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A Soft Place to Land	By : JuneJetson Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 13276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games trilogy, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. There is EXPLICIT CONTENT in this story with language and situations suitable for ages 18 and up.

Chapter List
- 1-A Soft Place to Land
- 2-A Soft Place to Land Pt 2
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As the fog in her mind cleared, a shy smile spread across her lips and she looked up at Peeta. He was gazing down at her, stroking her hair. The tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin were wet, and she tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him. In an instant, the spark within her reignited and she shifted her hips to drape her leg over his. She rested on one elbow and leaned over his flushed face to kiss him more deeply than before.

One of her hands trailed from his hair and rested on his warm cheek. She began lessening their kiss, withdrawing her tongue from his lips and pecking him lightly from one corner of his mouth to the other. Peeta relaxed his lips and tilted his head back as her soft kisses brushed over his chin and moved down his throat. Katniss pushed herself up onto her knees, resting on her ankles and bent over his chest. Her hair was sweeping lightly over him, sending shockwaves through his body. As she reached the bottom of his rib cage, Katniss turned her face to look down at him, naked in the now setting sun.

She could see what Peeta had meant about the orange color of sunset and the beauty it held. The wispy blonde hairs leading from his belly button to the tuft of curled hairs between his hips was shining, almost white reflecting the sun. She took in the full length of him with her eyes, fascinated by the slight twitch of the thick veins under his skin with the beat of his pulse. Her fingernails dragged slowly over his skin while she moved her palm from one of his hips, across his lower abdomen to his other hip.

She circled his navel with her tongue, finding that he tasted like a salty combination of sweat and the freshly laundered sheets from the bed they shared each night. He exhaled a long sigh and her hair was tousled by his breath. She could feel his eyes on her and she took comfort in the curtain of hair shielding her face from his. This, too, was something she had never done, and she was thankful for the bit of privacy while she worked out the details of how she intended to repay the orgasm he'd just given her.

Peeta propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. Her unusually loose curls were a dark, shining stain spreading over his pale chest. The nape of her neck was a forest of wispy tendrils that dissipated into the creamy flesh of her shoulders. He had just begun to mentally capture the image of her blanketed across his waist, when he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft and her tongue slip over the swollen tip of his cock. His eyes fluttered closed and his head fell to the side, resting upon his shoulder.

Katniss felt a surge of heat between her legs as she took the head into her mouth and sucked, her tongue pressing firmly against him. Peeta shivered and his hips twitched, trapped beneath her weight. She sucked more gently and he let out a groan and hissed her name. For some reason, hearing his desperate plea sent yet another surge of heat between her legs, and she was again glistening with arousal. She squeezed her fingers around him and stroked him tentatively up and down. He muttered incoherently and fell from his elbows to the ground, resting one hand behind his head and the other on the curve of her slight waist.

His fingers tightly gripped her skin as she stroked him again, but he sighed and relaxed as she released him from her mouth. He barely had time to complete a long exhale when he felt her sliding her tongue over him again. She was less hesitant than before, her mouth engulfing him greedily. Peeta's thoughts had gone totally blank by the time she reached the thick base of his erection with her lips.

Katniss concentrated hard on relaxing the muscles in the back of her throat to accommodate him. It was not until his fingers were brushing over her labia that she realized he was touching her. He had skimmed his hand along her lower back, in a circle around her backside and rested his warm palm between her thighs. A strangled moan escaped her over-full mouth and she pressed herself back against him.

She quickly returned to her senses, reminding herself that her main focus right now was supposed to be repaying Peeta for the orgasm he'd given her. She returned her attention to him, intent on evening the score. She began moving her mouth up, down, and around him, her hand taking over strokes every now and then to allow her tongue to flit against him in different rhythms and patterns.

