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7th Game [action/voice]

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[The bakery is a mess. She never meant for it to end up that way. It just sort of happened. Flour covering hair and body, the smell of something burning from the kitchen, flecks of pink frosting teasing her cheeks. Peeta's normally presentable window displays are less than ideal; a poor attempt at recreating the alluring cakes that always caught her attention back in District Twelve. The frosting's melted from the summer heat on one that's sat out since Friday. Another is poorly covered with a grey color -- an attempt at mixing food dyes gone horribly wrong.

Ingredients for various baked goods have somehow escaped the kitchen, piled up on the counters, half covering the note cards Peeta had left for her. Cookbooks borrowed from the library lie open elsewhere, pages now far from pristine. Half baked pretzels stock the shelves along with burnt chocolate chip cookies. Deformed cheese breads and crumbled brownie bites still in their trays sit nearby. Even Buttercup, easily pleased by any free food, ignores the easy pickings.

She tried. She had tried so hard. Peeta had left her recipes. Had tried to teach her how to bake on lazy days when she was more content to spend time with him in the bakery than go about her own thing. It seems that every lesson has been forgotten. Any skill she might have had in the kitchen, utterly gone.

The rain pours outside as she plucks at the rock hard shortbread cookies she's recently retrieved from the oven, trying her best to peel them from the tray. It's a halfhearted effort as she leans her head against her hand and stares out the window. She'd rather be hunting. But it's been raining ever since Peeta left for his mission, raining so hard, all she's been able to do is check a couple of the traps in the river behind their house. And she had promised, hadn't she? Promised she'd look after the bakery?

Look how miserably she failed, the worry making it hard to breathe, harder to concentrate. Shouldn't he be back by now? Shouldn't he?

Every few minutes, she checks the journal for signs of life. Ignores Buttercup begging for real food. Glances at the door to see if Peeta's finally return. No luck. No luck at all. He's supposed to be back today. Why isn't he back yet?]

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Why do you bother? [The words aren't meant to be recorded in the journal, but they are, anyway. It barely processes to Katniss that she's left it laying open, close enough to pick up any mutterings.] Going on these missions? Being a piece in their games?

It's stupid. This is all stupid.

[ooc: timed to after mission is over, when people start arriving home. but if you want to tag during -- feel free to have katniss in the bakery making a mess from friday on!

also, edit for warning of sexual content in the Peeta thread.]

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[A relieved smile. Not too relieved, since watching her gasp and squirm makes him even harder. He is not going to touch himself in front of her. That just feels selfish, somehow. He needs to reach for a condom, but if this feels so good for her, he shouldn't stop, right? He keeps stroking her, his other hand venturing up from her thigh and over her stomach to circle one breast, as though he's painting her with his hands. Lightly, but perhaps not lightly enough, he pinches her nipple, curious.]

[She keeps watching him, eyes dancing all over the place. It's as if she's racing to memorize everything at once: the hand between her legs, the fingers stroking the rest of her body, the blueness of his eyes, and yes, even the rest of his body. She can't hold her head still, she feels as if she can't hold still at all. Like she's about to explode any moment.

Katniss is pretty certain she nearly does when he pinches her. She jerks upward and stutters out his name, mind and body reeling from sensation. That wetness building between her legs feels even more real now. Everything feels more real now. As if she's on an edge and about to fall off. But she doesn't want to fall alone.]

I want you in me. [She leans up to cup his face, kissing him long and hard. It's as much an attempt to cover up the words she just spoke as it is to try and ease the sensations. It doesn't work. Not like she wants it to.] Please, Peeta? Please?

[He doesn't have to be told twice. He peels away from the kiss and snatches the pack of condoms, rips one away from the rest, and frantically opens the package, dropping it once in the meantime. Getting the damn thing on feels a little weird, and he spends a moment deciding if he did it right. With a deep breath, he settles between her legs, grasping himself and making sure he's pointed in the right direction. He captures her lips once again.]

Now?

Now.

[The word is nearly inaudible, spoken against his lips. Putting any unnecessary distance between their bodies right now would be a horrible thought. Her arms are wrapped tightly around his back, fingers of one hand playing with his feathers. Even if watching him fumble with the condom had brought a new rush of nerves, they're quickly forgotten as soon as he's above her, as soon as he's between her bent legs. She can feel him there, at her center, poised and waiting for her confirmation.

