#everlarksmut

She had learned to gauge him as well, giving him space during his episodes, as he gripped the backs of chairs, or the kitchen counter hard until the tremors passed. He knew now to back off when she felt overwhelmed emotionally. He had taken note of the signs. A certain blank look she got in her eye, the anxious way she played with her braid or picked at her nails. Preceding her withdrawing into herself, growing more silent and sullen. Peeta learned to tread gently when she was in one of those moods.

He still wondered sometimes when she gave him a certain glance if there was a time he had figured her out before his hijacking. If the old Peeta, the one without a leg but who had still been in control of all his mental faculties before the hijacking and the torture had scrambled him up had gotten so good at reading her that they didn’t have to say things out loud. In some of the videos of the second Quarter Quell there seemed to be a fluidness to their interactions. Like the way he seemed to anticipate her next moves and vice versa. While they were in the arena things between them had seemed so…real. Before it all went to shit of course, on the last night. He had a vague sense that most of their interactions had at least been more…equitable, and smooth before his hijacking.

Nowadays if they had a misunderstanding there was always the lingering fear that it could trigger an episode for him, or cause her to withdraw for a while. It wasn’t a pretty thought, but it was their reality. And it was something they both were aware of and had known fully before they crossed that line last night. But Katniss had been so sure. She had promised she wasn’t going to run.

And Peeta guessed she hadn’t. She was here, she was home for dinner.

But was she still sure? Doubt and fear slowly began to creep back in.

Peeta looked up to see her enter the kitchen slowly. Her gray eyes watching him, with something like shyness and wariness jumbled together. He tried to keep the tension out of his shoulders and forced his hands to remain at his sides. He wanted to go to her, examine her and make sure she was alright and not hurt. But her steps were as soft and fluid as ever. No obvious injuries. His eyes roamed over her face, and arms and neck. Aside from the scars of the flames they had both shared during that fateful day in the Capitol, she looked flawless and healthy.

Peeta took a deep breath and smiled up at her, trying to show her he was ok. Katniss smiled tentatively back at him, but it looked strained.

When she knew what she wanted, and how she felt it was apparent. Even in his post-hijacked condition Peeta knew this. Katniss had almost no guile, and was not very good at masking her emotions.

The harder thing to judge was trying to get a read on her when she was confused. There had been many days in the beginning when they both started reconnecting after the war in which Peeta had to exercise patience and give her the benefit of the doubt when it came to simple things, like expressing whether she wanted to spend time together. She was not very good at communicating what she wanted from people.

Peeta had a sneaking suspicion that it came from something inside of her that wasn’t comfortable asking, or relying on others. Maybe even a part of her that felt she didn’t deserve people’s help or their attention. He remembered Prim telling him once while they were in District 13, when she was still trying to convince him Katniss wasn’t a mutt, that Katniss had learned not to expect a lot of things from life. To save herself the trouble of being disappointed when she didn’t get them.

Peeta wondered if Katniss was trying to save herself some trouble now.

A dark part of him, the part that the Capitol left behind, whispered that she was troubled by him. That she regretted what they had done together. That she stayed away so long because she couldn’t bear to face him after succumbing to such a base instinct and engaging in such intimate acts with him. That voice was constantly reminding him of all the times she had rejected him before, passed him over, ignored him, or chose someone else.

Seeing the hesitant look on her face as she approached the kitchen table caused the volume of those poisonous whispers to increase. But Peeta knew that giving into them would do no good. If there was something wrong he wanted to hear it from Katniss’ own mouth.

That was another thing they had worked on. Katniss had made him promise that if he started hearing bad thoughts he wouldn’t just presume to know what she was thinking or feeling. He had to ask. He had to talk to her about it. Because it was too easy for the bad voices to confuse him. He resolved to try and clear things up, after dinner.

Peeta cleared his throat and asked if she was ready to eat. She nodded and went to the sink to wash her hands. He observed the way her clothes clung to her body in more places now that she was eating regularly. He was proud of the fact that she was a healthy weight for her size these days, instead of the half starved girl he had found when he returned from the Capitol. She often told him it was because he was such a good cook.

That memory made him smile, and sent a trickle of pride and warmth into him. There. That was a better thought to focus on for now.

“I baked the pheasant you shot yesterday with some potatoes and tubers in an olive oil and garlic and lemon sauce.” Peeta told her as he began to fill their plates.

“It smells delicious Peeta.” She told him, brushing her hand along his arm as she passed by him and got two cups and some silverware to finish setting the table.

Her small touch reassured him a little, as did the gentle tone of her voice.

“Did you have a nice day in the woods?” Peeta asked as they both sat down to eat.

“Yes, I didn’t do much hunting or foraging though. I just mostly soaked up the views.” She replied, her mouth pulled into a small frown.

