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      Explicit
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      F/M
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      Hunger_Games_Series_-_All_Media_Types, Hunger_Games_Trilogy_-_Suzanne
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  Relationship:
      Katniss_Everdeen/Peeta_Mellark
  Character:
      Katniss_Everdeen, Peeta_Mellark
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Smut, Hand_Jobs, Kissing, Dry_Humping, Loss
      of_Virginity, Blow_Jobs, Woman_on_Top, Creampie
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Scenes_You_Always_Wanted_from_The_Hunger_Games_Trilogy
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      Published: 2016-04-26 Completed: 2016-05-06 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6302
****** A Soft Place to Land ******
by JuneJetson
Summary
     Peeta and Katniss share an intimate day on the rooftop of the
     training center before the Quarter Quell. Katniss lets go and gives
     Peeta everything he's ever imagined, especially the dirty stuff.
     ~wink~
***** A Soft Place to Land - Chapter 1 *****
TITLE: A Soft Place to Land
AUTHOR: JuneJetson
SUMMARY: Peeta and Katniss share an intimate day on the rooftop of the training
center before the Quarter Quell. Katniss lets go and gives Peeta everything
he's ever imagined, especially the dirty stuff. ~wink~
TAGS:Exhib, Fingering, H/C, Minor2, OC, WIP, Oral, HJ
DISCLAIMER:  I do not own The Hunger Games trilogy, nor the characters from it.
I do not make any money from the writing of this story. There is EXPLICIT
CONTENT in this story with language and situations suitable for ages 18 and up.
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CHAPTER 1 
 
There was no denying the reality of their current situation. This could be
either one, and potentially both, of their last days on earth. Katniss was
thankful that Peeta had not yet wanted to discuss the looming death and bloody
battle that darkened the corners of her consciousness. In the occasional bouts
of silence between them, she lay motionless against his chest, fighting hard to
quiet the racing thoughts of what the upcoming arena would hold.
 
As if sensing that she needed distracting, Peeta kept her in a steady flow of
conversation through the free day they had been given. They took this gift and
used it to revel in the bond they had formed over the last couple of weeks,
beginning with the truce they made the night of the reaping for the Quarter
Quell. From the moment they stepped out onto the roof of the training center,
Katniss had begun to slowly hush her inhibitions about growing closer to Peeta.
Instead of recoiling at any intimate gesture from him, she found herself
blushing at his touch and memorizing his laugh and the wrinkles by his eyes
when he was genuinely smiling.
 
Peeta ran with the opportunity to play out even a few hours of the romance he
had fantasized with her. She was kissing him of her own accord, not for the
Capitol, not for the audience, not for a parachute. The first few tentative
touches of her lips to his were almost awkward and felt different than the
others they had shared before. Even in the cold, damp cave, when she gave him
her kisses to save his life, she felt so far away. He always knew,
subconsciously, that there had not been a true emotional connection of any kind
in their lips.  Today, however, she seemed so present in each moment with him.
Even as they kissed passionately every now and then, Katniss had not flinched
in the direction of the cameras they knew had to be watching them. She was
making him feel truly alone with her.
 
They filled the morning and early afternoon with playful banter, question-and-
answer games and ignoring many things that were so obviously present in each of
their minds. The entire scene felt warmer, sunnier, happier when they blocked
out the painful circumstances that brought them together on that rooftop on
that day.  Katniss herself seemed brighter, glowing in the sunshine that beamed
down on them.
 
The warm breeze tousled the fine hairs that framed her face and Peeta smiled as
they tickled his lips. They sat on a fluffy blanket, dragged from the bed they
had shared the night before. He had been regularly sleeping in her bed, just as
comforted by her presence as she was by his. She laid against his chest,
insisting he wrap his arms around her. Her proximity felt familiar to him,
considering their long-standing sleeping arrangement. It wasn't the feeling of
her warm body on his that made this day feel so different. It was the closeness
to her out in the daylight, instead of in the seclusion of the late hours and
locked doors. He took a deep breath and inhaled her scent, closing his eyes and
taking in the aroma of her warm, sun-kissed curls. His fingers caressed her
forearm and she hummed softly and nuzzled her face into his neck.
 
"Peeta?" she whispered.
 
"Yes?" he whispered back, his nose still buried in her hair, and he kissed the
top of her head.
 
"This feels really good," she sighed. She tilted her face up to his, not for a
kiss, but to brush her nose against his cheek. His skin warmed against her
feathery touch and this out of character sign of affection.  This was
everything he had ever wanted from her, and yet he was a little uneasy and felt
that in some way he was taking advantage of her. Sure, Katniss was strong and
could take care of herself, she was such a survivor. She was stronger than
most, and that's why this felt so strange to him. She did not like to share
what she was thinking and often seemed suspicious of his attempts to become
close with her. He thought hard for a few seconds before deciding to pry a
little further under the surface of this surge of intimacy that had apparently
overcome her.
 
