Synopsis:Ā
Text/Social Media Fic, Bandfic. Katniss and her band (The Hunt) are signed by big record label D13 Music. It's a huge break for them, even if it means potentially compromising their musical integrity by changing their songs and working with hit songwriter Peeta Mellark. Even though she can't stand him at first, will Katniss fall for Peeta? Or, will drama with Gale and pressure from fans stand in the way?
Written by: @alwayseverark, @alliswell21, @mega-aulover, and @jhsgf82ā
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Prompt:Ā Thanksgiving prompt: Peeta has secretly been getting hunting lessons from Gale, so he can surprise Katniss with a non-store-bought turkey for Thanksgiving. [submitted by @daydreamsandcaffeineā]
Rating: G
Authorās Note:Ā Established couple/Everlark; Hawthorne boys banter; hunting; dead turkeys; under 3K words; Alternate universe; Not canon compliant. All mistakes are mine.
Happy Thanksgiving!!! š¦š
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Dawn sneaks up on the hunting party, huddled behind a line of bushes, still as can be, breathing in the freezing air which dampens their face coverings with every exhale.
Peeta is in great spirits, regardless of the hardness of the ground beneath him, or the bitter cold temperature outside, or the lack of protection from the cold breeze in the bare woods; heās happy as a clam, even enduring muscle cramping from holding a position for too long; in fact, heās never felt as giddy and accomplished as he feels right now.
In all honesty, Peeta has never been hunting for real, so the experience is both daunting and exhilarating. Sure, heās accompanied Katnissāhis beloved wife ā into the woods before and seen her shooting squirrels and rabbits like a real life goddess Artemis, but they never intentionally go into the woods to hunt. And while the prospect of having to field dress his kill is just a tad revolting to Peeta, the expectation of seeing a certain pair of grey eyes brimming with pride over a roasted bird heās procured on a feat of Neanderthal masculinity, just fuels his drive to see this trip through.
Crack!
āHush!ā a harsh voice snaps quietly.
āSorryā¦ā
āShut it!ā
āFine!ā
āEnough!ā
āWhat are you so pissy about? It was just a twig. Deer and critters break twigs all the time, and the rest of the animals donāt even look twice! Plus, weāve been out here for almost two hours and we havenāt seen anything walk by!ā stage whispers the youngest member of the hunting partyāVick, Peeta recalls the teenagerās name being.
āThatās because you keep moving, disturbing the brush,ā whispers a calmer, more mature voice. Thom Miner, a hunting buddy of Gale Hawthorne, who put this outing together to help Peeta with his secret mission.
āWe should just go back and try again in the afternoon. Itās too early for turkeys anyway,ā whispers somebody else.
Peeta panics. Heās about to say something when Galeās stern voice interrupts.
āThe afternoon is not an option for Peeta, and we all agreed to help him get a turkey for Catnip, remember?ā His voice is quiet but carries authority in the stillness of the early morning.
āKatniss really wonāt mind getting a frozen turkey from the store, ya know?ā says Vick.
āYeah, but thatās not the point! Peeta wants to surprise her with a fresh bird!ā replies another young voice.
āJust sayinā,ā shrugs Vick, ādonāt get your panties in a wad, Rory.ā
Rory, whoās just a couple of years older than Vick, turns to his brother, about to shove him for that comment, but Gale just grunts a āStop it, you two!ā rendering his younger siblings quiet.
āWell, the sun is coming out anyway, which is good. Turkeys will be more willing to come out to feed once it starts to warm up a bit,ā says Thom in his slow cadence.
The rest of the party agrees to wait another hour or so, in the hopes that the cresting sun will entice the birds to waddle out of their hiding spots.
Peetaās grateful to these people, really. He doesnāt have the best relationship with Gale Hawthorne, his former romantic rival⦠Peeta isnāt petty or resentfulā¦jealous? Yes, but resentful? No. Peeta got the girl in the end, so what does he have to be petty about? Because for reasons Peeta canāt quite fathom, Gale remains his wifeās best friend, despite their semi-fall-out after her choosing Peeta over Gale. Peetaās man enough to recognize he needs help with his current endeavor, and Gale has been honorable enough to lend a helping handāor twoāto teach Peeta how to hunt, and for that heās truly grateful.
Katniss has never been an ordinary, dainty, southern belle, but a gritty, tough-as-nails, southern woman.
And what a woman!
Peeta distinctly remembers the first time he saw her shoot.
Pure poetry, grace, and fluid beauty. It was a school archery competition, they were 16 then, and while Peeta had been a goner for Katniss for close to 11 years already, watching the petite, scowling girl handle the bow with ease and make her bullseye with such grace, made something stir in his heartā¦and below the belt, not that heāll confess that to anyone, except, perhaps Katniss.
Ever since that day, heās known she was in a much higher league than him, and yet, she chose him to cherish and love for the rest of their lives, and Peeta is committed to uphold every single one of his wedding vows to Katniss and to make her feel loved and cared for. So, when his wife of six months made an offhanded comment about the merits of having a non-store bought turkey as the centerpiece of their first Thanksgiving table as husband and wife, Peeta wholeheartedly invested himself in making it happen for his bride. And in Peetaās book, there is no better hunter than his wifeās former hunting partner, Gale Hawthorne.
Convincing Gale to teach Peeta how to shoot wasnāt super hard. Gale was willing to put aside his differences with Peeta, as long as he could repair his friendship with Katnissāif not to its former gloryāto something better than a passing āhelloā here and there.
The tricky part came when it was time to cover up the plethora of nicks, bruises and cuts on Peetaās arms from his secret hunting lessons with Gale. For what itās worth, Peeta has experienced hiding all kinds of injuries from growing up under his motherāsāliteralāiron fist care. Itās also great he runs a bakery for a living, where he can blame the evidence of his new extracurricular activities under the pretext of being extra āclumsyā at work. The blisters and string burns dotting his fingers were easy enough to pass as baking marks, but the one time he got a string slap to the chestā¦well, that particular bruise was hard to explain away. Peeta kept his shirts on or simply turned off the lights before removing them for bed; the real test was keeping from whining out in pain when Katnissās clever, calloused fingers caressed his sternum one night, right where the bruise was tender and his ailing skin felt raw. It was the worst! But as far as today, Peetaās been successful in keeping his hunting lessons secret from his wife.
A faint gobble-gobble rises in the distance. The hunters visibly perk up in their perches, peeking their eyes through the gaps in the branches concealing them.
āShushā¦ā Gale brings a finger to his lips to quiet everyone down, āhere they come.āĀ
The sun is already over the treetops, its light piercing the dwindling canopy of leaves, allowing a clear view of a family of about 10 turkeys tentatively pat-patting their way between a row of skinny trees a few yards yonder.
Peeta takes a deep breath. āHere goes nothing,ā he says, loading his bow as surreptitiously as possible. Heās watched Katniss nock arrows so many times with a simple flick of her hand, it came as a surprise to him when he tried for the first time to load his bow by himself, and couldnāt do it right away.
āSteady and calm,ā Gale murmurs. āRemember, release the arrow before your arm follows through. Youāve got thisā¦ā The most surprising thing heās experienced throughout this whole ordeal has been Galeās patience.
Gale showed Peeta his techniques until his form was right. The man never made a snide remark, nor did he gloat or mock Peeta for missing targets or having horrendous form. Gale just gave easy to follow instructions, and while neither man was keen to touch, Gale had held Peetaās arms in the correct position, while gently kicking his legs to fix his stanceā¦even now, Peeta feels ghosts fingers holding his elbow firmly, as he takes aim, the feathers of his arrow tickling the corner of his mouth as he feels the tension of his string dig into the tip of his finger.
āPeeta, shoot straight,ā murmurs Gale.
Peeta nods, stops breathing altogether, and clenches one blue eye closed to align his shot; he lets go of his arrow, exhaling almost too loudly.
On instinct, his other eye shuts too, and heās suddenly plunged into darkness. His nerves are shut as well, for a long minute, before he hears two, three, four more swishing arrows zoom by and the following dull thuds as they hit their marks.
Peeta opens his eyes to see what damage has been done when a frenzy of gurgles, clucks, and yelps disrupts the silence of the woods.
Before he can react, Rory Hawthorne gives a loud yip and jumps out of his perch to check the bird he felled. Vick follows right on his heels, hollering nonstop: āDid you see me, Gale? Did you see that? I got it right in the gizzard!ā
Gale just smiles lopsidedly and nods proudly at his siblings.
Peeta is less enthusiastic about seeing his kill, but still, he comes out from behind the bush and lumbers to where the band of turkeys has scattered away in fright.
āKeep an eye on them birds!ā calls Thom. āOne of them is bound to turn around and chase us off, to avenge his friends.ā
Peeta does a double-take; he knows some game birds can be aggressive, but heās not sure if wild turkeys are part of that category, so he approaches the one turkey with his arrow sticking out of its neck cautiously, nervously looking around for retaliating birds.
