Science vs. Romance (hunger games, nc-17, 2/3)
Written for the "Other Worlds" AU challenge on Tumblr's Prompts in Panem.
Science vs. Romance, 2/3
katniss/peeta. nc-17, au: thg meets true blood. Katniss Everdeen is twenty-two years old, slinging burgers and beer at Hawthorne's Bar and Grill the day the vampires come out of the coffin.
"Kitty, you look like death warmed over," Finnick says bluntly, handing Katniss a platter of chicken tenders and fries. "What did you get up to last night?"
"Fuck you," she mutters, spinning away with the order. Finnick whoops in glee.
"I love it when you talk dirty, girl!" he calls after her. Another voice floats into her head, I'd love to hear that bitch talk dirty to me, and she shoots a disgusted look at the sweaty man at the bar who'd thought it.
The thing is, Finnick is right - she's running on two, maybe three hours of sleep, and even though it's a slow weekday lunch shift, she's on the verge of locking herself in Gale's office and collapsing onto the couch for a nap. And it's all Peeta's fault, she thinks darkly.
The first thing Katniss had done when she'd arrived home the night before was run upstairs, jump into the shower, and touch herself until she came, imagining Peeta's pale hands on her body the entire time. She hadn't realized how turned on she was until she was halfway home, and she'd sped there as quickly as possible, desperate to release the tension building between her thighs. It was a miracle one of the deputies on the night shift hadn't caught her speeding.
In bed she'd tried to sleep, but the dull ache in her core wouldn't go away, and she'd brought herself to another climax just as the first rays of the sun had broken over the horizon. Once she managed to drift off she'd even had a dream about Peeta, the two of them naked and tangled together, and she'd woken up panting and horny again.
She's never reacted this way to a guy - not Gale, not anyone - in her entire life. It's obvious that Peeta has used some kind of vampire magic on her.
Katniss forces herself to slog through the rest of the afternoon, sniping at Finnick and pretty much anyone else who crosses her path. Five minutes before her shift is up Gale calls her into the back office.
"What the hell is going on, Katniss?" he demands. "You're even surlier than usual."
"I'm tired," she snaps. "Can I go? My shift is over."
"No." Gale folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at her. Yeah right. This must have something to do with Mellark.
"It has nothing to do with Peeta," she groans, rolling her eyes. She pauses when she sees Gale's shocked expression. He knows about her secret, but they try not to talk about it - and she definitely doesn't acknowledge the stray thoughts that seep from his mind into hers on occasion. "Oh…you didn't say that out loud, did you."
"No," he mutters, looking angry. "But I don't believe you, anyway."
"How do you even know I was with him last night?" she demands. "Are you spying on me?"
Gale snorts. "Spying on you? Get over yourself. I saw you leave together after we closed up. I live here, Katniss."
Katniss flushes. She hadn't really thought about the fact that Gale's trailer behind the restaurant had a clear view of the parking lot out front. "Well, whatever. It's none of your business anyway."
"It sure as hell is my business if he's comin' out here and pickin' you up in my parking lot in the middle of the night," Gale says tightly. His frown softens. "I care about you, Catnip. I know that Peeta seems like this harmless guy from high school, but…he's different now. You have to be careful."
Katniss sighs. "Look. I appreciate your concern. I really do. But Peeta…it's nothing. He was bored, and so I hung out with him for a little bit, and then I went home."
"Yeah, alright." Gale looks unconvinced, but he waves a hand towards the door. "You can go."
But Katniss does hang out with Peeta again, two nights later, when she runs into him at the grocery store.
"Hey Katniss." Peeta stops beside her in front of the frozen pizzas, a case of TruBlood in his arms. He looks sheepish. "How's it going?"
"Fine," she says shortly, keeping her eyes steadily focused on the stacks of pizza boxes.
He edges closer and lowers his voice. "Look, I wanted to apologize about the other night -"
"What did you do to me?" she interrupts in a harsh whisper.
