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Appearances	By : aquarpisc Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 5840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games trilogy or the characters. No money is made from this, purely for entertainment purposes.
Chapter 2
Katniss’ POV
I lean my head against the wall waiting for Johanna. I can’t believe I agreed to come tonight. I have better things to do on a Friday night than watch the stupid people I go to high school with act stupid at a stupid party. Maybe I’m being unfair. I’ve never actually given any of them a chance…oh who the hell am I kidding, I can’t stand any one of them. Well except one…my lips tilt in a smirk as I remember our activities from earlier this week.
Peeta Mellark. We’ve had some fun times him and me. I remember the awkwardness of our first time, the shyness and…pain, but that’s another story for another time. Now after many, many times, there is nothing to be awkward about, nothing to be shy about and pain…that’s passed too but sometimes pain can be good, welcomed even. I can feel myself getting hot just thinking about it.
Looking across the room through the double pane windowed doors as the object of my thoughts laughs at a joke one of his moronic friends has shared, a beer cup in hand, he catches my eyes and sends me a devilishly handsome smile. I bite my lip and quickly look away hoping no one saw our exchange. I compose myself and replace it with a bored expression.
Johanna works her way back to me with two red cups and hands one to me. “Finally,” I growl and take a long sip. I immediately grimace and gag. Beer, I shudder, ugh I hate it. “What the hell Johanna? You know I don’t like beer. Don’t these people have imagination? Isn’t there anything else to drink?”
“You do realize we’re all high school students’ right, brainless?” she stares pointedly at me as if I’m stupid. “We’re lucky there’s a keg.”
“And how do you think they got that, Jojo,” She scowls at the nickname I know she hates in order to soothe my bruised ego. “Somebody had to have gotten that.”
“Quit complaining and drink it Katniss,” she says taking a sip of her own drink.
I roll my eyes and make faces at my cup but do as I’m told and take a big gulp and swallow as quickly as I can. After a quick look around, I wonder again why I’m here. And the answer is staring at me with a longing expression as well as something else…lust.
I nonchalantly flip my hair back and look away again, hoping Johanna doesn’t notice the slight blush I know has appeared on my face. “So, what’s with the eye fucking,” she asks as I’m taking another sip from my drink.
Some of the liquid makes it down my air pipe as I immediately start choking. Shit, I should have known nothing can get by her. This is partially the reason why I tend to avoid hanging out with Johanna while Peeta’s around. I’m amazed we’ve managed to hide it this long without anyone noticing. You see this thing between Peeta and I, it isn’t exactly a new thing. Far from it. Peeta and I have been in a relationship for 2 years and a sexual one for about a year. What? Did you think I just went around sleeping with anyone?
“What?” I manage to get out as I’m choking. Johanna pats my back as I work to calm my lungs down. “What the hell are you talking about?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Really Katniss, I wasn’t born yesterday,” she says and nods her head toward the door. “You and Mellark have been staring at each other for months now. Why don’t you just fuck him and get it over with?”
I mentally sweep my hand across my forehead in a phew gesture. Oh good, she thinks we only want each other. For a second there, I thought she actually knew. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but there are reasons we haven’t gone forward with our relationship. Albeit, most of them are selfish but still…I have my reasons.
“Peeta Mellark...Johanna, really?” I scoff. Appearances, Katniss, must keep up appearances. “Please, the guy’s a tool, just like the rest of the idiots he hangs out with.”
Johanna narrows her eyes at me suspiciously and looks over to where Peeta is. Thankfully he’s noticed Johanna staring and has refrained from looking in my direction. “Okay, so you won’t mind if I go over and have a little chat with him. He’s actually pretty hot.”
I mask my face in indifference and throw in a little shrug of my shoulders. “Why should I care?”
“Uh huh,” she eyes me skeptically then places a predatory smile on her face. “Wish me luck then.”
I smirk at her as she saunters off. As soon as turns, a hard look replaces my smirk and I try and catch Peeta’s eye but he’s doing his job a little too good. I have no choice but to witness this train wreck. I move closer to the open door that Johanna went through and hide in the shadows. Peeta stands alone looking out into the garden, hmmm; I wonder where his friends went.
“Hey there handsome,” I hear Johanna purr as she places her hand on his bicep and moves it up and down his arm. I stop the growl at the back of my throat and grit my teeth. Peeta for his part jumps about a foot at her touch but an easy smile lights his face.
“Johanna, hey,” he says politely. “Fancy seeing you here. I thought you swore off these ‘lame events’.”
Peeta holds his hands up in air quotations as he says this. Johanna does a horrible impression of a giggle and I have to hold in my snort of disgust at the sound. “Yeah well, I wasn’t doing anything tonight and the boredom became too much to bear and then I remembered about this little shindig and decided to drag Katniss in hopes of a…good time.”
She eyes him in what I think is supposed to be a seductive look but Peeta just looks a bit frightened. “Oh,” he says clearing his throat and looking around quite possibly for an escape. “Wow, you brought Katniss, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her at one of these. That must have been a challenge…getting her here I mean.”
