If it isn’t too much, could I request a drabble! Maybe one with some more dirtytalking!Peeta in the post-mj universe? Maybe from the same vibe as the other drabble wherein K finds out how much she LOVES dirtytalking!Peeta? THANKS A BUNCH!! LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU ALWAYS!! ❤️

Ok, here goes nothing!

He ran a finger down the middle of her lips tracing around the outline of her mouth back and forth.

"Open up sweetheart," He requested, voice low and husky.

If it had been anyone else in the world she would have refused. But this was Peeta. He was the exception to all of her rules.

She slowly opened her mouth and flicked her tongue gently against the skin of the pad of his finger, gentle but eager. At her easy compliance, he pushed his finger in just a little ways and she latched on and started to suck.

"Fuck," He breathed out the word in a tortured growl, eyes heavy, lids lowered, his body swaying towards hers.

"You look stunning wearing just my shirt, my finger in your mouth, your cheeks all flushed and eyes wild." He told her, dipping his finger in deeper and pumping it in and out of her mouth in mimicry of the new version of lovemaking she had recently learned. It brought back the sensations of his cock, heavy and hard in her mouth, pulsing with need and tasting like some beautiful forbidden fruit, all salt and musk and Peeta. She couldn't wait to try it again soon and wondered if that's where this little encounter was going but then her thoughts scattered at the feeling of him tracing across her skin again.

His finger slipped out of her mouth, brushing against the corner of her mouth before he continued down the column of her throat, past her collarbone to just between her breasts, their sharp peaks hidden beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

He lowered his head to the point of her straining nipple of sealed his mouth over it, hot and wet, sucking her through the tin material of his shirt. He looked up at her and gave her such a knowing look, full of intention and desire.

A moan tore out of her throat. The space between her thighs was hot and tight, slick and clenching in anticipation.

He didn't leave her waiting for too long. His hand snuck beneath the hem of his shirt and found her easily, fingers parting and sinking into her dripping heat like a hot knife through butter.

"Peeta," She gasped, full of his delicate ministrations, and then his tongue was in her mouth, thrusting in and out slowly, but deliberately in a way he knew drove her mad.

She opened her mouth to him eagerly, sliding her tongue against his, sucking on his bottom lip, and kissing him back with abandon.

He pulled back after he had kissed her senseless and lowered his mouth to whisper in her ear.

"I love the way you sound when I'm inside you. Your voice gets so high and sweet, so desperate. Do you know how sexy you sound? How much it makes me want to just push you against the nearest surface and fuck you? Good and hard? Or maybe you want it nice and slow? Do you want me to fuck you like a gentleman? I'd go slow, but deep. Nice and steady. Over and over. I'd have you begging. I wouldn't go faster until you were nearly sobbing for it."

His words made her clench down on his fingers hard and dragged a needy whine from her throat. She loved it when he talked like this. He always knew the right words to say to make her come unglued.

"Please," She cried out in that high, urgent voice that he liked so much.

"You know what you need to do sweetheart. What do you need to say?" He prompted while his fingers stroked inside of her perfectly, curling up to pet a deep sensitive spot inside of her and she whined again, so close.

"I--" She cut off, breathless, panting, twisting her hips only to have him still her motions in an iron grip, unrelenting and unwilling to let her cheat.

"Say it Katniss." He ordered.

"I need you--" She broke off again, losing her ability to speak coherently when his fingers were playing her like an instrument.

"To do what? Use your words, my love." He encouraged, voice rough and slightly strained.

"Fuck me. Make me come Peeta! Please!" She finally got the words out, her volume at a near shout.

"Of course darling, all you had to do was ask." He said quietly, a throaty chuckle escaping before he lowered his mouth to suck against her pulse point, his fingers speeding up their movements, the heel of his hand pressing harder against her, grinding, at just the right spot until she broke, and hurtled over the edge, with a breathless cry.

It was a quick and brilliant spark that lit up her veins, searing through her nerves and her skin like fire, taking over her until all she could feel was Peeta. His body pressed along her skin, his clean masculine scent invading her mouth, her lungs, his lips on her neck, his fingers wringing the pleasure out of her slowly, torturously, until there was nothing left for her to do but murmur his name in rapture over and over.

"There you go, just like that sweetheart." He said, hand smoothing over her hair and lips pressing against her temple sweetly.

"That was one. How many more do you think I can give you tonight before you beg to come on my cock?" He asked in a conversational tone.

She couldn't answer him. She was still incapable of speech, as the after-effects of the orgasm he had just given her wound itself down slowly.

"Don't worry love, we're just getting started." He said in a reassuring tone as he flexed his hips against her, grinding his rock-hard erection into the tender skin of her stomach.