āGood job, Peet!ā says Vick, sitting on a rock, already pulling feathers out of his catch.
Gale puts a hand on his brotherās shoulder to stop him. āDonāt pluck it yet. Weāve got three birds, and yours is kinda fat. We need to see what Maās gonna wanna do with them first.ā
Peeta pokes his turkey with the toe of his boot, but the bird just lies there, lifeless, so he picks it up gingerly by the legs. āShould I pluck mine?ā he asks, genuinely curious.
Thom smirks and says, āLeave it for Katniss to deal with. Then sheāll know for sure you didnāt buy this one at the store.ā He motions to Peetaās turkey with the arrow heās just yanked from his own game.
Gale doesnāt even crack a smile, but his brothers laugh heartily. And Peeta goes back to being happy with his excursion into the woods, and the prospect of seeing Katniss eyes fill with joy and pride for him.
āāāāāā
Katniss is standing at her kitchen sink, rinsing the mug she just drank her morning tea from, when she hears a familiar truck pull into her driveway.
She makes her way to the windows facing the front porch, puzzled, wondering what in tarnation brings Gale Hawthorne to her house at 7:55 in the morningā¦when her husband is at work? But as she peeks through the blinds, her confusion grows when she sees an unusual picture right before her eyes.
āWhatā¦?ā She wraps herself into a hand-knitted shawl her mom made for her, stepping sockless into her comfortable, worn boots, and goes out her front door to see whatās going on for herself.
The first sound that meets her ears is Roryās contagious chuckles, followed by a snort from Vick. Peetaās deep laugh comes next, which, more than having seen his unmistakable towheaded waves while peeking from within the cabin, confirms the fact that her husband is just jumping out of Galeās pick-up truck, dressed in camouflage hunting gear, muddy boots, and his trademark āPeeta smileā that makes her heart skip a beat.
āSee you next week, Peet!ā Vick calls, hanging out the truckās open door.
āDepends on how cold it is out!ā Peeta replies, leaning his upper body over the bed of the truck.
āBring Katniss too, will ya?!ā Vick beams.
āSureā¦if sheās up to it,ā Peeta responds, fishing out a long, black bow similar to Katnissās custom-made bow, but a bit heavier looking.
Katniss blinks twice, a scowl set on her brows, still trying to understand whatās going on here.
Galeās eyes zero in on her, and he waves, a sheepish grin lifting the corners of his mouth. āCatnip,ā he greets, making the rest of the party finally notice her standing there, with her arms crossed over her chest and squinting.
āGale. Boys⦠Peeta?ā She nods suspiciously in greeting. āCare to tell me what you guys have been up to?ā Her voice is level, but curious.
Peetaās smile widens like heās been given an early Christmas present, and then he shoulders the unfamiliar bow and quiver. Katniss arches a dark eyebrow when she sees her husband pulling up a plump jake turkey before strutting up the porch steps to reach her.
Peeta says a breathy, āMorning, Sweetheartā¦I brought you a gift from the woods.ā He presents the bird to his wife, and she can read the nervous expectation in his sweet, baby blues.
She looks down at the turkey hanging upside down from Peetaās firm grip and then looks back into his eyes before glancing at Gale and the boys, who seem to be holding their breath in the truck.
āYouā¦you got this in the woods, for me?ā she asks, just a little uncertain.
Peeta nods, and a small flash of insecurity passes over his eyes. Katniss hates that look, so she bites the inside of her lips.
āDidā¦youā¦shoot it? Yourself?ā she asks, touching the bow hanging from his back lightly.
Peetaās grin grows brighter. āGale taught me how to hunt,ā he admits.
āOnly the basics,ā Gale calls good-naturedly from his car, nodding in their direction. āHe picked up a great deal of stuff just from watching you, when you took him into the woods with you. Heās a good pupil. Follows directions well, unlike certain peopleā¦ā Gale glares pointedly at Rory and Vick, who look rightfully shamed. āYou picked a good one there, Catnip,ā Gale concedes gruffly.
Katniss looks surprised for a beat before turning to take in her husbandās face. She smiles then, nodding. āI know I did; my man is a pleasant box of surprises,ā she says the last part quietly, giving her husband heart eyes and a sweet smile.
āUmā¦Galeā¦I think we shouldā¦get going?ā says Rory.
āYeah, sheās giving him googly eyes. Yuck!ā Vick agrees.
Before Gale can answer, the newlyweds snap out of their bubble and face the Hawthorne boys.
āThank you, Gale!ā Peeta shouts.
āYes. Thanks,ā Katniss offers, before stepping forward, and cautiously saying, āHey, if that offer to go out there next week still standsā¦ā
Gale nods. āSounds good.ā
Vick breaks into a grin. āSee you next week, you two!ā
āWill do,ā Peeta says, wrapping his free arm around his wifeās shoulders.
They wave the Hawthornes away, and then Katniss snuggles into her husbandās side.
āI knew something was up.ā She smirks, rubbing a hand over his chest, where he can still feel the ghost of his bruise from that string slap. āYou need to wear tighter shirts, hun, and maybe a chest shield.ā
Peeta chuckles. āAhā¦you noticed that?ā He shakes his head ruefully.
āI did, and at first I thought the worst, but I decided to give you room, and wait until you felt comfortable enough to talk about it.ā
āI didnāt mean to worry you.ā
Katniss shrugs. āI knew it couldnāt be something bad, otherwise you wouldāve told me, and believe me, I was ready to defend you!ā
āOh, I donāt doubt that for a second!ā He leans down and kisses her lips tenderly.
Katniss pushes her fingers through his soft hair, curling at the nape of his neck to deepen the kiss.
After a moment, they break apart, and Katniss smiles down at the bird Peeta still holds. āLetās get this big guy ready for Thanksgiving, then. My mom and Prim will be ecstatic about Thanksgiving supper when they hear of your hunting skills. And I want to hear all about that bow! Where did you get it? Did Gale help? Are you making your famous cornbread dressing, or should we go with my momās recipe? We need to call your dad and invite him, too, even if your mom doesnāt come⦠Yay! Now we get to go hunting together for real! I canāt waitā-ā
They walk into their home, wrapped in each other, with their turkey in hand and lots of plans for the future.
Prompt 144: She has a night of fun before the start of the semester. She meets this guy, they hit it off that they sleep together. But when she shows up to her class the next day, she sees the guy again. But heās her professor and heās way older than she originally thought. #olderPeeta [submitted by @animekpopxx]
Rating: Explicit. NSFW.Ā
Tags and Warnings: Canon Divergence; College!AU; Age gap, older man/younger woman; The opposite to slow burn? Smut; Unprotected sex; technically impaired consent since alcohol, but their both into each other while sober too š¤·š»āāļø; Ethical dilemmas; Teacher/Student relationship (sort of); One Shot, with an ambiguous open ending? Almost 10K words. Unbetaed.Ā
Notes: Thank you to the moderators once more for putting up with us, procrastinating writers. You gals are saints! Thank you to @animekpopxx for her amazing prompts that never fail to snag my attention and give me the best ideas ever! You rock! I projected this story to be a smutty short thing, but it sprouted words and a background out of nowhere and I had to forced myself to stop adding to it, to get back to my other submissions waiting in my docs. Hopefully, itās a good read for the ones who take the chance with it.Ā
Thank you all!Ā
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It starts with a harmless ranting.Ā
āIām not outgoing, or fun. Iām not even ācoolā⦠hell, I donāt care what my sister says, Iām too old for this place!ā I tell the handsome, bearded, guy sitting in the barstool next to me, āSheās a med student, you know, but she insists that partying is part of the college experience, especially when oneās career is so demanding⦠plus, is the last weekend of summer break, which apparently means youāre contractually obligated to party extra hard,ā I roll my eyes, āI never saw the appeal personally, but I let her drag me out here so I can keep an eye on her. Is not like Iām gonna let her piss away her future for a night of clubbing,ā I scoff, taking a long pull of my beer.
