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Chapter 33

~ 2 Weeks Later ~

*WARNING!!! THERE IS SMUTT IN THIS CHAPTER! A GOOD LOT OF IT! BE WARNED! AND BE MATURE!* 

Katniss's P.O.V.

Two more painful long weeks have gone by, and no sign or any news about Ruby. Snow hasn't done anything to us. I don't dare to talk to him. I'd rather wait. Peeta stays with me more, now. HU does too, and they switch turns looking for Ruby, and spending time with Josie, Charlie and I when Peeta goes to school. I feel less pain than I did. It still is there, but I can handle things better. My tears have all subsided, but still have the days. Peeta comes into the kitchen while I feed Josie and Charlie. He has a smile on his face, which makes me smile too. Pain has brought us closer.

'Why are you so smiley?' I ask him as I continue to feed the twins.

'I don't know. Just useful to keep a positive attitude for a while.' He says as he switches the kettle on, 'black or white?'

'Black.' I say as I finish up feeding the twins, 'and why do we have to stay cheerful?'

'Because of you-know-who being kidnapped.' Peeta says to me.

'I know...' I sigh.

He puts his arms around me and rest his heads on my shoulder. He kisses my neck. His mouth was on mine in a matter of seconds. Those soft yet firm lips pressed against my own.

'Wait...' I gasp. 'What about them?'

'Hmm... I think they can play a while.' He says with a smile.

I smile back. We take them out of their high chairs and put them in the play pen in the living room. He brings e back to the kitchen. I sit down at the island. I was glad he had a steady grip on my waist to hold me up because I was sure my knees were going to give out any moment. I already felt lightheaded, blood rushing in my ears and between my thighs. I released another whimper when my clit pulsated in sync with the rhythm of his tongue against mine, and I steadied myself with my hand on his thigh. Peeta pulled me closer between his legs, my pelvis uncomfortably flush against the bar stool, but I refused to complain or ruin the moment; instead, I stood up on my toes for better leverage and hesitantly braced my other hand on his shoulder. He released my hip and cupped my jaw to cradle my face while they kissed, nipping at my lips with his teeth in between flicks of his tongue.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groaned after the kiss, and he tried to pull her closer still before realizing the height obstacle the stool presented.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed my hips and hefted me up onto the other bar stool behind us, then he reached his hands under the seat and yanked me closer. Dazed, I steadied myself on his forearms while he hooked my knees over his thighs. I blushed when I looked down, realizing I was spread before him. I hoped my arousal hadn't seeped through my underwear and shorts at this point, but I knew I was uncomfortably wet as it was; he had to be aware of it by now.

But he was kissing me again, banishing all of my self-awareness again. His hand was in my hair, on my neck, then sliding down my chest until his palm covered my breast, and I gasped when he squeezed it, kneading it through my flimsy night shirt. My nipple was hard and sensitive, his thumb brushing over it and causing me to buck in my seat. He swallowed my moan, echoing it back to me when he squeezed my breast again, more firmly this time.

"Your tits are perfect," he marveled, panting against my mouth.

My eyes fluttered open to look at him, but his gaze was cast downward as he watched his own hand knead my breast. His words, his actions made my clit throb painfully, and I bit down on my lip in an effort to muffle my labored breathing.

"I've been dying to touch them ever since they were born," he admitted in a hushed, gruff voice.

At that, his other hand dropped to her thigh and pushed my shirt out of the way, allowing him to slide his hand up my bare stomach, still a little swollen and has the ugly C-section scar, and cup my right breast.

"Ah!" I gasped out loud, a jolt coursing from my nipple to my core as his calloused palm teased the pebbled bud.

He grunted in amusement but squeezed again, his fingers pinching my other nipple through my shirt simultaneously. Peeta paused for a moment to tug my shirt up, exposing my breasts to his eyes. I was out of my mind with lust and pleasure.

"Still so fucking beautiful," he murmured, palming my breasts in both of his hands, and I whimpered pathetically. I was so wet, the painful tingling in my clit a constant pressure now; I felt like I was going to implode. One of his hands released my breast to reach around my back and splay across my back, and he tilted my back in the stool some, holding me up. My eyes widened when I watched him lower his mouth to my breast, his lips suctioning around the nipple to pull into the wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh my god," I croaked out, and he sucked harder, using his teeth to scrape the nipple periodically between pulls of his lips and swipes of his tongue. I hope there is nothing left in there from those two.

