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We’re half-asleep, worn out from a round of lazy lovemaking after finishing our homework. Neither Katniss or I have had much in the way of extra energy lately, but I’d be damned if I said I wasn’t too tired for sex tonight. Of course I love the nights where Katniss and I have multiple rounds — getting to be the one to pleasure her is a privilege I’ll never take for granted. But there’s something to be said about those leisurely thrusts and kisses. Laying face to face so we’re wrapped up in each other while still bringing each other over the finish line. Soft kisses all over her beautiful face. Right now, we’re so close, we might as well be fused as one.
Having sex with Katniss after we finish our homework and then falling asleep together…that’s never going to get old. Would this have happened, if we lived a simpler life in our youth? Studying together, sneaking in kisses and touches? Crossing that barrier together? It feels like we’ve done everything backwards, but when have we ever done things “in order?” Certainly not when the entire country learned about our engagement, private wedding, and “baby.” We didn’t confirm our love for each other until immediately after our first time.
I smile at my wife, snuggled in my arms. The walk to the bathroom to clean up and brush her teeth for the night took the last morsel of energy she had in her body.
“Peeta…” Katniss whispers, eyes still shut.
“Yeah, Katniss?” I whisper back. She doesn’t say anything for a moment and I think she may have even talking in her sleep.
But then she speaks again. “Did you ever think about us doing this when you did your homework before?”
Did I? Did I ever!
“Yeah, Katniss, I did. It was always you,” I murmur, stroking her hair back. When Katniss says nothing in return, I know she’s out for the night.
Her breathing slows and soon enough, her “sleep face” makes an appearance. “Goodnight, pretty girl.” I kiss her forehead and then I’m out, too.
Our morning starts out the same as most do now. Autumn is well underway. The trees are at their peak foliage; carved pumpkins are decorated all over the district. For a guy who loves the colour orange, it’s a delight to my eyes. The downside to the season is the sun rising later and setting earlier with every day that passes. I have years of experience waking before the sun — as does Katniss, though we haven’t needed to wake as early with our current schedule. We’re still up early, but it feels like sleeping in when you’ve lived a life of baker’s hours.
I’ve worried how Katniss will fare once the winter hits. She manages her depression a lot better now, but there’s still bad days sometimes. We haven’t had to conquer a really bad day while enrolled in our education program yet. When she’s depressed but still got a bit of energy, I usually keep an eye on her at the bakery. That way, I can make sure she’s eaten and can give her whatever she needs to get through the day. I’m positive if she has a really bad day and can’t go to class, the instructors will be understanding. It’s the same as someone being physically ill. I don’t want to miss classes, but I’ll stay home without question if it’s to care for my wife. Haymitch can keep us in the loop, or Owen.
School flies by without much of an impression. We have a science test coming up, and a science presentation. We’re focusing on “physical science” right now, which is a lot of basic chemistry. It’s not terribly hard, and I’ve got the advantage of being a baker to back me up. At least the presentation isn’t limited to one kind of topic.
Later that night, we’re once again holding each other in bed. The nights are getting chilly but we still sleep with the window open. Despite the fact I run warm, Katniss has burrowed herself into the duvet. She says the softness of the bedding mixed with my body heat is the ideal way to lay in bed. We’re having our nightly pillow talk when a question comes to mind.
“You asked me last night if I’ve ever had any thoughts about us in bed while I did my homework as a boy,” I remind her. “Which the answer was real, of course. In case you don’t remember.”
Katniss laughs and snuggles further into me. “Nope, don’t remember. But thanks for the info. Always a pleasure learning more about you, Peeta Mellark.”
Katniss and I have been married for going on a decade. At this point in our relationship, I’m not sure there’s anything left for her to learn about me, but I swear there’s always something new to discover about her. Every day is a new adventure.
“Well… I had a lot of thoughts about it. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.” I bury my face in her neck and press light kisses wherever I can reach. I’m not even ready for another round. I just want to be near her.
“Tell me,” Katniss urges. “I want to know what your thoughts are. You had dirty dreams about us studying together. Real or not real?”
Have I never told Katniss about these before? I’ve certainly told her about other things I pictured us doing. Things that we’ve taken the time to try out together.
