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Rebuilding In Spring	By : Oratorio Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 8038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’m lying between cool, fresh sheets in Peeta’s bed, wearing one of his old T-shirts, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. The sheets are cotton, gentle on my skin, and I feel more relaxed than I have since before this all started. Peeta is singing in the shower, a pure voice full of warmth, just like him.
“There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds

There is a tree that's old as me

Branches were sewn by the colour of green

Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top

I climbed the tree to see the world

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

I held on as tightly as you held onto me” **
Finally he cranks the water off, and I smile as he opens the bathroom door. My easy smile freezes as I look at him, standing in front of me, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, beads of moisture from the shower shining on his cooling skin. My breath stops in my throat as my eyes roam down his body, taking in his lean muscles, his pale freckled chest dusted with golden hairs, his twisting scars, the seam where his prosthetic leg meets his skin. He is beautiful, and I am overwhelmed by a sudden desire to touch him with my fingers, with my mouth. He hovers, half-smiling but shy and unsure, looking at my face for a reaction. I realise that I am staring soundlessly, and mentally shake myself to break the spell.
“Peeta,” I hold out my hand to him, and he sighs and moves forward to meet me, “You are so beautiful”. He takes my hand and gazes at me, his face a mixture of relief and joy, tears in his eyes again. I stretch out my other hand and touch my fingers to his chest, stroking them lightly across his damp skin. He gasps softly, and closes his eyes. I am emboldened, and run my hand flat down his belly until I feel the roughness of the towel against my fingers.
I lean forward and press my mouth against his stomach. He shivers against me and tenses, his skin pebbling under my lips. I raise my eyes to his, and find them still closed, his head tilted back slightly, his breaths coming in shallow, hitching gulps. “Is this okay?” I ask him, softly.
“Okay, Katniss?” he whispers, “It’s more than okay…”. His voice trails off, and he swallows hard.
My tongue traces the line of wiry blond hair running from his navel, down to the edge of the towel. Peeta makes a strangled noise deep in his throat. I can sense his hardness, his desire for me. I suddenly want to see all of him, and in one quick movement I pull his towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor. Peeta’s eyes spring open, and his mouth opens in surprise, but he does not back away. I know I am staring again but I can’t help it. I’ve never looked at a man in this way before. My body is thrumming with excitement and fear. What am I doing? Before I can answer that question, I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on the tip of Peeta’s cock. It twitches against my lips, and Peeta groans deeply, “Oh Katniss”. His voice is thick and muffled with emotion. I am encouraged by his obvious need, and I reach out to take him in my hand.
He feels hot to my touch, velvety smooth but solid. I slide my hand fully along his length, hesitant, unsure I am doing this right. “Katniss, please…” Peeta half-sobs, looking down at me as if I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. I suddenly realise that is exactly how he feels, and it makes me feel full, makes me brave.
My hand is moving against him, feeling every texture, every ridge. He is leaking moisture on to my fingers and this makes my touch slippery, which seems to excite him even more. He has stopped saying my name, but is instead making small “oh” noises deep in his throat as I run my fingers back and forth. There is wetness between my own legs, and a tightness in my belly. I never knew I could feel this way.
I lean forward then, and wrap my mouth around him, replacing my hand with my warm, moist lips. He calls out, wordlessly. I slide him deeper into my mouth, feeling his tip grazing along my tongue. He tastes salty, hot, like nothing I have ever dreamed of. I run my lips along his skin, feeling him buck against me, feeling him throb and twitch. He is alive in my mouth, every inch of him, I am closer to him than I have ever been. Suddenly he calls out, “Katniss… stop…”. I am momentarily confused, then understand what is happening, and smile against him, moving my tongue over his heat. He tries to pull away, and I shake my head gently, gripping his hips with my hands to hold him still and take him further in. He cries my name, loud and long, and I feel my mouth fill with his seed. There is so much of it. I drink it in, taking it all from him, until he softens in my mouth and I gently release him, sucking lightly as my lips pull away.
I look up into his eyes. He is crying silently, tears coursing down his cheeks, but he looks radiant. He is perfect.
“You are amazing, Katniss. I love you,” Peeta collapses on the bed beside me, leaning over to kiss me deeply. I kiss him back, full of pride that I have managed to make him feel this way. As our tongues twine around each other, I become aware again of the ache within my own body. I break the kiss and move away from him, lying back on the bed, grinning as I lean down to pull at the hem of the oversized T-shirt. Peeta’s eyes widen as he realises what I am doing and I hear him draw in a sharp breath.
I am smiling at him, but inside I am churning with fear. I know I am not the girl he fell in love with, back when he risked a beating to bring me bread. I don’t even recognise myself any more, I can’t look in a mirror and my body is a mass of scars. Will he still think I am beautiful when he has really seen me?