"Peeta," I hissed, grabbing onto his head to hold him closer and maintain her balance. He moaned in response and switched breasts, sucking the other nipple into his mouth. I tipped my head back, feeling lightheaded and untethered from reality at the moment. No way was this happening. I must be dreaming; that was the only explanation.

Peeta's teeth nipping at my nipple brought me back to the moment, however, and I squirmed in his embrace, wanting to beg for more but not wanting to speak up and potentially ruin everything. The exquisite pain in my clit was too much, though; I needed relief. I began to shift in the stool, undulating my pelvis with minute revolutions of my hips in an attempt to apply some much-needed friction to my clit. I choked back a moan when it worked, fissures of pleasure radiating through my body, but he noticed immediately, pulling back. I froze, my cheeks blooming with heat, and I met his eyes.

But he just smiled at me. "Do you want me to do that for you?" he asked, his fingers skimming the hemline of my shorts.

I chewed on my lip, wary to voice my desires. "Yeah-yes, please," I whispered, my voice shaky.

With a smile, he flicked his tongue over my nipple one more time before he slipped his fingers underneath the crotch of my shorts and panties. When he made contact with my folds, I jerked in his arms, shocked, but he held my fast.

"Fuck, Katniss, you are so wet," he laughed disbelievingly. His amazement would have embarrassed me, but his fingers kept moving through my folds, swirling through the wetness pooling out of me, stealing any coherent thought from me. I'm very overly sensitive, the touch of his fingers—anyone's, really, other than his; I began to tremble, strangled whimpers leaking from my throat, much the way my arousal leaked from me. It was unreal. My fingers tightened in his hair, trying to still the shaking of my limbs.

His finger grazed my clit, and I cried out, clamping my mouth shut when Peeta shushed me. He laughed, though, kissing her leisurely as he rubbed her clit teasingly.

"Not so loud, they're right in there..." he murmured against my mouth, his tone taunting but gentle. I just nodded, desperate for him to continue his assault on my clit, for him to apply more pressure, or to fuck me with his fingers—something, anything—I just couldn't stand the torture anymore.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, nuzzling my neck, and my chest hitched erratically a few times as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Yes, so-so good," I choked out, "Too long.." Pressing against his hand as he stroked my lips and clit, never quite settling on one spot. His fingers slipped between my folds more, teasing my entrance, and I inhaled sharply. He sighed, tracing an indecipherable pattern on the tendon in my neck with his tongue.

"You're so wet and hot. God, I wanna fuck you so bad again, Katniss," he said, his lips tickling the crook of my neck, and I squeezed his shoulder, sliding my palm over the bare muscles there; I could feel them flexing as he moved his hand between my legs.

"Fuck, I'm so hard just thinking about it. Are you thinking about it?"

My breathing was so hard and uneven, I could barely talk. "Yeah," I forced out, because it was all Id been able to think about ever since I had the twins. When I could do it again. My panties were soaked through by this point, for fuck's sake. He had to realize how badly I wanted him.

I stiffened suddenly, feeling the tip of his middle finger slide into me, but I forced myself to relax, to focus on his mouth on my neck, on how good it felt. It didn't hurt at least, just a minor discomfort as his thick finger pushed further into me. I am still sore from surgery. It felt mildly satisfying, even, feeling his finger inside me. Peeta groaned, his teeth bearing down into my flesh.

"God, yeah, I can't wait to be inside you again, Kit-Kat," he sighed, and I just nodded eagerly. I couldn't comprehend beyond that moment to some point in the future when they were going to fuck. Actually fucking, with his cock inside her. For nine months I've waited. It was too much. All I could focus on was the finger inside me.

And then suddenly there were two fingers inside me, his index finger joining his middle one, and my mouth stretched open in discomfort. This time it was painful, the thickness of his fingers beyond anything else I'd ever had inside me, since nine months ago, up to that point, stretching me wider and wider. An involuntary gasp of pain slipped through my lips, and I tried to spread my legs wider, as if it would help, but the pain remained. I grimaced as he moved his fingers inside me a few times, and then, thankfully, he stopped, pulling his head back to look at me.