Peeta frowns, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
She glances around to make sure no one's in earshot. "I mean what kind of weird vampire spell did you put on me that night?"
Peeta shakes his head, his eyes wide. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Katniss scoffs. "Yeah right." She slams the freezer door shut and stalks away, about as quickly as one can stalk away with an unwieldy grocery store cart before them.
Peeta catches up with her in the parking lot as she's unloading her bags into the trunk of her car. "Katniss. Please, listen to me."
"Why? So you can…can glamour me?" she asks. "Is that what it's called?" The PSAs about glamouring had popped up all over the radio and tv a few weeks after the Great Revelation; make eye contact with a vampire, and they could hypnotize you into doing anything they wanted.
"No," he says emphatically. "I mean, yes, that's what it's called. But I would never do that to you."
"Why not? You'd do it to someone else, right?" He doesn't answer, just stares at her, jaw clenched. "What makes me so special?"
His eyes never leave hers. "Because with you, I want it to be real."
Her mouth moves soundlessly, grasping for words, but she's saved by the buzz of her cell phone. She pulls it from her pocket quickly, grateful for an excuse to turn away. "Shit," she mutters, reading the screen.
"What?"
"Prim says the power's out again," Katniss says miserably, slumping against the side of the car. "We've got to get the whole damn house rewired, but we don't have the cash right now…I just bought all this food."
"You could bring it over to the bakery," Peeta suggests quietly. "I've got a walk-in and a back-up generator just in case."
Katniss bites her lip, thinking. She doesn't want $50 worth of meat and milk and cheese to go to waste. And something about Peeta's admission - how his voice had dropped when he'd said the word real - had pacified her suspicion towards him.
"Okay," she says finally. His face lights up.
It doesn't take long to drop her grocery bags in the walk-in freezer, and Katniss shuffles her feet awkwardly as Peeta shuts off the lights and closes the door.
"You want to come up for a drink or something?" he says casually, leaning against the metal door.
A voice in the back of her mind is screaming no, but curiosity - and whatever inexplicable force that continues to draw her towards him - wins out. She's never seen a vampire's home before, after all. "Okay." She follows him up the stairs in the back, to the second-floor apartment over the bakery. "Do you actually have anything I can drink?"
"I've got tea, wine, water…" He glances back and smiles at her questioning look. "I can't drink any of it, but I keep it for guests."
She can't imagine Peeta having many guests over in Bon Temps, but she nods anyway. "Makes sense."
Katniss chooses tea, and they sit at the kitchen table as they wait for the water in the kettle to boil. "So…" Peeta drums his fingers on the tabletop. "What made you think I glamoured you?"
She blushes, picking at her fingernails. "I don't know," she says vaguely. "It was nothing."
"It must have been something," he presses, a glint in his eye. "You were really pissed."
"You were just in a dream I had," she says quickly. "That's all."
Peeta remains quiet, looking at her thoughtfully, until the tea kettle whistles a few moments later. "Must've been some dream," he remarks, standing up to shut off the stovetop.
Katniss watches him as he pours the water into a mug, staring at the muscles flexing slightly in his arms as he reaches up into one of the cabinets. I want it to be real. She can't get his words out of her head.
Almost without thinking, she leaves her seat, moving to stand just behind him.
He pulls a metal canister from the cabinet and turns his head to look down at her. "Do you take sug -"
Katniss rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against his, stilling his words. The canister drops to the countertop with a clatter, sugar spilling out onto the floor, sparkling like diamonds in the dim light.
Peeta ignores the mess and responds immediately, enthusiastically, wrapping his arms all the way around her and lifting her up onto the counter. She folds her legs around his middle and runs her hands through his soft blonde hair, moaning as he nips at her bottom lip.
Katniss claws desperately at his thin black t-shirt, eager to feel his skin, and Peeta pulls back for just a second to pull the shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. Her fingers fumble at the buttons on her own shirt and he pushes them away roughly, ripping the shirt open like it's tissue paper. "Sorry," he mutters. She laughs - he doesn't sound sorry at all.