The guy chuckles, but Iām not done just yet.Ā
I slam down my bottle and continue listing my grievances, āThe thing that grinds my gears, is that she begged for a āgirlsā night outā, and instead of drinking with me and people watch, she goes off with the first fucker that asks her to dance! I mean⦠did it ever occur to her, I may want to dance with her on OUR girlsā night out?!ā I scowl and gulp another mouthful of beer, āthen, to add insult to injury, thirty minutes later I get a text from her, saying to go on home without her ācause she found a ride, followed by that cursed eggplant emoji, like I needed an illustration of what kind of ride sheās getting,ā I mock gag, rearranging the strap of my tiny purse across my chest.Ā
Ā āI guess sheās young, and beautiful, and does work very hard, but if you invite me to go clubbing with you, donāt abandon me within the first 15 minutes of arriving!ā
My companion winces before sipping his drink, and smiling ruefully, āThatās harsh⦠sorry youāre having a shitty night,ā
āMeh⦠little sisters, right?!ā I shrug.Ā
The guy smiles crookedly at me, and I find myself enjoying his smile, āI wouldnāt know about that. Iām the baby of three brothers, and the only thing I got away with was learning how to wrestle and spring awesome comebacks on the fly⦠the brutes kept me on my toes,ā he chuckles.Ā
āThree boys? Sounds chaotic. Your poor mother!āĀ
āYeah⦠lifeās chaotic.ā He averts his eyes for a second, his smile goes away. Iām afraid Iāve said something wrong, but he suddenly looks back at me, and confesses, āIām not into clubbing either.ā His eyes sparkle, despite the awful, dim, blue lights bathing the place.Ā
I smile, āLook at us wallflowers, bonding over drinks and sibling shenanigans,ā we clink our drinks together and sip. Iām chatty and relaxed, so unlike myself; I guess the two beers Iāve had are starting to get to me. āIām Katniss, by the way.ā
āThatās pretty,ā he says, shyly; makes my chest warm up. āNice to meet you, Katniss. Iām Peeta.ā
I arch my eyebrows, āPeter?ā I repeat, because Iām pretty sure I miss-heard him over the obnoxiously loud music.Ā
The guy shakes his head, āPee-ta⦠like the bread?ā He chuckles. Then adds, āFamily name. Everyone on my dadās side are bakers.āĀ
I snort-laugh, āPunny!ā I say, taking another sip. Yup, beerās getting to me, Iām not this cleverly funny. āMy dad was into survivalism and botany⦠Iām named after a plant also known as Duck Potato, so I win the weird name competition!āĀ
āHey, itās something else to bond over,ā
āCheers to that!ā We clink our drinks again, and partake in our booze.Ā
He orders another whiskey neat when heās out⦠sounds both snooty and distinguished at the same time. Goes well with his put together image, though: nicely trimmed beard, nicely combed hair, nice polo shirt with what I believe is a tiny loaf of bread embroidered on the chest, and dark-wash jeans⦠I think. Itās hard to tell under the black lights of the club.Ā
He offers to get me another drink, and I order an appletini.
āJ.D. from Scrubs always drank one,ā I explain, swirling the coctel in my hand, āIāve always been curious to try, but didnāt wanna spend my own money experimenting on a drink I could potentially hate.āĀ
āMakes sense,ā Peeta says, āSo⦠whatās the verdict?āĀ
āIs pretty good, actually. But I think Iāll stick with my Miller Light,āĀ
Peeta nods, āI honestly donāt enjoy alcohol that much.ā
I giggle. āThen, what brings you to this fine establishment tonight, sir, if youāre not much for clubbing, or drinking?ā I watch him out of the corner of my eye.Ā
I like that when he smiles, his eyes crinkle in the corners.
āI lost a bet against a colleague.ā
āOh,ā Iām suddenly self conscious and a little uncomfortable. I give the guy a scrutinizing look, and ask suspiciously, āwhat was the punishment exactly?āĀ
The man rolls his eyes. āI have to spend one whole hour in the club, without criticizing anything, like the bitter old man I am,ā he grins, āMy friendās words. Not mine!ā He raises both hands, claiming innocence.Ā
I laugh at the face he pulls, āWell, youāve just defaulted on that punishment,ā
āHow so?ā He beams.Ā
āWith the look in your face! It spoke volumes!āĀ
āAm I that transparent?āĀ
āYou read like a preschoolerās board book, pal!āĀ
We both laugh, I drink my beer, and he throws back his whiskey neat.Ā
āSoā¦ā he makes a show of looking at his watch, āI still have 33 minutes to kill before Iām allowed to run out of this place⦠I know Iām not a Med student, co-Ed, sister of yours, but⦠would you, um, like to dance with me?ā He sounds adorably hopeful.Ā
I glance at the man sideways, toying with my bottle.Ā
He smirks, mischievously, āI promise, spirits make me more coordinated on the dance floor. I become this amazing dancer when I have a couple of drinks on⦠or so my brain believes. I probably look like an idiot, but Iām too goofy to know the difference. Youāre welcome to be the judge it for yourself,ā
I take my sweet time finishing the last dregs of my beer, and wrinkle my nose, āYou sure you wanna dance to this shit, kids call music nowadays?ā I smirk, pointing a finger up, motioning wide circles into the ether.Ā
Peeta gives a full belly laugh.
I really do like his laugh!Ā
āIsnāt it our only choice?ā He ventures.Ā
Not if you follow me home, my thirsty brain supplies; my lips on the other hand, just let through a hint of a smile, because Iām buzzed, but not drunk enough to proposition a total stranger. Iāve never been one to sleep around anyway.
āOkay,ā I say, too enthused. āAs long as we both agree that this isnāt music,ā
āOh no, this just barely passes as noise!ā Peeta agrees readily.Ā
He guides me to the packed dance floor, and we start moving to the booming, deafening tunes playing overhead.Ā
Iām not sure if one could call this dancing. Everywhere I look people are writhing against each other, like a pack of zombies without grace or rhyme.Ā
Iām not sure Peeta will get an accurate assessment of his dancing skills, compared to what Iām seeing, heāll probably look like a professional; plus, itās too dark and busy in here to really appreciate anything, really, but after a few minutes of just shifting in place, robotically, I snatch two bottle beers from a waitress walking by, offering one to my partner, hoping thatās enough to get us loosen up. The waitress stares at me until I rummage on my crossbody mini purse and toss a crumple ten on her tray.Ā
The liquid boost works. Before I know it, Iām grinding my hips against his. Peetaās just the right height for his thigh to fit between my legs and brush against my front. I get tired of undulating my arms in the air, so I drop them around his shoulders, and feel just how firm and broad he is under my touch.Ā
Our chests are tightly pressed together, and Iām at the right angle to just stare at his plush-looking lips. I turn around before I do something brash, like kiss him in the mouth. Peeta doesnāt question it, he just places his hands on my hips, and starts moving to the musicās beat.Ā
I bring the beer to my lips, but the bottleās empty⦠oops! It doesnāt matter, Iām having the time of my life!Ā
Peetaās swaying guides me. I basically drape my back over his front, and bump my ass into his groin. I feel the hint of a bulge there, and press my rear into itĀ again, just to confirm if I felt what I hope I felt.Ā
Peetaās fingers tighten on my hip, emboldening me to keep going until Iām practically twerking into him, and his slight bulge morphs into a full blown hard-on.Ā
I twist in his arms to face him, my lust idled brain barely thinking rationally, āAre your 33 minutes done yet?ā I yell into his ear, so he can hear me over the noise.Ā
He doesnāt even look at his watch, āTo hell with time! Iāll stay here all night, if you want me to,ā He answers loudly.Ā
āCome on, then!ā I push off his chest, and snatch up his hand before he can reply.Ā
Leaving the dance floor is surprisingly easily, considering the crowd bouncing in place together.Ā
I make no conscious plan on where weāre going; Iām arguably familiar with the layout of this place from my many visits since Prim turned 21; Iām only mildly surprised when we navigate across the club, all the way to the restrooms. Itās like my clit is making all the decisions tonight⦠good for it!Ā
Thereās a line of disgruntled women waiting to get inside the Ladies Room, but the Menās Room is available, and Peeta lets me guide him into it, like one of those pull toys children have.Ā
āIt stinks in here,ā I comment blandly, but make a beeline for the last stall with a door.Ā
Thereās one guy at the urinal, but he doesnāt even look up from his pants, so I just shrug it off and yank Peeta into the stall with me.Ā
The space is tight, but once inside the stall, I push Peeta into the door, and attack his mouth.Ā
He makes a startled noise at the back of his throat, but his hands and arms immediately press me into his body more fully. My own hands trek down to his belt, where I fiddle with the buckle until itās undone, and I can access his pantsā button and fly.Ā
He hisses when my fingers graze his warm erection, and bucks into my knuckles. Iām in the process of sticking my hand inside his boxers, when Peeta growls, sucking my lower lip into his mouth, and letting it go with a wet pop.
āSwitch places,ā he pants against my mouth, and hoists me up, until my back hits the door and his hands grab my hips possessively, jutting my pelvis forward, āIām hungry, would you mind if I eat you out?āĀ
āOkay,ā I gasp.
Thank you for forcing me to wear your tiny, clubbing dress, Prim!Ā
āYouāll allow it?ā He asks, incredulous, rubbing circles on my hips with his thumbs.Ā
āYes⦠Iāll allow it!ā
His smile is sexy, his stare is hypnotic. Damned my drunken ass! I canāt believe Iām willing to do this in a smelly bathroom stall!