For a moment, all I heard was his heavy breathing, and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to pull away entirely. But he didn't move, and his fingers remained inside her. "Katniss..." he halted. Was there concern in his voice? "Does this hurt?"

I gasped despite myself, unable to hold my breath anymore, and I felt the dull ache where his fingers were.

"A little," I answered, my voice small. I don't want to hurt myself again, but I don't care. his fingers lighted upon my clitoris again, rubbing small circles on it. I spasmed in his arms, and he pulled me tighter against him, using the pads of his three middle fingers to stroke the bundle just above me entrance.

"Oh god," I moaned, the pleasure swift and more intense than before, the pain of the previous intrusion quickly forgotten.

"Does that feel better?" he asked in my ear, and I nodded frantically, my thighs pressing down over top of his, my hips thrusting forward to encourage the movements of his fingers.

"Yes," I gasped, digging my fingers into the taut muscles of his shoulders. The buildup was fast and unexpected, the pleasure coiling between my thighs, and I knew I was going to snap any second. I heard him laugh quietly, probably at the ridiculous sounds I was making.

"You gonna come for me?" he asked gruffly, pressing down harder as he rubbed the swollen nub faster. That was my undoing, so sudden and startling, I couldn't help the surprised yelp that escaped me. Peeta hushed me with his mouth, kissing me harshly to stifle the cries bubbling from my throat as my orgasm tore through me. His fingers didn't let up either, coaxing more tremors from me; my clit continued to pulse under his fingertips, and quaked almost violently. He just held me tighter against his chest until the sensation ebbed, just a dull afterglow, and I panted around his tongue.

I was unprepared for the sensation of his fingers sliding inside me again, my walls still fluttering from my orgasm.

"Ah," I breathed out, feeling him pump them in and out of me gingerly, slowly. It didn't hurt this time, the feeling less foreign, thankfully, though it was still a bit uncomfortable. Peeta was watching my face intently.

"Better?" he asked, his fingers moving inside me more easily with the rush of wetness from my orgasm.

I nodded. "Yes," I said weakly, reflexively clenching my walls around his fingers. His eyes darkened noticeably, and he let out a small groan.

"Fuck," he sighed, as the phone rang.

"Don't.." I moaned and kissed him again.

I intensified until he was sucking on my tongue and panting into my mouth, making me tremble under the pressure of his body pinning hers against the island.My body reacted instantaneously to him, coming alive under his touch. My nipples were stiff against her shirt again, his fingers setting them on fire even through my shirt as he stroked them. I could already tell my panties were soaked beyond belief again. I tried to take control of the kiss and assert some dominance, sliding my tongue into his mouth as my hands slid into his hair, fisting around his silky curls. He bit down on my lip in return, and I moaned, wanting nothing more than to pull his body down onto mine and settle the weight of his solid form between my legs where I was throbbing urgently for him, as I was before.

But I wanted something else first.

With a protesting sound, I pushed on his chest some to break the kiss, regretfully. He narrowed his eyes at mine, confused, his lips moist and red.

I smiled "Um, do you want me to...?" I gestured to his groin where his loose pajama pants were tenting from his erection.

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth curling into a half-smile.

"If you want to." He said.

I nodded, and he laid back on the counter, pulling me into his lap so my legs splayed over his. I sat back some so his erection was accessible. Peeta gave my knees a reassuring squeeze before he stretched the waistband of his pants down and pulled out his cock. My breath caught in my throat at the sight.

I'd seen it before, but still. I felt a little overwhelmed, unsure where to start. Peeta slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled my down for a kiss, quick but fierce, before releasing me. Then he took my right hand in his left and wrapped it around his shaft. I inhaled sharply; the skin was soft, silky almost, but underneath it was hard and turgid. I hand looked small next to his cock, dwarfed by his own large hand as well. He tightened my fist around him, emitting a soft sigh.

"Like that, grip it hard," he whispered, then he directed my hand up and down, slowly at first, until he built a steady rhythm. I watched in amazement, the head of his cock nearly disappearing in the enclosure of her fist as he jacked himself off with both their hands. He felt amazing. I had almost forgotten what it was like. It's been so long.

