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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.

Chapter List
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Chapter 13
KATNISS POV
It’s the moment of truth. I’m parked outside of Peeta’s building. Neither of us are virgins, so why am I so nervous? We’re both adults. We even prepared for this. Part of the two week deal was we both got tested, and I went on birth control shots. Nothing is left to chance, and if we both really want this… Breathe! I take a deep breath, and get out of the car not forgetting his gift. He lives above an old storefront that’s been converted into an art gallery, café, and poetry venue with condos above. I make my way to his condo, number eight. I’m standing in front of his door, take another deep breath, and another, and I knock.

I can hear him approaching the door…one last breath, “Hi.”

He stands awkwardly in the doorway, “Hey.” We just stare at each other for a moment. I can see my own trepidation mirrored in his eyes. He averts his eyes and takes me in. Eyeing me from my hair, which I let hang free tonight, to my navy blue tank dress with the seersucker swing skirt ending about two inches above my knees, down to my brown leather gladiator sandals. I can’t help but smirk a little to myself. I guess he likes what he sees. His eyes move back up to mine, but quickly avert with the gesture of his hand inviting me in.

I step in, and put his gift bag on the floor next to the door, and drop my purse next to it. We stand in front of each other face to face, and he says, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. You look good too,” it’s my turn to eye him. He looks delicious in his white linen button up shirt with the top two buttons unfastened and the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His jeans are just the right kind of old, with a couple of small rips from wear, and a bit of fraying at the seams hanging over his bare feet. For some reason, that is really sexy, especially since I know he was barefoot in the kitchen. That little thought bring me back to his face. He reaches out to hug me, and I accept, but it’s tense and brief.

He tells me dinner is almost ready and to make myself comfortable. He heads back to the kitchen. I admire my surroundings. It’s a loft style condo, very open with high ceilings indicative of the old warehouses and storehouses in the downtown area. The walls are partially plastered with some exposed brick. To my left is the living room area with a couple of large tufted couches, and a recliner in brown leather that doesn’t go with the other furniture. There’s a large flat screen tv along with some other electronics in the far corner. The art on the walls is interesting. Colorful but not garish. I have no idea who the artists are. To my right is the dining area. He has a nice simple mission style cherry stained table with four chairs. There’s a hallway beyond that which I assume leads to the bathroom and bedrooms. Don’t think about bedrooms. I swing back to where he is, the kitchen. It’s a large open kitchen with a large butcher’s block island. The cabinetry looks like a sagewood in a walnut color. It’s quite beautiful.

He’s messing about at the sink when I make my way over. “Is there anything I can help with?”

He smiles a little but doesn’t look at me, “Sure, could you set the table?”

I nod my response, but am not sure he sees. I begin setting the table and finish too soon. I stand next to him, while he’s cutting the bread, “Anything else?”

He stops cutting and grabs a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. “Can you open this for us and let it breath?”

“Ok,” I say as I reach for the bottle extended in his hand. His eyes are still looking elsewhere. When I grasp the bottle our fingers touch, and we both freeze. Whoa! I’m frozen for a few seconds due to the electricity running between us, staring at our touching fingers. I look up at him, and he’s facing to the side and his eyes are closed. I notice his breathing, and realize he’s trying to settle himself. I can’t help but smile a little. I have an epiphany that he’s feeling the same thing I am. I ease myself in front of him, his eyes still closed, and I can’t help but smile as I lean in and take his lips with mine. I kiss him sweetly and gently until I feel him respond. I pull away slightly and kiss the tip of his nose. Turning from him to open the bottle of wine.

I begin my task with a big smile on my face. I chance a glance at him, and he’s smiling too looking at me. He starts laughing, which makes me giggle. We laugh for a moment, and he comes to me. He plants a kiss on my head, and pulls me in to a real hug. I’m completely encased in his arms. The tension is gone, and his warmth is overpowering. It feels wonderful, safe, comforting. We stay enraptured for a moment longer until he says, “I missed you today.” I nod into his chest. He squeezes me just a bit tighter then says, “Let’s eat.”

We sit down at the table finally relaxed. He has prepared an immaculate meal of honey pecan encrusted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus. He also made a yeast loaf and honey butter. The aroma of it all was impressive and intoxicating. He is so amazing. He never does anything half way does he? It all looks so appetizing, I take a bite. Oh my god! “Peeta, oh my god! This is soooo good! Wow.” I think my eyes rolled back into my head a little.

