Chapter 3

*WARNING! SEXUAL SMUT CONTENT IN THE CHAPTER! READ AT OWN RISK AND BE MATURE!* 

Katniss

I stand on the porch in front of the bakery thinking of what I've just done. I just agreed to go on a date with a man while I'm married to another. Despite the fear of how things will turn out to be, I regret nothing.

Before I can think of anything else, Peeta appears right beside me after properly closing the bakery.

"Where should we go?" He asks

"I know exactly where we should go. Just follow me" I say thinking of the only place we could be safe. I grab his hand and guide him through the town towards the meadow.

Peeta is no stranger to me. I could never forget him. Or rather what he did for me.

When my father passed mum went to a dark place. She would not talk. She would not eat. She would not move. She would just sit there in their bed looking at nothing. Doing nothing. I was 11. Prim was only 6.

We were dying. And mum was the one to blame.

The money given for us by the government after dad's death was over. We had no food in the fridge. We could not pay the bills.

So after seeing Prim's rib-cage through her skin and mum's unchanged face I decided that I had to do something. And fast. So I grabbed Prim's baby clothes and went to town.

I was trying to sell them in the pouring rain. Nobody came. But I still had to do something. An idea came into my head as I saw the bakery's back doors and its trash can.

I was looking for something interesting when the baker's wife appeared and screamed hysterically of how I should go back to the Seam rats where I belonged or else she would call the peacekeepers. I didn't want more trouble so I sat under the tree in front of the bakery.

I was so weak. It was so cold. I just sat there giving my apologies to Prim. Of how I could not save her. Of how weak I was. That was until he came.

Peeta Mellark, the baker's youngest son, was right in front of me with two burnt loaves of bread. He gave me the bread. He saved Prim. He saved me.

He gave me a small smile and before I could say anything he ran back to the bakery where his mother was screaming. The last thing I saw was that witch of a mother hitting him full in the face with her own fists.

The following day at school (and for a week or so) he appeared with a swollen purple eye. Yet I couldn't approach him and thank him for saving us. For saving Prim. That's something I'll always regret.

"Where exactly are we going?" His voice woke me from my thoughts as we reached the fence separating us from the forest.

"You'll see" I simply say letting go of his hand.

I slide through a hole hidden by a small bush that lets us have access to the forest. Peeta has an amusing look on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"It's just weird" he says and as the slides through the hole (with great difficulty due to his way too big size of a body) I can hear him mumble something like 'fuck it I'm already here'.

I grab his hand again and lead him the way. He has some difficulty due to his prosthetic leg which I hadn't noticed before yet I say nothing and keep on walking towards the cabin. I have never shown it to anyone. Not even Gale. It was my father who first showed me not long before the accident. I have no idea of its history but I guess I'm about to make a history of my own in it.

It resides in front of a beautiful lake now illuminated by the pale moonlight.

"Wow...." Preta exclaims.

"I know. It was my father's" I say smiling remembering our times here. Especially when he taught me how to swim.

"Do you want something?" I ask "Water, juice, wine?"

"I think wine should be fine right now" he says with a small smile on his face that makes me feel things. "I'll light the fire"

I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine, two cups and I pour the wine in them.

I sit down by the fire beside Peeta and give him a cup. He takes a sip and smiles.

"This is good. If you do n't mind me asking, Why is there wine here?"

I chuckle while taking a long sip.

"This is the place I like to come when I need some time alone. You know?"

"Definitely. I wish I had a place like that but my best shot is probably the attic" he says smiling a bit. I smile too.

I notice how long his eyelashes are and how they almost seem invisible due to their blonde colour. His long curls fall down in his forehead and some even in his eye and before I can control myself I take them out.

I can see his bright blue eyes staring at me. I look at him then, and I'm stricken with a feeling I can't name. There are pale blue rings underneath his eyes, and they accentuate a sadness in his eyes. He looks fatigued and worried sick. I hadn't noticed how emotionally taxed he has been since I had last seen him. How alone he must feel. Just like me.

He's concealed it from me so well.

"Do you mind?" He asks, gesturing to his coat almost apologetically.

I swallowed loudly, shaking my head. He removes his coat and tosses it onto the chair in the corner. I paused for a moment, seeming to consider something. And then I put my arm around him while my other arm allows him to take another sip from his cup.

I involuntarily sigh when I feel his arm curl around my shoulder. I can feel his warmth and steadiness, and I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling his firm bicep behind my head. It's a thousand degrees outside and his body is radiating heat, but I find myself melting into him, wanting to vanish inside of him. I'm like a moth compelled to the flame.

So I rise up onto my knees, and I swing my left leg over his waist so that I'm straddling him. I place my hand on his chest, where I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palm. I stare into his eyes, just inches from mine. They're pools of sadness and love and hope, and as I lean toward him slowly, I can see there's something else there, too.

I press my lips to his, softly at first, but with increasing pressure. He meets my kisses with equal force, wrapping his hands around my waist and caressing my back. When I part his lips with my tongue, he groans into my mouth, and I can feel him swelling beneath me. His erection feels so right against me, like puzzle pieces that fit, and I can feel a wetness seeping from within me. I playfully bite his lower lip, and I'm surprised to feel him twitching through the cotton of my shorts.