She feels Peeta's chest rumble in approval at the sight of her breasts, and she lets her head fall back with a gasp as he pulls the straps of her bra down off of her shoulders and takes a nipple into his mouth. "Peeta," she groans, rocking her hips against him. "I don't…what are we doing…"
He drags his lips from her chest up to her neck and then her own lips, kissing her deeply, brushing his tongue against hers. He stops and draws back, staring at her with an intensity that steals her breath away. "Bed?" is all he says.
She nods immediately, and before she can even process what's happening, she's scooped up in his arms and then suddenly lying on soft, comfortable sheets. Must be the super speed, she thinks fleetingly before Peeta's on top of her, grinding his hips against her. "God you're beautiful," he murmurs, his mouth dragging along the dip between her breasts as he reaches beneath her to pull off her bra.
Katniss can barely think, the feel of his body against her own so overwhelming, and before long they're both naked, and trembling with desire. Peeta's hard length is pressed up against her, rubbing against the warm, wet place between her legs, and he captures her mouth in a deep kiss, shifting himself over her, positioning himself at her entrance.
"I haven't, um, done this in a long time," she says, breaking away from the kiss.
"How long?" he asks, but he presses sloppy kisses along her jaw, seeming far more interested in the taste and touch of her skin than the details of her sexual history.
"Years," she admits. Five, to be exact. She'd had sex with Gale twice, both times a disaster. The physical connection had been so intense that there was no hope of blocking his thoughts from her mind - and Gale's thoughts, at the height of his adoration, had terrified her.
Here, now, with Peeta, there's no such worry. The only sounds are the creak of the bedsprings, their bodies shifting against the sheets, her ragged breath, the low rumble of desire in his throat. For the first time she can feel instead of think.
"I don't care," he says, burying his face between her breasts, nuzzling his nose against her. He looks up to meet her eyes, and smiles. "It makes this even hotter, maybe."
His hand slides down between her legs and he rubs his fingers against her folds, making her gasp. "You're so wet," he tells her, voice low, eyes dark. "Are you ready for me?"
She nods, and he presses his cock up against her center, the tip entering just slightly. "You sure?" he teases, leaning his head down to take her nipple between his teeth. He swirls his tongue around the hard bud and she whimpers.
"I'm sure."
Peeta drives all the way into her, filling her so deeply she thinks she might come right there and then. Her back arches up off the bed, hips rising to meet his steady thrusts. "Oh my god," she cries out, overwhelmed by how good it feels. This is nothing like five years ago. This explains why people love sex so goddamn much.
"Is this what you dreamt about?" he asks, punctuating the words with the roll of his hips. "Did you dream about me fucking you?"
"Yes," she gasps, nodding desperately. "I did, you were fucking me - oh god -"
Peeta grasps her thigh in his left hand and hitches her leg over his shoulder, grinding his hips into her at just the right angle so his pelvis catches her clit with every thrust. She turns her head to moan into the pillow beneath her, but Peeta pulls gently at her hair, tugging her head back to face him. "Don't. I want to hear you when I make you come."
His words send a powerful jolt of desire racing through her and Katniss starts to pump her own hips up into his with abandon, her breasts bouncing in time with the rhythm. He bends his head and sucks her nipple into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She rakes her nails down his back, loving the feel of his muscles as they contract under her touch, before sliding her hands up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place against her breasts.
Eventually Peeta slows down, moving his cock in and out of her in a teasingly slow pace. She can feel every inch of him as he moves, the wait agonizing as he pulls almost all the way out. She makes a whining noise as she pushes her hips up towards his impatiently, trying to bring him back in, but he holds her down, his hands firm on her hipbones. "Just wait," he whispers into her ear.