“That’s ok. We’ve got plenty of meat in the icebox.” Peeta told her. Dr. Aurelios said it was ok to sometimes have days where you just processed things. You might not get a lot done on the outside. But that was fine as long as it helped you on the inside. Peeta hoped that was the kind of day Katniss had out in the woods today.

“How was your day?” Katniss asked as she glanced up at him quickly.

“I got the things we needed in town. I cooked, and painted a little. Nothing difficult. I think you’ll actually like the painting. I can show it to you after dinner if you want.”

“Sure.”

What followed was a few minutes of silence as they ate. Sometimes they chatted over dinner, other times they ate in companionable silence. Today’s silence was twinged with uncertainty and awkwardness hung in the air. Finally, Peeta couldn’t stand it. He put down his fork carefully next to his plate and looked up at Katniss as she pushed her food around her plate for the third time in the last two minutes without taking a bite.

“Okay.” Peeta said, releasing a loud exhale, “So, we should probably talk.” He finished and leveled his best serious stare at her. He knew she didn’t like discussing things that had to do with her emotions. He could respect that she was an incredibly private person, and most of the time it took her longer to process things than average. He knew it had a lot to do with what she’d been through. But hell, they’d both come too far, and gone through too much shit together to sit around awkwardly ignoring the elephant in the room.

“You think so? I don’t know if we really need to….” Katniss began, her eyes never leaving the pattern in the grains of wood on the table’s surface.

“Katniss, I need to.” Peeta told her firmly. That was another thing he had been working on with Dr. Aurelius. Being assertive, and communicating his needs more openly in their relationship so as to avoid building up feelings of resentment.

“Oh.” Katniss said as she finally looked up at his face. She blinked once, and then took a deep breath before nodding. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?” She added, her voice soft and vulnerable sounding.

Sometimes it got on Peeta’s nerves. The obliviousness. He wasn’t sure if that was something new after the hijacking or not. But he was in a better place now than he had been when he first began to try and figure her out. Almost a year ago he was 99% sure the obliviousness was all part of her act. Contrived to manipulate him and those around her. He knew better now. A good part of it was just the way she tended to avoid emotional conflict, but some of it was real honest, to goodness unawareness. Katniss didn’t tend to work well with reading in between the lines, or inferring other people’s thoughts or emotions. She was better with concrete scenarios and directness. So that was the track Peeta took.

“Last night, you regret it? Real or not real?” Peeta asked point blank.

Katniss’ face was the epitome of surprise one second, then anger the next, but she looked away and took a deep breath before answering. When she did her voice was calmer than he expected.

“Not real Peeta. I don’t regret one second. Not at all. You?” She said and looked back at him, her gray eyes assessing him astutely with that same watchful gaze that reminded him sometimes of a predator watching its prey. Peeta took a deep breath to ground himself. He couldn’t afford to let his mind get carried away right now.

“I don’t regret it either. I started off this morning the happiest I’ve been since I can remember, and I had the best sleep I’ve gotten since they took me off morphling.”

“Oh, well, happy I could be of some use.” Katniss muttered, sounding more offended than before. Peeta ground his teeth in frustration for a second. Sometimes, actually, most of the time, the filter between his brain and his mouth malfunctioned when he got upset, or frustrated. It was another leftover symptom of the hijacking. Lucky him.

“Katniss,” Peeta said, exasperation but apology also leaking into his voice as he looked over at her and pleaded with her to be patient with him as well. This wasn’t easy. Maybe it would have once been. Maybe, before he could have found the perfect words to smooth things over, but these days he was putting himself back together one piece at a time just like she was.

Her steely gaze softened just a tad. Then a faint blush crept over her cheeks.

“Yeah, ok. I slept well too. But it wasn’t the absolute highlight of the last 48 hours for me.” She murmured. Peeta smirked at the quick insinuation she made.

“Me either.” Peeta replied, fixing his eyes on her as he deliberately stared at her long and hard enough to let an inkling of the hot desire that he had allowed to sweep through him last night rise to the surface.

It was always there. The way he wanted her. The way he loved her. It was such a consuming thing. Only, nowadays it consumed the worst parts of him. It chewed up the darkness that swam in the recesses of his mind and it snuffed out the uncertainty that plagued him on his bad days when she allowed him to care for her and vice versa. It was like the lighthouse that forever led him back to shore. He had found so much of himself in loving her again.

Peeta had learned that he was more than his devotion to Katniss Everdeen. He was still his own person, apart from her. But he discovered that he was a better person for facing it. For owning that huge part of him that would do just about anything to keep her safe, to make her smile. It was ok to love her. It didn’t make him pathetic or weak. It made him hopeful that what Snow had done to him could be overcome, given enough time, and given the fact that she loved him back.

Peeta watched as a blush crept up her cheeks. It was lovely that way the color highlighted the architecture of her face, and the luminousness of her golden skin. He could paint her a thousand times, and not get tired of trying to capture the complexity of her eyes, the warmth of her coloring, and the graceful lines of her body.