Peeta let go of my hand, his own settling on my bare calves where he gave me a small, encouraging squeeze. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing, soft moans sticking in his throat.

"God, yeah. Like that, Katniss," he groaned, and I swore I could feel him swelling even larger in my hand. I watched as I stroked him, the dewy drop of pre-cum glistening on his head tempting me. The urge was sudden and intensely primitive but I felt compelled to lick it up with my tongue, to taste him, then take him into my mouth. I squeezed his cock tighter, causing him to buck up into my hand.

"Oh, fuck," he hissed, the slow, deliberate bob of his Adam's apple hypnotizing.

With a smirk, I leaned forward and latched onto the offering with my mouth, sucking the delicate flesh firmly, possessively. His approving groan vibrated against my tongue through the thick column of his neck.

"Shit, Katniss. Faster."

His hips thrust upward to emphasize his point, and she complied. The rapid movements of my hand felt amazing. Peeta crushed me against his chest suddenly, pinning his cock between our bodies, but I kept my hand moving, fighting the fatigue. I laved the skin of his neck generously with my tongue before kissing a sloppy trail down to the curve of his shoulder, worrying the muscle there with my teeth. His quiet moans and haggard breathing were like a melody in my ear, and I swelled with pride listening to it, feeling his erratic heartbeat through my own chest.

He shifted underneath me, snaking his hand between their bodies to grab mine. I stilled my movements in surprise, but he just cupped my hand over the head and squeezed tightly.

"I'm coming," he grunted, and a second later I felt a warm fluid fill my palm, spurting in sync with the pulsing of his cock.

Even though I have seen it before, I watched my hand raptly as he came into it, his own hand covering it. There was too much semen, and I felt it leak through the cracks of my fingers, dripping down his shaft.

After a minute or two, Peeta let out a satisfied sigh and loosened his hold on my hand, letting his hand drop to the couch. Carefully, I pried my hand off his softening cock, still clutching his cum in my palm. His fingers on my temple, brushing my hair out of my face, caught my attention, and I glanced down at him with a smirk. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glassy, but he smiled crookedly at me.

"I'll get a towel, just...give me a minute," he offered, his head falling back on the granite counter as he caught his breath.

I nodded to myself but precariously opened my hand. It was sticky and wet from his semen, which clung to my palm and fingers. Saliva began to pool in my mouth, and I chewed my lip before I pushed away all thought and decidedly licked up a taste from the heel of my hand. It was warm, salty even. A taste I really couldn't describe, but it wasn't bad. I licked the rest up and swallowed every last drop of his cum until my hand was clean and glistening with my own saliva.

When I was done, I realized Peeta was watching me intently, his eyes nearly black. I grinned under his stare, a blush claiming my cheeks.

"I figured that was easier," she explained seductively. "I wanted it again, not very hungry for anything else..."

"Well.. I'm hungry too.." He said.

"Oh?" I said cheekily, my mouth parting as he tugged my panties down further. He pushed me off of him and then pushed me to the counter.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, his other hand coming up to hook in the left side, and he pulled my underwear down my legs. When they reached my knees, he let them go, and they fluttered down me, pooling around my feet. I kicked them off of me and they landed on the floor. He grabbed me by my hips to pull me closer, until my knees hit the edge of the faucet. My shirt inched up further with his hands, and he pressed his mouth against my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button and gently over that hideous scar. The effect was immediate, arousal leaking out of me once more, and I threaded my fingers through his hair. Peeta paused, tipping his face upward and resting his chin on my abdomen. He grinned at me.

"I can smell you already." he grinned.

My face warmed considerably, but he didn't give me a chance to respond as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap, then picked me up and laid us onto the floor and twisted me underneath him. I settled onto the hard wood but I didn't have time to consider the situation because he was kissing me next, his tongue coaxing mine into play, and I moaned into his mouth. My fingers clawed at the nape of his neck, and I pressed upward against him, my kisses needy and aggressive. I felt his hand settle on my breast once he'd pushed my shirt up to my neck, squeezing the mound and tweaking the nipple. He swallowed the sound I made and dipped his tongue further into my mouth.