He’s laughing at me. I can’t help but laugh too. He pours us some wine, and we toast, “Here’s to us sharing a lot more laughs along the way.”

“Cheers.” We clink and drink. We spend the next hour or so laughing and talking about everything and nothing. He almost got wine spewed all over him when he recounted his last conversation with Delly about Johanna. I managed to swallow it before bursting out laughing and almost falling out of my chair. The mood continues to be light and fun throughout the meal and the last drop of the wine. When I finish my last sip of wine, I offer to help with the dishes.

We clear the table in silence and make out way to the kitchen to load the dishes into the dishwasher. We’re standing next to each other I’m rinsing the plates off and passing them to him one by one. Every time I hand one over he intentionally grazes my fingers. Each time that happens the shivers increase throughout my body. The air changes around us, and it’s back, that electricity and heat. We make it through the two plates and two glasses before he takes me by the elbow and turns me to him. His eyes bore into mine, and it takes only seconds before his lips are on mine. This is the moment we’ve been anticipating all day and night.

Our lips move in perfect synchronicity. The heat from his lips sears my senses into overdrive. Everything in my body is screaming for him! More of him. His left hand is in my hair pulling me closer, and his right hand is between my shoulderblades doing the same. One of my hands is on his neck and the other went straight to his backside grasping for that part of his body to be as close as possible. Within a few more seconds I am pressed against the refrigerator in a feverish kiss. My blood is beginning to boil. Oh, this feels so good! More, I need more! No matter how much he’s pressing against me, it’s not close enough.

His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw down to my neck, his breath is burning into me with every wisp of air. My hands move quickly to the buttons of his shirt. As I unfasten each button I’m rewarded with the feel of his skin that I’ve just exposed. He’s moaning into my neck at my touch. I can feel the vibrations, and it sends shivers down to my toes. I finally get to the last button undone, and allow my hands to roam free all over his chest and abs. He feels so firm, so warm. I need to see him. I push him back a little. He breaks away from other side of my neck, and looks a little confused.

I pull his shirt open a little more, and soak in all I can with my eyes. I run my fingers up slowly from his waistband, over his belly button where I draw a little circle around it. He shudders as I do this. I continue upwards inch by inch memorizing every single centimeter as I go over his hardened abs. I can feel his body rise and fall with every heavy breath. I move upwards with both hands firmly on his pecs. So warm and solid. I can feel his heartbeat under my palm, it’s intense. I close my eyes for a moment, then look up at him. His eyes are trained on mine full of desire and adoration. I think my heart skips a beat. I move my hands up again and trace his well-defined collarbone. Geez, that’s sexy.

My hands move to his shoulders and push his shirt the rest of the way off. Wow! Who knew he was hiding all that under those clothes. “Wow, Peeta you’re gorgeous.”

He smiles, “Thanks, and you’re stunning.” He snakes his arm around me and pulls me against his now bare chest and arms pulling me into a kiss full of hope and tenderness. My hands grasp his impressive biceps. I tease his lips with my tongue, and he deepens the kiss. The embers have erupted into a full blown flame now.

His grasp on me is tighter, hungrier. “Katniss, I…”

I interrupt, “Peeta, bed…now!” I can’t even put together a full sentence. He doesn’t skip a beat. His hands slide down my back over my backside to my thighs. He picks me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I giggle into his neck, and he laughs too as he carries me down the hall. He kicks open his bedroom door, and lays me down not so gently on the bed falling on top of me. We’re both giggling like school children.

We situate ourselves a little more firmly in the middle of the bed in our giggle fit. I can feel his weight on top of me and it feels great. He’s still laughing into my neck, but the heat of his breath has settled my giggles down and that ember starts sparking again. I lift my head and bite a little hard on his shoulder. He gasps and moans as he rises to look at me. That hunger, longing, and desire is alight again. Whoa! That look could bring down a giant. He hovers over me. I’m waiting for him to kiss me. Begging him to kiss me with my eyes. He stays there inches from me, withholding what I want. He inches closer, and I’m ready for his lips to crash into mine, but no. His lips are millimeters from mine. I can feel his heat on my lips, but not his lips. What is he doing? He moves his lips over mine without touching, his nose rubbing along mine. This anticipation is killing me! His lips move left, our noses lose contact, and he just barely kisses the corner of my mouth. I turn slightly trying to catch his mouth with mine, but he pulls back. He smirks, I take in a sharp breath. Oh my! He’s in control right now, do I surrender? I think I’ll try.