"Does it? Any reason in particular?" Peeta asked quizzically, pressing his lips
onto her cheek lightly and smiling when she had not turned away. His smile
faded, however, when he saw the sadness flash into her eyes. She rested her
head back on his shoulder, burrowing into his neck again. Following a heavy
inhale that tickled the soft, sensitive skin behind his ear, she sighed her
devastating response.
 
"Because who knows how many more of these precious moments we'll have left?"
She had done it, broken the wall between them and the games and the Capitol
that they had spent the day building. His mind was spinning, searching for
something to say in response. She didn't let the silence last long, rescuing
him from saying something to scare her away or reveal too much of the plan he
had made to get her out of the arena alive.
 
"It is so strange to think that. I don't want to think that, but more, I don't
want to miss out on a single moment here with you. I don't want to let this
time slip away." She readjusted her body, so she was sitting cross-legged in
front of him with her hands folded in her lap. "So much has slipped away from
me. If I had known about the Quarter Quell, I would have lived the last few
months so differently." Her eyes dropped to her lap and she stared at her
hands. "I would have never let her out of my sight. I would have taught her
everything I could to-to-to…"Her hand twitched in a small gesture in her lap as
she searched the air for the words to express the regret she felt for every
moment she had not spent making memories with Prim. Her gut wrenched at the
thought of her sister's face and blonde, braided hair.
 
Peeta saw that she was now struggling to find the right thing to say. He took
this opportunity to repay her in kindness and save her from having to say more,
to feel more, than she was ready to share. He reached out and wrapped her
quivering hands in his. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, and
he felt her fingers lace themselves between his.
 
"So," he said in an even voice, smiling at her when she looked into his eyes,
"let's make the most of the moments we have now." They both leaned into a deep
kiss, and the newly found familiarity of their brushing lips was comforting to
them both. Katniss wound her fingers into his hair and opened her mouth,
letting her tongue trace his plump bottom lip. She tasted his breath and
hungered for more. She didn't hesitate to push her tongue into his mouth and he
responded instinctually, his lips falling in sync with her slow, explorative,
yet caressing kiss.
 
This was exactly what she needed. All of the unpleasantness that had bubbled to
the surface of her swimming thoughts had suddenly begun to sink below the
surface again. His touch was calming and soothing, while igniting a spark in
her lower abdomen that she had only felt a few times before. She felt their
tender kiss turning to a burning need as she nibbled his lower lip and rested
her hands on either side of his chiseled face.
 
He pulled her closer to him and she let him guide her into his lap, her thighs
braced against the outside of his. She was hesitant at first, feeling a twinge
of caution at being so… near him in this passionate way. This was different
than the nights they had spent in bed together, warding off each other's
nightmares. It had been easy to ignore or excuse the times she awakened pressed
against his stiff erection. It was, of course, involuntary. In the cave during
the games, she had seen him raw and naked and vulnerable on a level so much
deeper than an adolescent erotic dream.
 
Peeta felt her hesitation immediately, and let her take the pause she needed to
assess the new territory they were treading upon. Both of their chests were
rising and falling rapidly as they took in the sight of one another. Peeta
rested his hands on her thighs and looked into her eyes, waiting for a sign of
what she needed from him next. He thought he saw a flicker of a struggle in her
face, but was relieved when she leaned forward to kiss him again. She sunk into
his lap, making herself comfortable astride his thick, muscular thighs.
 
Peeta wrapped his arms around her, flattening his palms against her lower back
and between her shoulders. He pulled her closer to him, pressing her small,
firm breasts into his chest and licking and nipping at her neck. A surprisingly
airy, girly moan slipped past her lips and he looked  up at her. She returned
his gaze looking almost amused and slightly mortified at the noise that had
just escaped her. She furrowed her brow playfully, wrapped her arms around his
neck and tilted her head away from him, indicating for him to put his mouth
against her skin once more.
 
He obliged her invitation, and began feasting greedily on her skin. As he was
licking and kissing her throat, his fingers dug into her waist. He shifted her
slight frame on his lap so he could feel the heat between her legs through the
thin material of her loose pajama pants. His mouth trailed down her neck to the
dip in her collarbone. He traced it with his tongue, running his fingers from
her waist to her belly button. He felt her breath hitch in her throat as he
slid his hands up to her breasts. She was bare-chested under his oversized t-
shirt and he felt her nipples harden under his warm touch.
 