"Fuck, Katniss," he groans in agony.

Before anything else happens I take both of our empty cups and throw them to the other side of the room.

I pull away from him and look at his face, at his eyes hooded with passion for me.

Slowly, with relish, I lift my shirt over my head and sit there, topless, on his lap. I want him to see me, like this, in the moonlight and to remember me when I'm gone.

He looks at me reverently, like I'm something beautiful and untouchable, and I take his hands, guiding them to my breasts. He leans forward and kisses them, flicking the nipples gently with his tongue. He teases each nipple with his teeth, and the unfamiliar sensation threatens to overwhelm me. Now I'm the one groaning.

My hips begin to grind instinctively against his, and the friction of his cock through our clothes makes me ache with a need I have never felt before.

I buck against him, my eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and I can't help but blurt out, "I thought you hated me."

He holds me still, gripping me firmly by the shoulders, and I whimper out of frustration. Whatever we're doing, it's made me greedy. I want more, and I can't bear to stop.

He's insisting I meet his gaze. "You're a piece of work, Katniss. Don't you know? I could never hate you. I'm just doing what I have to do. Don't you see?" His tone, his eyes, are desperate for me to understand.

He's so hard beneath me. I can feel how badly he wants me, how much he loves me. And I do see.

So I nod and lean forward, pressing my forehead to his. I whisper, "I know." To show him that I understand, I peel his shirt off his body, pausing to admire his musculature and the fine blonde hairs on his chest. Almost timidly, I reach out to touch his bare skin. I have never touched him like this, and his skin feels delicious to the touch. I begin to kiss his neck, to suck gently on his skin, which tastes salty from the hot summer night, and he moans in response.

"I want to make love to you, Peeta," I whisper, quickly and while I have the courage to confess it.

He holds my face in his hands, kissing me fervently, and I can feel his smile on my mouth.

I let my hand fall, slowly, down his chest, and I reach beneath the band of his shorts. His breath becomes labored, and I gasp as I feel him, for the first time, in my hands. The softness of his skin, the hard lines and ridges of his cock. I don't know what to do, have never touched a boy like this, and he knows that. He whispers, "Here," and takes his hand, placing it over mine, and begins to move my hands along his length in slow, repetitive strokes. His eyes close, head falling back in ecstasy, and I'm overcome now with hunger for him, for more of this feeling that we are giving to each other.

I stop stroking him and lean up on my knees, hovering over him. He opens his eyes, looking at me questioningly.

"Take my shorts off," I tell him, my voice husky and thick. His mouth falls open at the bluntness of my command, and I lean down and passionately kiss him, our lips swollen and pink. I feel his hands on my waist, can feel his fingers peeling my shorts and panties down in one motion, and then he's touching me. I've never been touched there before, and the sensation of his fingers exploring my curves and folds makes me groan into his mouth.

I slip my shorts and panties off my right leg, then left, and push Peeta up against the couch. He's taken his prosthetic leg off, and I know that this will be the easiest way for us to do what I want next. I curl my fingers around his penis and guide him to my entrance, which is slick and wet, ready for him. I slide down slowly onto him, and as he enters me, he wraps his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my neck. I curl my arms around his neck, and we sit like this for a moment, just feeling the impossible closeness of each other.

And it doesn't hurt like I thought it would, like I overheard the girls in school saying it did. He fills me, fits inside me so perfectly, and I stretch to accommodate him. I start rising and falling along his length, and then I'm moaning his name over and over. I notice at some point that the couch is knocking along the wall, and I move one hand to stabilize it, to hold it still. He reaches up and clasps his hand around mine, preventing me.

"Don't," he growls into my ear "I want to remember that sound, too," he says, and so I ride him harder, making the couch slam, again and again into the wall.

Our kisses have grown sloppy, our hair tangled, our bodies slick with sweat, and I can feel something building inside of me. Fire is coursing through my veins, and I'm tingling and lightheaded. I'm weightless and invincible, and I can't breathe, but now I'm so impossibly happy about it that I don't fucking care. And then I feel something erupting inside of me, and I yelp out in pleasure. He kisses me deeply, greedily tasting the sound. My walls are pulsating, grasping his cock inside of me, and he groans at the sensation of my orgasm.

"Katniss," he whispers, "Can I come?"

I hold his face in my hands now, and I'm planting kisses along his jaw, the corner of his mouth, the freckles of his nose, the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes" I answer everywhere that my kisses fall on his face.

And then I feel him coming, releasing his warm fluid inside of me, and we're pulsating together, my walls still squeezing him, matching every throb. His trembling arms hold me tightly against him, and I know now what his arms feel like around me, holding me tightly against his body. His strong arms are shaking from a feeling I have inspired in him- not from exhaustion, but from satisfaction and devotion.

We sit like this, in the moonlight, and I ask him, "So what should we do now..?"

And I understand exactly what he means when he answers, "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you."

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