Peeta sits on the toilet and licks his lips while staring up at me. His hands disappear under the stretchy material of my skirt, bumping my purse out of his way. He skims his fingers under the elastic of my panties, and I bite my lip, nodding eagerly.
Slowly, Peeta slides my underwear down my legs, the tips of his fingers follow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Itās the most erotic thing Iāve ever experienced!
Once he brings my panties to my knees, his hands rush back up my thighs, pushing the flimsy skirt around my waist. My underwear drops to my ankles on their own.Ā
Peetaās level eye with my crotch, and I squirm restlessly. āBeautiful⦠absolutely soaked,ā he whispers in a daze, he inhales pulling me closer, āYou smell divine!ā He descends, nose first, into the thatch of dark curls between my thighs, making me moan. He ruts his face against me, and suddenly drops to his knees, grabbing my calf to pull my leg up.Ā
But the movement gets prevented by my stupid underwear, tangled in my ankles. Without missing a beat, I toe my panties off, so Peeta can maneuver my body however he wants.Ā
He drapes my leg over his shoulder, opening me up to his ravenous mouth. He grunts, burying his face into my core, and finally, FINALLY, his tongue swipes between my folds.
āFuck!ā I squeak.Ā
My hands fly to tangle into his soft, perfectly coiffed hair. I nearly smother him, holding his face to my pussy, but heās doing wicked things to me with his tongue: lapping, sucking, and nipping at my labia; drawing number eight figures around my clit with the tip of his tongue, to then sinking it deep inside my core. I canāt stop bucking into his mouth over and over.
When was the last time I was given head? Fuck if I know! Darius probably, he was decent, but didnāt do it often. And Thom was so boring at it, I actually preferred he didnāt do it. But this guy is amazing! A real expert in the matter!Ā
āIām so close! Please⦠Iām so close,ā I wail like a cat in heat, writhing against the door.Ā
Peeta looks up, and despite the horrendous lighting in the room, I realize heās got the deepest blue eyes Iāve ever seen⦠too bad I canāt hold his gaze too long, because he starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, while fucking my hole with his tongue, and is all I can do not shout and scalp him in my delirium.
He doesnāt stop drinking my juices while I convulse above him. On the contrary, he retrieves his thumb, but keeps his mouth busy, lapping away all the slick I give him.
Itās too much.
I tug on his hair to pull him off of my sensitive privates.Ā
Peeta takes one last lick with the flat of his tongue and looks up at me, smiling wolfishly, āWas that good?ā His beardās dripping with me, he wipes some of it off on his sleeve.Ā
I snort, unsexy and definitely rude. āYou made me cum so hard I saw stars⦠yeah, it was good. Better than good, really!ā I smile down at him, and try to pull him off from the floor.Ā
All the gel holding his curls in place is gone now, rubbed off on my palms. His hair is sticking up on the top and towards the back of his head. I reach up to try and smooth it back, āIām sorry, I seem to have made a mess of your hair,ā I giggle. Itās adorable, but I feel bad that I ruined it.Ā
āYou can mess my hair any time you want, Katniss.ā He says, almost shyly, he places his hands on my waist, over the bunched up dress.Ā
Itās a big turn on to me, how his words are so flirty, but he delivers them so sweetly and awed. Is unexpected and endearing⦠which is odd, because I donāt usually find people endearing at all!
We both chuckle.Ā
He licks his lips, and I feel heat pool in my lower belly again.Ā
āComeāere!ā I wrap my hand around his nape, and pull his lips to mine.Ā
He responds immediately, licking the seam of my mouth. I suck on his tongue when he slides it against mine.Ā
He moans.Ā
āFuck me, Peeta,ā I rasp into the kiss, palming his dick through his jeans.Ā
He groans, āAre you sure?ā He barely holds back another groan when I squeeze his clothed erection.
āCock. In me. Now!ā I command through gritted teeth, trying to pull his cock out of his pants with one hand, while taking his hand, and splaying it on my boob.Ā
āOkay⦠shit⦠this is⦠surreal! This has never happened to me before!ā He kneads my tit, gently.
Iām not sure I was supposed to hear that, so I pretend I didnāt and turn, facing the door to wiggle my ass, in an attempt to convince him.Ā
Peeta makes a noise in his throat, quickly followed by the sound of shifting clothes, and a metallic thump from his belt buckle hitting the toilet.Ā
I whine when Peetaās warm, heavy cock caressed my bare ass cheek. āPlease donāt tease me,ā I beg.
āFuck, Katniss⦠do you really want this?ā
āYes, Peeta⦠put your cock inside my cunt, and fuck me all the way to next week! Now!āĀ
His warm body cocoons mine, āAnything you want, sweetheart,ā he whispers into my ear, and I feel the blunt head of his cock parting my folds, coating himself with my natural lubricants.
He finds my entrance, pushing inside just the tip. He gasps, āFuck!ā One big hand wraps around my hip to keep me steady, bracing his other arm on the door, above my head.Ā
āPeeta⦠Please!ā I wiggle my ass, making him sink another inch deep.Ā
āHold still,ā He hisses, āIām trying to hold back⦠not ramming in too roughly⦠embarrassing myself, cumming too fast,ā His hot breath warms my nape. āYou feel like heaven!ā He growls, tightening his hold on me.Ā
Iām torn, wishing heād drill into me without mercy already, while another part of me is grateful heās trying to stay under control⦠I donāt know which I want moreā¦Ā
When was the last time I had sex?Ā
As if reading my thoughts, Peeta shares haltingly, āItās been such a long time for me. I want it to last, but Iām
Not sure if I can,āĀ
I donāt have time to second guess myself, because Peetaās moving, and heās massive!Ā
āDonāt hold back!ā I bleat, āI want it rough⦠I want it fast!ā I gasp, clenching down on him. I paw at the door for purchase, trying not to face-plant on the cold, hard surface, while Peetaās fat prick stretches me to the brink of pain! I canāt stay put for him any longer; I buck into him.
āI said to hold still!ā He slaps my ass, hard. It stings, but itās a welcomed feeling.Ā
I moan and melt, finally relaxing enough for him to penetrate me all the way to the hilt. He stays there a moment, breathing harshly into my neck, squeezing my hip on and off.Ā
āYouāre so tight. So warm. So wet, Katniss.ā He nuzzles my ear, āIām gonna move now, I apologize beforehand in case this ends too soon for youā¦ā He drags himself slowly out of me, just to plunge right back in with a swift, hard thrust.Ā
I squeak; he grunts..Ā
Peeta holds me by the waist,Ā āYouāre so pretty and sexy, Katniss. I canāt decide if youāre real, or the most vivid wet dream Iāve ever hadā¦ā heās fucking me like a jackrabbit in rut.
Iām speechless, vaguely wondering if I didnāt dream him instead?
His cock head hits a spot deep inside me Iāve never reached before. I start babbling nonsenseā mostly praising his cock and his strengthā I donāt really know what Iām saying, but he seems to be enjoying it thoroughly by the increase in his speed and the volume of his grunts.Ā
Iām joisted up and down his shaft like a rag doll; I wish Iād thought of hanging my stupid little purse somewhere before we started, because now itās bumping on my thighs, distracting me from the great ducking Iām getting; itās no matter⦠I can feel my orgasm building in my belly.
āIām gonna cum, sweetheart⦠I want you to cum too,ā He nibbles on my earlobe.Ā
āYes, Peeta! Please make me cum, Iām so close!ā
One of his hands slides around my waist to play with my clit, while his other tweaks my nipples over my dress and bra. That, added to the sensation of my g-spot being prodded repeatedly, sends me spinning over the edge.
I mustāve screamed or something, because he clamps his hand over my mouth, and then heās grunting, digging his forehead between my shoulder blades, and pulling me back against his unyielding body.Ā
āFuckā¦ā he gasps and shivers behind me. I feel his dick pulsing, his rhythm faltering, and then he goes still.Ā
Peeta sags a little, wedging his shoulder into the door to keep from falling. Iām surprised he still has the strength to hold me up too; I have to be dead weight at this point, since my legs feel like overcooked noodles and my arms gave out a minute ago.
We both try to catch our breaths, too spent and weak for much more, at least for a few minutes.
Peeta stirs. āAre you okay?ā He breathes out, ruffling the loose wisps of my hair with his breath.Ā
I chuckle, leaning my sweaty temple on the cool door. āI canāt feel my toes⦠which is excellent!ā
āGood,ā he sighs.Ā
Three heart beats later, he straightens up and pulls out of me. An indecent amount of spend flows down my legs as soon as his cock dislodges from my pussy, but Peeta shoves something soft between my thighs quickly, before I have time to freak out about the mess.