“Definitely real. Okay. So my bedroom faced the bakery dumpsters. I knew you climbed trees, I heard that somewhere. I used to think about hearing something rustling outside. Kind of like the night of the bread, I suppose. I’d look out the window to see you climbing up the side of the bakery to get to my window. Honestly, I don’t even know why you’d be trying to get into my room. Maybe I was delusional and thought you wanted to trade specifically with me, or to hang out. Most nights I did homework in my bedroom, either on my bed or at my desk, but I was on the bed this night. The window was right by my bed, and it didn’t open very far, but you’d still manage to get inside.”
I pause and look down at Katniss. She’s all ears for my recollection.
“So you’d quietly climb into my room and come sit on the bed with me. I’d whisper for you to stay quiet because of Mother,” I wince. If I took a beating to make sure Katniss was fed… well, who knows what kind of punishment I’d face if she found a girl in my bedroom. Let alone one from the Seam. If boy Peeta knew the rolling pin would be worth Katniss’ survival, then teenage Peeta would’ve taken any punishment for Katniss Everdeen in his bed.
“The Katniss in my dreams was a lot more talkative than the one I know,” I laugh. “She’d come in and start talking to me like we were old friends. It must’ve been because I just wanted to talk to you.”
Katniss rolls her eyes but waits for me to continue.
“You’d ask me what I was working on. It was probably math homework or an assignment about coal, as usual. I’d have papers spread out around me. My old bed was very small. It was probably no bigger than the bed you would’ve shared with Prim. I’d do my best to move over enough for you to come sit next to me. I…I was just happy sitting next to you. You’d turn towards me, for what I assumed was to check my homework… but then you’d lean in and kiss me, and things would go from there.”
I can feel Katniss’ hand creeping towards my inner thigh; her gray eyes look up at me with interest. My dick is certainly interested in what she’s doing.
“Then what?” Katniss purrs. Oh, she’s into this. “What did I do next?”
“You’d start to touch me.” Katniss’ hand dips inside my pajama pants and finds me already half hard. She cups my balls, still covered, though I’m already straining against the fabric. I don’t have cute underwear like she does. “Yeah, like that,” I can’t help but whine.
Katniss’ hand hones in on my length and I twitch, feeling it growing harder and longer in her grasp. I need to take these off. Katniss sure knows how to make me ache for her in a matter of seconds.
“I’d probably ask what you were doing. If you were sure about this.” Because I’m fucking sure about it right now.
The sight and sensation of my stunning wife teasing me inside my pants have affected my brain tonight, though it’s nothing new for us. Katniss grins at me as I thrust into her hand, reveling in the power she has over me right now.
“What happens then, Peeta? Do I keep doing this?!” Wow, she’s really into this. I buck into her hand, chasing the feeling.
But as with most good things teenage Peeta dreamed about, they must come to an end.
“And then my brothers would walk in on you touching my dick,” I blurt out. What??? I burst into awkward laughter and Katniss stops playing with my erection. Did I hear that right?
“What do you mean???” Katniss shrieks. She looks horrified.
Why the hell did I just say that??? There’s no reasonable explanation for why I just said what might be one of the weirdest, most unsexy things to ever come out of my mouth. I have no choice but to go along with it and hope I can steer things in a different direction. I know Katniss, and I know she’s not going to let something like this go. I’m usually so smooth with words.
I try to lean into the humor of the situation; assert some “Peeta Pizzazz” that Katniss claims I have.
“Well Katniss, they taught me everything there is to know about a man’s needs. You know how we figured out what I like in a blow job? They taught me all the tips and tricks to pass on to you. So anyway, they’d come sit on the bed and make sure you knew what you were doing,” I say in the fakest tone of authority I can summon. I can’t keep a straight face.
Katniss scoffs. I’ve never seen her look so disgusted, at least not since dealing with Haymitch on reaping day. “I am NEVER touching you again.” She rolls away from me in a huff.
My crotch, unfortunately, has yet to get the memo. I’m still fully erect and throbbing with the need for Katniss.
I abundantly fail to lighten the mood once again. “Think of my dead brothers, Katniss! Think of them!” Katniss doesn’t look in my direction but does let out a loud sigh. I’ve made this so weird.
I curl in beside her and drape my arm over her waist. “I’m just kidding, love. I would’ve died from embarrassment if they ever saw that. They did sit me down against my will and… explain all of that to me, which I told you a long time ago, but I would have never wanted them to see us doing our things together, you know?” I kiss her arm. “Everything we do together, that’s just for us. I love you so much, I hope you know that.”
