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When You're Not Looking	By : Embracer Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 13084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Hunger Games. It all belongs to Suzanne Collins. This is just for fun, not money.

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Chapter 11
KATNISS POV
“Come, I want to show you something else. It’s even better than this.” He said. I open my eyes and look into his. They’re full of excitement. I can’t help but smile at him and nod. He takes my hand, and leads me back down the top of the dam, and towards the old brick building.
He’s so adorable. He’s turned into a 10 year old boy telling me all about the history of the location. He says that it was the first hydro-electric plant in the state, built in 1906. He explains as we approach the building that it was the original pump house. It’s decommissioned now, and being preserved by the Historical Society. The dam is now controlled by more sophisticated means. He leads me around the dark side of the building. There’s a slender door, and he instructs me to wait there. He moves a few feet from me and removes a loose brick close to the base of the building. From there he produces a key.
I’m looking on confused. Isn’t this a public park? How does he have a key? He answers my unasked question while opening the lock, “I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. I made friends with a night watchman, and he made me a key in case I ever needed to get in and he wasn’t here.”
He escorts me into the building. There are large pipes running everywhere, up through the floors, along the walls. Peeta walks straight over to a cluster of smaller pipes and reaches behind them pulling a battery operated camping lantern that he had hidden there. He has obviously spent a lot of time here. He turns on the lantern, and it dimly lights the room. He returns to me, taking by the hand. He leads me to the far corner of the room where there’s a door. Behind it is a large supply closet. He pulls open a box labeled “Fittings – Do Not Discard” from the bottom of one of the many shelves. He pulls out a large backpack, and replaces the box in its exact position as before.
He reaches for me once the pack is secured on his back. He pulls me to the back right corner beyond the last shelf. There’s a ladder I hadn’t noticed previously. It leads to a hatch in the roof. “Come on,” he says with a twinkle in his eye.
I follow him up the ladder and through the hatch. We’re on the roof of the building and you can see for miles in every direction. He tells me, “This used to be a lookout point during the Civil War. They would have at least 4 men on lookout at any point because this was such a vulnerable spot for attack.” I smile intrigued with his knowledge of the places history.
“It’s beautiful!” I tell him honestly.
He goes into the backpack, and starts digging around.
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PEETA’S POV
I dig into the backpack and find my old sleeping bag. I pull it out and lay it on the roof. I look over to see her standing at the edge looking out at the view. She’s the only view I need these days. She’s so beautiful standing there with her ponytail blowing in the wind. The moonlight bouncing off her arms and shoulders. My eyes move down her shapely body to her legs. She’s still wearing those short shorts, so her legs are on display. Long and toned with strength and softness begging me to touch them. She must feel my eyes on her, and turns to look at me.
I offer my hand, “Come sit with me?” She takes my hand and sits next to me, both with our knees up sitting side by side.
Katniss looks at me, “This is a pretty special place. How did you find it?”
I smile at the recollection, “My Dad brought us here when we were really young for a picnic.” I point to the right of the building, “There’s a little open area right over there at the bank, and we sat there for hours skipping rocks, wrestling with my brothers, and just being kids. My Dad took me for a walk and we wound up on the dam. I saw a man on top of the building in the same spot we are now, and my dad told me about the history and the war.” I glance over at her, and see her peering into me with interest waiting for me to continue.
“He took me over to the old building and asked the groundskeeper we’d seen on the roof if I could have a look. The man was very friendly and brought me and my dad up here. It was the most magical place I’d ever been. I felt safe here, removed from everything else.”
She locks her fingers with mine, “It is pretty magical up here. I can see why you love it.”
“Sometimes it got pretty bad at home, and I would run away. I would always come here. I didn’t have a way to get up here, but being close to it helped some.” She’s leaning her head on my shoulder now. God, she’s so wonderful. I’ve never opened up like this with anyone. I’ve never really wanted to with anyone else. I can’t seem to stop myself with her. “There was one time where my Mom had clocked me across the face with a frying pan. I ran here as fast as I could. I was so angry and hurt. I was determined to get up here no matter what. It was like this spot help my salvation. I got here and the door was locked as usual. I took a rock and was about to start pounding on the door to get it open, when Frank stopped me. Frank was this old night-watchman. He saw my welted face and my tears. I guess he understood and asked me what I was trying to do. I told him I needed to get up here, and begged him to let me in. He hesitated, but he did. I rushed past him, and straight up here. As soon as I reached this spot, I felt like I could breathe for the first time in hours.”
I’ve been so lost in the memories I didn’t notice the tears rolling down her face. “No one should have to feel that way, especially you.”