I look down mildly curious, staring at an embroidery of a tiny loaf of bread. Vaguely, I wonder if thatās his uniform? He said he was a baker, right? At least heās named after bread or something. I giggle. āIs this your shirt?ā I ask, widening my stance to gracelessly wipe myself clean.Ā
āYeah,āĀ
āThank you,ā I say, dazedly, turning sideways to smile at him gratefully.Ā
Heās wearing a simple, white, cotton t-shirt when I return the polo to him, now spoiled with cum and slick. Iām caught off guard by how broad shoulder he is, and by how nice he smells⦠cinnamon and sweat. Weird combination, but pleasant. I wonder if he baked any bread today?Ā
āUm⦠would you⦠would you like to put these back on?ā He asks awkwardly, leaning down to pick up my discarded panties from besides the foot of the toilet bowl.
I wrinkle my nose, āNot really,ā I mumble. āWho knows when was the last time that floor got cleaned. Gross.āĀ
Peeta smiles and shakes his head, āHere,ā he grabs his polo, covered in our juices, and wraps my underwear in it. āNow itās hidden.ā
My body is finally catching up with the advanced hour, the beers and the two amazing orgasms. Iām starting to feel sore everywhere, and my eyelids are getting heavy. āWow⦠think Iām officially all partied out,ā I chuckle weakly.
āDitto,ā Peeta agrees, his smile is shy. āSo⦠thereās this little dinner about two blocks from here,ā he starts, eyes downcast; the space seems to shrink around us, now that the frenzy of our physical activities is done with. āWould you like to grab a pancake or somāā
My phone rings, startling us both into silence. I frown, but scramble to find it in my purse, to check who could be calling me⦠apparently at 2 a.m.!
My frown deepens. Primās smiling face flashes on the screen. She was supposed to be getting some herself! āItās my sister,ā I whisper, tamping down my rising panic. I donāt ask if itās okay to answer, I just do it. āPrim?āĀ
āWhere the hell are you?!ā I have to pull the phone off, or risk eardrum rupture by my sisterās screeching. āIāve been texting and calling you! Iāve been worried sick!ā
I scowl at the wall, confused and little annoyed, āPrim⦠Prim, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need me to come get you somewhere?ā I try to ask.
āWhat?! No. Iām home! But you arenāt, and Iāve been scared shitless trying to find you!ā
I give Peeta an apologetic grimace, and blindly feel around for the lock to get out of the stall. āUm⦠why are you home so early? Last time I heard from you, you were getting a ride,ā Iām trying to sound unaffected; Itās all I can think to say in my mortification.
āNever mind that! Why arenāt you home already? I thought you had to work in the morning and then go to schāāĀ
While Prim rages at me, I place a hand on the phone and turn to Peeta, still in the stall, awkwardly facing the wall, I assume to grant me some privacy. Iām sure he can hear my sisterās frantic chastisement from where heās standing. āIām sorry⦠youād think I was a teenager instead of a grown ass adult,ā I roll my eyes.
Peeta waves me off good naturedly. āItās okay. Iām sorry for keeping you so late,ā
Iām about to say something else, but Prim yells loudly, something about calling the police and checking the hospitals for me, which truly prompts a reaction from me, āCalm down! Iām still at the club, exactly where you left me!ā I cover the phone with my palm again, and turn to him. āIām⦠Iām gonna go? Before she threatens to send the marines in,ā I try to joke, but our situation takes all the levity out of it, and my attempt dies off, lamely.Ā
Peeta nods, smiling softly; somehow I can tell itās not genuine.Ā
āLittle sisters, right?ā I offer halfheartedly, twisting my lips.Ā
āCan I⦠walk you out at least?ā He asks quietly; Prim hasnāt stopped nagging this whole time.Ā
āI⦠itās not necessary, but thank youā¦āĀ
Peeta nods again, looking disappointed.Ā
I donāt get to tell him a proper goodbye, because two dude-bros come in the bathroom, letting the noise from the club filter in; one of the idiots elbows the other, and both start making some lewd comments about me, but Peeta steps in, eyes wild with anger, and tells the guys to knock it off. Prim hears the whole thing of course, and goes nuts herself asking whatās going on?
Peeta looks at me, and motions his head towards the door.Ā
Message received, I step outside the bathroom and book it out of the club, āIāll be home in a bit. Iām gonna call and Uber,ā
āCall me as soon as youāre in it!ā Prim demands.
āFine! Now stop nagging me, will you?!ā
I donāt realize I never looked back at Peeta to wave my goodbyes until Iām in the car, heading home. Regret truly is a bitch. I canāt help feeling like I just lost something important, but I have no idea what it is.Ā
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Itās been a very long Monday. Iām mainly running on caffeine at the moment, and canāt wait to get home and pass out in my fluffy bed, to see if I can catch up on last nights lost hours of sleep.Ā
I enter my last class of the day and find a seat in the middle of the third row. I pull my laptop, a writing pad and my mechanical pencil out of my bag, and watch as my classmates start filtering in one by one, greeting each other and finding their places, lazily.Ā
Iām the oldest student in this class, which is not surprising. Iāve only just come back from my extendedā 5 yearā sabbatical; and did it only after I was completely sure I could handle my workload and the financial strain of both me and Prim going to college at the same time, without giving myself an early grave.Ā
Itās been hard, but Iām glad I came back to finish my schooling, I only need a handful of credits to graduate, which is great!
I check my watch. We still have a few minutes to kill before class starts. The professorā Dr. Mellark, according to the copy of my scheduleā is not here yet, so I pull up the banking app on my phone to give it another glance. The balance is still the same as the last two times Iāve seen it, but it doesnāt hurt to be extra careful when one is on a tight budget. I scheduled payments for the power, gas and rent to go out in the next few days, and I want to make sure thereās enough money in the bank to cover them. Weāre looking fine for the month, financially speaking.Ā
The door to the classroom swishes open, and I start signing off my app.
āGood afternoon ladies and germs; Iām doctor Mellark, and provided youāre in this room for an English class, Iāll like to welcome you to the amazing world of Classic Literature!ā Says a deep, male voice I find oddly familiar. āBy the way, donāt any of you dare to disagree with me on the awesomeness of classic lit⦠Iām a doctor, I know what Iām talking about⦠unless you ask me about medicine, then please be free to disregard everything I say, because Iām not āthatā kind of doctor!āĀ
A murmure of little chuckles fills the room; even I smile, silencing my phone and putting it away, before looking up at the professor.
I choke on a strangled gasp when I finally set eyes on the man I assume is the teacher, dumping a worn, leather, messenger bag on the desk near the podium. Heās the last person I wouldāve expected to have as a professor.Ā Ā
Oblivious to my predicament, Doctor Mellarkā or as I know him: Peeta!ā keeps introducing himself.Ā
āIāve been teaching this course for 14th years, but Iām always pleasantly surprised to hear the different points of views my students bring to our discussions on the classics we study, which in a nutshell, is the beauty of this class.ā He pulls a ream of paper out of his bag, and gives it to a student in the front, āPlease take a syllabus, and pass the rest to the next person, and so on⦠thank you!āĀ
My face is burning. I think Iām gonna faint.Ā
āBut enough about me,ā his voice booms, making my whole body shiver. āI donāt normally do roll calls or care about attendance, as long as youāre not missing assignments, and are here during discussions, so this is the first and last time Iāll be reading this list,ā he rises a piece of paper above his head, I surmise has the students names on it, and he instructs, before reading, āIāll call your names, and youāll introduce yourself, briefly, that way we can all get acquainted with each other, yes?āĀ
Ugh!Ā
He can scratch my name off that list right now! Weāre more than acquainted with each other.
Bile rises to my throat. An intrusive, bitter thought pesters me: how many of his students has he gotten āthatā familiar with?Ā
But the thought dies off quickly. An even worse, more worrisome thought springs front and center in my mind: Did we use protection?!
Panic rises in my chest, a nervous queasiness settles in my belly; a distant memory of warm goo sliding down my legs comes to mind⦠Oh shit!Ā
Oh shit, oh shit! We didnāt use a freaking condom? Who does that?!Ā
Oh shit!Ā
Would a Plan B still be effective right now? Itās been less than 24 hoursā¦Ā
Peetaās reading names. People stand from their seats and talk about themselves. I havenāt heard one word theyāve said, but Iāve been watching how some of the female students bat their eyelashes and speak all breathily, smiling coyly at him⦠Peeta seems oblivious to the flirting, but I still feel a cocktail of unpleasant feelings in the pit of my stomach.Ā
I realize, Iām jealous!