Despite her temper, I feel Katniss melt into me and my body twitches again in response. I hope she goes back to touching me. I don’t want to jump in the shower to relieve myself tonight, I want my wife to do it for me.
I’m in luck: Katniss presses against me again, clearly feeling my lingering erection through the thin pajama pants she never got around to removing. I groan quietly and involuntarily. Before I know it, she’s flipped herself back to facing me again.
“Where were we, Peeta?” she breathes. “Something about me touching you while you’re doing your homework?”
I nod and lift myself to lower my pajama pants, my erection now sprung free. I want to skip all the other steps tonight. “…I think I just want to be inside you. If you’ll allow it,” I smile.
Katniss nods her head. “I’ll allow it, Peeta.”
Clothes are removed and flung all over our bedroom in a flash. Katniss wants to be on top and I certainly won’t say no to that. Kisses are exchanged, touches are exploratory despite knowing each other’s bodies as well as we know our own. Breaths quickly turn to whines and whimpers. We move and melt together. Years of practice have helped us navigate the art of finishing in unison and tonight is no exception. Our lips crash together to absorb our cries, but little moans and whines escape Katniss anyway. Katniss falls into her rightful place on my chest. Once we’ve come down from our high, Katniss takes a moment to clean herself up before crawling back to bed. We’re awake now, though I’m sure we’ll be tired again soon.
Sure enough, I feel my body starting to wind down for the night. Katniss, however, has more pillow talk in mind.
“Peeta, I still can’t believe you said you had a fantasy about your brothers walking in on me giving you a hand job,” she says, sounding very indignant. “I thought you were supposed to be the smooth talker of this relationship. Now I’m worried you’ll say something like that in our presentation!”
Oh shit. Well, I’m not too concerned about it, to be honest. I don’t think I can go any lower than announcing a fake pregnancy on national television as a teenager.
“I told you, I have no idea why I said that!” I insist. “Really. As much as I got off to the thought of us, not once did I picture my brothers walking in on you jerking me off. And I would’ve yelled at them to get out and thrown a blanket over us right away. I saw enough dicks in the locker room at wrestling practices. The last thing I would ever need would be for my brothers to see this and tell everyone. For my sake, and especially yours.”
Katniss pauses for a moment. This whole conversation somehow feels like one we would’ve had in the early stages of our relationship, and not several years into a marriage.
“So… if that wasn’t what you used to think of… what was? You never finished telling me,” she asks, lightly scratching my arm. She’s going to lull me to sleep. I’m always sleepy we have sex at bedtime, but her touch just accelerates it. I once told Katniss I remembered everything about her. I may have had to relearn those things, but she sure tries to learn everything about me. The good, the bad, and the in-between.
“Everything I said earlier would’ve started out the same. You climbing into my window to do homework with me. In the grand scheme of things, I’m sure I would’ve been a bit confused seeing as we never spoke at school, but I also had the brain of a teenage boy. I would’ve thought I was dreaming. There’s a good chance I would’ve been in flannel pajamas, just like what I wear now. Even back then I ran warm, especially living above the bakery. It wasn’t unusual for all of us guys to be without shirts on upstairs.”
Katniss looks amused, but says nothing so I continue. “I would’ve asked what you were doing and you’d say you were here to study with me. Blah blah blah, I had my papers sitting on my crotch to try and hide the effect of Katniss Everdeen sitting so close to me. Eventually, the papers fall off and there’d be no hiding how hard I am — was. You’d reach over to grab a paper and your hand skirts over my erection.”
A soft smile rests on Katniss’ face as she stares into my eyes. “I’d assume it was an accident and say nothing about it. Boy your hand feels good, even for just a second. And then… you’d do it again. Then I’d know it wasn’t an accident... you really do want to touch me. That’s when you kiss me and say you’re done studying for the night, but you don’t leave. We kiss some more and I just… feel so lucky that I got to kiss you.” I give Katniss a quick kiss on the lips to prove my point.
“Then you start playing with the waistband of my pants.” I want to keep talking to Katniss but I’m fading fast. My words are starting to slur from exhaustion. Katniss, however, looks as wide awake as ever, as she keenly absorbs the information I give her.