“The highlight of my night was seeing you so blissfully undone. Your pleasure was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen Katniss. Last night meant everything to me.” Peeta added.

Her gaze widened, her blush deepened, and she swallowed slowly. Peeta watched the way the muscles in her neck rippled with the movement, and he was reminded of the little sounds of approval she had made last night when he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses all along the column of her neck. He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of her reaction.

“It meant a lot to me too.” Katniss replied finally, tearing her gaze away from his face and sucking in a breath. Peeta felt his eyebrows pluck up, intrigued by her flustered expression. Sure, Katniss wasn’t very good with words, but her actions, well they spoke very clearly. And right now Peeta was certain she was being honest with him.

“I’m glad to hear that sweetheart.” Peeta said, relief evident in his voice. Her words made him happy. They made him hopeful. But overall they made him eager to repeat the experience that was the topic of their discussion.

Peeta lowered a hand to shift his pants inconspicuously. They had quickly become uncomfortably restrictive. He longed to shed them, along with the rest of his and Katniss’ clothes.

But he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way. And he wasn’t going to push or assume she wanted to have sex with him again so soon. Despite the eagerness she displayed in the morning.

He would have to wait for her to make the first move. But he could find other ways to express just what their night together had meant to him.

“Would you like to see the painting I worked on today after we finish eating?” Peeta asked, almost shyly.

Katniss looked back at him, her eyes shining brighter than the silver moon at its zenith.

“I’d like that.” She replied before she picked up her fork and dug back into her food with renewed vigor.

~

Later, as Peeta led her into his art room, he paused at the door to make sure the other paintings were covered or tuned away. Once he did a sweep of the room with his eyes and found nothing amiss, he gently guided her to stand in front of the easel in the center of the room.

He turned it around so she could see the picture, and waited for her reaction.

She simply stared at the scene, her eyes a little wide. Gradually, a look came over her face. It was an expression of gentle awe.

“It's incredible Peeta. Just beautiful.” She said, bestowing on him one of her rare smiles.

“This was the second most beautiful thing I saw this morning.” Peeta said quietly, gesturing to the sunrise that he had captured in vivid detail.

Katniss looked up at him with a sheen in her eyes, her hand trembled as she reached out to place her fingers on his forearm. Peeta’s skin tingled at the contact.

“What was the first?” She asked, her voice not more than a hushed whisper. But the vulnerable longing in it took Peeta’s breath away.

He took a step closer, pulling her against him and wrapping his arms around her in the way he had been wanting to do all night.

Right before his lips descended to cover hers, he breathed out the reply.

“You. In my bed.”

She shook her head slightly, as if to disagree, but Peeta just kissed her doubts away with the firm pressure of his lips. Her mouth parted perfectly, and his tongue peeked out to brush against hers. She made a needy sound in the back of her throat and pressed herself against him more firmly. Then she opened her mouth wider, to allow his tongue better access, which he happily acquiesced to.

They kissed and rocked together, touching and pulling at each other’s clothes and hair. The passion that had crackled between them last night flickered and roared to life in record time.

“Peeta,” Katniss whimpered into his mouth after another minute. It was all he needed to hear. He guided her back, until the back of her thighs brushed against the stool he usually sat on when he painted. Then he broke away from her lips with a groan, and she started to protest for a second until his lips attached themselves to her neck. He tasted her sweat, the lingering scent of the outdoors, and the pervasive flavor of her warm skin as he sucked and gently bit his way down her body. Even though he ached for her, he unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. He paid careful attention to her breasts, pulling down the cups of her bra and teasing her taut nipples into stiff peaks before divesting her of her shirt completely and licking his way down to her belly button. She let out her breath heavily, raking her fingers through his hair as he descended to unbutton her pants and push them to the floor.

Peeta inhaled the heady scent of her arousal as he pressed his face against her cotton panties. Katniss mewled as she widened her stance and pressed her center eagerly into his face. Peeta fanned his hot breath over the growing wetness that was soaking into fabric. He kissed her softly, reveling in the heat radiating from her. She squirmed against him, urging him on.

Peeta slowly kissed up to the waistband of her panties, ignoring the impatient noises she made, before using his teeth to drag them off her. By the time her underwear pooled at her feet, her legs were shaking.

Peeta gently directed her to sit back on the stool, with her legs splayed open for him.

For a second or two, maybe more, he just stared at her. He drank in the way her breasts heaved as she took in a breath. His eyes followed the curve of her waist, out to her softly flared hips, down to her wet and swollen lower lips. His nostrils flared out, and the blue of his irises was swallowed up by his pupils dilating with pleasure and lust.

“I imagined you so many times.” Peeta whispered, as he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. She trembled and let out a stuttering breath.