I wipe the tears from her face and kiss her forehead squeezing her shoulders for comfort. She calms, “Please don’t stop. Tell me what happened next.”
I take a deep breath, “Well, I don’t really know how long I was up here before Frank came up here too. He simply sat next to me, and told me that he didn’t mind if I came when I needed to. He helped me by hiding his key in that brick, and giving me a hiding spot for my pack. I would sometimes spend the whole night up here. It always just…made me feel better. Other than Frank, no one knows about this spot. I guess…I wanted to share it with you, and maybe have a good memory to associate with the place.”
I look her in the eye, and she looks back at me, “Thank you for bringing me here. It is really beautiful.”
Her hand moves to my face and she kisses me lightly, tenderly. She pulls back a little to look at me. She’s searching my eyes for something. I think she’s trying to see if I’m ok after my emotional story. I try to reassure her with my gaze. Something changes and there it is again, that heat. I can see she feels it too, because her eyes darken slightly. I lean in and kiss her this time with a little more heat. She responds, and we’re growing more passionate with each second. She shifts onto my lap pulling me by my shoulders closer to her. My hands shift down to her waist gripping tightly. Her mouth is on mine unrelenting, and I am growing hotter under her hands. She runs her hands through my hair pulling me closer yet. My hands move from her waist to her backside. I can’t help but squeeze her cheeks and pull her even closer. Her soft center is now over my hard one. Oh my God! She’s so warm.
She grinds on me just slightly, and I can’t help but moan. My hand slides up her back and into her hair. I clench my fist into her hair, and pull back to expose her neck to me. She emits an involuntary moan. This spurs me on, I lick and kiss down her jaw to her ear. I brush my lips and tongue over a spot right behind her ear. She groans and claws at my back. I smirk a little and do it again. She like this a lot. I have to remember this spot!
I make my way down her neck to her collarbone. She’s not pulling against my hand still wrapped in her hair, so I release my hold there. My fingers wind down out of her hair and over her neck and collarbone following the same path my mouth took. She’s so beautiful. My other hand has found its way under her tank top and I’m able to feel the silky skin of her lower back. So soft! Feels so good.
Her hands have moved from my back and down my sides. She’s tugging at my shirt, so I let her take it off. She stares at my bare chest just like she did this afternoon when she came with the ice. Her hands trace slowly from my shoulders, over my pecks, and down to my abs. Her touch is sending me into overdrive. I’m not sure how much of this I can handle. She smirks hungrily and dives at my neck biting and sucking at the spot where my neck hits my shoulder. Oh my! I could die happy right now! Her hands are moving across my chest as she assaults my neck and shoulder. I need her skin too.
I pull her tank top up from her waist and over her head. “Wow, you are so beautiful,” I manage to whisper before taking her in with my eyes. I wrap both my arms around her tightly and turn us over so that I’m hovering above her. She’s smiling at me, and I have to kiss her. It’s like we melt together all over when we kiss this time. I trail kisses all the way down her sternum to her belly button and back up. I support myself on one elbow to free my other hand. My free hand roams freely brushing gently over her breasts. Her black strapless bra the only thin between my hand and her supple bosom.
She reaches up and pulls me back down to her by my neck into a hungry kiss. I’m lost in the kiss until her hips flex up against me. Oh God! Her leg wraps around my backside pulling me tight against her. The feeling is exquisite. Instinct guides my hand to her thigh clutching onto it for dear life. Her hands are ghosting over my back until my mouth finds that spot behind her ear again, and her nails dig into my shoulder blades, her back arches up against me. A growl escapes her throat. I’m completely on fire. Every cell of my body screaming to collide with hers. Her hand travels down my back, and slides under the waistband of my shorts. Her small hand grabs my behind and pulls me even harder towards her. Both of us desperate for a closeness that our clothing won’t allow. I want her so bad! I could just take her here, now. No! This isn’t right. We’re too new. This isn’t all I want from her. I want more than just this. Oh my god! Her hands…they feel so good on me. Jesus! How can I stop? She’s extraordinary. That’s why I have to stop and slow this down. I may very well explode, but it’s the right thing to do. Shit!
“Katniss, we…I…oh…,” I fail at my first attempt to stop when her mouth finds mine again as both her legs wrap around me. “Wait! Katniss, baby.” I get this out, and she stops grinding up against me and looks at me confused. I stroke her face with the back of my fingers. “You are so amazing. I want so badly to take you right here, right now, but…we should wait.” Her eyes still clouded with lust are growing more confused as she’s trying to understand what I’m saying. I need her to know that I want more from her. “I want to date you Katniss. I don’t just want…this. We’ve really only known each other for two days, and I want to know you for a lot longer.”