“Katniss… your hand starts to pull my pants down, so I wiggle out of them. Then I’m sitting on my bed with my dick out, too nervous to say anything. I’d love it if you touched it, you know? Even if you didn’t, I think I’d just feel excited in a way that Katniss Everdeen saw my dick. And I’d hope it was big enough for you.”
From the very beginning, Katniss has always told me I was “just the right size” for her. A lot of guys may feel insecurity towards their size, and sure, I definitely questioned it when I was younger. Rumors would go around about who was big, and worst of all, who was small. I have no reason to question it now, not when it makes my wife shout my name on a regular basis. It’s the way you use it that matters.
“Of course it would be big enough for me, Peeta,” Katniss reassures. “Why wouldn’t it be? I mean, I sure saw a lot of them on the kitchen table. Not once did I ever want to see one, but even if this happened, anyway, I must’ve felt comfortable enough to see yours in your daydream. And besides,” she drops her voice, “when have I ever complained about it not satisfying me.”
We’re already so close together, but she inches further into me and presses a light kiss on my forehead. “We should go to sleep, Peeta. It’s late and I know we’re both tired. You look like you’re barely awake.”
Katniss and I spend a couple more minutes whispering about anything and everything, but pretty soon, we say our I love yous before we’ve both dozed off for the night. Maybe tomorrow we can try it out.
Tomorrow comes, along with a less than ideal surprise. Katniss is greeted by the early arrival of her menstrual cycle, likely attributed to the change in routine in recent weeks. Sex is off the table for the time being, but I make sure she’s loaded up on cheese buns, chocolates, comfort meals, and her heating pad. One evening, the three of us are doing math homework when Katniss is suddenly teary eyed and overwhelmed. She’s not even sure why she’s crying. I hug her and reassure her it’s okay, we’ll get through this together. Haymitch rolls his eyes but I glare at him; he’s been around long enough to know better than aggravating the situation. By the time her cycle ends, I’ve all but forgotten about our discussion and almost reenactment of my teenage fantasy. The weekend is here and I’m just looking forward to some much needed downtime.
We spend our Saturday wandering around town and making sure the bakery is still functioning, since I cut the bulk of my shifts while I’m in school. Katniss and I then make a quick trade run at the Hob before heading home, hands full of Sae’s latest fall meal. It’s cold out today, cold enough that I briefly consider shutting the window. It rained all this week so I decide against it in the end. At least it’s sunny.
Katniss tends to not forget things, as I’ve come to learn over the years. I’ve chalked it up to her longstanding urge to fulfill a debt. She owes me nothing. She owes no one anything, really. She casually mentions studying when we’ve finished dinner. Today was supposed to be a no schoolwork day. She hasn’t forgotten. I know what Katniss is thinking. I try to not look too excited.
Once the kitchen is tidied up, I take my books and papers upstairs to the bedroom. I’m full of cautious optimism that things will come to fruition. An inkling of hope is instilled into my heart.
I’m sitting on top of the bed, papers sprawled around me. They say studying in bed isn’t a good idea — something about the environment affecting how much information you retain. I believe it. But tonight isn’t about absorbing formulas and dates and everything else that should be floating around my head.
Tonight, I’m sitting on top of my bed, albeit a much larger one this time, hoping the girl I’ve had a crush on for a long time, will climb through my open window and study with me… in a sense. I wonder if my crush knows I always sleep with the window open.
I actually do immerse myself into my study materials. I jot down a few notes every so often, trying to recall the elements and their symbols without looking at my chart.
A few minutes later, I hear the sound of our back door opening and closing, followed by a commotion outside. It’s coming from the patio. I have a feeling Katniss is instigating something. Now, Katniss doesn’t have a dumpster to climb up the way she would’ve at the old bakery. I have no doubts in my wife’s — correction, crush’s abilities to scale just about anything she’s faced with.
I scurry off the bed to take a peek at the noise. Unlike my childhood bedroom, my bed sits in the middle of the room against the wall. My suspicions are rewarded when I see a pretty huntress climbing her way to the window. Be careful, please, my mind urges. She amazes me, but she also worries me. I just can’t help it. I return to my spot on the bed and await her arrival, straining my neck to make sure she’s still coming. This may be something I’ve been hoping to act out, but Katniss’ safety is still my top priority right now. Safely and proudly, Katniss climbs over the ledge and in to the window. She looks at me bashfully. It’s my time to get my act together. I stare at her in disbelief, which I think is what I would’ve done.