He moves back to his torturous position right over my waiting lips. My breathing is ragged, and I can’t keep a straight thought. All I can focus on are those lips! My hands are gripping the duvet, waiting for him to make his move. He can see my growing hunger in my eyes, and kisses the other corner of my mouth. He moves back to center and holds there for a second before barely touching my lips with his. I know he can feel my lips quiver. He pulls back just a centimeter, then applies a bit more pressure to my lips. That’s all I can take!

My hands leave the duvet and both dive into his hair, gripping and holding him to me so he can’t pull away. He deepens the kiss and the fire is fully ablaze again. His hand travels down my side over my hip and down to my thigh. He hikes up my leg grabbing and clawing at my thigh. One of my hands moves to his shoulder blade. His kisses move from my mouth down to my neck, and on to my collarbone. He dips his tongue into the divot at the center of my collarbone. He trails his lips and tongue down my sternum, while his hands research my torso. His left hand finds my breast and massages it as he nuzzles in my bosom. The barrier of my dress is still present. He needs to get this dress off me!

He slides down my body like the covers that fall off in the night. He nuzzles right beneath my bellybutton, raises himself up on his knees. He lays his hands on my bent knees, and runs them down my outer thighs. My whole body shudders at the feel of his hands on my skin. I can do nothing but watch as his hands slide under my skirt over my hips. He pushes my dress up. I lift myself to help him ease my dress off. His hands continue up my body as the dress moves with them. My arms go up and the dress joins them and leaves my body landing on the floor.
Peeta leans into my sitting form, and kisses me gently as he pushes me lightly back to lie on the bed again. He takes me in with his eyes. They wander over my body from top to bottom. My new peach lacy lingerie on display for him now. Usually, I’d be a bit self-conscious, but the way he’s looking at me…it’s almost like he’s looking at a piece of art in a museum. He’s studying me the way I studied his chest. He traces his fingers all over my torso. It feels amazing!

“You are so beautiful. Amazing!” he says reverently. I smile shyly and rise to meet him. He catches my face with his hand and kisses me passionately. I trail my hands down his chest and slip my fingertips under his waistband. I slide them to the center and unbutton his jeans. I ease down the zipper and reach my hand in and run my hand over his bulge. He gasps and breaks our kiss. His forehead is pressed to mine.

“You’re overdressed Mr. Mellark,” I whisper as I slide my hands around the waistband and push his jeans over his derriere.

“By all means Ms. Everdeen, we should handle that situation,” he smirks and helps me slide his jeans all the way off. He’s wearing blue boxer briefs with a prominent bulge in the front that I’m dying to see. He notices my hungry eyes. “Now, you’re the one that’s overdressed.”

His hands wrap around and unhook my bra, while kissing my neck stringing little pecks all the way down to my shoulder and returns the bite I gave him earlier. I gasp and throw my head back at the primal gesture. I can feel him smiling on my shoulder. I shrug off the straps of my bra and let it fall exposing myself to him.

His eyes go from reverential to primal desire as he leers at my bare breasts. He reaches for my breasts and cups them roughly sending shudders straight to my core. He pushes me back down and devours my breasts with his mouth and hands. So much for my gentle Peeta. This one is an animal! I love it! He grazes my nipple between his teeth, then bites. Oh my god! I can’t even see straight through the pleasure.

“Oh, Peeta,” my hands are gripping in his hair. He may wind up bald by tomorrow. “Please, Peeta.” I need to touch him. I pull him by the hair back up to me and kiss him with all the power I have. I want him to feel my need for him. I snake my hand down and into his boxers running my open palm over his member. He gasps and groans into my mouth. I grasp him firmly causing him to hiss through his teeth. I emboldened and stroke him a few times, but I want to see him.

I move my hand away, and push him onto his back. I crawl up between his legs and run my hand up his chest before bringing it back down to the elastic of his boxers. I tug at them pulling them down and sliding them off his legs. He’s completely naked in front of me now. Wow! Peeta’s not a small man! His whole physique is so fit. All of his parts just flow together perfectly.