My ass is frozen in my sit, Iām not even breathing. I donāt think Peetaās seen me yet, but⦠what will he do or say once my name comes up? I send a quick prayer to heaven, he wonāt recognize me since I look nothing like I did last night at the club, with my hair down and my face all made-up. Right now and plain olā me⦠the rub is gonna be my name. Darn my dad and his awful naming whims!Ā
Soon enough, he reads a name that makes him stutter, āKatā¦Katniss? Everdeen?ā He does a double take, āKatniss Everdeenā¦ā his eyes are the size of saucers when he scans the lecture hall, swiftly. When he finds me, he looks back down at his paper, and says the name out loud again, unsure, āKatniss Everdeen?ā Like he doesnāt believe what heās reading.Ā
I stand up woodenly, my voice cracks a little, āIāmāIām Katniss Everdeen⦠hi!āĀ
Iām about to drop back into my chair, but Peeta kinda mumbles, āYou know, Arrowhead, or Katniss is a water plant? The root is edible⦠like a swamp potato?ā
There are quiet little giggles all over the place.Ā
Peeta clears his throat, his eyes flit away; his faceās blank of emotion, but his cheeks seem pinker than a second earlier, āI just read that online, believe it or not. Interesting facts about local flora, people. Reading is knowledge, but so is learning from one another⦠what can you tell us about yourself, Miss Everdeen, besides that you have a very unique first name?ā
āIā¦ā I harrumph, avoiding eye contact with Peeta at all costs, āIām a part time student. Majoring in Botany. I took this class to fulfill my last English credits requirement for graduation. I do love books and classic literature, in particular.āĀ
āThank you⦠Miss Everdeen,ā he rasps.Ā
I sit down, clumsily, hoping this horrible, horrible moment is just a nightmare and that Iāll wake up any second now, drooling on my desk, with indentations of my notepad on my cheek, because anything would be less embarrassing than what Iām going through at this point.
Mercifully, Peeta calls a different name, and then another, and then another. I donāt look up from my notepad once.
Peeta for his part, sounds stiff and monotonousā or so Iād like to thinkā no more jokes or clever sayings. Maybe heās not as affected as I am about this ordeal, and Iām just making it a bigger deal than it really is? Maybe he does have experience sleeping with studentsā I mean, itās not unheard off, right?ā Not that either of us had any idea we were engaging in a teacher-student affair last nightā¦Ā
Although, calling it an affair is generous; it was a measly one night stand. A chance encounter. Two people letting off steam before a busy week ahead.Ā
Iām getting increasingly angry with all this thinking⦠and the class seems to drag on. It feels like an eternity, and my mind keeps churning up all kinds of questions: Why would he not say he was a teacher at this particular college? Did he lie about being a baker? Is his name even Peeta?Ā
I scoffed at the thought.
To my horror, I hear him ask, āAnything to say, Miss Everdeen?āĀ
Looking up at him requires a great deal of bravery and self admonishment, but I do my best and face himā heās wearing glasses now, which makes my belly tightened for inexplicable reasonsā āNo, Doctor Mellark, nothing of consequence anyway,ā I retort as venemosly as possible, without alerting anyone else thereās something weird going on between me and the professor.Ā
Peeta grimaces slightly. Then looks away, āVery well, as I was saying, we will start with the basics: The Iliad and Moby Dick, since those are High school level works, I expect your reports to be sufficiently well researched, and your personal ideas on the text somewhat fleshed out. It doesnāt have to be in-depth. Iām just looking to determine everyoneās style and needs for the semester aheadā¦ā he continues his spiel, and I feel free to go back to my stewing and my musings.Ā
Before I know it, Peetaās dismissing the class, wishing everyone a good rest of their evening.Ā
I jump into action, packing my stuff with my head bowed, but then I hear him again.
āMiss Everdeen, a private word, please?ā Itās much too quiet to have been said from his podium. I still startled when I look up and find him standing right against the first row of desks, directly in front of me.Ā
His face is not quite stern, but heās definitely less smiley than when we met.Ā
I force down a gasp, because under the better lighting of the lecture hall, and close up, I can see a plethora of details I missed at the club; like the arresting blue of his eyes, the slight reddish of his neatly trimmed beard, peppered with silver whiskers all over, while his perfectly combed hair is almost all silver on the temples, and ashy blonde on the top. His shoulders are even broader than I remember.Ā
Heās overall stockier than I originally thought, and just a smidge shorter, which is fine, heās still the most handsome man Iāve ever met, and I wouldnāt mind climbing him like a treeā
I shake my head off the intrusive, lecheros thoughts. Iām literally lusting after my teacher, for goodness sakes! This is beyond a silly schoolgirl crush!
Peeta arches one dark blonde eyebrow at me, expectantly.Ā
I nod curtly, because my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, and gesture for him to lead the way.
I shove my laptop into my bag, and hastily shoulder the straps, hugging my writing pad to my chest, following my professor like a chastened little girl.Ā
My stupid eyes find his ass, and I blink twice, at the exquisite sight in front of me. I groan internally.Ā
He grabs his own bag, takes off his spectacles and slides them into his shirt pocket.Ā
How old is this man?! He said heās been teaching this class for 14 years, when do professors start their teaching careers? How did I never see him before now roaming campus? Is his age the reason he ate pussy like a master?Ā
I shake my head, cursing my horny brain.Ā
Peeta opens a door I have no idea how we came across, and then stands aside, gesturing for me to go in first.Ā
I duck my head and step into a warmly decorated office, with a small desk and two chairs in the middle of the room. Bookshelves full of tomes line the office. A handful of pictures and framed diplomas hang from the only available wall space in the room, but I donāt get to study them before he catches my undivided attention.Ā
āLet me start by apologizing,ā Peeta stars, closing the door behind himself, āI assure you, it wasnāt my intention to cause you any stress, or embarrassment out there.ā He pauses, āWould you like to sit?ā He offers, wincing. He doesnāt wait and steps around me, to pace on the other side of his desk, āI⦠um, never been in this position before,ā he scowls, āIām not sure what assurances I can offer at the moment, except, that I will start the process to recuse myself from this class immediately, to not interfere with your academicāā
āRecuse yourself?ā I cut him off, āwhat do you mean?āĀ
Peeta squirms a little, and sits down heavily on his chair. My bag slides off my shoulder, and I just dump it in the empty chair I was offered a moment ago.Ā
āWell, Miss Everdeen, itās the right thing to do, given our circumstances. Weāve breached the appropriate boundaries of our pupil and teacher positions, and staying in the same class together will put you at a disadvantage⦠is a power imbalance situation, that calls for action.ā
āCan you stop calling me āMiss Everdeenā? Itās weirdā¦ā
āIām just trying to maintain an acceptable level of decorum between us,ā he says sheepishly.Ā
āThat ship has already sailed,ā I say tiredly.
āPerhaps, but itās my responsibility to still try,ā he rubs his forehead. āAnyway, Iāll call my department and see what is next. Stepping down myself is the only fair solution I see so far⦠it would be terribly unfair to ask you to switch classes. Simply disrespectful, but we both can agree this uncomfortable situation needs to be nipped in the bud, for both our sakes, Miss Everdeen.ā
āThis is bullshit!ā I snap, āWhat happened in that club, isnāt that terrible of a problem! What we really need to do is stop acting so stiffly and guilty. By the way, you sound like a walking thesaurus!ā I accuse, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he called my name at the lecture hall. āStop it!āĀ
Peeta inhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. āMiss Everdeen, our actions last night may have been honest, and even innocent in nature, but they still carry consequences⦠unexpected ones, especially in light of the facts. And the facts are, that it would be unethical for me to remain in a position of authority over you. In any case⦠if you feel the need to report me to the school administration, for⦠harassment or inappropriate behavior or anything else, I wonāt dispute any claims. I promise to distance myself from you and give you space so you can continue with your education without interference, in a safe environment.ā
I grunt, āIām not going to report you, because you didnāt do anything wrong. Sure, I thought you were a baker⦠I mean your story about your name, and that little loaf of bread embroidered into your shirt, I thought it was your uniform,ā I shrug one shoulder.Ā
āSorry about that⦠I never meant to mislead you,ā he says bashful.Ā
I ignore him, āEither way, I was the one pulling you into that bathroom. I threw myself at you. I begged you to do things to me, and you just granted me my wishesā¦ā like a sexy gentleman, āThe sex is on me. Iām 26 years old, Iām not some bumbling teenager who hasnāt learned to take responsibility for her actions, so, please⦠stop trying to shield me, or protect me, or whatever it is youāre doing,ā my arms flap around in frustration. I finally push my bag off the chair, and sink into it. āLook, Peetaāā
āProfessorā¦ā he corrects, frowning a little.