Johanna’s arm stops rubbing his arm. “Yeah, yeah it was,” she says slowly.
“I don’t see her,” he says looking around for me. “Are you sure you’re not pulling my leg?”
Johanna flashes him a smile. “Oh no trust me, your leg is the last thing on your body I’d pull.”
I can’t stop the growl that escapes my mouth at her statement and immediately slap my hand to my mouth. I mean there’s music playing and others chatting but that was pretty loud.
“What the hell-,” Johanna starts turning to see but at that moment I’m saved by the return of Dumb and Dumber.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Cato smirks as he puts an arm around Johanna’s shoulders. Thank God, if I had to watch anymore of this, I might have lost a friend tonight. This is saying something because I don’t have a lot, hardly any actually.
Johanna rolls her eyes and shrugs Cato’s arm off her shoulders. “Well if it isn’t my favorite jock strap in the whole of Panem.”
Cato holds his hand to his heart. “Johanna, I’m hurt, really!! What’s with the attitude? Where’s the love you were showing me last week?”
I really don’t like what he’s implying but I know Johanna can take care of herself and besides if I jump in now, she’ll know I was eavesdropping and I really don’t want to have to explain that.
“Love?” Johanna puts a finger to her chin pretending to think. “Oh you mean that thing that lasted about what 3 minutes tops?”
Gale throws out a hoot of laughter as Cato’s face turns a deep shade of red. Peeta fortunately has finally seen me as I casually gesture for him to follow me and excuses himself as Cato throws Johanna the finger and stomps off. “Looks like I need a refill guys, excuse me,” he says and leaves while Gale is congratulating Johanna on a good comeback.
I enter the kitchen where the keg is and proceed to fill my now empty cup. I’m just about done when I hear his voice. “Haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you here before.”
“That’s because you haven’t,” I say keeping my voice as bored as I can muster. There are plenty of ears around and we can’t afford to get caught making doe eyes at each other. Once tonight was one time too many.
“May I?” he says reaching over to grab the tap out of my hand. His head is close to mine as he fills his cup. “I’ve missed you these past few days,” he whispers so only I can hear.
I turn my head to side and look out the kitchen window. Johanna is still out in the yard with Gale chatting away. Looks like she’s having a good time. “Yeah? How much?” I ask keeping my face impassive.
“Too much,” he’s giving me a hard stare and I kept help but meet his lust filled eyes.
I give my head a shake and turn away from him and move to the side a bit to let a few other people get to the keg. I sigh in a bored way as I try to keep my hormones in check. Oh who the hell am I kidding, I want him so bad right now I’m ready to throw him to the floor and have my way with him in front of everybody and their mother! “God it’s so stuffy in here,” I say dramatically. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the bathroom is in this God forsaken place would you.”
A small smirk slowly rises on Peeta’s face. “As a matter of fact, I do,” he says holding out his hand. It’s dangerous, I know, but I’m so horny right now, I’m not exactly seeing reason. I look around as casually as I can and see no one’s even paying the slightest attention and grab his hand. Peeta pulls me so hard, I practically trip and only just balance myself on the counter. He’s practically dragging me down the nearest hall and up the stairs. We pass several couples too busy making out to notice anything else. He opens a door and pulls me in and slams the door shut before pushing himself hard against me.
Our faces clash together in a heated kiss while our hands grab and pull at clothes. I’m moaning loud as he lifts me, my legs wrap around his waist and I feel his hardness pressing into my center. Oh God, that feels so good. He’s rubbing against me in a delicious friction. Our heated, open mouthed and tongued kisses mimic what our lower bodies are doing. I suck hard on his tongue and bite his lip and let out a long moan when he thrusts and hits a spot that feels sooo good and I throw my head back. He continues to kiss me and suck at my neck. There might be a mark there, I think but who the fuck cares, tomorrow’s Saturday. I have plenty of time to get rid of it before I return to school on Monday.
Peeta’s lips are moving lower until they reach the top of my blouse. He’s using his body and one arm to try and hold me up as he tries to lift up my shirt. I unwrap my legs from his waist and slide down the door to tear off my blouse and my bra follows. I grab his shirt and pull it over his head and our lips are on each other once again. My hand slips in between our bodies and cup him through his jeans. He grunts in my mouth and grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples. And then his mouth is where is fingers were and I’m gasping for air.
“You taste so good,” he says between nips and lick. Oh my god, I love it when he sucks on me. I almost can’t stand it anymore. I use as much force as I can must and flip him around until he’s pressed into the door.
“I’d like a taste too,” I say as I slide down his body and begin unbuckling his belt. A pounding on the door almost stops what I’m doing. Almost.
“This room is occupied,” he manages to strangle out as I pull his jeans down. I stifle a giggle as he hisses when I kiss him through his boxers.
“Peeta,” a voice questions and I stop dead.
Peeta’s eyes are wide as he freezes. “Gale?” he questions.
