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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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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.

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[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.

[She sighs in contentment. Can they just stay here like this forever? Forget all about games or treaties or missions. Just stay here, safe and sound in each other's arms.

And then, almost completely inaudible:]

Love you, too.

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[That wakes him up. He was too close not to hear her. His eyes widen and he pulls away slightly to look her in the eye in breathless hope.]

Really?

[She'd pick the one she couldn't survive without.

It's clear who that is, isn't it? Even if she hadn't meant to say the words aloud, even if she's not a hundred percent certain that she knows what love is, she does know that. The person she couldn't survive without. And it has nothing to do with extending her longevity. Nothing at all.]

Yeah. [She can't look away. She wants to, but she can't.] I think so.

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[He doesn't answer this time. Instead, he wraps her up tightly in his arms and tangles his legs with hers, his cheek resting against her hair.

He'll take it.]

[It's easy to fall asleep in his arms even without covers or clothing cladding their bodies. Peeta has a warmth all of his own, one better than any blanket could be. And when he doesn't ask anymore questions, she feels content that there is no more that needs to be said tonight.

There are no nightmares that night. No dreams of lost children or mutts. She sleeps soundly, head pillowed against Peeta's chest, on arm draped over his stomach. Exhausted and at peace for the first time since arriving in Luceti.]

[Waking up with Katniss wrapped around him is the most wonderful feeling. So wonderful, in fact, that he drifts right back off to sleep so he can do it again. His dreams are all pleasant and vague, nothing he can remember, just a feeling of peace when he wakes up for good.

Lazily, he thinks about making her breakfast. The trouble is, she's lying on his arm. If he shifts, he'll wake her up, and waking up Katniss when she looks like this is a crime. Besides, he has to spend every second possible watching her sleep. She looks, for once, completely content. There's no restlessness to her slumber, no fitful tossing. Just his girl, sleeping like an infant. Their legs are still tangled, and his hand is asleep, but he's not moving.]

[She normally excels at waking up early. Every morning as the sunlight begins to filter in to the room, she awakes, slips out of bed, and gets ready for her trek in the forest. Most of the time, Peeta's still asleep. She's quiet enough not to wake him. It saves her from any morning chitchat.

But this morning, she sleeps in. Even when the sunlight teases her eyes, she tries to hide her head. She nuzzles his chest in the process, one hand sleepily reaching out to tug his arm on to her head. Anything to block the sun. She doesn't want to awaken, not yet.]

[Smiling, he adjusts the blankets to shield her eyes from the sunlight. No waking his beautiful girl, sun. Not allowed.]

[She smiles to herself when the blankets are moved. The less sunlight to bother her, the longer she can pretend to still be asleep. That consciousness has not already begun to take over a sleepy state.]

Thank you.

[The words are mumbled, betraying her attempt at stealing a few more minutes of rest.]

[Ever so gently, he kisses her brow.]

Go back to sleep.

[The action earns another sleepy smile. She likes this, she's decided. Peeta kissing her for reasons that have nothing to do with games or nightmares.]

Why aren't you asleep?

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