Peeta moves his mouth back up to her neck, pressing wet, slow, open-mouthed kisses against her, gently tugging her earlobe between his teeth before licking his way down to her collarbone. He tilts his head, and she feels suddenly, acutely, the sharp scrape of his teeth across her pulse point. His fangs. She tenses, digging her fingers into his back.
"Katniss..." he breathes into her skin. "Can I?"
It's contrary to every instinct she's ever had.
But she wants it.
She tilts her head back, and moans as his teeth pierce the tender skin of her neck. She can feel the hot blood - her blood - trickle down her neck, running over the curve of her shoulder and down onto the pillow. Peeta sucks at her skin greedily, his tongue laving over the tiny wound, and without warning he drives his cock back into her hard. Katniss makes a noise she didn't even know she was capable of.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he growls, reaching his hand down to rub her clit. She bucks against him wildly, moaning louder than she ever thought possible, incapable of words. "You're fucking incredible, Katniss, I -"
"Stop talking," she gasps out, angling her hips up, whimpering as he sinks into her even further. "Just - fuck me, Peeta."
His eyes grow darker and he braces his arms on either side of her head, thrusting into her so hard and fast and deep that it's almost - but not quite - painful. He wipes his mouth roughly against his arm and then kisses her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, sucking her bottom lip into his. The taste of her own blood mingled with Peeta's saliva is incredibly strange, but Katniss pushes the thought from her mind, kissing back fiercely, wrapping her legs around his back to bring him in deeper.
She's dizzy, delirious with pleasure. He bends his head to her neck again and takes a long, hard suck before moving his mouth up to her ear. "Do you want to come for me?" he whispers.
"Yes," she cries, practically begging, her body racing perilously close to the edge.
"You sure? I could do this forever. We could stay here for hours, my cock inside you…"
She moans and digs her nails into his back so hard she thinks she might draw blood. "No - no, make me come, please."
An intense looks comes over his face as he thrusts into her. It's not long before she falls to pieces, her body shaking violently around him, and he makes a strangled noise into her shoulder as he comes. They lay together for long, silent minutes, as Katniss finds her breath and Peeta finds his senses.
Finally Peeta rolls off of her, pressing himself up against her side, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I feel so good right now," he mumbles against her neck. His tongue darts out for one more taste of her blood, and she suddenly realizes why she's so lightheaded. She's bleeding.
She pushes him away from her neck, pressing her palm against the wound, heart racing. "I need a - a Band Aid," she says, stumbling over the words.
"No, no." Peeta smiles and smoothes a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. "Look." His fangs pop out and he presses his index finger to the tip until it draws blood, then rubs his finger against the bite marks.
Katniss gasps - she can feel the holes closing up, healing. She runs her fingers down her neck, probing for a dent, a scar, anything, but there's only smooth, whole skin. "That's amazing," she whispers.
"You're amazing." Peeta's grin is goofy and infectious, and Katniss laughs until he moves over her again, pressing his mouth to hers in a slow, sensuous kiss. She sinks into the pillows, boneless, exhausted.
"Where'd you learn to talk like that," she says, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"Mmm…you don't really want to know," he smirks, falling to her side. He runs his fingers down her arm gently. "You should get some rest."
She doesn't have it in her to argue. Katniss closes her eyes and drifts to sleep.
Katniss wakes to an empty bed, sunlight peeking through the window shades, and it takes her longer than it should to realize that the sun that woke her is the reason she woke up alone.
She retrieves her underwear from the floor and slips back into her pants, frowning as she remembers what Peeta had done to her shirt. She finds a soft blue t-shirt in the bedroom dresser and pulls it over her head before padding down the hallway to the kitchen.
The sugar mess from last night is all cleaned up and there's a plate of sticky buns on the counter by the stovetop, a sheet of paper lying folded next to it. A smile creeps across her face as she reads:
I never got to ask you if you took sugar for your tea…but even if you don't, everyone loves sticky buns. See you at sundown?
Peeta
Her stomach flutters as she bites into a bun, humming appreciatively as she realizes it's still warm inside. Oh, she'll definitely see him at sundown.