When I felt his hand between my thighs next, I gasped, nearly knocking my forehead against his. His fingers made contact with my wet folds, and he groaned around my tongue as he teased my lips, swirling two of his fingers around my clit and through the gathering moisture. Breaking the kiss, he pulled his head back slightly to look at me. My eyelids feel heavy, and I hitched my knees up to plant my feet on the floor, spreading my legs wider for him. He cracked a smile.

"Thatta girl," he murmured smugly, circling my clit. I moaned and shut my eyes to revel in the sensation.

"Peeta," I whispered, fisting the rug underneath me in my hands. I opened my eyes again in alarm when I felt the floor creak and found him sitting up. But he just settled in between my thighs and slid off the rug to the floor. His hands hooked around my thighs, and he yanked me to the edge of the rug. I had to spread my legs wider to keep my feet on something firm, but his face was level with my crotch now.

"Um, Peeta—"

"You're so beautiful.. Even with the flaws," he said, and I glanced down at him. He wasn't looking up at me but instead directly between my legs. I wanted to laugh. It was far from pretty, but if he thought so, I wasn't going to argue.

"Do you want me to lick your pussy, Katniss?" he asked, his breath hot on my folds, and I scrunch my face up in anticipation, slinging my arm over my eyes.

"Yes," I said, my voice soft, and even though I tried to brace herself for the sensation, his wet tongue gliding through my lips was still a shock, pulling a gasp from my lungs. He did it again, guiding his tongue over my entrance several times to lick up my arousal, and my entire body tensed, my grip on his neck tightening. "Oh my god."

Peeta moaned, dipping his tongue inside me, first teasingly, then deeper, his fingers spreading me open to allow him better access. I could feel his lips and teeth moving against me as he worked his tongue in and out of me, and I couldn't help the gasping moans that emitted from me.

"Oh my god," I repeated on a whine. He chuckled deeply, retracting his mouth some.

"You like that?" he teased, and I nodded frantically, grappling for his hair so I could pull him back.

"Please don't stop," I begged at the ceiling, and he acquiesced, latching his mouth back onto my pussy. This time, his tongue found my swollen clit, caressing it experimentally—first, in small flicks, then in broad vertical strokes before he settled on fast, sideways swipes when my responding moans doubled with the changes.

"Ohgodohgodohgod," I chanted pathetically, my hips bucking against his face as I tried to encourage the attention of his tongue and spur on my orgasm. The sensation of his mouth on my pussy was weird and new and wonderful, and I didn't want him to stop. I was afraid he would hurt the healing of inside of me, but I needed some relief for the mounting pressure at my core. My whole body was trembling, my legs shaking; I couldn't stand it.

"Oh fuck, Peeta, fuck, I'm close."

He let up on my clit for a moment to slip his tongue back between my folds, teasing them and drawing my juices into his mouth. When I pulled on his hair with a desperate mewl, he attacked my clit once again, resuming the furious rotations of his tongue on the swollen bud. He slid his fingers inside me to replace his tongue, pumping them steadily and curling them upward as he maintained the rhythm on my clit. It was exquisite, and dangerous, and I felt like everything began and ended right there at his tongue between my thighs.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" I shouted, oblivious to how loud I was as my body began to quake.

Peeta just fucked me harder with his fingers, his tongue moving faster, and my orgasm ripped through me, forcing a strangled cry from my lips. My thighs clamped shut around his head, and my clit pulsed painfully as I thrust my hips against his mouth to ride out my climax. When it was finally over, when he finally released me, I melted into the floor, limp and boneless and sated and weirdly delirious. I watched through lidded eyes as Peeta sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then unzip his pants to pull his cock out. He pushed my knees open wider, and for a second I thought, Finally.

But he didn't crawl on top of me.

"Pull your shirt up so I can see your tits,"

My shirt had fallen back down during my wild thrashing, and I complied, exposing my breasts for him again. His hand held my thighs open, and his other took his cock in hand. He began to stroke himself, his eyes riveted to my body, darting between my pussy and breasts and face. I watched him jack himself off, his hand moving fast and purposefully over his cock. I was in a trance. I was too tired to offer any help. There was something oddly mesmerizing and arousing about the moment, him jerking off while he looked at me. My hands groped at my breasts, pinching my nipples, and he huffed, tugging on his cock harder.