I roll my eyes, if he knew heās just making it sound kinkier than it already is, he wouldnāt be so adamant about the freaking titles.Ā
āFine⦠Doctor Mellark,ā I enunciate, pettily. āI specifically chose your class as my last English elective for two reasons. One: itās exactly the amount of credits I need to graduate at the end of the semester. And two: it fits my schedule to a T, which is important, since I do have a full time job when Iām not a college student. So, Iām sure we can both be adults about this unfortunate situation, and simply forge on. Thereās no need for you to recuse from teaching this class, and I have absolutely no intention of switching. We both can wear our big people britches, and pretend last night was a⦠what did you call it?ā I wave my hands, as if the answer will materialize from thin air, āA vivid wet dream? And leave it at that!ā
Peeta glares at me, looking aggravated for the first time since I met him. āItāll be unethical to continue like everything is normal, Miss Everdeen.ā Peeta argues, stubbornly.Ā
āNobody has to know about last night,ā I say, exasperated, then a horrifying thought flashes in my mind, āUnless you bragged about it already!ā
āNo!ā He straightens in his chair, looking offended, āI would never do something so vile,ā He looks indignant, āplus, the fact still remains that something did happen last night, and I know about it! I canāt, in good faith, be your teacher.ā
āAre you planning on showing me favoritism because you know what my pussy tastes like, Peeta?ā I deadpan, āOr are you gonna blackmail me into doing it again?āĀ
āStop calling me Peeta!ā He growls through his teeth, his very thick fingers clenching into fists on his armrests.Ā
I blink at his reaction owlishly, realizing Iām truly pushing it this time.Ā
āIāve always prided myself on keeping my nose clean. Being a decent man and tutor. Never in 17 years of teaching have I slept with a co-ed, let alone a student in my own class.ā He breathes deeply, then pins me to my chair, with those arresting blue eyes of his, burning with controlled anger, āI would never extort you or anyone for sexual favors, Katniss. While I donāt really want to lose my tenure or face other disciplinary actions from the school authorities, the one thing I truly donāt want to damage are my personal standards, and my self image.
āKatniss, Iām already biased when it comes to you. Being your professor wonāt be exactly fair to anyone. Iām not saying I would give you Aās willy-nilly, nor that I would grade your papers any differently than Iād do your peers or that Iād be less critical of your work,āĀ
āThatās reassuring,ā I roll my eyes. āYouāre telling me that if I bring you a shit essay, you might not be persuaded to let me redo it?āĀ
He sighs, āI donāt knowā¦ā he scratches the back of his neck, āIāll most likely hover over your desk a disproportionate amount of time compared to your classmates. Thereās also a chance Iāll call on your name more often than the rest of them?ā
āI still donāt hear one unscrupulous, wrong reason, why you canāt do your job, and teach this class.ā
We sit there, staring at each other, at an impasse.Ā
āWhy are you so set on keeping me in that room, Miss Everdeen?ā He asks, softly.Ā
Finally, I relent, relaxing my tense shoulders, and exhaling tiredly. I raise my hands in defeat. āI donāt know, Peeta. Because I want to protect you, the same way youāre trying to protect me. But⦠recuse yourself if you have to. I still believe youāre a better man than your urges.āĀ
Peeta relaxes in his chair too, āThank you, Katniss.You didnāt have to say that, specially because you donāt know me. It still means a lot.ā
I chew the inside of my lip, calculating stuff in my head. āYouāre right, I donāt know you, but I consider myself an okay judge of character.ā He opened this door, itās time for me to walk through it, āCan I ask you some stuff?ā I ask innocently.
Peeta arches his eyebrows. āShoot,ā he says.Ā
āHow old are you?āĀ
ā45. Iām sorry. I knew you were young last night⦠I just didnāt quite grasp just how young,ā his eyes shift downwards, sheepish and uncomfortable.Ā
āIām an adult. Iāve been the head of my family for years. At this point, age is irrelevant for me.ā I state, dismissively.
āWhat about your family?ā He asks, tilting his head sideways.
It takes me a minute to answer. I cross my arms over my stomach, and exhale, āItās been only Primrose and I for five years now. My mother had cancer. My father passed when I was eleven.ā I rock in my chair, slightly, āThatās why my sister was being such a clingy bitch last night. She canāt bear to lose anyone else. Neither can I for that matter.ā
Peeta leans forward on his desk. āIām so sorry to hear that, Katniss.ā
I sit back, feeling like a huge weight just got lifted off my shoulders. āItās okay, really. Iām back in school, about to finish my last semester, Prim is doing great in university, the only debt we have right now is Primās car and my Target card⦠we are actually okay,ā I smile, meekly at him.Ā
āPeeta?ā I start cautiously, āWould you really remove yourself from the class because of me?āĀ
He looks me right in the eye, sincerity emanating fro his eyes. āAbsolutely. Without hesitation. As soon as you leave, Iāll email my Head of Department, explaining my situation. Donāt worry, I wonāt mention any names or detailsāā
I shake my head, vehemently.Ā
Peeta squints, studying me cautiously, measuring me.Ā
āPlease⦠stay with meā¦āĀ
Something in my tone catches his attention, and he eyes me curiously. āIāve already told you why I canāt,ā he says, almost soothingly.Ā
I stand up. Go around my chair, and drop back down into it. I start shaking my leg nervously. āI had this feeling in my gut since last night. Like I lost something precious, I just couldnāt put a finger on it⦠I still canāt, to be honest. All I know, in my loins, is that I canāt let you step down from your position, and I sure as hell wonāt walk away on you without figuring out what thisā¦ā I wiggle my fingers, pointing to the mouth of my stomach, āfeeling is about.ā
He stares at me.Ā
I stand up again, and this time I just pace, to the wall with the pictures, and stare at a bunch of faces, too similar to Peetaās not to be related to him somehow.Ā
āI know Iām not making sense, but I just needed to say that.ā
He watches me for a long beat, weighing his options no doubt, before answering, āI canāt be your teacher, Katnissā¦ā he sighs, and rubs his forehead, ābecause Iām afraid seeing you every week, without being able to touch you will be absolute torture.ā
āReally?ā I bite my lip, giving him an open once over, not feeling one iota self conscious about. āHow come?āĀ
Peeta huffs, avoiding my eyes. āIād be wondering what your breasts look like the whole time.ā He confesses, flatly. āI didnāt get a chance to see them last night, and it kept me awake an indecent amount of time.ā He twists his lips, āIām gonna be pinning the whole semester, whether youāre in the classroom or not, craving the taste of your juices in my tongue, and worse of all, Iāll probably embarrass myself, giving me involuntary hard onās just fantasizing about you.ā
I practically prowl towards him. āYou poor thing,ā I coo, pouting. āWould you go home to masturbate on the soiled pair of panties I left behind on that dirty, bathroom floor?ā I ask⦠more like, purr, really.Ā
Peeta chuffs out an incredulous laugh, covering his face with both hands. He grunts, āAw, fuck! That sounds so⦠itās probably exactly what could happen. Iād try to stay professional in the classroom, but in the privacy of my homeā¦ā he chuckles weakly, shaking his head.
āWhat kind of fantasies are we entertaining here?ā I ask, invested, and sit on the corner of his desk.Ā
Peeta thins out his mouth, āKatniss⦠thatās a slippery slope youāre trying to climb,ā he warns.
āHumor me?ā I cajole.Ā
He takes a stuttering breath. āIāll bring you into this office, same way I did today, except Iāll rip your clothes off, throw you on the desk and take you hard and fast. From behind.āĀ
I canāt stop a small sound at the back of my throat, nor the need to rub my thighs together.Ā
I clear my throat, āI expect youād want to fuck me on every surface in this office?ā
Peeta pulls on the collar of his shirt, his face turning crimson, āAnd probably the lecture hall as well,ā he adds conversationally.Ā
I nod, scooting closer to where he sits. āIām curious too you know. I didnāt get to see āanyā part of you naked. But my muscles still are deliciously sore from last night. A girl has to wonder⦠just how big a dick has to be to cause so much wreckage?āĀ
It doesnāt take much effort at all to work him up. Peetaās pants are tented in what looks like the most uncomfortable erection ever; he shifts in his chair to try and hide the effect my words have on him, yet, his hands remain folded on his lap, white knuckled with the effort of keeping himself in check. Heās really committed not to touch me while Iām still his student, but he rasps a question, full of concern.Ā
āDid I hurt you?ā His eyes search me, earnestly. āIām sorry I was too rough, really,ā
My heart gives a little somersault. āNo, Peeta. You were pure perfection. I loved how you handled me.ā
His lips twitch, and Iām amazed at how expressive his face is, even partially hidden under his near facial hair. āYou said you were hungry last night before you got on your kneesā¦ā I murmur, āI think, next time Iāll return the favor,ā
āNext time?ā
I slide closer to him, but we both keep our hands to ourselves.
I lick my lips, resisting the urge to drop on my knees between his legs and gobble up his cock. I didnāt lie about wanting to see him in all his naked glory, but I can show the same level of restraint he does; I respect him for trying to keep a moral and ethical compass.
I smirk at him, slyly. āAre you sure you wanna abandon your post as my professor, now that my education is on the balance? We can wait a handful of months, Doctor Mellark⦠I promise not to tease you,ā With that, I mean, I promise not to aggravate what could potentially be the worst case of blue balls in the history of slow burns.