Part 3
Science vs. Romance, 2/3
katniss/peeta. nc-17, au: thg meets true blood. Katniss Everdeen is twenty-two years old, slinging burgers and beer at Hawthorne's Bar and Grill the day the vampires come out of the coffin.
"Kitty, you look like death warmed over," Finnick says bluntly, handing Katniss a platter of chicken tenders and fries. "What did you get up to last night?"
"Fuck you," she mutters, spinning away with the order. Finnick whoops in glee.
"I love it when you talk dirty, girl!" he calls after her. Another voice floats into her head, I'd love to hear that bitch talk dirty to me, and she shoots a disgusted look at the sweaty man at the bar who'd thought it.
The thing is, Finnick is right - she's running on two, maybe three hours of sleep, and even though it's a slow weekday lunch shift, she's on the verge of locking herself in Gale's office and collapsing onto the couch for a nap. And it's all Peeta's fault, she thinks darkly.
The first thing Katniss had done when she'd arrived home the night before was run upstairs, jump into the shower, and touch herself until she came, imagining Peeta's pale hands on her body the entire time. She hadn't realized how turned on she was until she was halfway home, and she'd sped there as quickly as possible, desperate to release the tension building between her thighs. It was a miracle one of the deputies on the night shift hadn't caught her speeding.
In bed she'd tried to sleep, but the dull ache in her core wouldn't go away, and she'd brought herself to another climax just as the first rays of the sun had broken over the horizon. Once she managed to drift off she'd even had a dream about Peeta, the two of them naked and tangled together, and she'd woken up panting and horny again.
She's never reacted this way to a guy - not Gale, not anyone - in her entire life. It's obvious that Peeta has used some kind of vampire magic on her.
Katniss forces herself to slog through the rest of the afternoon, sniping at Finnick and pretty much anyone else who crosses her path. Five minutes before her shift is up Gale calls her into the back office.
"What the hell is going on, Katniss?" he demands. "You're even surlier than usual."
"I'm tired," she snaps. "Can I go? My shift is over."
"No." Gale folds his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at her. Yeah right. This must have something to do with Mellark.
"It has nothing to do with Peeta," she groans, rolling her eyes. She pauses when she sees Gale's shocked expression. He knows about her secret, but they try not to talk about it - and she definitely doesn't acknowledge the stray thoughts that seep from his mind into hers on occasion. "Oh…you didn't say that out loud, did you."
"No," he mutters, looking angry. "But I don't believe you, anyway."
"How do you even know I was with him last night?" she demands. "Are you spying on me?"
Gale snorts. "Spying on you? Get over yourself. I saw you leave together after we closed up. I live here, Katniss."
Katniss flushes. She hadn't really thought about the fact that Gale's trailer behind the restaurant had a clear view of the parking lot out front. "Well, whatever. It's none of your business anyway."
"It sure as hell is my business if he's comin' out here and pickin' you up in my parking lot in the middle of the night," Gale says tightly. His frown softens. "I care about you, Catnip. I know that Peeta seems like this harmless guy from high school, but…he's different now. You have to be careful."
Katniss sighs. "Look. I appreciate your concern. I really do. But Peeta…it's nothing. He was bored, and so I hung out with him for a little bit, and then I went home."
"Yeah, alright." Gale looks unconvinced, but he waves a hand towards the door. "You can go."
But Katniss does hang out with Peeta again, two nights later, when she runs into him at the grocery store.
"Hey Katniss." Peeta stops beside her in front of the frozen pizzas, a case of TruBlood in his arms. He looks sheepish. "How's it going?"
"Fine," she says shortly, keeping her eyes steadily focused on the stacks of pizza boxes.
He edges closer and lowers his voice. "Look, I wanted to apologize about the other night -"
"What did you do to me?" she interrupts in a harsh whisper.