"Finger yourself," he told me, and I moved my hand between my thighs, wincing when I felt how sensitive my clit still was. Instead, I pushed a couple fingers inside myself and leisurely pumped them in and out, my breathing increasingly dramatically. I couldn't believe she was doing this.

"Shit, you're incredible. So fucking hot," he grunted, his nostrils flaring, and I moaned softly.

"So are you," I keened, my face flushing, and I stroked myself for his benefit. His hand tightened on my knee.

"Shit, I'm gonna come on you," he warned.

I wasn't sure what he meant exactly, but he pulled my hand out between my legs and stilled my movements. Peeta knelt on the edge of the rug and then leaned over me some, his hand jerking erratically as he gasped. I startled slightly when the first spurt of his cum hit my stomach, then I watched in awe as he spilled himself on me, his cum pooling on my abdomen around my belly button, dripping down the sides of my torso. My eyes lifted to watch his face twist in pleasure while he came, his own eyes watching her face. I couldn't look away.

Finally, he sighed and released his cock, tucking himself back into his pants. Then he pulled his shirt off over his head and used it to wipe me off.

"Sorry..." he says.

I didn't say anything for a moment as I watched him clean the cum off my stomach.

"Yeah...I liked it," I admitted, with a smile.

He grinned at me and tossed his shirt behind us.

"I thought you might," he said, and he crawled over me, collapsing on top of me.

He then buried his face against my neck and sighed. I was surprised by the intimacy of the moment; were they going to lay on the floor all day after having sex? I just listened to him breathe, his chest expanding and contracting against my own. His heartbeat thumped steadily against my rib cage.

I could hear Charlie fussing, and then the phone rang. Peeta groaned into my shoulder. I sighed and kissed his neck. He looks down at me with a genuine smile. Our lips met. It started sweet. Then growing more and more passionate.

"I need you to fuck me right now," I whisper shakily, trying to will my nerves away. They needed to move fast. "Please."

He nods and moves differently. Then he pushed into me, slowly, stretching me open. My gasp stuck in my throat, my mouth going slack. Peeta peppered kissed on my lips, pulling his hips back some before pushing into me again. A searing pain spread through me, and I hissed through my teeth, gritting them together until I felt him stop once he was buried inside me.

'Damn. That hurt.' I think.

I heard both Josie and Charlie fussing.

"God Fuck.." I groaned and stopped.

The phone rang again, for what must've been the seventh time that morning. It's getting annoying but sooner or later one of us will have to pick up the phone. Just then, there's a knock on the door.

'I'll get it.' Peeta sighs as he pulls out of me. He helps me up gently and then gets himself decent. We're both covered in sweat and one another's juices. I smirk and he kisses me.

'We're not done.' He murmurs.

'Hell no.' I say and kiss him again. 'We definitely aren't done.'

We go to the living room and I pick up the twins from their playpen.

'Sorry, Loves. Mommy and Daddy were busy. But I'm here now.' I say to them.

I see Peeta look at me cautiously, when there are cops on the doorstep. He goes outside with them. I take them upstairs to the nursery and set them on the changing table. I take off their onesies and change them.

'Is that better, Josie-Jo?' I ask with a smile and kiss her head. She giggles and tries to grab at me. 'How about you Mr. Charmander? Feel better?' I ask and tickle his tummy. He giggles and laughs wildly and squirms around. I do the same to Ruby and she joins in the laughs and giggles and squirms.

I hear the front door open and slam. Peeta swears loudly and I hear something clatter. I pick the twins up and set them in their cribs. I hurry downstairs to Peeta. He's in the living room with his hands covering his face. He's crying. I sit on the couch and wrap my arms around him tightly.

"Peeta, sweetie, what's wrong..?" I ask.

He cries on me and holds me closer. His tears hit my shoulder, his head buried into my chest. I hold him tight and rest my head on his.

"They don't.. They don't..care.." He sobs.

I lift his head up and he looks at me. "What's wrong?" I ask concerned and sweetly.

