I'm coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta hesitates, and then gives an unconvincing shake of his head.
“Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?" says Caesar.
Peeta sighs. "Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping."
“She have another fellow?" asks Caesar.
“I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her," says Peeta.
“So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?" says Caesar.
“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning...won’t help in my case," says Peeta.
“Why ever not?" says Caesar, mystified.
Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "Because...because...she came here with me.”
I immediately felt blood rushing to my face, and my heart pounding…but not with anger…instead I felt a very strong desire and urge…in a place other than my heart…and I could not control it. Later that night I found myself on the roof walking toward Peeta, and I could feel the rush of blood warming my entire body again. Deep breaths—I told myself. “Hey Peeta” I attempt to say in a suggestive way, but fail completely. Still, he looks at me with those beautiful, blue eyes, and replies “Hey Katniss.” Oh god, the way he says my name…I feel the rush of blood again, but how to approach him? “Look at the city from here,” he pats down on roof, inviting me to sit next to him, “it’s really incredible.” I move in slowly, so I don’t make a fool of myself and sit down next to him. “Yeah. Incredible.” I say under my breath. “It’s amazing how the buildings…” God, look at his lips, he could be talking about anything in the world but it wouldn’t even matter, as long as I had the excuse to look at his lips. Oh, how I want to touch them, kiss them, feel them all over…exploring my body…and…”Katniss? You ok?” Peeta says as he looks at my with confusion. I come out of my fantasy and back to reality. “Huh? Oh yeah. Just tired, I guess” “Oh,” he says, “in that case, maybe we should be getting to bed, big day tomorrow.” Peeta stands up next to me.
Oh god. Blood rush again. He is right in front of my face. His body, right in front of my face.
“You going to stay out here or go to bed?” He asks as I’m quivering and trying to remember to take deep breaths again.
“Oh jeez,” he kneels down to me, “you must be freezing, you’re trembling, here take my jacket.”
Oh god. He’s taking off his jacket. Oh, his arms…so big and muscle-y.
He puts his jacket around me and before he has the chance to get up again, I grab his arm.
“P-please d-don’t go yet” I stutter, but it’s not from the cold. In fact, I’ve never felt this warm in my entire life.
“Okay” he says in a soft voice.
He sits back down and gestures for me to rest my head against his chest, which I immediately do.
He laughs a little. “What?” I ask. “Nothing, nothing,” He says, “just…your hair…it smells like roses.”
“And that’s funny?” I ask in a confused tone. “No, not at all. It’s just nice, real nice. I like it.” He replies sweetly.
With my head on his chest, I can smell him as well…a hint of roses, but also masculine and warm. Even warmer the lower my head moves down his chest, resting on his stomach now. I can’t help but to notice the bulge below his waist…not far away now.
I’m thinking of all the things I would love to do to him when suddenly he clears his throat, “Ahem…Katniss, I really think we…I mean…I really think I…should be getting to bed now” he says.
I turn my head to look at him, allowing my head to fall back and onto his lap. I look into his sweet and innocent eyes, “you want to sleep alone?”
He knows what I want now.
“Katniss,” he says “we can’t, we shouldn’t…the games are tomorrow, we could lose each other and never see each other again. Imagine how we would feel if that were to happen and if we were to become closer than we already are. I wouldn’t be able to handle that. How do you think---“ I shut him up with a kiss.
It felt right and perfect and amazing. I held it for as long as I could before he broke away from it and stood up.
“Peeta?” Oh my god, I have never wanted anything more in my entire life! “Please, don’t go?” I beg.
I have never seen him look more innocent than he does now. “Katniss…I…I…can’t. I’m sorry.” He says.
I come to the realization that nothing is going to happen, so I stand up, hand him his jacket and go to bed.
How the fuck am I supposed to sleep now?
Tossing and turning in bed…practically asleep, and it seems that finally my urges are beginning to go away. Not go away necessarily…but more as if they’re being fulfilled. Oh god. Oh god. Ohh godd.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” Peeta declares as he brings his head out from underneath the sheets and is looking into my eyed.
“Oh Peeta!” I instantly wrap my arms around him and drive my lips into his, until he pulls away.
“Wha--?” I stammer. “My lips have somewhere else to be right now” he says.
Well, I’m not going to argue with that-----Ohh god. “OH MY GOD. OHH PEETA! FUCK!” I yell as I feel his tongue exploring the inside of me, his lips caressing my ‘lips,’ juices pouring out and.. “OH SHIT. PEETA…I’M GONNA…” then he stops. “What?! Noo no no…get back down there, you can’t do that to me Peeta, that’s torture!” I cry.
He just smirks.
“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” He says just before he begins kisses me, then he begins kissing my neck, and keeps making his way lower and lower until he’s back to where he was before. Gently kissing my ‘lips’ and massaging my inner thighs---he wants me to beg, and I can’t help it.
“Please! Peeta, please? I want you, I need you.” I plead and cry.
Now he really wants to torture me.
“How badly do you want me Katniss?” he asks. “I need you, please Peeta!” I respond. “Prove it” he says.
I can very obviously see what he means now. The bulge underneath his waist is now massive and throbbing for attention. I’m about to go for it when I realize I can use this for my own advantage.
“Well Peeta, from the looks of it…seems like you want me badly. But *yawn* I don’t know, maybe I will just go to sleep. After all, we do have a big day tomorr---“ I’m interrupted by the shock and insertion of his big, strong hands.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT” is all I can say as he moves his fingers in and out of me…so big…so strong.
In return to the pleasure, I grab his warm, thick, throbbing member. He moans, “Oh Katniss.”
“Oh Peeta,” I moan.
The bedroom is now filled with complete ecstasy as we pleasure each other with our hands.
But I want more, and I can feel he does too.
We start kissing again. Ohhh I love how he feels, and tastes so good…though it does make me wonder how other things taste. He must be able to tell I’m pondering things because he stops kissing me.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
I chuckle and begin kissing his neck, then chest, then waistline. He moans in ecstasy as I take him in my mouth. God he is so big! But I can tell how much he is loving it, so I continue…though not quite sure just how much more my jaw can handle.
“Ohh Katniss,” he moans again, “Ohh shit.”
I continue taking all of him in until he stops me.
“What, what’s wrong?” I ask in confusion.
“Haha, nothing is wrong, believe me. I just want to finish…together.” He says with a smile.
“Ohh Peeta,” I say as I give him a great big kiss.
On top of me now and looking me directly in the eyes, my body is on fire with desire.
“You ready?” he asks. “Absolutely,” I respond.
Just as he is about to enter me I hear “Up! Up! Up!”
I am so confused now. Then, again I hear “Up! Up! Up!”
Effie.
“Up! Up! Up! Big day today, lots to do!” she says.
She turns on the lights in my room and I awake from my dream.