“Dude, all the other rooms are in use and you know I wouldn’t ask this but, do you think you can help me out,” Gale pleads through the door.
Oh hell no, if he thinks I’m going to stop just because he’s dying to get his he better think again. My hands resume their task as I look up at Peeta and shake my head. I pull his boxers down and take him in my hands. Peeta bites his hand from moaning out loud. “Sorry man, I’m kind of busy here,” he grits out.
“Seriously, I’ll do anything Peeta.”
Will this idiot just leave already? “Fuck off Gale,” Peeta nearly shouts as I take him in my mouth.
“Let’s just find a dark corner or a bathroom,” I hear a voice that sounds suspiciously like Johanna say. Well that little whore, I think before I focus on my task at hand.
Out of all the things that surprised me when I started having sex with Peeta was this. I love his cock. I love everything about it. I love the feel of it inside me. The way it looks; the size, which by the way is huge. I love the way it tastes and most of all, I love sucking him off.
When I was 13 (the year I entered womanhood according to my mother), I got the talk. Only it wasn’t so much a talk as it was a horror show of the dangers of having sex. I’m serious. With my mom being a nurse and what not, I got the whole spill. And not the when a man and a woman love each other very much talk. I got slides of pictures of diseases from syphilis, to gonorrhea to herpes to crabs to every form of STD anyone can get to pregnancy to infection, etc etc etc. So needless to say, I’ve seen many penises in my life and each and every one of them disgusted me. And then of course…there was intercourse. The idea of a man’s thing going into my hole was the grossest thing imaginable. So you can imagine why it caught me by surprise why I love it so much. I don’t know, maybe it’s just because it’s Peeta. Actually, I know it’s because it’s Peeta. What can I say, I love the guy.
And if you’re wondering why I can so freely give myself to him without worry of STD’s and pregnancy and what not, it’s because I don’t have anything to worry about. He was my first and I was his. And being the daughter of a nurse, I know every single form of birth control imaginable. I might still be young but I’m not stupid. I’m not nearly ready enough to be a mother, I’m not sure I ever will be. There’s this little thing called an implant that protects me for 3 years. As soon as I knew I was ready, I had that bad boy installed immediately.
Peeta is breathing hard as I tease him. I lick the tip a bit before enclosing my mouth around it. Slowing inching my mouth down his length. I pull out and lick the underside of his cock, my tongue tracing the vein underneath. One hand reaches down and massage his balls as my other grips his cock and slides up and down his length. My thumb reaches out and rubs in the bead of moisture across his tip and he jerks at the action. My hand is still stroking him as I wrap my mouth around him again. His hand has gone to my head and he’s beginning to thrust into my mouth. I don’t mind, I love the reactions he makes. I know I’m doing something right.
His hand guides my movements and I take him in deeper and I moan. I can do this forever. He’s gasping now and I can tell he’s close. “Katniss,” he moans. He grabs my hair in an effort to slow me down but I don’t. “Katniss, stop. I’m gonna come…stop!!”
He’s pulling at my hair now and I hit his hand away to take him as deep as I can, swirling my tongue the way I know he likes it. That’s all it takes and I feel the hot spurt in my mouth and his fast jerky movements as he rides out his orgasm. I swallow it all.
I move back and he slides down into a heap on the floor and gives me a shaky smile. I have a wide smile on my face when I tell him, “I told you I wanted to taste you.”
He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. “And you always somehow manage to get what you want don’t you?”
“I’ll have you know I’ve only gotten a portion of what I want tonight,” I say and I stand to rid myself of the rest of my clothing.
Peeta stands along with me and I can already see he’s ready again. This is also one of the reasons I love him. The stamina this boy has is unbelievable. My mouth finds his again and his hands don’t waste any time in touching my most intimate place. I moan as I feel him cup me and then I feel two fingers slide in me, testing to see if I’m ready.
I feel myself get pushed against the door once again. He lifts me up and before I know, thrusts up into me and now I feel complete. Oh I will never get tired of this, I think as he thrusts up into me. I really hope no one is standing outside the door or in the hallway, the door is shaking so hard. I’m having a hard time trying to muffle my cries. I moan into Peeta’s mouth but I pull my head back gasping for air. “Oh shit,” I moan out. Nothing can possible feel better than this.
“Harder Peeta,” I manage to breathe out. Peeta slows his thrusts down and pushes up into me. It’s slow and deep and god does it feel amazing. He does it again and at this angle he’s hitting that spot inside me. “Oh yes, right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
His mouth has found my breast again and when he reaches down for it, the angle shifts and before I know it, I’m coming and I let out a strangled cry. I breathe in gulps of air as I come down from my high. He pulls out slowly and I am left with a feeling of emptiness as he sets my legs on the ground. My arms are around his neck as I hold on to him not trusting my shaky legs. He peppers kisses all over my face and neck as my breathing slows. I pull his head down for a long, deep kiss and rest my forehead against his.
My euphoria is disturbed when I realize… “Oh shit, how the hell am I getting out of here?”
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