Peeta frowns, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
She glances around to make sure no one's in earshot. "I mean what kind of weird vampire spell did you put on me that night?"
Peeta shakes his head, his eyes wide. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Katniss scoffs. "Yeah right." She slams the freezer door shut and stalks away, about as quickly as one can stalk away with an unwieldy grocery store cart before them.
Peeta catches up with her in the parking lot as she's unloading her bags into the trunk of her car. "Katniss. Please, listen to me."
"Why? So you can…can glamour me?" she asks. "Is that what it's called?" The PSAs about glamouring had popped up all over the radio and tv a few weeks after the Great Revelation; make eye contact with a vampire, and they could hypnotize you into doing anything they wanted.
"No," he says emphatically. "I mean, yes, that's what it's called. But I would never do that to you."
"Why not? You'd do it to someone else, right?" He doesn't answer, just stares at her, jaw clenched. "What makes me so special?"
His eyes never leave hers. "Because with you, I want it to be real."
Her mouth moves soundlessly, grasping for words, but she's saved by the buzz of her cell phone. She pulls it from her pocket quickly, grateful for an excuse to turn away. "Shit," she mutters, reading the screen.
"What?"
"Prim says the power's out again," Katniss says miserably, slumping against the side of the car. "We've got to get the whole damn house rewired, but we don't have the cash right now…I just bought all this food."
"You could bring it over to the bakery," Peeta suggests quietly. "I've got a walk-in and a back-up generator just in case."
Katniss bites her lip, thinking. She doesn't want $50 worth of meat and milk and cheese to go to waste. And something about Peeta's admission - how his voice had dropped when he'd said the word real - had pacified her suspicion towards him.
"Okay," she says finally. His face lights up.
It doesn't take long to drop her grocery bags in the walk-in freezer, and Katniss shuffles her feet awkwardly as Peeta shuts off the lights and closes the door.
"You want to come up for a drink or something?" he says casually, leaning against the metal door.
A voice in the back of her mind is screaming no, but curiosity - and whatever inexplicable force that continues to draw her towards him - wins out. She's never seen a vampire's home before, after all. "Okay." She follows him up the stairs in the back, to the second-floor apartment over the bakery. "Do you actually have anything I can drink?"
"I've got tea, wine, water…" He glances back and smiles at her questioning look. "I can't drink any of it, but I keep it for guests."
She can't imagine Peeta having many guests over in Bon Temps, but she nods anyway. "Makes sense."
Katniss chooses tea, and they sit at the kitchen table as they wait for the water in the kettle to boil. "So…" Peeta drums his fingers on the tabletop. "What made you think I glamoured you?"
She blushes, picking at her fingernails. "I don't know," she says vaguely. "It was nothing."
"It must have been something," he presses, a glint in his eye. "You were really pissed."
"You were just in a dream I had," she says quickly. "That's all."
Peeta remains quiet, looking at her thoughtfully, until the tea kettle whistles a few moments later. "Must've been some dream," he remarks, standing up to shut off the stovetop.
Katniss watches him as he pours the water into a mug, staring at the muscles flexing slightly in his arms as he reaches up into one of the cabinets. I want it to be real. She can't get his words out of her head.
Almost without thinking, she leaves her seat, moving to stand just behind him.
He pulls a metal canister from the cabinet and turns his head to look down at her. "Do you take sug -"
Katniss rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against his, stilling his words. The canister drops to the countertop with a clatter, sugar spilling out onto the floor, sparkling like diamonds in the dim light.
Peeta ignores the mess and responds immediately, enthusiastically, wrapping his arms all the way around her and lifting her up onto the counter. She folds her legs around his middle and runs her hands through his soft blonde hair, moaning as he nips at her bottom lip.
Katniss claws desperately at his thin black t-shirt, eager to feel his skin, and Peeta pulls back for just a second to pull the shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. Her fingers fumble at the buttons on her own shirt and he pushes them away roughly, ripping the shirt open like it's tissue paper. "Sorry," he mutters. She laughs - he doesn't sound sorry at all.