“No amount of fantasizing prepared me for how intoxicating the actual sight of you is.” Peeta said, mostly to himself as he nuzzled his nose against the dark thatch of curls that captured his attention so mesmerizingly.

Katniss mewled, pushing her hips forward, trying to force more contact with his mouth. But Peeta pulled away, determined to bask in the sight of her for just a bit longer. He gingerly traced her inner lips with the tip of his finger, reveling in the way her sickness felt as he brushed over her folds.

“Katniss, you don’t know how fucking inescapable you are. I wanted you even when I didn’t remember who I really was. Even when I couldn’t remember my favorite color, or that I liked to paint. But I always remembered what it was to want you so desperately I could feel down to my bones. Down to my atoms. That was always there. Nothing has ever felt as good as touching you does. As kissing you does. Not even being high on fucking morphling is as good as being inside you. So please, please tell me this is what you really want. Because I’m so gone for you, I’m in so deep. I love you so much. And I know it's not easy. Being with someone like me. Who starts thinking crazy shit if you're five minutes late for dinner. I know I’m fucked up, but I will never stop trying to be what you deserve.” Peeta finished, with a shudder, dropping his face atop her thigh, hiding for just a minute from the overwhelming crush of the emotions stirring in his chest.

He felt her small hand caress his cheek, and then dip underneath his jaw to tip his chin up.

“I love you.” She whispered, her eyes wide and teary as she stared down at him. His eyes began to water as he stared up at her. Her lip trembled slightly, and Peeta reached up to cover it with his thumb. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, to stop the shaking.

She parted her lips again.

“And you are so much more than I could ever deserve Peeta. But I’m so far gone, I don’t care. All I know is that I need you.” She confessed, her eyes never leaving his.

He nodded, blinked away the tears that were clouding his vision, and swallowed before nodding again.

He felt like weight had been lifted off his chest. Last night she had said ‘real’ when he asked her if she loved him. But today, hearing her say the words and it coming from her totally unprompted, set him at peace. He smiled at her, tenderly before lowering his mouth to her still dripping center and giving her one long, obscene lick.

She bit back a sharp cry, and opened her legs wider for him. With a carnal groan he began to feast on her, lapping up her sweet arousal and thrusting his tongue into her with quick strokes. She keened, and rocked on the stool, and Peeta had to hold it steady so she didn’t topple over.

He seriously doubted they could keep this up for long, so he focused his attention on her clit, licking around her sensitive bud in tight circles and sucking alternatively.

“Fuck, yes. Oh, I love your mouth.” Katniss cried, as she fisted one hand in his hair and yanked him closer, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

Pride rushed through him, and even though his legs were protesting, especially his prosthetic one, from kneeling in one position for so long, Peeta didn’t give up or slow down. Instead he increased his motions, flicking her clit back and forth with his tongue as she chanted his name.

When she took a gasping breath, and her legs trembled before clamping down against the sides of his head, Peeta knew that was it.

Katniss let out a sharp cry that descended into a long moan, followed by a rush of wetness that gushed out of her. He happily lapped up every drop. And when she was done she hopped off the stool and pulled him into a standing position.

“Wanna go to the bedroom?” She asked with a provocative smile as she stared down at his tented pants.

“Together?” Peeta asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Katniss just nodded and took his hand in hers.

I'm not prepared for her kiss, but when she touches her lips to mine, I latch onto her, holding on so tight like she's the only thing keeping me from blowing away. Her hands grip my shirt, and she's yanking it up, furiously, and I'm so surprised at this turn of events, I'm momentarily caught off guard.

But she just keeps kissing me, everywhere, murmuring things against my lips and my skin. My hands are trembling, but hers are steady as she unbuttons her jeans and tugs them off. Then she unbuttons my pants as well and my body takes over where my mind can't quite complete the gap and I'm kissing her and touching her in that familiar way that makes me forget everything else.

She leads me to her bed, and eases me down before reaching behind her back and undoing her bra. I feel like someone gave me a shot of pure electricity that spreads from my eyes down to the rest of my body. I grip the sheets in my hands, to keep from grabbing her fiercely. Somehow I know she wants me to wait. She slides her plain white cotton underwear down and just stands there, letting me drink in the sight of her naked in the moonlight, poised like a diver ready to leap into the depths for me.

She reaches her hand down to take my naked flesh that's ready and full of yearning for her, and when she strokes me I can't help the sound of pure ecstasy that escapes. I look up at her and she's confident, and beautiful, and so very sexy, I worry that I'm not going to make it to the sex if she keeps touching me in this way.

I open my mouth to say something, but she just uses her other hand to stop my words as she covers my mouth with three slim fingers. Then, incredibly and unbelievably, she starts to kneel slowly against the edge of the bed that I'm laying on, and I sit up, surprised at where this is all going.

She looks up at me, sternly, as if to say I shouldn't protest. But I know if she does what I think she's planning on doing then I definitely will not make it to the sex. We've done a lot of things, but not this, though I've fantasized about it.