Peeta:*looks away thoughtfully*

Peeta: *after a long moment, looks back with tears in his eyes* I...

Peeta: *reaches over and wraps his arms around Katniss, pulling her into a deep hug. Presses his face into her hair.

Peeta: *mumbling* You're not selfish. You're not. Don't say that.

Katniss: *slowly raises her arms and hugs him back* I think I am. But maybe that's OK. Because in the end it meant keeping you. I mean, not that you're mine--I mean--

Thank you to the INCREDIBLE @mega-aulover for this prompt :) I hardly get the excuse to try and write fluff and I have to say I enjoyed the entire exercise!

She'd like to say that getting close to Peeta again was as easy as breathing, but that would be a lie.

It wasn't easy. It was difficult. Full of false starts and awkward interludes and enough unsaid words to fill a shelf of books. Katniss understood this because she knew there was no way to ever truly start over with Peeta Mellark, even if she truly and deeply wished she could erase the past year of him being captured, tortured, and everything that followed until the end of the war.

There were layers of history and trauma in between them, and Peeta wasn't always aware of the context or meaning that colored their interactions, but neither was he oblivious. He felt things and picked up on things and he could still read the room with startling precision.

He remembered odd snippets sometimes, and the major events of their history together but the day-to-day workings of their relationship (which was still stuck in some strange place between cautious allies on good days and distrustful antagonists on the bad ones) seemed to puzzle him at first when he came back if not downright confuse him.

He legitimately didn't understand why Gale hadn't come back to District 12 with her after she had been exiled.

They got into it one night after seeing his face pop up on the nightly newscast. He asked questions with an internal compulsion that she had come to recognize. It was an extension of his 'Real or Not Real' mechanism.

The coping strategy he defaulted to when something just didn't sit right in his mind. And she knew that it was finally time to tell him why Gale hadn't come home, why she hadn't wanted him to accompany her back, why it might be better if he just stayed away indefinitely. Or at least until the still razor-sharp pain she got inside her chest every time she thought of him lessened somewhat.

So she told him about that day outside the president's mansion. She told him about the bombs and about what Snow said in the rose garden. About Coin and her tests of loyalty at the victor's meeting. She told him about Gale and Beetee's bombs and how no one knew for sure how it had happened, who had given the authorization, or what design they had used.

But the implication hung heavy in the air as it had that day that Gale had come to bring her the final arrow to end the war.

"So that's why he's not here." That had been his only reply. Katniss had nodded, not looking at him, lost in her thoughts about how far they had all come from the people they had once been three years ago.

Peeta had taken her silence and had wadded through it, unafraid to confront the dark waters that threatened to drown out the moment of honesty between them.

"There are a hundred reasons why he's not here." Katniss finally replied looking at him and finding his blue eyes dark, sad, and full of that special kind of empathy that never felt inconsequential, or cheap. Even as lost in his own mind as he tended to get sometimes, Peeta's reactions to other people's pain were the same as they used to be. Pure and noble, and not stemming from any misguided sense of pity.

His hand reached over to cover hers, and he enfolded her own small hand into his grasp. Goosebumps spread from the place where his skin touched hers.

"I'm so sorry Katniss." He said, tone even and quiet. "We were all forced to do horrible things in the games, and in the war, but that really is something terrible to try and come back from. But maybe with time you and he could—"

"There's no coming back, Peeta." She said cutting him off.

"But, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me after I tried to kill you then surely you and Gale can work this out. You two have been through so much together."

Katniss nearly recoiled at not only his words but the earnestness with which he said them.

"Everyone's been through a lot these past two years. You included. I don't need to work out anything with Gale. He can stay right where he is for the foreseeable future."

"But you love him," Peeta said quietly, but his eyes were confused and his brows were pulled down and tight together.

She shook her head slowly at him, recognizing immediately the familiar tone of his voice. It usually preceded a barrage of questions in the real or not real vien.

"No, Peeta. I don't. Gale was never the one I loved. Not like that. "

"Well, my memory isn't the most reliable but from what I've pieced together about you two before the games, and then everything that came after, I was sure..." He trailed off and she reached out and hesitantly placed her hand over his. He looked down and frowned slightly, but in a way that illustrated his confusion.

"I wasn't. When I came home after the first arena all I wanted was for things to go back to the way they had been before, clear-cut and easy. But I couldn't go back. And trying to feel something for Gale beyond friendship was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. I just didn't know how to let go of that part of my life, where all I needed was my bow, the woods, my sister, and my best friend. I might have loved him once, the way you love someone who is like family to you. But I was never in love with him. I've finally learned the difference between real and not real when it comes to that. " She said it with such surety, such conviction, and the way she stared at him. It was like her gray eyes were trying to press some kind of message into him.