She feels Peeta's chest rumble in approval at the sight of her breasts, and she lets her head fall back with a gasp as he pulls the straps of her bra down off of her shoulders and takes a nipple into his mouth. "Peeta," she groans, rocking her hips against him. "I don't…what are we doing…"
He drags his lips from her chest up to her neck and then her own lips, kissing her deeply, brushing his tongue against hers. He stops and draws back, staring at her with an intensity that steals her breath away. "Bed?" is all he says.
She nods immediately, and before she can even process what's happening, she's scooped up in his arms and then suddenly lying on soft, comfortable sheets. Must be the super speed, she thinks fleetingly before Peeta's on top of her, grinding his hips against her. "God you're beautiful," he murmurs, his mouth dragging along the dip between her breasts as he reaches beneath her to pull off her bra.
Katniss can barely think, the feel of his body against her own so overwhelming, and before long they're both naked, and trembling with desire. Peeta's hard length is pressed up against her, rubbing against the warm, wet place between her legs, and he captures her mouth in a deep kiss, shifting himself over her, positioning himself at her entrance.
"I haven't, um, done this in a long time," she says, breaking away from the kiss.
"How long?" he asks, but he presses sloppy kisses along her jaw, seeming far more interested in the taste and touch of her skin than the details of her sexual history.
"Years," she admits. Five, to be exact. She'd had sex with Gale twice, both times a disaster. The physical connection had been so intense that there was no hope of blocking his thoughts from her mind - and Gale's thoughts, at the height of his adoration, had terrified her.
Here, now, with Peeta, there's no such worry. The only sounds are the creak of the bedsprings, their bodies shifting against the sheets, her ragged breath, the low rumble of desire in his throat. For the first time she can feel instead of think.
"I don't care," he says, burying his face between her breasts, nuzzling his nose against her. He looks up to meet her eyes, and smiles. "It makes this even hotter, maybe."
His hand slides down between her legs and he rubs his fingers against her folds, making her gasp. "You're so wet," he tells her, voice low, eyes dark. "Are you ready for me?"
She nods, and he presses his cock up against her center, the tip entering just slightly. "You sure?" he teases, leaning his head down to take her nipple between his teeth. He swirls his tongue around the hard bud and she whimpers.
"I'm sure."
Peeta drives all the way into her, filling her so deeply she thinks she might come right there and then. Her back arches up off the bed, hips rising to meet his steady thrusts. "Oh my god," she cries out, overwhelmed by how good it feels. This is nothing like five years ago. This explains why people love sex so goddamn much.
"Is this what you dreamt about?" he asks, punctuating the words with the roll of his hips. "Did you dream about me fucking you?"
"Yes," she gasps, nodding desperately. "I did, you were fucking me - oh god -"
Peeta grasps her thigh in his left hand and hitches her leg over his shoulder, grinding his hips into her at just the right angle so his pelvis catches her clit with every thrust. She turns her head to moan into the pillow beneath her, but Peeta pulls gently at her hair, tugging her head back to face him. "Don't. I want to hear you when I make you come."
His words send a powerful jolt of desire racing through her and Katniss starts to pump her own hips up into his with abandon, her breasts bouncing in time with the rhythm. He bends his head and sucks her nipple into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She rakes her nails down his back, loving the feel of his muscles as they contract under her touch, before sliding her hands up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place against her breasts.
Eventually Peeta slows down, moving his cock in and out of her in a teasingly slow pace. She can feel every inch of him as he moves, the wait agonizing as he pulls almost all the way out. She makes a whining noise as she pushes her hips up towards his impatiently, trying to bring him back in, but he holds her down, his hands firm on her hipbones. "Just wait," he whispers into her ear.
Peeta moves his mouth back up to her neck, pressing wet, slow, open-mouthed kisses against her, gently tugging her earlobe between his teeth before licking his way down to her collarbone. He tilts his head, and she feels suddenly, acutely, the sharp scrape of his teeth across her pulse point. His fangs. She tenses, digging her fingers into his back.