“Peeta, you are magnificent. So perfect,” I speak as I scrape my fingers from his knees up his inner thighs. His eyes are clouded with lust. I reach my goal and grasp his manhood firmly with my small hand. He takes in a sharp breath and I see his eyes close. I run my hand up and down his shaft, and my thumb over his tip. I revel in the fact that a drop of dew has escaped, a symbol of his desire for me. I lean down and lick his tip to collect the nectar.

He bolts upright as I do, “Oh, baby. I…won’t make it much longer if you do that. Come here.” I can’t help but laugh a little as I make my way back on top of him. He easily rolls me over and kisses me amorously. He makes his way down my bare bodice quickly and runs his finger along the edge of my panties. He slides them down my legs and their lost in the chaos of our garments scattered on the floor.

I’m completely nude and exposed to him now. His eyes roam the parts of my body that were previously hidden. I watch as he palms my knees pressing them down and out to expose my core. I can’t help but groan at his boldness, which in turn makes me bold. I allow him to explore me with his eyes. My hands can’t reach him, so they gravitate towards my own breasts and begin to replay the assault he made on them earlier. His hand finds my folds and explore and he watches his own travels. He runs his fingers up and down my sex spreading the liquid desire that’s already evident. Jesus! Why did we wait two weeks to do this? Holy crap!

“Peeta, I need you,” I manage to squeak out between my shallow breaths. His finger finds my clit and makes a few circles sending me into hyper-drive. “Peeta, I need you now!” I growl at him, not able to hold back anymore.

Peeta lays himself over me, and whispers in my ear, “As you wish.” I’m over the moon and raise my hips up against him. He groans, and adjusts a little finding my entrance without the use of his hands. He slides into me slowly. Both of us are breathless at the sensation. He fits so perfectly, my body needs no time to adjust. It’s almost as if he is the key to unlock me. Other keys may fit but won’t unlock the door. This door, at least, is fully unlocked and open for him. This feeling is exquisite.

I wrap my legs around his buttocks and pull him even deeper into me. He responds with a loud groan. We begin to move together slowly at first, and I’m overcome with pleasure. With every thrust, we melt further together. It truly feel like we’re one. He kisses me differently, with so many emotions. I kiss him back with everything I have. We break our kiss only to mutually moan loudly at the pleasure that’s building in both of us.

His thrusts are faster now, and I meet him with every one of them. My fingers claw into his back holding on for dear life. As we climb together, our sounds get louder. We speak each other’s names as a mantra, a prayer. We are each others’ supreme being to worship in this moment. We’re quickly approaching the edge of nirvana. He’s looking at me fiercely. I know my look matches his. We’re unequivocally enraptured in each touch, kiss, thrust. Climbing.

I can feel the magical pressure building, “Oh, Peeta. So close.” All thought escapes me, and I can only feel. Each sensation is overpowering. I'm on the edge of the cliff, and one more thrust pushes me off the edge. I fall loudly screaming his name, my supreme being, Peeta, as my body convulses and contracts around him. He lets go and I feel him release his warmth inside of me causing my orgasm to continue. My name, his prayer, rolls off his tongue over and over. We both roll through our orgasms like a roller coaster, in waves of pleasure.

He’s collapsed on top of me. He’s heavy, but it feels good to have his weight on me. We are both panting like dogs in the summer. Our breathing and our heart rates are slowly recovering. I run my fingers through his hair in soothing patterns while our breathing begins to slow. Our bodies glisten from the sheen of sweat covering us. Both of us limp from exertion. Finally, He lifts his head and rests some of his weight on his elbows. He’s still inside me, and I’m not looking forward to being without him when he removes himself. One of his hands strokes my face and moves a stray piece of hair out of my eyes. His eyes mirror my own, filled with bliss and euphoria. He leans in and kisses me tenderly.

Neither of us have words yet. There is just us, and the sound of our ragged breath. He breaks the silence, “Water?” I nod in agreement, but regret it as soon as it’s done. I don’t want him to move yet. He prepares to pull out of me, but my reflexes wrap my legs around him again holding him in place. He smiles, and kisses me again stroking my face. We stay like this for another minute before I release him from my firm grip. He pulls out of me, and I immediately mourn the fullness, the completeness I felt a moment ago.

He reaches for the bottle of water on the bedside table and offers it to me. While I swig the liquid, he reaches for the washcloth sitting on the bedside table.

“Someone was prepared.” I say raising an eyebrow at him with a smirk.