He looked startled by her words at first, then he blinked, and it was like he was seeing her clearly for the first time.

Well, maybe not for the first time. There had been many moments where the secret and mysterious nature of the inscrutable Katniss Everdeen was revealed to him in snapshots and quick glances. Like catching sight of something that arrests your eyes right before the door snaps shut.

But looking at Katniss at that moment Peeta knew the door wasn't going to close this time.

Ok, so this idea just would not leave me alone. I told my husband about this idea for a three-chapter Everlark modern high school AU and he really liked it and told me I should write it. So, here is the first part.

oh so fun! Thanks for including me!

The Both of Us -obviously because it's the most popular of my stories and is a fix-it fic. This one is super self-indulgent and as close to canon as I can get while giving Everlark their happy ending sans hijacking. They are so married in this it's ridiculous.

2. Some Loves Bloom Like Flowers, Ours Burns Like the Stars -incredibly romantic and angsty! This is the soulmates/soul marks Everlark canon divergent AU that nobody asked for but that ended up being pretty sweet if I do say so myself.

3. So Pure -A little pre-Quarter Quell Everlark smut. It starts because of the infamous elevator scene and heats up quickly. The ending is bittersweet but in line with THG canon.

4. Make Me a fun little Modern AU drabble that I still like to revisit every now and then! I still need to add a part three so that K + P can finish their smutty fun ;)

5. The Holiday Stand-In -More modern au fun! There's plenty of crack and sexual tension plus a recreation of the 74th hunger games, except with snowballs. Read for a good time!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

James Arthur's song "Naked" seems very Everlark, and I'll bet you could come up with something awesome for it. If not, I feel like it's great inspo.

Just sayin'! I'll see myself out now. ;)

Katniss held her breath as she crested the hill that lead to her father's lake.

She knew he'd be there, waiting for her just like his note said.

What she didn't know was that he'd already be in the water waiting for her.

She looked down at the trail of clothes that led to the lakeshore.

The first, a plain white T-shirt. The thin kind Peeta favored for working at the bakery during long hot summer days. The kind she had taken to stealing and sleeping in because they were so comfortable.

Then, a pair of boots, tossed off haphazardly a few feet from each other. The double-knotted laces were pulled uncharacteristically undone.

One gray sock lying over a rock. The sight shouldn't have affected her, but an image was forming in her mind.

A thick pale chest dusted in faint blond hairs....a broad back decked with freckles moving over strong muscles.

A pair of tan trousers crumpled and left to lie precisely where they had fallen stirred up images of solid calves and thickly built thighs covered in dark, curly blond hairs.

The odd shiver rolled down her spine, half anticipation, half trepidation. They'd spent the night wrapped in each other's arms and had shared much of their bodies but not everything.

There had been obstacles.

It had taken him years to wrest control of the bakery from his mother after his father had died. He wanted to be his own man, with his own livelihood to offer when he inevitably asked her to marry him. Katniss had refused for years to sign any official papers at the Justice Building, despite knowing he was the only one she could ever see herself sharing her life with. Even after they toasted in a private ceremony she refused to fully consummate the relationship until she was sure the Hunger Games had been abolished for good.

Tonight was different.

It had been a year since the current government had signed a decree outlawing anything like the Games from ever taking place on Panem soil again.

It had been four years since she and Peeta had toasted.

And this morning they had signed the papers at the Justice Building that made everything official.

It was time. Past time, really for this.

And with that thought, she began to disrobe.

She prodded gently at the last item of clothing with her bare toe. Her plain white cotton underwear lay atop his navy blue boxers.

The sight made her smile just a little.

She looked out into the water where she could just make out his shape. He was floating on his back lazily, hands braced behind his head. His torso was shining wet with small puddles collecting along his sternum and navel.

The things she wanted to do at the sight surprised even her.

Especially when her eyes dipped lower to trace the rest of his naked body that he proudly left on display for her to see.

She licked her lips absent-mindedly as she took one step forward and warm summer lake water lapped at her ankles.

She saw the moment he noticed her. Saw the way his eyes caught on her bare skin and dragged down with agonizing intensity across every inch of her.

She stood there for a minute, just letting him look at her, as she looked her fill at him in return.

It was a promise. She was done pretending she didn't need him, all of him, with her, beside her, inside her giving her everything she always swore she could do without.

She could do without so much. But not him. She needed him and what's more, she wanted him. She wanted the promise of everything they could build together, with their hearts and their naked bodies finally surrendering to each other after so long of only giving each other half of what they really wanted.

The wait was over.

It was time for her and Peeta now.