The idea of her using her mouth on me like I do for her. But I've never asked, because just having her in my bed was enough. Everything we were already doing was enough. But this feels special, a conscious choice she's making. Something she wants to give me, even though she's already gifted me so much of herself.

She looks up at me as she runs her hands up and down, over my heated skin and I can't help my heavy breathing. Just that image alone drives me almost to the brink, so I close my eyes, and try to temper my pounding heart, my raging blood and emotions.

When her lips meet my skin, it's so pleasurable, it's almost painful how sensitive my skin has become in anticipation of her. When she takes me in her mouth, I bite down on my bottom lip so hard, I taste blood. But I hardly feel the pain, instead I feel her warm breath, her nimble tongue, and yes, her wet mouth around me. It's all too much, so I try to think of other things, to try and draw my mind away from the immediate pleasure. I conjure up images of the Games, of the fighting and the blood, and even the mutts that almost killed us. And it helps, but just barely.

She's found a rhythm now, something very similar to what we do normally with our hips, and I know I am close, very close. I reach down to grip her wrist thinking to warn her so I don't surprise her by finishing in her mouth. I don't know if she wants that, and if I wait any longer I won't be able to say anything at all.

"Wait..Katniss," I pant, and I sound ridiculous even to my own ears. But she looks up at me for a second, disconnected from my body but still looking beautiful kneeling there before me. When I opened my eyes to tell her, it was a mistake because I can see everything. Her rosy cheeks, her chest rising and falling in effort, and her hands still wrapped around me, still stroking. And before I can say anything I come. And I feel hot embarassment mixed with intense all consuming pleasure, but I can't stop. It was too much.

Thankfully, she was far enough away that I mostly just made a mess of my thighs, and stomach. And I want to apologize, but I still can't breathe well enough to get a word out. She amazingly, just grabs her shirt from the floor and uses it to help me clean up.

"Wow." She says in a surprised voice, I guess at the sheer volume of everything we're trying to wipe off. And I realized she had never seen what happens between us when I finish. Since she's on birth control, I've never had to pull out.

"Yeah, that happens every time...I tried to warn you but...I couldn't stop, sorry." I finally got the words out.

"I didn't realize it was so...theatrical." She says in a slightly intrigued tone, and I sigh, glad at least that she doesn't find what my body does in response to her disgusting or strange.

"It's kind of embarrassing that I finished so fast. But...God, that felt so good." I admit, undisguised satisfaction in my voice.

"Oh, well that's what I was going for." She says as she climbs up next to me and settles into my side. I tuck my arm under her head, and hold her close. She smells like lemons, and the outside air, and also a little bit like me.

“Oh, yeah, right there babe!” she cried as she got her neck nibbled on, at the same time she was getting fingered into oblivion. 

Peeta stood there and just watched for a minute as a head of blond, slicked-back, ashen waves, belonging to the man who was kissing and fingering Katniss, traveled lower, pulling one of the little ties of her dress’s shoulder straps undone with his teeth so he could kiss the skin at her collarbone and the rounded tops of her breasts. There was a nice high blush settling over her chest. Her thighs were trembling already, which meant she was close. Peeta wondered how long they had been at it.

 He surveyed the rest of the kitchen quickly. There were remnants of a meal cooked and already plated, probably tucked away in the warming tray under the oven. Katniss' black little high heels lay discarded on the floor, one near the kitchen island, and one near the fridge right next to the leg of the gray sweatpants the blond guy had on. 

Peeta took him in for a moment. He was average height, but stocky and well-built. His shoulders and arms were well-developed and could be seen straining through the fabric of the comfortable white t-shirt he was wearing.  His waist was trim, and he had a decent looking ass for a guy. Peeta wondered for a minute if his ass was as nicely rounded and firm as the other man's.  

“Looks like you started without me,” Peeta announced loudly, interrupting them. 

Katniss’ pretty gray eyes opened and took in the sight of Peeta standing in the doorway. They flashed like something hot, the look shooting right through him. 

“You’re late,” Katniss replied, a hint of annoyance showing through in her voice. 

“Really late,” his brother Piers added as he looked at Peeta over his shoulder, right before turning around and lowering his mouth to Katniss’ chest, nosing down the front of her dress slowly to expose more of her. 

“It's Valentine’s Day. The bakery was swamped,” Peeta said in explanation, his eyes glued to the swath of tantalizing golden skin that was being revealed inch-by-inch as his brother continued his exploration of their girlfriend’s beautiful body. The other tie came undone underneath Piers’ fingers, and Peeta swore when he realized what was under her red dress. 

She wasn’t even wearing a bra, for goodness sake. Katniss didn’t respond to Peeta’s excuse, instead she just let out a low moan as Piers’ tongue darted out to tease her already hard nipple. Then, a second later, Piers ripped off her tiny, red lacy underwear and threw them in Peeta’s direction. 