"Katniss..." he breathes into her skin. "Can I?"
It's contrary to every instinct she's ever had.
But she wants it.
She tilts her head back, and moans as his teeth pierce the tender skin of her neck. She can feel the hot blood - her blood - trickle down her neck, running over the curve of her shoulder and down onto the pillow. Peeta sucks at her skin greedily, his tongue laving over the tiny wound, and without warning he drives his cock back into her hard. Katniss makes a noise she didn't even know she was capable of.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he growls, reaching his hand down to rub her clit. She bucks against him wildly, moaning louder than she ever thought possible, incapable of words. "You're fucking incredible, Katniss, I -"
"Stop talking," she gasps out, angling her hips up, whimpering as he sinks into her even further. "Just - fuck me, Peeta."
His eyes grow darker and he braces his arms on either side of her head, thrusting into her so hard and fast and deep that it's almost - but not quite - painful. He wipes his mouth roughly against his arm and then kisses her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, sucking her bottom lip into his. The taste of her own blood mingled with Peeta's saliva is incredibly strange, but Katniss pushes the thought from her mind, kissing back fiercely, wrapping her legs around his back to bring him in deeper.
She's dizzy, delirious with pleasure. He bends his head to her neck again and takes a long, hard suck before moving his mouth up to her ear. "Do you want to come for me?" he whispers.
"Yes," she cries, practically begging, her body racing perilously close to the edge.
"You sure? I could do this forever. We could stay here for hours, my cock inside you…"
She moans and digs her nails into his back so hard she thinks she might draw blood. "No - no, make me come, please."
An intense looks comes over his face as he thrusts into her. It's not long before she falls to pieces, her body shaking violently around him, and he makes a strangled noise into her shoulder as he comes. They lay together for long, silent minutes, as Katniss finds her breath and Peeta finds his senses.
Finally Peeta rolls off of her, pressing himself up against her side, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I feel so good right now," he mumbles against her neck. His tongue darts out for one more taste of her blood, and she suddenly realizes why she's so lightheaded. She's bleeding.
She pushes him away from her neck, pressing her palm against the wound, heart racing. "I need a - a Band Aid," she says, stumbling over the words.
"No, no." Peeta smiles and smoothes a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. "Look." His fangs pop out and he presses his index finger to the tip until it draws blood, then rubs his finger against the bite marks.
Katniss gasps - she can feel the holes closing up, healing. She runs her fingers down her neck, probing for a dent, a scar, anything, but there's only smooth, whole skin. "That's amazing," she whispers.
"You're amazing." Peeta's grin is goofy and infectious, and Katniss laughs until he moves over her again, pressing his mouth to hers in a slow, sensuous kiss. She sinks into the pillows, boneless, exhausted.
"Where'd you learn to talk like that," she says, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
"Mmm…you don't really want to know," he smirks, falling to her side. He runs his fingers down her arm gently. "You should get some rest."
She doesn't have it in her to argue. Katniss closes her eyes and drifts to sleep.
Katniss wakes to an empty bed, sunlight peeking through the window shades, and it takes her longer than it should to realize that the sun that woke her is the reason she woke up alone.
She retrieves her underwear from the floor and slips back into her pants, frowning as she remembers what Peeta had done to her shirt. She finds a soft blue t-shirt in the bedroom dresser and pulls it over her head before padding down the hallway to the kitchen.
The sugar mess from last night is all cleaned up and there's a plate of sticky buns on the counter by the stovetop, a sheet of paper lying folded next to it. A smile creeps across her face as she reads:
I never got to ask you if you took sugar for your tea…but even if you don't, everyone loves sticky buns. See you at sundown?
Peeta
Her stomach flutters as she bites into a bun, humming appreciatively as she realizes it's still warm inside. Oh, she'll definitely see him at sundown.
Part 3