedside table. Katniss watches him, admiring the way the muscles of his back flex.
"Fuck," Peeta winces.
"What?" Katniss asks, placing a hand on his arm, and tugging him back to her.
"No condom," Peeta answers, sounding unbelievably tortured.
Katniss can't believe she had forgotten completely about protection. And in a way, she finds it sweet that Peeta hadn't even thought of this being a possibility to procure a condom.
"I'm on the pill," Katniss whispers, stroking Peeta's hair out from his eyes. "I'm clean, and I… um, never went bare with Darius." She feels embarrassed to mention her ex-boyfriend, but she feels that the information is necessary.
Peeta's eyes widen. "Me too— I mean, not about the birth controlobviously, but with the, um, other thing."
Katniss smiles, and she thinks that even though she and Peeta were not each other's firsts, this would be a first for both of them.
"Well, then, I'm willing if you are?" Katniss asked, kissing his hand gently, trying not to pressure him.
Peeta nodded, leaning back down and kissing Katniss.
"I love you."
"I love you too, idiot," Katniss replied, pulling Peeta back down on top of her. She had missed the feeling of his skin on hers.
It didn't take the two long to get back to that desperation, as Peeta leaves yet more love bites along Katniss' neck.
Feeling herself grow impossibly wet, Katniss rubs her centre along Peeta's cock, her need to be full overtaking all of her common sense. The gentle sounds of Peeta grunting as she coats his cock in her juices only spur Katniss on further.
Peeta pulls back slightly, looking down to where his cock is resting on the top of Katniss' pussy. He takes his cock in his hand and gently swipes the head across Katniss' clit, sending sparks inside of her belly as her mouth hangs open. She is looking directly at Peeta, into his sweet, blue eyes that she has been staring at for most of her life.
It takes another swipe before Katniss is whimpering, "More."
This is the last piece of encouragement that Peeta needs, and he can't hold himself back anymore as he lines the two up and sinks his cock into Katniss.
Katniss' eyes feel as if they could op from her head as she is filled. Peeta is not small, and the slight burn of being stretched overtakes her for a moment. It takes a few moments until Peeta is fully inside of her, and a few more before the burning subsides.
Peeta, so in tune with Katniss' body, knows exactly when to start rocking against her, turning that burn into pure bliss. The feeling of Peeta being inside of her is like nothing she has experienced before, with their connection only intensifying how they understand each other.
As Peeta thrusts, Katniss meets him, her hips unable to stay still as she craves more and more of him. The two are so entangled with one another that Katniss has no idea where she ends and Peeta begins.
As Peeta begins to thrust harder, he finds Katniss' hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, holding it above her head. Katniss is unable to take her eyes off the sight of them joining, and of the way Peeta is sinking into her, again and again.
Katniss sneaks her other hand down to where they meet, stroking her clit as Peeta drives into her, Peeta looks at the sight, groaning slightly as he reaches his other hand down, replacing Katniss' on her clit.
With the added pressure on her clit, Katniss can feel her orgasm building again, but it's slow, and she can feel Peeta losing himself more and more with every thrust.
"Kat, I, can't. You'resotight," Peeta groans, and Katniss shuts him up with a kiss. She stills Peeta for a moment, and Katniss sees that his stamina is wearing thin.
She kisses his cheek, and wordlessly, she pulls herself up and swaps their positions so that she's now on top.
Peeta looks at her with a newfound wonder as Katniss straddles him, and Peeta's hand reach up to her tits, cupping them and teasing her nipples as Katniss hoists herself up, lining the two of them up and sinking herself down onto Peeta, joining the two once more.
"Fuck," Peeta moans, his head leaning back on the pillow. Katniss can't help but silently agree as she fully takes him inside. She has never done this position before, but as she lifts herself up and down on Peeta's cock, she can't help but love the way his face contorts in pure pleasure, and Katniss is grateful for being athletic as she quickens her thrusts, feeling a delicious burn in her thighs as she does so.
"You're unreal Katniss, so, so unreal," Peeta moans as he watches her, his hands exploring her entire body, and resting below her ass, cupping it as she moves on top of him.
Katniss can barely form a sentence as she tries to quicken her pace, finding her own pleasure as she rides him. And she guesses that Peeta sees her struggle as he leans up, using his arms to lift Katniss up and down on his cock himself, and Katniss can't contain herself as Peeta once again, lifts her as if it is nothing.
"Peeta, I'm going to," Katniss choked out as Peeta lifted her up and down on him, quickening the pace. Peetas head sinks into Katniss' shoulder as he growls.
"M-me too," Peeta moans back, and the sound is enough for the tight cord inside of Katniss to snap, and she feels herself shuddering on Peeta's cock, marking her third orgasm of the night.
Peeta, unable to control himself any longer, slams himself deep into Katniss one last time, and comes, filling Katniss up, and a new heat erupts inside of her.
The two pants, holding one another up, completely spent and utterly sweaty as they ride out the last waves of their orgasms. Katniss lets herself melt into Peeta, and he holds her tight, sinking his back down onto the mattress.
The two are still joined, and Katniss takes a second to pull herself off of him, feeling him leak out of her slightly.
Peeta immediately jerks at the sensation, bringing his brain out of the post-orgasm haze.
"Oh shit, Katniss. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to—"
Katniss shuts him up with a lazy kiss. "It's okay."
This seems to quell Peeta slightly, as he relaxes back into the bed, kissing Katniss' sweaty hair. And the two are silent for a moment, holding each other gently and exchanging lazy kisses.
"So, I would say that we have successfully broken rule three," Peeta chuckles, and Katniss rolls her eyes at him, tucking herself into his armpit.
"And what about rule five? You know, the one about breaking up after the wedding?" Katniss asks, her insecurity taking over for a moment as she looks up at Peeta, her grey eyes full of vulnerability.
Peeta chuckles, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to Katniss' lips.
"We have broken almost every other rule, why not one last one?"
Katniss smiles, taking a hand to cup Peeta's cheek.
"I can't believe we've been idiots for so long," Katniss comments, almost to herself.
"All that matters is that we're not idiots anymore," Peeta chuckles, kissing the top of Katniss' head, and sending a warm rush of security down Katniss' body.