“Well, actually…I uh….” He says with a blushing smile. He rolls off of me and lays next to me on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“Oh, so that’s for…” I say trying not to laugh. I realize that he keeps one there for his own needs.

“How else was I supposed to make it through the last two weeks?” he smirks as he backhands my knee playfully. We share the bottle of water, back and forth. The washcloth we share cleaning ourselves up a bit. When he’s done, he tosses the washcloth across the room. He pulls the covers back and we both slink under them.

He scoots himself until sitting upright against the headboard. I curl up into his shoulder draping one leg over his and wrapping my free arm around his waist. This feels right. He smells great: honey, spices, bread, wine, and sweat. We simply exist and breathe together for a few moments. His heart is beating right below my ear. It’s almost meditative, but I’m exhilarated, not tired.

He must feel my smile on his chest, because he say, “What?”

“Mmmm, nothing, it’s just this is so comfortable.” I prop my chin on my hand and look up at him.

He smiles dreamily, “It really is. We fit...” I can tell he wants to say something more, but maybe he’s afraid. He instead continues, “I could stay like this for…a long time.” He brushes his fingers through my tangled hair.

I scoot up a bit so that we’re face to face, resting my elbow on the pillow propping him up. His hand reaches over and cups my face. My eyes close for a few seconds at his tender touch. I kiss him, bringing my own hand to his face. Our kiss grows, but the position is awkward. I climb onto his lap, and control our contact. I hold his face in my hands. He’s so beautiful! His eyes so clear of doubt, the small scar above his right eyebrow, his nose is perfectly shaped, his lips swollen and pink from our tryst, his chin strong and solid. Every part of his face combines in a harmonious symphony.

I kiss every part of his face starting with that little scar on his forehead and move all the way down to his lips. That heat starts rising again. His hands move up and down my sides, tickling me slightly. They land on my hips gripping tightly as I further deepen our kiss. My brain chooses this moment to alert me about his gift. Stupid Brain! You couldn’t wait just a little while longer? Well, now’s as good a time as any. “Peeta, I brought you something.” He looks at me curiously, “I’ll be right back.”

I hop off the bed and run completely naked through his condo to retrieve the bag. I return to the room, and hop back on the bed. I kneel next to him and hold out the bag. “I picked this up for you today.”

“Kat, I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t know you were going to…” He stammers.

I cut him off, “You cooked me dinner, and gave me other…gifts.” I say with a wink. He laughs. I push the bag at him again, “Besides, I didn’t know I was going to get you something either. I just did it today on a whim. Open it.”

He’s smiling with anticipation like a child on Christmas morning. He opens the bag, and pulls out the sketchbook and fancy pencils. “Kat, these are the best pencils, and how did you know I needed a new sketchbook?” I just shrug at him with my shy smile. “This is great! Thank you.”

He sits up and kisses me with gratitude. I’m sporting a huge grin. I’m so happy he liked my gift. He carefully puts the items back in the bag, and puts the bag down next to the bed. “Now, how can I possibly show you my gratitude, Miss Everdeen?”

His eyes are mischievous and his arms are grabbing me and pulling me down. I’m giggling again. Somehow he winds up on top of me, his eyes burning with both mischief and desire. I finally manage to speak, “Oh, Mr. Mellark, I’m not sure it’s possible,” I say in a histrionic tone.

“I must at least try, Miss Everdeen.” His plea matches my tone.

“Oh, dear, if you must.” I reply. With that, his mouth is on mine. Oh, yes, please try…harder. “Mr. Mellark, I believe you will have to try harder than that.” My challenge is extended.

He accepts, and chuckles lightly before his head, mouth and hands are all moving south on my contours.

He takes up residence on my breasts, exploring every millimeter with his hands and mouth in tandem. I’m getting much warmer. His fingers roll my elongated nipple while his tongue circles my other. Then, without warning and in simultaneous fashion his fingers pinch one, and his teeth bite the other. Holy Shit! It sends electricity straight to my core, and I am on fire once again. I want him to do that again.

He smiles against my sternum at my reaction. He trails nips and kisses down my torso over stomach, around my bellybutton, and down to the patch of forestry that covers my womanhood. He looks up at me, asking permission. YES! Please. I grant him carte blanch permission with my eyes. He doesn’t hesitate, he opens my folds to his view, “Oh, Katniss, so delicate.” My blush is raging, but my body could care less. I’m completely exposed and on display to his roaming eye.