Peeta felt a rush of blood travel through him, as he caught the underwear in hand. He didn’t feel embarrassed when he brought them up to his face to inhale his girlfriend’s scent. She smelled delicious, and she was very wet judging by the state of her panties, and the little sounds she was letting out as Piers worked her into a frenzy. The sight and the smell of her got him hard fast. 

 Even after all these months it was still shocking the way his body reacted to seeing his brother’s hands and mouth on the woman he loved. Instead of jealousy, he felt his heart pick up and start racing. His eyes widened to take in the sight of Katniss being turned on, and getting off to his twin brother’s ministrations. Just a minute later, Katniss was shaking and panting as her first orgasm of the night rushed through her. 

“Fuck, you guys couldn’t wait 20 minutes?” Peeta asked, in a voice that betrayed how hot and bothered he was. Usually he liked to be the one to make Katniss come first with his hand, Piers usually liked to use his mouth on her.  Peeta knew they were doing this on purpose. 

“You couldn’t have Antonio close up? Like you said you would? He doesn’t even have a date for Valentines!” Katniss finally spoke up as she gripped the back of Piers' neck and held his face securely to her breast. She began to rock her hips against his hand, shamelessly wringing out a few aftershocks. 

The sight was so erotic, and her voice was so gruff with arousal and anger that Peeta began to peel away his clothes. His aching cock was straining hard against the material of his slacks and begged for release. 

“He found one last minute, so I told him I’d close,” Peeta mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt. He fumbled with a few buttons when Piers switched his mouth to Katniss’ other breast and she cried out sharply, throwing her head back against the fridge in ecstasy. 

Piers’ chuckled a second later. “Bro, how many times do I have to tell you? You are too nice for your own damn good,” Piers added before going back to licking and sucking on Katniss’ perfect tits. 

Peeta couldn’t help but agree internally, but outwardly he simply groaned. Watching Katniss and Piers was a certain form of torture. He wanted nothing more than to shuck his clothes and join them in their sexy foreplay. 

But Katniss fixed him with a stare that had him stopping in his tracks. 

“Just watch for now Peeta. No touching. That’s your punishment for making me and Piers’ wait for you on our first Valentine’s day together,” she ordered, and even though it chapped his hide to not be able to close the distance and suck one of her beautiful breasts into his mouth, or join his finger alongside his brother’s and plunge into her tight, wet heat, Peeta made himself hold back. 

He looked back at Katniss with a displeased expression, but nodded. Instead of touching her, he settled for unzipping his slacks and pulling out his already rock hard shaft. He made a few lazy passes over the length, and twisted his wrist slightly before closing his hand around the head of his already weeping cock. Katniss watched him with lust-hooded eyes and licked her lips deliberately. 

“You’re doing that on purpose,” Peeta hissed out as he stroked himself slightly faster. 

“Ohhh--mmm!” Katniss moaned as she started to rotate her hips and grind down onto Piers’ hand, which elicited another tortured groan from Peeta. Nothing got him off faster than watching Katniss build higher and higher until she finally came. 

“I love it when you make him lose control, Sweetheart,” Piers murmured as he added another finger and began to tweak Katniss’ nipple with his other hand. Piers returned his mouth to Katniss’ breast, and a moment later, she started arching her back and panting his name, all while locking gazes with Peeta as he pumped his cock in hand. 

Peeta tried to sync up his rhythm with Katniss and Piers, and when he finally got it down, Katniss was calling his name too as she writhed against the door of the fridge while Piers held her up. 

“Please, I want you inside me! Piers, fuck me from behind!” Katniss wailed, her eyes scrunching tightly closed and her whole body tensing. Piers wasted no time spinning Katniss around and lowering the waistband of his gray sweatpants to let his hardened dick spring free. In one smooth fluid motion, he spread Katniss’ legs and plunged into her, eliciting a strangled cry on her behalf that was so suffused with pleasure Peeta felt a shooting spark of heat travel down his spine, in what he knew was the first sign of his own orgasm. 

Peeta had been holding back, but at the sound of Katniss’ imminent climax, he began to feel strained. He could tell by the way Piers’ was grunting as he fucked their girlfriend hard and fast that his twin was close to his own release as well. 

“Yes!” Katniss screamed, and then Peeta saw her whole body shudder and he knew that was it. 

“Oh, fuck baby, just like that! Come on my cock!” Piers shouted, as he rocked into Katniss from behind. The sight of Piers getting off on what was no doubt a spectacular one of Katniss’ orgasms almost made Peeta lose it, but he held on. 

“That was so damn good,” Piers said after his orgasm had dissipated. He pulled away from Katniss and she whimpered at the loss of him. He just pulled off his shirt and used it to gently swipe at their combined fluids,  which had begun to trickle down her golden-colored thighs. 