“Oh, hi there… Katniss, hi,” I say, pretending to sound like I’m an awkward teenager talking to my crush and not a grown man intentionally doing a poor job flirting with my wife. “The bakery is downstairs if you were looking to trade…” Because there’s no way Katniss Everdeen would come looking for Peeta Mellark. No, she’s just looking to trade with my father. There’s that self-deprecating humor I’m known to have.
Katniss shakes her head and makes a beeline to the bed, sitting on the edge. I’m surprised she’s moving this quickly, fantasy reenactment or not. “Oh, I’m not here to trade, Peeta. Unless you mean trade homework? But I specifically came here to see you.” She blinks up at me and I watch her eyes take me in. I have to hand it to her, years of practice have certainly enhanced her flirting skills.
“Oh! Oh, of course. Sorry, I just assumed! I’ve got my papers here if you want to share?” I offer. Don’t get too excited, Peeta. I wonder what’s going through Katniss’ mind. She seems more chipper than I expected. Maybe she’s nervous.
Katniss starts to crawl up and I move over a bit to give her some more room. Katniss takes the bait, leaving a bit of space between her and I. She feels right at home, curling herself into a comfier position. I want to wrap my arm around her and pull her close to me. It’s what we’re just so used to. There’s no thought process behind it. But as much as teenage Peeta would’ve wanted to do that, he has to wait for the right moment. And only Katniss can give me that.
“So, what are you working on?” Katniss asks me. She cranes her neck, trying to get a glance at the papers spread out around me. I have a couple sitting on my lap. I, uh, risk upsetting them should something rise.
“Oh, just studying for science. I’ve got language arts with me as well. Want to take a look at them together?” I ask. Play it cool, Peeta, says the voice inside my head.
“I actually brought my science stuff, if you don’t mind,” she smiles up at me. “I’m pretty good with language arts, though. I could help you with that. But all this basic chemistry stuff… it’s pretty confusing, don’t you agree?”
“I know a little bit about chemistry from working at the bakery. I don’t mind helping you, Katniss.” Even after so many years, my smile for her is still just a touch shy.
Once Katniss has herself situated on the bed, we get to studying. We’re mostly silent, with the occasional sound of papers flipping, or the scratching of a pen. Katniss inches closer to me a couple of times, and I have to resist the urge to pull her onto my lap or play with her braid. We study like this fairly often, so it’s hard reminding myself “we don’t really know each other.” Sometimes we’ll work on the same subject together, other times we’ll do our own thing. I just like working in the same vicinity. It always reminds me of the days spent working on our family’s plant book.
I’ve almost forgotten the main reason for tonight’s study session, when Katniss flips her braid back and it lands on my shoulder. And just like that, I’m a goner.
“So, Katniss…” I break our silence. “Want to take a look at these science questions together? We, uh, would probably work better as a team. Homework allies.” Thank goodness the chemistry unit is “just the basic stuff.”
“Okay, Peeta,” she says very eagerly. It’s almost funny how chipper this Katniss sounds compared to the one I know. The Katniss I admired from afar. The girl who hunted illegally in the woods, didn’t smile much, showed up at my back door to trade with my father. The girl who stood stoically on the reaping stage after risking it for her sister, while I let my emotions run freely. I did say she was a lot more talkative in my fantasy, but I wasn’t sure if she’d commit to that part or not.
Ever so delicately, Katniss’ hand reaches over to grab a sheet of homework from me. Only, she doesn’t take the paper with her. Instead, she pushes it off my lap and her fingertips graze the bulge in my pants. I gasp; even the slightest of her touch feels so fucking good. My brain tells me it was an accident, but my brain and my body don’t always agree. My body is screaming for more. I wonder if Katniss has any idea of the effect she has on me. I shuffle the papers around to try and hide the evidence, but it’s no use. My science notes won’t sit flat.
I glance over at Katniss to try and get a reading on her, but she’s not looking at me. Katniss is holding her science notes mere inches from her face, like she’s trying her best to avoid looking at me and facing what she did. I try to conjure up some unpleasant images in an attempt to relieve the ache in my pants, but it’s no use.
And then, she does it again. This time, Katniss deliberately knocks the papers off my lap. She doesn’t move her hand away, either, so she’s cupping me. We stare at each other and I feel a sense of tension rising between us. I’m in disbelief of her actions. She’s looking at me like she’s got a master plan in mind. She slowly trails a finger upwards, starting from the base of my shaft. I can’t help but whimper at the contact… and I’m still wearing pajama pants.