" They aren't looking anymore... They say she's dead.. They aren't going to look for Ruby anymore, Katniss. Our little girl.. Is never going to be found... she'll never come home." He says bitterly.

My heart stops and the news bounces around in my head. Ringing in my ears. My tears flood down my face and I can't even think or say anything. Peeta holds me and I hold him. WE cry onto each other and try to cope with the fact that we may never find our daughter. I bet Snow has already killed her.. I'll never see my sweet little girl. My little Ruby.. Dead at the hands of that Snake.. Peeta pushes away from me and gets up.

"Peeta," I whimper and sniffle, "What are you doing?"

"To find her since nobody else on this whole fucking planet cares! I'm going to bring her home!! Even if it kills me!!" He says furiously and goes to the door.

I stand and follow him. I wrap myself around him and try to keep him from leaving.

"Don't Peeta.. Just stay.. Please?" I cry

He shoves me off of him and opens the door. He slams the door in my face. I sink to my knees and hide my face in my hands as I cry. I can't stop thinking of what could have happened to Ruby. What he did to her. Where he buried her... The mail slot on the door gets pushed open and then an envelope falls into my lap. My name is written in delicate cursive and no return address. I turn it over and there is a white wax rose covering the end of the envelope. I open the envelope and take out the letter.

My Dear Miss Everdeen,

The time of waiting is over. The time to act is now. I think it is best if we make a promise to not lie to one another, fair? You must know by now why I have your daughter. So, what shall it be? Give me the payment, or never see your daughter ever again..? Do you really want her to leave this world for her mother's past actions? For her Grandfather's actions..? From the time this letter gets to you, the clock will begin to count down for you to see me in person and to make our deal for your daughter. You have 48 hours. Come to the mansion within these hours and you shall be able to see your daughter. If you and your Father do not respond to this.. More than your daughter will be lost. Don't you think I don't know that Mister Murillio and Mister Decker are out in the Square enjoying time with their Misses? Or that Mister Mellark is running around town looking for someone who is in my care? Or Miss Cresta is studying in 4? I have eyes everywhere Miss Everdeen.. I won't hesitate to call the shot on all of them. Even the twins who are sleeping peacefully in their cribs.

Time is ticking.. Make your choice, Miss Everdeen. Payment, or your whole life changes forever.. I will be waiting.

-C. Snow

My heart stops. I don't even know what to think or what to do. I drop the letter on the floor and race up the stairs. I open the door to the nursery and look around. I don't see anything or anyone around. I look out the windows and don't find anyone out. I close the curtains and lock the windows. I run around the whole house and lock everything and close the curtains. I lock myself, Arlo and Buttercup in the nursery. I can't imagine doing what he wants. I can't. I will not. But Ruby... I let out a frustrated sigh and slammed my fist onto the ground. I hid my face in my hands.

'I have to.. I have to save her... Even if it kills me. And it will..' I think.

I take a shaky breath and pull my phone out. I call up Dylan. I try to clear all sounds of sadness from me.

"Hello there, Miss Katniss. What's up?"

"Hey, Um.. Peeta went out to look for Ruby again. I.. need to go out and I can't bring the Twins with me. Are any of you free?"

"I am. I'll see who else. You okay?"

"Yeah. just have to see someone."

"Okay... um.. I'll see who can come over with me. Are you in some sort of trouble, Katniss...? You seem.. Off.."

"I'm fine Dylan. I'll see you in a bit. Key's under the mat, the twins are asleep with Arlo and Buttercup. Bye."

I hang up before he says anything else. Arlo whines at me and Buttercup meows. I pet both of them and get up. I go to my room and change out of my night clothes soaked in sweat, tears, and Peeta. I shower and get dressed to a suitable appearance for Snow. I go and get in my car. I drive to where the Snake lives. I probably break every law in driving, but I will not wait any longer. The pain is too much and I won't let anymore of it be upon me or those who are in my life. The gate that leads to his mansion is open for me. I get out and go up the long steps to his home. The doors open for me and guards take me to a room. It opens and I find him seated at his desk. A fresh white rose on his jacket lapel. His snake eyes look at me while a sinister snake smile is on his face.

"Please, sit down, Miss Everdeen."



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