“It's ok, Sweetheart, I’ll be back for you before you know it. But Peeta’s still hard, Honey, and I don’t think you’re mad at him anymore, now that you’ve come a couple times, huh?” Piers asked gently as he pressed a kiss to Katniss’ bare shoulder. When Piers looked over his shoulder at his brother, he had an amused smirk on his identically handsome face.

Peeta almost rolled his eyes at Piers’ cocky grin, but he didn’t. If he hadn’t been late, Katniss would have no doubt offered to take him in her mouth while Piers fucked her, and all three of them would have come by now. 

Katniss turned around to kiss Piers on the lips deeply, and Peeta watched in fascination as their tongues tangled together. 

Finally, they broke apart and Katniss let out a breathy sigh. Piers stepped away then, and Katniss turned to Peeta and held her arms out. Gone was the look of annoyance. Instead it was replaced with longing. Peeta went to her immediately.

“We really missed you. And we had no idea if we added the right amount of white wine to the sauce. And we didn’t know if it was okay to substitute canned sundried tomatoes instead of organic ones—” Katniss began to complain sullenly. Peeta brushed her dark brown hair back from her face lovingly. She sometimes had a hard time verbalizing her feelings, and often her knee-jerk response was annoyance or even anger. But once she processed her feelings, she was often very sweet. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sure whatever you and Piers cooked it will be just lovely,” Peeta replied, before he couldn’t resist going in for a kiss. 

Katniss let out a wonderful sound that was akin to a purr and Peeta slanted his mouth over hers at an angle to deepen the kiss. Katniss reached down gently to run her hand over the length of his erection and Peeta moaned into her mouth. 

“You’re just saying that because you want to come inside me,” Katniss challenged and Peeta shook his head. 

“No, I know Piers doesn't enjoy cooking as much as I do, but he’s damn good in the kitchen in a pinch,” Peeta said with a small strained chuckle as Katniss continued to slowly stroke his dick. He didn’t bother to try and say he didn’t want to come inside her because that just wasn’t true. He always wanted to come inside her. But that wasn’t why he had said what he said. 

“Oh, so if it's good it's only because of Piers?” Katniss asked, pulling away from him a little. Peeta shook his head, slightly aggravated. 

“No, I just meant I knew you were in excellent hands if I couldn’t be here to help you,” Peeta replied, stepping towards her again and kissing up the side of her neck. 

“Hmm, yes he did come in handy while you were busy closing up for the fifth time this week,” Katniss replied playfully, looking over at Piers who shot her a lascivious grin. He had already pulled his pants back up and was simply watching the two of them flirt and argue. 

“Oh, come on Katniss. I’m sorry, okay? I should have made Antonio close like we agreed. There? Happy now?” Peeta said as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, breathing in her wild clean scent. She smelled like a field of wildflowers. 

“No. I won’t be happy until I have your hard, thick cock pounding me until I come again Peeta. It's the least you can do to make up for being late to our Valentine's dinner,” Katniss replied as she tiptoed up and took his earlobe in her mouth, biting down just hard enough to send a shockwave of pain-laced pleasure to his dick. Peeta gasped out a curse as he pulled her closer to his body. 

“Is that the apology you really want, my love? No problem. How do you want it? From behind again, against the fridge?” Peeta asked, his voice thick with desire. 

“Against the fridge, yes. But not from behind, I want to watch you. So you better pick me up,” Katniss ordered, and Peeta didn’t hesitate to comply. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then he hoisted her up and let her wrap her slim legs around his torso, enjoying the warm wetness of her center pressed against his abdomen. He carried her on sure feet and pressed her back against the fridge. She shivered delightfully in his arms. Peeta licked his lips. 

“You know you looked so desperate a minute ago that I really thought you were gonna fuck her with your work slacks around your ankles bro,” Piers commented with a chuckle as he leaned back against the counter.

“Well, you both made it look so incredible. And you didn’t even take your clothes all the way off. Love this red dress by the way,” Peeta told his twin and then complimented Katniss with a smile. 

“I hoped you would both like it,” Katniss replied as she fiddled with the strap that had come undone. The top of her dress was still pulled down haphazardly, her tan breasts topped with terracotta-colored nipples strained against the cool air of the kitchen. Peeta stared at her, drinking in the gorgeous sight, his thumbs gently brushing against her sides. 

“I think it's safe to assume by the automatic boners you gave both of us that Peeta and I like the dress, Sweetheart. You know, I never thought we’d like the same girl, much less share a girlfriend at the same time. But life is full of surprises,” Piers said with quiet amusement. 

“Both of you, less talking more sexing please,” Katniss interrupted and Peeta and Piers both laughed. They often joked that Katniss had a one-track mind. Peeta leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. 

