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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
- 13
- 14
Author’s Note: Thank you for all the reviews, comments, and encouragements. Please keep them coming. I could really use the boost.
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Chapter 14
Peeta’s POV
I can’t believe she didn’t cum. The shower was really good, or at least it was for me, but she didn’t finish. She said it was fine, but come on! I guess I’m not very skilled. If I can’t make her cum, she won’t really stick around for long. My mind is racing with all these thoughts as I get out the cheesecake and raspberry sauce from the fridge.
“Peeta, come on, talk to me. It’s really not a big deal.” She pleads as she tries to pull me out of my wallowing. “I’m not going to finish every single time. Women’s bodies just don’t work that way. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t good.” Her fingers stroke the wrinkles of my furrowed brow.
“It’s just…I want to please you. If I can’t do that…why would you want a guy that can’t…ugh,” I can’t even formulate a sentence. I’m always good with words, but right now I’m too frustrated with myself.
“Please,” she says sarcastically, “Is that what you think?” I nod in response. “Well, that’s ridiculous. First of all, I’m not with you because of your penis alone! Second, before the shower you gave me at least 4 orgasms. That’s no small feat! Besides, I’ve never really cum like that during before!” She’s looking at me so intently. Her arms around my waist and mine hang lazily on her shoulders. I know she wants me to believe her, but my ego has been punched in the gut. I can see no deceit in her eyes though. “Peeta,” she pulls away from me frustrated and starts moving around the bar taking a seat on the other side. “It’s not always magical you know, there’s physics involved too. Angles and mechanics…I’m not going to spend the rest of the night pulling your ego out of the gutter!”
“Okay, okay, I get it, I get it. I’ll try to deal with it,” I say with a chuckle. “I’ll just have to make up for it later,” I hint with a smirk. She scoffs and takes the plates and forks over to the table. I follow with the cheesecake and bowl of raspberry sauce. She sits slumped at the table waiting for me. I place the dessert on the table, and can’t help but smile at her. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, she looks up with a scowl. I just lean down and kiss her head. By the time I come back from the kitchen with the pie cutter and spoon she’s smirking at me.
I’m cutting the cheesecake and scooping the sauce on top, she’s waiting impatiently with the fork between her lips. She takes a bite, and I can’t help but watch for her reaction.
“Mmmmm, Wow, Peeta…” she moans as she licks the fork. I’m unable to stop my blush at an involuntary twitch below the table at the unintentionally erotic display. “It’s really good! This is beyond…mmmm.” I laugh and dig into my own slice.
I finish my slice, and look to see her dipping her finger in the raspberry sauce and licking it off. Her eyes are sparkling with mischief. “You know by my count, I’m one up on you…4 to 3. I don’t really think that fair, do you?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” I say with real confusion.
She continues as she stands and makes her way around the table towards me, “Well, I’ve had one more…satisfaction than you tonight,” she states matter-of-factly and she moves things around on the table, leaning right in front of me. Since she’s only wearing my linen button-up from earlier, it doesn’t cover much. My mouth goes a little dry at the sight. She obviously has something up her sleeve. She finishes moving things and turns to me leaning against the table. “I think we need to even thing out, don’t you?”
I take a deep breath, thinking I’ve caught on to her line of thought, “I’m sure we can figure something out together.” I smile, looking into her devilish eyes.
She reaches for my face with both hands, and kisses me. She pulls me up to stand, and my arms wrap around her waist. Our kiss intensifies, and spins me around so that I’m leaning on the table. She whispers, “lay down.”
I hesitate, confused, but she pushes me by my chest gently. This could be interesting! What is she planning? Whatever it is, I’m in! I ease myself down on the table, as she settles between my legs. Her hands are running up and down my chest. She leans over me and kisses my chest. I lay my head back and enjoy until I feel something cold on my chest. I look up to see Katniss dripping raspberry sauce on my torso.
She gives me a devilish grin, “I guess I wasn’t done with desert,” and licks the sauce from my body. Oh! That is so hot. She dribbles down and into my bellybutton. She moves so slow licking and sucking all the sauce off me, and moves a little further down. She takes the waistband of my boxers in her teeth pulling them up and letting them snap back down. I convulse a little in surprise, and look at her steamy eyes as she bites her lip, “Let’s get these out of the way, shall we?”
She slides my boxers down, and off my dangling legs. She places both hands on my knees and runs her hand up my inner thighs until she gets to my hips. She continued trickling her fingers over my hips until both hands spread out over both sides and squeezed while leaning into my center providing a welcome pressure. One hand travels back to my erection and takes hold. She strokes me gently. This anticipation is driving me mad. Jesus! I look down and the raspberry sauce is being dribbled onto my penis. Holy fuck, she’s got that devious look. She licks my tip and then licks her lips. This is better than any of the fantasies I’ve had recently. She continues her torture one inch at a time until she’s taken as much in her mouth as she can. Such a glorious agony. Between her mouth and hand I’m losing control fast. I chance a look down at this amazing woman and what she’s doing to me. Oh god, I shouldn’t have done that. That incredible image is never leaving my mind. That pushes me right over the edge. “Kat, I’m gonna…oh god!” She doesn’t relent and takes me offering down her throat.
I’m seeing stars, breathing heavily, unable to return to reality just yet. “Kat, that was…intense.” She walks around the table and her face hovers over mine upside down. Her hands stroke my face and hair as she leans down and kisses me. Amazing woman.
“I guess we’re even now.” She smirks continuing to caress my face and plant small kisses over my face and lips. I’m coming back to reality and try to sit up. I’m still a little drunk off that fervid orgasm. I reach for her hand, and lead her back around the table and pull her to me. I’m sitting on the table stark-naked, she’s still wearing my shirt. I pull her to me between my legs, and kiss her as if she’s the only water in the desert.
“Kat, you’re incredible! Thank you.” I hold her against my chest. If there was room, I would pull her on the table with me. Alas, there isn’t. We stay like that for a moment, her hands stroking and kneading my back, and my arms wrapped around her tight.
Eventually, I release her and we share another kiss before she tries to help me off the table. We put away the cheesecake and sauce. I’ll never look at that sauce the same way again. Clear the table of the plates and are putting them in the sink.
“What time is it, Peeta?” she asks.
I look over at the clock on the oven, “It’s 1:45 in the morning.”
“I guess we should go to bed.” She mumbles as she yawns and leans on the counter.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” I ask her moving toward her leaning form. I stand next to her against the counter as well. I put my arm around her shoulder, and her head lands there.
“Nope, it’s Sunday tomorrow. I’m off on Sundays.” She smiles up at me, “Prim is at a friend’s house for the weekend. I’m all yours tomorrow.”
“In that case, let’s head to bed and figure out what we’re gonna do tomorrow.” We walk together towards the bedroom, hand in hand, turning off the lights as we go. We climb into bed together and snuggle up to each other. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”
She snuggles deeper into the crook of my shoulder, “I don’t know. I just want to be with you as much as possible.”
I squeeze her closer, “Why don’t we spend the whole day in bed. Lock ourselves in the condo and just stay naked?” I ask her hoping she feels the same way.
“I think that can be arranged,” she smiles up at me.
One last lingering kiss, and we settle in for the night. It feels so natural to have her wrapped around me in my bed. I don’t foresee any trouble sleeping tonight. My head is clear, and I feel completely content. “Goodnight Katniss,” I sigh.
“Goodnight Peeta. It was a perfect night.”
“Tomorrow will be great too.” With that we drift into a relaxed and dreamless sleep.
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