“Katniss,” I croak. “I thought you were here to study. Are you sure this is what we should be doing right now?”
“I’m very sure, Peeta. Very sure.” Her voice has a layer of smoke to it.
I take a deep breath and slowly pull down my pajama pants and shake them off my legs. I have my prosthesis on, which is by far one of the most significant changes from my youth to now. I don’t know if Katniss will ask about it — this little daydream of mine was before the Games. It’s been ten years of me having one. It’s just a part of my daily routine. Wake up, attach it. Take it off if I bathe. Take it off if I shower alone and don’t have Katniss to hold on to when I’m washing. Take it off at night. I generally don’t need it for sex unless I’m taking her from behind. I’m on top most of the time, so I’m glad I kept my knee.
Ten years of me missing half a leg. She’s the reason I’m still here. Katniss is the reason I’m alive and able to see the silly side of her act out an old imagination I had.
I’m free of my pajama pants but still confined to the limits of my boxers. As if she read my mind, Katniss crawls down my body to remove my leg, and then gives me a quick kiss where flesh meets metal. Maybe it’s out of habit, but it’s a gesture I’ll always appreciate. Katniss moves back up a bit, stopping near my thighs. Her eyes widen at the sight of my bulge, like she’s never seen such a thing before. Deep down, it gives me a boost of confidence knowing I can still impress her. My fingers latch on to the waistband of my boxers, but she stops me.
“Let me,” Katniss insists, before tugging them down in one fell swoop. I spring upwards. This is how I know I’m not sixteen, because there’s no way I’d be able to keep it together if she had said that to me ten years ago. I squeeze my dick and give myself a couple of lazy strokes while Katniss continues to stare as if she’s never seen me naked before. Actually, I still have a shirt on. I debate taking it off, but at this point, I’ve decided to give the reins over to Katniss. She’s got a pretty good idea of what I’m looking for tonight. Katniss gives me a sly grin and then takes hold of me. The feeling of her hand wrapped around my length makes me grunt, and she bursts out laughing at my reaction. It’s not malicious though.
“Shhh, what if my mother hears,” I joke, hoping that isn’t taking things too far like I almost did last night.
Thankfully, Katniss keeps playing along. “I can be quiet, Peeta,” she whispers in my ear, sounding rather seductive. I feel myself twitch in her hand. “I hunt in the woods. I know how to keep quiet.”
Bullshit. I’ll never complain about the noises she makes when we have sex, even if it means a grumpy Haymitch the next day. I’m not exactly silent in bed either, but compared to Katniss? Yeah, I’m quiet.
Katniss squeezes me tighter in her grasp as she begins to pump my shaft and I can’t help but moan. “Maybe it’s you who needs help staying quiet. I’ve seen you wrestling before, I know what kind of noises you make.” That might be one of the hottest things she’s ever said to me.
“You watch me wrestle?” I pant, as my erection further swells in her hand. I do remember seeing Katniss and Madge in the audience once. It was the tournament where I lost to my brother. I haven’t wrestled since Quarter Quell training. Not seriously anyway, unless you count the play wrestling Katniss and I engage in. It starts out fun, but usually end with me pinning and kissing my way down her body. Katniss may be small, but she’s strong. She’s always trying to find a new maneuver to knock me off my guard. The effort she puts into it is one of my favourite parts.
“Yeah, I have,” Katniss admits. She gives me such a wicked smile, I almost forget what we’re doing right now. But then I twitch again, and am reminded of the activity at hand… job.
“Those uniforms are really tight! What does it feel like to wear one?” she inquires. Her movements are picking up speed. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, so I push my shirt up to my shoulders. This, of course, does not slip past Katniss. I watch as she bites her lip at the sight of my bare chest. Fuck. She makes no mention of the marks all over my chest and torso that she would’ve seen on such few occasions. I’ll be getting her undressed as soon as she’s done with me.
This feels so good. Not that it ever doesn’t. Touching, licking, stroking, teasing, any word you can think of, I truly enjoy doing to Katniss to make sure she’s sufficiently pleasured. Katniss always offers to reciprocate but watching her come undone is often more than enough for my needs. I know we’re supposed to be pretending we’ve never done this before, but I think even if we had been teenagers tonight, Katniss would’ve been amazing. I wouldn’t have lasted anywhere close to this long.