“I missed you too,” he said quietly. Katniss smiled a little against his lips before pouncing on his mouth. She threw herself into the kiss wholeheartedly, and it made Peeta’s heart swell with love. It made another part of him swell also. 

She rubbed herself against him, her molten core lighting him up from within, as Peeta rutted his hard cock along the underside of her ass, grazing the swell of her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to watch her face as she climaxed, and fill her up with his cum before they all sat down to a nice Valentine’s dinner. 

Katniss pulled him closer and removed her mouth from his so she could begin trailing kisses across his jaw, while her hands roamed across his shoulders and chest. Peeta shifted their bodies to try and align his erection with her entrance. 

“Yes, please Peeta,” Katniss panted in his ear, and Peeta breathed her name once before plunging into her. 

“Fuck! Yes!” Katniss cried, her nails digging into his back as he held still for a moment, just basking in the feeling of her wrapped around him. She pushed her hips forward, encouraging him to move. When Peeta did, he groaned as he withdrew almost all the way out and pushed into her again. 

“You feel amazing. You’re amazing,” Peeta murmured in between thrusts, his pace picking up. Katniss encouraged him loudly to go faster and harder as she held onto his shoulders and they rocked the fridge slightly. 

“Just a little more, just-just-ahh!” Katniss cried, one hand fisting in Peeta’s hair as he tried to maintain control so she could come again. 

He would have reached down to circle her clit, but he was using both hands to hold her up as he pounded into her. So instead she snaked her own hand down in between their bodies and began to touch herself in time with their rhythm. Her moans became more urgent, and so did the driving of Peeta’s hips. 

Peeta watched as her eyes widened for a split second, then snapped closed before she threw her head back, her dark hair wild and mussed looking against the stainless steel door of the fridge, her breasts bouncing erotically as her inner muscles started to spasm around his cock. She looked prettier than a painting. 

“Peeta!” she gasped, eyes still closed. He instinctively slowed his pace but deepend his strokes, letting her ride her orgasm out slowly. 

“There you go, Sweetheart, come for me. Just like that. You’re fucking gorgeous when you loose it while I’m inside you,” Peeta told her as he gripped her ass tighter, plunging into her again, over and over, as she mewled and writhed against him. He could still feel her pulsing around him, pulling him in deeper and massaging his cock so wonderfully. 

“You’re milking me, Sweetheart, I love your cunt! Fuck! I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” Peeta told her and she nodded frantically. 

“Come inside me, Peeta. I want to watch your face when you do!” she said just before biting down on his left shoulder. 

“Oh, God!” Peeta gasped as his rhythmic thrusts faltered and he slowed, almost to a stand still. Katniss lifted her hands to his face and caressed the sides of his cheeks. He knew she was watching him, even though he had his eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure. He pushed into her, once, twice, and then he came. He opened his eyes and her liquid-silver stare locked onto his blue gaze as he painted her soft warmth with his hot cum, and spent himself until he was empty. 

It took them both a minute to come down from their high. All the while Peeta was murmuring he loved her quietly as he pressed his forehead against hers. Katniss kissed him softly and smiled at him, until finally he began to grow soft and he had to withdraw from her body. 

Piers grinned at them and handed them his t-shirt so they could clean up a bit. 

“That was hot,” Piers told Katniss as he helped her fix her dress and retie her straps. 

“It was a fun way to kick off Valentine's night,” Katniss agreed with a cheeky laugh before swaying up on her tiptoes and kissing Piers’ nose. Piers laughed then, a wonderfully light and happy sound, and Peeta smiled at both of them. 

The two people he loved most in the world, who also loved him. 

“Finnick, do you want your toast with blueberries or strawberries?” I called from the kitchen as I plated up a fresh breakfast of French Toast for my friend, while Finnick strode in, his swimming trunks slung low on his hips, with a towel slung over his shoulder as he looked through his phone. He didn’t answer me right away, and I made a slightly impatient and annoyed sound in the back of my throat trying to get his attention. But he ignored me as he sat at the absurdly large and overdone breakfast bar while he gazed at his phone screen, enraptured by whatever he saw there.

“What are you looking at? A sneak preview of the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated?” I joked as I set the plate in front of him, fruit on the side so he could choose whatever toppings he wanted.

I had been cooking for Finnick ever since I moved in, since he swore he preferred my cooking to that of his hired personal chef. It was one of the little ways I tried to pay him back for letting me crash with him for so long and also for helping me through my legal and financial troubles while I was trying to get my career back on track.

“No, better. You remember all those rumors we heard at the Latin Grammy’s about that singer you liked?”

I am immediately intrigued by this topic and nod my head enthusiastically and motion for him to continue speaking.

“Well, I just got a message from my manager saying she’s got a new manager who's looking for candidates for some music collabs. Remember how I told you I’d always wanted to partner with her on a song since I heard her first album?”

“No, I mean you said you’d love to sing with her, but you didn’t elaborate.”