Both of our breathing is returning slowly back to a manageable state. Neither of us move from our positions, but her legs unwrap from around me and relax on the floor. I think I see fear in her eyes. I’m not sure what she’s afraid of, but I want to make that look go away.
“I don’t want to push us so far so fast. I’m not going anywhere! I want to know everything there is to know about you. I want you to know about me.” Her eyes seem to show relief. We stare for a moment. I’m trying to will her to understand me feelings, and she seems to be searching for some kind of validation from me.
She finds her voice, “So, what should we do? This is all very new to me.”
“Me too! I’ve never met anyone like you Katniss. It’s like in the last 48 hours, you’ve become so very important to me. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s intense!” I’m hoping she understands, and maybe feels the same way. My eyes are begging her to understand and not to be afraid.
“Intense!” she concurs. “Yea, this is definitely intense. I’ve never felt anything like this either. I don’t really know what to make of it yet. It’s a little scary, actually a lot scary.” She looks away when she says the last part. I know this is a lot for her to admit. I guide her eyes back to me with my thumb on her chin.
She looks so vulnerable right now. My heart constricts, and my stomach flips. Geez! I know that I’m falling hard for her. I lean down and kiss her with all the comfort and care I can convey. “I’m a little scared too. But, I don’t want either of us to be the least bit afraid if and when we give ourselves to each other. So, I think we need to wait until then.”
She nods, and kisses me once more. I go to move off of her realizing I’m still situated between her thighs. My body shivers a little at the loss of contact. We lay next to each other for a moment staring into the sky. I reach my hand between our bodies and find hers there. I lace my fingers with hers and bring her hand to my lips, kissing each knuckle softly. She takes a deep breath and sighs. It makes me smile, she sounds happy. I roll to face her, propping myself up my elbow, resting my hand on her flat belly.
“I have a suggestion. Are you game?” She raises an eyebrow at me but nods her head. “It seems like every time we’re alone together we can’t keep our hands off each other. We’re like moths to the flame. Magnets. Icarus flying too close to the sun, and a whole lot of other analogies that all say we’re intensely attracted to each other.” She’s laughing at me. I laugh too, which send her into a fit of giggles. Wow! I love that sound!
“So, what do you propose, Icarus?” she manages between giggles.
“Well…we seemed to be ok at the bar-b-que with other people around. We didn’t wind up putting on a show for our friends, even though the heat was there between us. We were able to control ourselves in public.”
She’s smiling widely, “I guess you’re right. So…”
“So…we need to stay in public for a while. Maybe that way, we can avoid this type of situation until we no longer want to avoid it. What do you think?” She’s biting her lip and looking thoughtful.
“How long should we have this rule? I think we should set a time limit, and then extend it if we need to. I work better when I have a goal.” She smirks and winks.
“How’s two weeks?” I ask. Part of me is half-hoping she thinks that’s too long. The other part of me knows already that I’d wait as long as it takes. There’s something so special about her.
“Two weeks…” She’s mulling it over before she continues, “okay, two weeks from today we’ll see where we are, and we’ll plan a private date for that night. If we can still stand each other.” She’s still smiling but I can see a hint of trepidation in her eyes. She snaps herself out of whatever worry she had. “So, what about rules?”
“You think we need rules?”
She nods, “You seem like a big time rule breaker, Mr. Mellark.”
“I don’t think I’m the only one, Miss Everdeen. Okay…rules…hmmm…we will hang out with each other only in public places.” She agrees. “We will see each other at least once every two days. We can only hold hands, hug, and…” I’m debating whether we should even have kissing on the list or not.
“Light kissing,” she helps me out. “As long as we’re in public, we won’t get too carried away. I’m not very big on PDA anyway.”
“Okay. Anything else? I ask while running my fingers over her collarbone.
“Well, both of our friend groups seem to be overly invested. So, I think we need to be careful how much we let them know. They are like family, but this is between me and you, so…”
I nod in understanding, “Okay. One more thing, I think we should take turns planning our time together. I’ll come up with something for us to do tomorrow, and then you’ll be in charge of the next date. Fair?” She looks excited at this. “I think that should do it.”
She sighs, “Well, since this is the last time I have you all to myself for two excruciating weeks, I think we should make the best of it.” She pulls me down to her and kisses me. We continue kissing and touching, both of us knowing we can’t take it too far. We make-out like teenagers for another hour or so until we’re all kissed out for now.
She settles herself sitting between my legs with her back against my chest. We breathe together for a little while admiring the river once more. I kiss the top of her head, and play with her fingers in mine.
She tilts her head up towards me, “Peeta, thank you for bringing me here.” I smile and hold her close. I spend the next few minutes trying freeze this moment in my mind and my heart.
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