“Yeah, they’re tight,” I gasp. “I didn’t know you looked at me.” Katniss just winks.
“Katniss, that feels really good. Keep doing that, please,” I whimper. My Katniss loves the noises I make when we’re having sex — it seems this one does, too. Her eyes bore into mine as she continues to work me, and a pool of moisture has gathered at my tip. Katniss takes notice and spreads it around, adding even more fuel to the building fire within me. I’m doing my absolute best to hold out as long as I can, but it’s damn near impossible. I buck into her grip with each pass.
“I’ve never done this before,” Katniss claims.
“Katniss, that’s bullshit,” I say, forgetting about why we’re doing this. All I can focus on right now is how good it feels to be at her mercy.
“It’s true! I’ve never… touched one of these before.” Katniss even bats her eyelashes at me. The sexiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on snuck through a window to study with me and is now touching me so intimately. It’s a dream come true.
I feel that tightening feeling, the one that tells me I’m about to finish.
“Ohhh!” I groan. “Katniss, I- I’m not gonna last much longer.” I make an attempt to move her hand, thinking this is what the Katniss of our teen years would do, but she brushes my hand away.
“No, Peeta. Let me.”
An assortment of noises fall from my mouth as the first droplets of my release hit my stomach. My back arches and my head hits the pillow as I continue to spill all over my torso and Katniss’ hand. She keeps her hold on me until my dick ceases throbbing in her hand and I’ve finished making a mess. I lay in a satiated heap atop the bed, too blissed out to care. I see Katniss scurry to the bathroom and return with a towel, since I’m still wearing the shirt I would’ve otherwise used to clean up. She hands it to me, sheepishly, but not before dipping her finger into my release and spreading it just a bit.
“That was… a lot,” she giggles bashfully.
Glancing down at my stomach before I wipe the mess up, I have to agree. I can be a bit ticklish when she cleans me up, so I guess she didn’t want to “discover” that today.
“Yeah… sorry about that,” I apologize. She said something similar the first time she saw me orgasm outside of her. “I got caught up in the fact that Katniss Everdeen wanted to touch my dick.”
“Don’t be. I liked doing that to you.”
“Did you now? Well, you’re going to like this, then.” I finally gather her into my arms, pulling her close. My fingers grab the hem of her shirt and she lifts her arms so I can pull it off of her. It seems she already took her bra off because I’m pleasantly greeted by her bare breasts instead.
“So gorgeous,” I whisper, before my mouth closes around her left nipple. I caress and tease the right one with my hand. I thought about these a lot too as a teenager. They’re perfect. Katniss responds by softly grinding against me. I tease her breasts a bit more, before flipping her over so she’s laying on the bed. She lifts herself up, giving me access to remove her pants. I strip her of her pants and underwear in one go, not wanting to waste another second. Then I kneel between her knees and put her legs over my shoulders before going to work.
“I like this already,” she mewls, smiling down at me. “It all feels very good, Peeta. Are you… experienced?”
“Nope,” I smirk. “I’ve never done this before, either.” She blushes and then turns away, but I catch the grin on her face. I’m experienced, all right. I’m a painter, I’m a baker, I never take sugar in my tea, and I’m an expert in the art of making Katniss come.
I pepper her legs with kisses, starting by her knees and then working my way up her inner thighs. Katniss squirms beneath me and I feel proud I can do this to her, just as she did to me. She’s already quite wet. I know that was from jerking me off, and I can’t help but feel cocky about it.
I continue my trail of kisses until I reach my target destination. I don’t know how much longer we can keep this game up. Katniss did a wonderful job pretending that was our first encounter, but I short circuit when it comes to her.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” I say. I place a chaste kiss at the center of her thighs before I give her one long, playful lick from her entrance to her clit.
“Peeta!” she shouts. “I thought this was your fantasy! Where you’re the one being… touched.”
“Katniss,” I pull away for a second, “you should know, that in any timeline, there is nothing I want more than to please you.” My tongue presses inside her again. “To taste you.” She whines, overcome with desire. “And to hear you.” I wrap my lips around the spot she wants me most and lightly suck, drawing louder cries of pleasure out of her. Katniss has the duvet in a death grip beneath her fingers.