Peeta hisses a mirthless chuckle, āYouāre too much of a temptation, even if you donāt actively try teasing me, Katniss,ā
I start playing with the end of my braided, dark hair. āYou know what Iām most really looking forward to, from when Iām no longer your student?ā I pose, shyly, āGoing to that dinner you mentioned last night.ā I shrug one shoulder. āIāll let you buy me a stack of pancakes to celebrate my graduation. Iāll probably introduce you to my sister, Primrose⦠and weād go from there⦠if you wanted toā¦ā
Peeta smiles, disarmingly. āIād love that too, Miss Everdeen.ā He says quietly.
I let go of my braid, and hug myself, āStay in the class?ā I practically beg one last time. āWe can do it, I know we can. We can have a platonic, completely innocent teacher-student relationship until Iām done with college,ā
Peeta shakes his head. āWeāll see after I talk to my head of department. Who knows, maybe all the schedules are already locked in place, and I have no other choice but to stay put. Thereās no guarantee a replacement is available for me.ā
āWeāll make it work!ā I say enthusiastically.Ā
āMaybeā¦ā he sighs, not entirely convinced.Ā
I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. Time is running out, I gotta get to the pharmacy before my window of opportunity closes.Ā
āHave you by any chance, have gotten a vasectomy at any point?āĀ
āMmm no, never had. Why?ā
Aw shit!Ā
I bite the inside of my cheek. āHopefully no reason.ā I say quickly, too nonchalant for my own good, and he catches on it, I can see the gears turning in his brain, āOkay,ā I make a big show of yawning and stretching my arms, āI have to run some errands before going home and crashing for the night.ā
Peeta cringes, āAre you⦠okay? Really, okay? You said you were sore?ā His eyes rove over my face full of concern.Ā
āIām fine,ā I smile, ānothing a long soaking in Epsom salts canāt cure.ā
āOkay,ā he says, unsure. āI donāt want to overstep any worse than I already have, but⦠Iāve been anxious, wondering if you were alright, if you got home fine to your sister since you left the club. Which, obviously you did⦠but, I wanted to kick myself for not asking your number, just to be able to check on you⦠and this is frown upon, a d completely unethical, butāā
āIāll email you,ā I say quickly. āNothing explicit. But Iāll let you know Iām home and okay.ā Iāve spoken to people in code before, this shouldnāt be a problem, and really, sending my professor an email with a time stamp and some innocuous question about the syllabus doesnāt have to be nefarious at all.Ā
āAlright⦠Just let me know if thereās anything wrong, okay? I swear this wonāt become a routine thing or anything, just this time, to give me peace of mind, and because it is late⦠and well, yesterdayā¦ā
āItās fine, professor. I donāt mind. And⦠everything will work out,ā I say shouldering my bag and pocketing my phone, āeverything will work out, even if my Plan B doesnāt,ā I smile and scurry out the door, before the puzzlement in his face has time to settle.Ā
After all, a semester is only 15 weeks long, give or take⦠thatās plenty of time to figure things out.Ā
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Summary: Katniss awaits for a delivery, and her mind goes to sad places while at the train platform.
Authorās Note: This drabble hasnāt been Betaed. Mistakes are bound to litter the place, so please forgive them. Also, during editing many lines got taken out, to keep it on a T rating. The original was much bleaker.
Thank you Tales of Panem, for your weekly prompts. Iāve been wanting to participate, but always get stuck on something else. Anywho⦠here it is: Prompt: Train.
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The ground rumbles under my feet, and my eyes fixate on the gravel around the tracks, where a few loose pebbles rattle faster and faster the closer the train careens towards the station.
I didnāt know how much Iāve been hoping this train would never come until the moment when I got the call yesterday, but the odds have never been friendly to me, and time is not forgiving, let alone forgetful. I dread the incoming cargo so much, bile rises to my throat. Its all I can do not to hurl what food Peeta forced into me last night; Iām glad he gave up on trying to feed me this morning.
I canāt believe I came here not two days ago to retrieve a crate full of baking supplies and geese feed for Haymitch. The old drunk has proven to be sturdier than we expected, holding his own against illnesses and the beginnings of a bad liver.
Now the crate addressed to me, coming from District 4, contains the remains of my mother, and Iām not sure how to go about facing her death, because despite how rocky our relationship was since my father died, and despite her refusal to ever set foot in 12 after the war, I still loved her, missed her. Over the last decade, weāve tried to heal and mend our bond as mother and daughter. We were each otherās last family alive. Losing her has been a blow much harder than what I anticipated; l fear tonight, when the darkness brings the night terrors, and sleep would be impossible.
Peeta⦠my mind goes to him.
My poor Peeta didnāt sleep a wink last night, holding me tightly to his chest while I screamed and sobbed until my throat went raw. He wonāt sleep at all tonight, maybe not for a few days. I wished I wasnāt as selfish as I am, but I canāt bring myself to feel sorry enough for him to ask him to stay in his bakery at night. Like today, he can stay home and sleep in, and let his employees deal with the shop. I need him next to me, to help me find my way out of the nightmares and keep me tethered to this life.
The thought brings me up short.
We have a life together, me and him. A life we fought for, a life we bled and sweated for. We are all each other have now. If anything ever happens to Peeta, it will destroy me. I am my motherās child, and Iāve seen myself in her reflection one too many times.
The train turns the last bend, I can see the shiny metal reflecting the sun approaching fast and unstoppable now. Itās an apt allegory to my feelings, watching the powerful machine speeding up the last stretch. Fear, sadness and loss twists my gut, but just like the train about to halt at the station, I have no way of stopping the barrage of emotions threatening to overtake me.
A loud whistle blasts the quiet of the district beyond me, announcing the trainās imminent arrival. I clutch tightly to the strap of my bag, and heave a shuddering breath, willing my tears to stay put.
Suddenly, a heavy hand lands on my shoulder, startlingly me. I turn around ready to tear off the limb of whoever thought it was a good idea to bother me at the worst possible moment, but instead, Iām met with blue, sad eyes, so familiar, I donāt hesitate to fall into their ownerās open arms and release a strangled sob.
āIām not ready for this!ā I half yell, half choke out into Peetaās solid chest, just as his large hand starts rubbing circles across my back to soothe me.
āI know, Katniss. Neither am I, but Iām here for you.ā He gives me a squeeze and kisses my hair.
āI know. Thank you.ā I say burrowing deeper into his warmth.
āHey, you and I. Together. Always. Remember? We protect each other.ā
I know his words are meant to comfort me; I know he wants to bring me peace and emotional support, but Iāve already lost him once, and now heās all I have left. Even that mangy Buttercup is under a bed of primroses in our garden, feeding the earth. With the bitter taste of my tears still wetting my lips, I seek Peetaās eyes, trying to hide the true meaning of my words.
āYou and I, together, always.ā I donāt intend on ever separating from him.
He told me once, right after I shot Coin and tried to take that Nightlock pill, he couldnāt let me go⦠now that I have him, neither can I.
His eyes search mine just as the train stops into the terminal. Heās seen right through me. He knows what my words arenāt saying, but he only nods and takes my face into those warm hands I love so much and rely on without reservation.
āTogether.ā He vows, āAlways. And thatās a promise.ā He whispers solemnly before kissing my lips.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you or interests you and Iāll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.
Aaaaiieeeeee.... okay. Thanks for the tag @sohypotheticallyā. This is going to take awhile. Iāll just put the ridiculous under a cut, yeah? Some of these are fanfic, some were started as fanfic but are now being worked on as originals. But first, tagging @savvylarkā, @xerxia31ā, @alliswell21ā, @deinde-prandiumā, and @dandeliononfireā. If I have to suffer the shame of half-finished projects, Iām taking you five down with me. <3 KDNFB
Ampersand
Everything You Are
In the Waiting Dark
It Started with a (Fake) Kiss
One Last Hope
Outside Chance Universe
Secret Kisses, Secret Wishes
Septimus
Spellbound
The Art of Peeling Pearls
Caught in the Net of the World
Ellipses & Ignition
In the Waiting Dark
Spiral & Collision
Bound to Get Burned
Kiss Me in the Dark
Graffiti Nights
Half the Time It Takes to Blink
Love is Not Love...
Portrait, Undone
The Touch of Time
Rebound
Shattered Into Ash
Snowed In Fic
Custody Arrangement
Traffic Jams
Twelve by Twelve
Scrawled Upon My Skin
Seeds of Love
Ten Minute Parasite
The Baker & The Hunter
The Pearls of Panem
Holiday fluff
Finish Me, Beyotch*
Inbox Prompts*
Five Year Anniversary
*These two are actually folders with 25 and 9 files in them, respectively. Iāll still answer questions about whatās in them, though and maybe give a snippet if itās appropriate to the question.