Peeta's three middle fingers were lazily rubbing wide circles over her clit as his breathing became more rapid. She was finding it harder to stay concentrated on her own hands and mouth while he steadily stimulated her. In an attempt to distract him from her, Katniss began to quicken her rhythm. His hand dropped to the ground beside her and he drew in a shaky breath, exhaling a low, resonant groan. She eagerly continued, enjoying his total unraveling by her touch. A minute later, Peeta sat up abruptly, startling her.

"What's wrong?" Katniss whispered frantically, her hair whipping around her face as she scanned the rooftop in all directions.

"Nothing!" he chuckled, unable to help himself laughing at the sight of her sudden panic. "I was going to… I didn't want to…." She was crouched in front of him, stark naked and staring at him quizzically, but relaxing slightly. "Nothing's wrong, that was perfect." He smiled at her apologetically and her cheeks flushed as she realized what he meant.

Her eyes darted away from his and she reached up to wipe the excess saliva from around her mouth with the back of her arm. Peeta extended his arm to her, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into a kiss. He exaggeratedly drug his face across hers, as if wiping her mouth clean with his own. He felt the corners of her mouth turn upward and then her lips purse, desperately trying to withhold the smile she always seemed too hesitant to share with him.

Wishing to gloss over this unwelcome return of her inhibitions, Peeta kissed her lips again, more hungrily this time. Katniss responded immediately, her tongue finding his and her arms draping over his shoulders and around his neck. The more contact her skin had with his, the more she wanted. She gracefully swung her leg over both of his and sat astride his lap. His arms welcomed her, entangling them together. Her breasts pressed harder into him with each breath she took as they continued to kiss.

Katniss could feel his heat combining with hers as they rocked against one another. Remembering the sweet, pinching feeling of fullness when Peeta put his finger inside her, she ground her hips harder against him. She felt the muscles in his shoulders ripple as he lifted her off of his lap and slid his hand between their bodies to grasp himself in his hand. He dragged the tip of his cock teasingly over her clit, smiling when she gasped and stifled a moan. She tilted her hips forward, encouraging him to continue.

Peeta looked up at her through his long, blonde eyelashes. He froze and waited for her to regain enough station to open her eyes and look back at him. When she complied, he stroked the hair from her forehead and spoke softly.

"Ready?"

She was nodding her head before he had even finished asking. Her lower lip still held firmly by her teeth and her chest rising and falling quickly, she mumbled her assent.

"Mmm-hmm." She didn't want to give herself the opportunity to over-analyze and ruin this torrid, hungry passion that had erased all of her sadness and fear. This was something she did not have to be afraid of, and she was going to cling to every moment.

Peeta was apparently satisfied with her rushed response, as his hand was back between them without delay. Delicately, he pressed the rounded tip of himself into her and he released his hold on her hips, letting her take control. She lowered herself down around him, slowly at first. Once she had adjusted to the first couple of inches of his length inside her, she gained confidence and took a deep breath. Upon her exhale, she slid the remainder of him into her and gasped. The rush of pain she felt brought a lump to the back of her throat and she dug her fingernails into Peeta's shoulders.

Taken by surprise at being so far inside her, he had buried his face in her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her skin when she engulfed him. Her thighs gripped his as her entire body tensed and he wrapped his arms around her. He flattened his palms over her spine and rubbed circles over her back, trying to do all he could think of to ease her discomfort. She relaxed at his touch, and the pain lessened. Deciding she needed to focus elsewhere, she pressed her lips to his. Peeta's aptitude for sensing when she needed distracting was ever-present, even now.

Peeta brought his hands from her back to her breasts, stroking his thumbs back and forth over her taut nipples. After a few minutes of fondling and wet kisses, a warm gush of lust had pooled in her lower abdomen and was soothing her aching insides. She tested this by gingerly lifting herself off of him, feeling neither a rush of pain nor relief beyond the minor stinging, which had become somewhat pleasing. Surprised at how easily she had adjusted to him, Katniss smiled wryly and began wiggling back down over him again.