His fingers toy with my folds and roam the landscape until they find a mound of interest. I had imagined Peeta as always starting off very gently. I was surprised when he didn’t gently massage my clit, but instantly pushed hard against it with his thumb. Holy Fuck! Oh my god! I’m blinded by the sensation, but manage, “Peeta, holy shit!”

He seems very pleased with himself. He’s full of surprises tonight. He continues his torturous assault on me by alternating randomly gentle massage with forceful presses and pulls on my sensitive spot. My hands are twisted in his hair between my legs. I can’t take anymore. My breathing is shoddy and my body is begging for release. “Peeta, please!”

“Soon baby, soon,” as his mouth goes to work on my bundle of nerves, while his fingers plunge into my wetness. Wow! I’m so close, screaming his name and any other expletives I can manage. I’m terrified of letting go. I feel as though I might shatter into a million pieces if I do. His other hand reaches up and roughly grabs my breast squeezing my nipple hard. I’m shoved over the edge and exploding into the abyss. He stills as I ride out my orgasm. Just as I think I’m coming down from it, he thrusts his fingers in again curling them and I am pushed over the cliff again. Falling over and over with every slight movement of his fingers. I’m blinded by the intensity, my body convulsing and shuddering. I am completely lost to myself, to him, to the world outside.

As I return from the state of limbo he’s returned to my side looking upon me with intense care. A gentle smile graces his features. “You are so beautiful!” he says gently as his lips press to my forehead. I can only nod slightly in response. I haven’t found my voice again yet, and I’m not even sure I know my own name. All I am aware of is Peeta’s fingers stroking my cheek.

Limbo fades into reality, as I finally regain my senses. I manage to move my limp hand to his face, and run my fingers along his jaw and over his lips. My fingers walk along his neck to the nape, and pull him down to me. I try to express all the feelings that voice is incapable of for now. Our mouths sing an aria together that brings my body back to life. My leg wraps around the one that drapes over mine and pulls him against me tighter.

I can feel his desire has risen again as well. I smirk at my discovery and use my leg to pull him flush between my legs again. He hovers over me with a small giggle. My voice seems to find its way back to me, “Two weeks was a very long time! We’ll just have to make up for it tonight.”

His face is alight, “I’m not sure we can make it all up tonight, but we can definitely try.”

With that, his mouth imprisons mine again. I’m happy to succumb to this cell. After a moment, I snake my hand down his chest to his shaft. I take him in my hand and move up and down just enjoying the feel of him in my grasp. He needs no preparation, so I place his head at my entrance. He slides into me slowly. This time I’m able to focus on the feeling. He’s big, but a perfect fit stretching me gently, creating a fullness that overwhelms my senses. He’s undulating in and out slowly, and I can feel every inch of him.

Our eyes meet clouded with lust and excitement. “We fit so well together.” His words mirror my thoughts. I smile at him, kiss him hard, and implore him to move faster. He moves a bit faster, but still so gentle. I want him a little harder. I raise my head and clamp my teeth down on the junction of his neck and shoulder. He lets out a harsh groan, and I whisper in his ear, “Take me Peeta, Hard!”

My words spur him on and his thrusts become more powerful, rougher. I love it. He raises himself on his knees, and hooks my ankles over his shoulders. It’s so much deeper this way. Oh my god! Holy fuck! We’re both shouting expletives, and sounds that have no definition. It’s fast and hard and dumbfounding. Every plunge is more intense. We’re propelled together to the heavens and fall back to earth together falling into each other with languid ecstasy.

He rolls next to me, both of us on our backs, trying to catch our breath. Our heads move to look at each other. We’re both grinning ear to ear, and I start laughing still heaving for breaths. His laugh is raucous. We laugh for a moment as we finally catch our breath. I take a deep breath in finally, and let out a satisfied sigh.

I notice we’re both covered in sweat, and smell of sex. If I was sober, it would probably be unpleasantly odorous. Since I’m absolutely drunk on this man, his body, our bodies together, everything…I find the aroma even more intoxicating. However, if we are going to sleep at all…

“We need a shower!” I say as we’re both breathing steadily now.

He nods, “Shower and then dessert!”

“I thought we just had dessert…a few times.” I say devilishly.

“Ah, yes, but I made cheesecake, and we’ll need our strength. I’m not done with you yet, Miss Everdeen!”
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