She crushes her lips to his without waiting. Now. Real. Real, real, real. A moment just for them.]

Just tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?

[He moves his hips forward. As soon as he's partway inside, his hands bury themselves in her hair, and he kisses her, pausing, buried only to the head. He's shaking, shaking from anticipation and from fear and from how oh so amazing this feels and the sheer act of self-control it is to pause and make sure she's okay. She's never done this either, isn't it supposed to hurt for girls the first time? He wants, wants, wants to keep going, to be surrounded by Katniss Everdeen, to be inside her and to be hers.]

Are...are you hurt?

[She's prepared for that. Remembers the lectures, how she's heard that it's supposed to hurt the first time. That there are exceptions but that it usually hurts.

Of course, most girls in Panem haven't been in the Hunger Games. Even less have been in it twice. And so very few have sustained the level of injury Katniss has had to her body.

Holding her breath, she's so prepared for the pain. But none comes, nothing past a mild discomfort. A strange weight inside of her.

Peeta Mellark's inside of her. It's not a day she ever thought she'd see.]

No. [She smiles at him, kisses him - his lips and his chin and every corner of his mouth.] It's okay. I'm okay.

[A rushed sigh of relief. The feel of her, every little movement she makes, every twitch...it's astonishing how much of her he can feel already. Confidence building, he inches forward slowly, planting little kisses all over her mouth. He remembers he has hands, but they're tangled in her hair and don't want to let go. His hips jerk suddenly at the end, and he tenses, still shaking, fully seated inside her.]

Sorry! Are you okay?

[His face is flushed, and he feels the sweat trickling between his shoulder blades, but he holds her tight against him, as fully one with her as it is possible to be. His lips seek out her throat.]

[There are so many conflicting sensations within her. His lips on her mouth, his hands buried in the strands of her hair, the warmth of him enveloping her body, now both outside and in. So much to feel and savor all at once. And the hunger, a hunger she doubts she'll ever properly understand, still building and building. She's starting to wonder if it'll ever be sated.

When the kisses break, she's able to meet his eyes. Her own gray ones radiate amazement and, even though she doesn't quite realize it, love.

This time, she nods in response to his question. She's okay. Maybe she's even more than okay. Her eyes close when he finds new skin to kiss and she makes a small happy sound in the back of her throat.

But it doesn't keep a new round of worries from cropping up in her head. All this time, he's been asking about her. Pleasuring her. And she's just been selfish. Like always. Eyes open quickly.]

You? Are you okay?

Yeah. [He's breathless, but the shaking is starting to abate. His lips part in a smile as he meets her eyes, as deeply in wonder as she is.] Better than ever.

[He kisses her again, fingers curling in her hair. He tries pulling out a little, then sliding back in. It's a rather stunted motion, considering his position, and more than a little experimental, but oh.]

Me too.

[Is she supposed to move, too? She's not sure. Not sure what to do now that he's inside of her. They don't just lay here forever. That much she knows. Maybe she should move. Be more participatory. She's not feeling as sore anymore, adjusting to his girth.

As he moves back within her, she tries to lift her hips towards him. It's not so hard to use her legs for leverage even as it forces her to push her splayed wings harder on the bed. And that hurts a little, but not so much that it makes her stop.]

[Another, slightly less experimental thrust.] Is this okay? Are you comfortable? [Because she doesn't look comfortable. And he's really not sure how long he's going to last, at this point. He can't come before she even starts feeling good. His hands finally leave her hair and trail over her wings. She seemed to like that, before.]

Yeah. I - oh! [There. That. The combination of his hands on her wings and the friction created by each thrust almost threatens to undo her. Her hands still on his back as she the pleasure nearly overwhelms. She raises her hips a fraction of a second after he begins to thrust, determined to participate. Her nipples rub against his chest as she moves. She bites back another gasp, her breath coming out in heavy pants.

It frightens her, the feeling of climax on the horizon. Makes it hard to let go, hard to allow herself this bliss. Her grip in his hair tightens. So close. So afraid.]

Please, Peeta. [Katniss isn't certain what she's begging for, but the words tumble out.] Please don't let go of me.