More slowly this time, she lowered herself onto him. Peeta's lips found hers as she let her weight rest on his thighs. She welcomed the kiss, which had tethered her to him as the renewed stinging inside her receded. Her fingers wove through his hair while his fingers began roaming over her breasts once more. Feeling the growing smoldering of a building release, she rolled her hips to stroke her clitoris over the soggy patch of his blonde pubic hairs nestled between them. The two moaned in unison, and Katniss tugged on a handful of his hair.

She deepened their kiss as his head tilted backward. She gently rolled her hips, in a wider circle this time. Her inner walls throbbed and squeezed him as she pressed her clitoris into him again. She felt him tense beneath her, and his hands dropped from her nipples to her hips. His fingers inched across her skin to her round ass and he grabbed her firmly with each hand. He began pushing his hips toward hers, matching her increasing pace.

She broke their kiss, lifting her face and moaning unabashedly to the sky. Peeta stared at her, entranced. She was more beautiful and free than he had ever seen her.

Her hair was untamed in a much more sultry way than her average morning bed-head. In the warm wind, her thick mane was flowing fiercely around her glowing face like the bushy leaves of a maple tree before a mid-summer storm. As if unaware of the curls blowing over her cheeks, her face was relaxed aside from her eyes, which were shut tightly. Her parted lips were forming a lazy, yet genuine smile around her breathy moans. She looked she was breathing fresh air for the first time in months.

As she became more confident in her movement on top of him, Katniss traced her fingers from his hair to his chest, using him to steady herself. She sped up the rocking of her hips and, without missing a single beat, he met her rhythm with his hips effortlessly. Peeta's fingers dug into her skin and he bit his lip in an effort to fight the orgasm tempting to rip through him.

His hips froze and Katniss paused to drop her eyes to his. She immediately read his scrunched up expression and she smiled satisfactorily as she continued riding him. She began raising herself off of him and sinking back down heavily. Each time, she pulled him even farther out of her. The breeze only lapped at his glistening shaft for a second before the chill was snuffed out by the burning heat of her constricting pussy.

Katniss began picking up her pace and was soon bouncing up and down on his lap. He gracefully fell back onto his elbows, feasting on the full view of her thin, muscular body. She gasped and then moaned as the new angle allowed more of him inside her. He watched as she readjusted herself over him, twitching as she squeezed her muscles around him. She returned to her task, impaling herself on him vigorously. His chest was now out of reach, so her hands roamed to her own. She began massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers.

Peeta was watching her in disbelief as she hesitantly dragged her fingertips down over her stomach, using them to explore her swollen lips wrapped firmly around his cock and up to stroke her clit. She began imitating the wide, lazy circles he had made with her three middle fingers. Seeing her pleasure herself while he penetrated her wrenched his last bit of control from him. He felt a tightening behind his navel and he moaned a disjointed sentence of warning that he was going to come.

Katniss hadn't heard him over her own shuddering moans of delight. Her muscles fluttered around him and, in an instant, he lost control. She felt a burst of heat inside her and the welcome release of her own orgasm blocked out the rest of the world. Peeta felt his cock give a compulsory jerk several times, each time spilling a load of his scorching hot come into her.

She was rocking her hips more slowly now, the corners of her vision blurred and her ears ringing as the last tides of her orgasm ebbed. Peeta dropped his shoulders and head to the ground, closing his eyes and letting out one last, long groan as he thrust upward into her. Their combined fluids gushed from her as he plunged deeper inside her. She sighed a moan and laid forward onto his chest.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair as it fell over his face. He wrapped his arms around her and held her securely against him. He shifted his hips to pull out of her, and gently rolled her to his side, back into their regular sleeping position. She tilted her face to his and they shared a soft kiss between heavy breaths.

His fingers swept her hair from her forehead and he kissed the crease that had formed between her eyebrows.

"Is something the matter?" Peeta whispered to her, running his thumb over her eyebrow to relax the tension in her face.

"I still owe you one," she grumbled, almost playfully. Peeta laughed heartily and she cracked a small smile.

"I think I'm okay with that."
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