I pause, gaze at his rapt expression, feel my eyes slide over his body. I see how handsome he is, understand that his scars are part of him, and that I love every part of him. We have been through so much together, our shared history drawing us closer. We are who we are. I steel myself and pull the T-shirt up over my head, throwing it on to the floor in one fluid movement. Peeta exhales loudly, I realise he has been holding his breath waiting for me to reveal myself.
“Oh, Katniss,” his voice catches. “Look at you. You’re the most wonderful, amazing… you are beautiful. I am the luckiest man alive”. As he says these words, he peppers my skin with kisses – my neck, my shoulder. I feel his gentle lips running over my scars, kissing them, kissing me, loving me. For the first time in months, years, maybe ever, I feel beautiful.
I arch my back as Peeta’s kisses roam lower, I am silently begging him to kiss me all over my body, new feelings of desire washing over me like flood water. I gasp out loud when he gently takes one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. I hear a strange keening sound, and realise it is me. He kisses both my breasts, moving from one to the other, stroking the soft skin with his lips and teasing my nipples. He is moaning quietly against my body, heightening my arousal. I grab for his hand, impatient. He puffs a laugh against my chest, but understands my need and begins to caress my thighs with his fingers, making me wait. I am writhing beneath him now, alight with desire. I am a stranger to myself, this behaviour. It is delicious, it is alien. I do not care.
He pushes my thighs apart gently, and I stiffen as I feel his fingertips start to explore the folds of my sex. “Wow,” Peeta breathes, “you’re so… you feel incredible”. I am soaking wet and feel like I am burning up again, from the inside this time. I relax into the touch of his hands, and he strokes and teases me gently as he continues to drop kisses all over my body. He explores, delves, and then I cry his name as he finds the little nub that sends waves of pure pleasure racing through my whole body. He smiles up at me as he gently rubs around it with one finger, enjoying watching me thrash and moan. He has never seen me like this. It is obviously having an effect on him, too, as I can feel he is hard again, pressing against my thigh.
When he lowers his head between my legs I feel I might not be able to bear it, but I do, raising my hips and opening myself to his warm mouth as he kisses me in the most private of places, pushing his tongue into me, running it all over me, softly sucking until I feel a ball of flame building inside, pushing out of me. Then I am exploding, lights in my head, the most incredible sensations racing through every pore, every cell of my body. I completely let go for the first time in my life, swept away by these feelings, powerless and vulnerable yet so free.
I am shuddering against Peeta’s touch, I never knew it would be like this, never thought I could feel so close to a man, so in love with him. My whole body is shaking with emotion.
Peeta moves slowly up my body, still caressing me, and pulls me tightly into his arms. He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my eyelids. I cling to him, tell him I love him, over and over again. He holds me tight, tracing patterns on my skin, until I calm. He whispers that he loves me too, and I turn in his arms pressing myself against his body, skin to skin.
“Peeta,”. I look at his flushed, happy face, see the love shining there. “Please, Peeta, I need to feel all of you now. I need you.”
He gazes steadily back at me, although I can see my words have had an effect.
“Have you ever - ?” he asks, quietly.
“What do you think?” I am momentarily defensive again, embarrassed by the question.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t…” He pauses, looks away. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve not done this either. I’ve only ever wanted you. Never dreamed it would happen.”
I pull him close, kissing him deeply, “Not only the bad dreams are true”.
He rolls me over, leaning over me, staring deeply into my eyes. Moving his solid, warm body between my thighs. My Peeta. I never break eye contact with him as he readies himself and moves gently forward. I feel him stretch me, feel him start to push into my wetness. The look on his face is glazed, otherworldly. He is going slowly, and I can see him savouring every sensation, imprinting this moment in his mind. I gasp as he reaches my barrier, and he pauses, “Katniss, are you okay?”. I smile at him and echo his words from earlier as I pull him deeper into me, breaking through.
“Oh Peeta, I’m more than okay…”.
There is a sharp pain, then I relax and start to enjoy the sensation of being joined with him. We have been through so much together, but this is the first time we have been truly as one.
He is saying my name, whispering it into my ear as he leans into me, sliding deeply into me, as deep as he can. Pulling out until he almost leaves my body. I don’t want this, I want him to stay, so I grab at him desperately and he pushes deep again, touching every part of me. I lose myself in him, in his smell, his sweat, his arms. His hair is falling over his face as he moves in me, cheeks glowing, eyes focused and intense. I wrap my legs around him, finding a rhythm, feeling the pleasure build in me.
He thrusts deeper, faster, and I rise to meet him, bucking my hips against his body until he cries out. I feel him tense, spasm inside me and then the warmth of him filling me up. He is breathing hard, speechless as he looks at me, delirious with our love. I pull him down so his head rests on my breast, and stroke his hair as the tears come once more. I hear him murmur against my skin, “You love me. Real or not real?”. I smile sadly at that, remembering the confusion and the terror of his hijacking, knowing that it is in our past now as I answer him, “Real”.
That night, curled in his strong, safe arms, I sleep soundly and dreamlessly.

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Footnote
** - Song "To Build A Home" by Cinematic Orchestra, lyrics copyrighted to the original authors.
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