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I won't. [Whatever it is she's asking for, she'll have it. He kisses her again, feeling her fire all over his skin as if heat is something he can hold with his hands. His hips roll with more ease, but the rhythm is turning sporadic, frantic, uneven. He's going to lose it any second now. Desperate, one hand leaves her wing and slips between their bodies, down where they are joined, to caress that little nub that gave her so much pleasure before.]

Katniss. Katniss. Oh--oh!

[Then he's suddenly gripping both her shoulders hard, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as everything building up in his body tumbles over the edge and soars through the air.]

[In the moments before he speaks her name, she's whispering his. Again and again, like a prayer or a mantra.] Peeta. Peeta, Peeta, Peeta. [She breaks the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deep and wrapping arms around his neck tightly. Holding on for dear life as their sweat slicked bodies continue to move. As his hands torment her body, finding that nub again and teasing her wing and making her feel and feel and feel.

It's too much. Too much and she's so afraid but it feels so, so good. Better than she'd imagine anything ever feeling. And the hunger. The hunger's rising, roaring, making her buck her hips against his, clinging even tighter to his neck. And then it crescendos and she's only vaguely aware of Peeta calling her name as well, lost in the climax of it all. The hunger, finally sated.]

[He can feel her tensing and pulsing around him, and once he comes down, he realizes it means she must have climaxed as well. Gasping into her neck, he gives himself a couple of seconds to center, then releases her shoulders and pulls out of her. The condom is quickly discarded into the little trash can beside the bed. His heart is racing and his breath still hasn't caught up with him, but he wastes no time before rolling off her to one side and wrapping his arms around her. Her face is flushed and glowing, her hair in a tangle. Before he can dwell too much on the fact that he did that to her, he leans in to kiss her deeply, to kiss Katniss in such an extraordinarily beautiful state. Everything is warm and perfect and as it should be, and he may decide that this moment was even better than the one before it.]

[She feels almost empty when he pulls out. That realization comes as something as a shock to her. It's completely unexpected. Completely.

She watches him with wide eyes, quiet and a little bit frightful. Her own heart is still beating quickly, her breath leaving parted lips in a rhythm not quiet even yet. But all that's ignored as Katniss is unable to focus on anyone else but him. She's relieved when he turns to face her again, when he takes her into his arms. She smiles at him, a smile that's not quite loss when he kisses her.

This kiss isn't as desperate. It feels more gleeful, more peaceful. And it's wonderful. Her hands cup his face as she kisses him, tangling a leg between his own in order to not lose the closeness from before.]

[Yes, this is his favorite moment of all. It might, in fact, be the most perfect moment of his life so far, to be so tangled up in Katniss Everdeen as if every molecule of him is shared with her. He rests his cheek against hers, grinning like a maniac.]

Hi.

Edited 2012-08-22 17:11 (UTC)

[Even after everything they've just shared, she feels unusually shy when he pulls from the kiss to smile at her. Even if she had just been smiling brightly at him minutes ago. But their bodies weren't entwined then. There had been no speaking.

Her cheeks are red when she dares to steal another peek at his smile.] Hi.

[He chuckles softly and snuggles closer, holding her tight.]

That was amazing.

[He has no point of comparison, but still. It's Katniss. It couldn't not be amazing.]

[Amazing. It was amazing, wasn't it? Unlike anything she's ever experienced before. And maybe, hopefully, something she'll get to experience again.

With him. Only with him.

But that doesn't quite quell all the nerves. She's never done this before. Never really thought much about how it would go.] It was?

Well...you were amazing. [He tucks a stray strand of damp hair behind her ear, suddenly worried.] Didn't you like it?

I did. [Her cheeks are flaming again, aren't they? But this topic... it's still so, so personal. Her glances up at him again and nods.] You were...

[Good. Giving. Perfect. Everything she isn't.]

...amazing. I should've done more.

[A soft chuckle again.] It's okay. Maybe next time. And...I liked taking care of you.

[He feels like his bones are all melting into goo, and he will seep into the mattress. He already feels like he's sinking in further and further, as every muscle in his body relaxes.]

[Next time. They still have four more condoms, don't they? And there are more in the store when they run out.

Next time.

She grins softly and places a small kiss against his shoulder bone. Next time.]

Peeta? [She murmurs his name sleepily, snuggling against him.] It's real. All of this? It's real.

Yeah? [His cheeks hurt now. One hand trails lazily up and down her side.] I love you.

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