“Oh, I thought you said you knew how to be quiet?” I chide. “Because you’re not being very quiet, Katniss. What if someone heard you? You may be quiet in the woods, but I think I’m figuring out just how noisy you can be.”
“Peeta. Peeta!” she gasps. “I am quiet! I hunt!” Her voice is hoarse.
“Someone’s going to hear youuuu,” I taunt her, which brings her cries to a feverish pitch.
“Stop talking… and just… make me finish,” Katniss pleads. I happily oblige her request. Judging by the way her legs are shaking around me, she’s almost there anyway. I slip two fingers inside her. She is incredibly wet and warm. Long, long ago, I remember hearing about the “magic” of eating out a woman. It gets better every time I get to do this with Katniss… and we do this a lot.
I glance upwards and make eye contact with those silvery gray eyes I’ve loved for so long. I can barely see the gray though, her pupils are blown so wide from pleasure. With one final, gentle suck on her clit, I bring Katniss over the precipice. I hold her in place as she thrashes about, chasing her orgasm. She is not quiet, no matter what she tried to say earlier. But I knew that. I gently lick her until she’s done writhing, collapsed into a malleable slump. I return to her and adjust her body, so her head’s resting on my chest.
“I had fun with you,” Katniss whispers a few minutes later. “Even if it was hard to pretend we were kids.”
“I did, too. Thanks for indulging me, Katniss. It means a lot, even after all these years.” I kiss her forehead and nuzzle my head into her neck as best as I can. I would be happy to lay here with her for the rest of the night. The rest of time, even.
A few more minutes pass before Katniss lifts her head. “Peeta? I think I… would like to go again.”
This has my attention instantly. “Oh yeah? Am I just that irresistible?” I chuckle.
“I… want to feel you inside me tonight.”
“Well, I won’t say no to that, my love.”
I roll over and quickly get into position to take my wife. All pretenses of pretending we’re reenacting a teenage fantasy are thrown out the window by the time I press inside of her. Katniss firmly wraps herself around me. I can tell she’s still a bit worn out from our previous antics, but I don’t mind taking it slow for this round.
“Was tonight everything you hoped it would be?” Katniss asks.
I nod my head. “Yeah, it was… after all these years, it’s still hard to believe we made it, sometimes. That I get to love you. You know?”
Not that I want to think about anyone else while I’m inside the love of my life, but I wonder sometimes what people would say if they were still here. Would my brothers have celebrated my marriage to Katniss? They gave me offhand advice when I was younger. Would I have mustered up the courage to ask for advice for our first time? Would my father have congratulated me for nabbing an Everdeen? My mother come around? Well, that one’s unlikely.
“Well it’s real, Peeta,” she smiles up at me. I grin back at her.
We exchange a few more pleasantries, but when Katniss’ words start becoming laced with whines, I know the pleasure’s building inside her again.
“Katniss Mellark,” I sigh. “You’re stunning. Sexy. The light of my life. I love you,” a stream of babbles fall from my mouth. I’ve been told before I have a tendency to become a bit sappy after a couple rounds. Katniss takes them all in, keening with each thing I say as she leaps closer and closer to finishing. My thrusts continue to pick up in speed. One could say there’s a chemical reaction between us.
“I’m going to finish soon,” I warn her.
“Me too, Peeta,” Katniss’ breath hitches. She looks disheveled below me. Her eyes are so lidded, they’re barely open.
“Almost there, love.” Katniss lifts her hips to meet mine and together, we tumble over the edge. My entire body shudders as she contracts around me. I collapse onto her once my body can’t hold itself up any longer, but I know she doesn’t mind the weight. We’re both a sweaty mess by now. I can’t tell which limbs are hers and which are mine.
Katniss is almost asleep when I speak up. “So… did you want to study, for real?” I ask.
“You’re the one who wanted today to be a homework free day,” she mumbles. “Besides, I want a bath. You have to carry me.”
I burst into laughter. “Yeahhhh… after the mess we just made, a hot bath is definitely in order. Bath, and then bed.” I scramble out of bed to get the tub ready and promise to come back for Katniss, if she manages to stay awake. She does, and soon enough, we’re enveloped by lavender scented bubbles.
“So, Katniss.” I’m washing her back. “How about tomorrow, we make cheese buns and I explain the chemistry of baking to you. Sound like a good study session?”
She nods her head. “It’s a study date.”