The spark in her lower abdomen had become a blazing flame, searing her insides,
and a smoky fog had begun to cloud her mind. She was familiar with feeling
Peeta's ever-present desire for her, but this felt so much deeper. The shy, yet
obsessive longing she had felt in his lips in the public kisses they had shared
was tame compared to this.  She relished selfishly in the joy of giving herself
to him after the long painful wait he had endured.
 
Her slender fingers left his hair and found the bottom hem of her shirt. Before
she could think twice about the rooftop surveillance, the nearness of Peeta's
skin, or the games, she pulled the t-shirt over her head. Peeta's mouth gaped
in surprise and delight as the sunlight danced across her gleaming skin.
Feeling a pang of insecurity, she started to cross her arms over her chest. He
caught her hands in his and pulled them to her sides. His large, warm hands
moved from her wrists up her arms, and over her shoulders to draw her nearer to
him. She leaned forward and kissed him again, trying to fall back into the
rhythm of their previous kiss.
 
He took the cue from Katniss that she was not ready for him to drink in the
image of her naked body. Peeta closed his eyes and focused his passion into a
long, slow kiss. His hands roamed back to her breasts and he could feel her
shiver as his fingers found her nipples. He brushed his thumbs over them and
she broke their kiss, letting her head roll backward and arching her back,
bringing her breasts inches from his lips. Immediately, he took her left nipple
into his mouth, rolling the right between his thumb and forefinger. She sighed
and rolled her hips forward, grinding her body into his and he moaned into her
breast, pushing his hips upward into hers. She felt her pants dampening and her
desire to feel his skin on hers was overwhelming.
 
Katniss wrapped her arms around Peeta and slid her hands over his muscular
shoulders down to his lower back. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled
it over his head, somewhat clumsily. She brushed his hair from his forehead and
he pressed his soft lips back on her breast. She sighed again and lowered her
nose to the top of his head, taking in a deep breath of his clean, calming
scent. His teeth tugged at her nipple, nibbling her puckered skin, and she
scraped her nails down his back. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest
and he thrust upward, grinding himself into her again. He tore his lips away
from her chest and tilted his face toward hers, planting a hungry kiss on her
lips.
 
Peeta's hands explored her body, leaving trails of flaming sensation in the
wake of his touch. His hands mirrored one another, tracing long ovals from her
knees to her inner thighs. He felt the lean muscles in her legs tense as he
climbed higher up her thigh with each stroke. She let out a small sigh each
time he circled his fingers back down toward her knees, strategically avoiding
the spot he wanted to be exploring most. Katniss lowered her lips to his ear
and traced his lobe with the tip of her tongue. His hands moved swiftly to her
backside and he pulled her even closer to him. He slid length of the erection
bulging against the seam of his pants over the hot damp spot between her legs.
 
An explosion of pleasure shot up her spine and Katniss bit her lip to keep
another girlish moan from slipping out as she rocked back against him. He left
one hand with a firm grasp on her plump ass cheek, and brought his other hand
to her face to brush her hair from her eyes. She wrapped her fingers around his
wrist and guided his hand back to her thigh. When he let his palm merely rest
against the soft cotton of her pants, she tugged it deeper between her legs.
There was a pressure building inside her that felt simultaneously like the
sting of white liquor and the first, cooling inhale after a spring rain in the
woods. She wanted release, and she wanted it with Peeta. Here in the bubble of
their last perfect day, she wanted to forget everything and feel only the
pleasure of being close to him without worrying about consequences.
 
Peeta skimmed his fingertips over the fabric clinging to her pussy, turning his
hand over to look at his glistening, moistened fingers. She registered in her
mind that she had soaked through her pants and felt an inexplicable pang of
embarrassment. He looked up at her and her eyes moved from to his fingertips,
her cheeks reddening slightly.  She watched in utter amazement as he lifted his
fingers to his lips and tasted her with the tip of his tongue. Her mouth
dropped open in surprise.
 
She could not believe what she had just seen. His smoldering eyes had stayed
locked with hers, his steady gaze burning through her. Her sweet, loving, and
doting Peeta had turned into a fierce, sexual creature that was waiting for her
slightest nod of approval to devour her like a hefty meal after a long hunt.
She shifted her weight back onto her ankles and began fumbling with the
drawstring of her pants.
 
In a graceful, yet forceful shift from beneath her, Katniss found herself
pushed completely backward, laying flat on the  blanket. Peeta rested on his
knees and elbows, his body between her legs but not holding her down with his
weight. He searched her eyes to be sure she wasn't about to slide from beneath
him and run off.
 
To quiet the doubts she could see etching his face, now softer than before, she
hooked one of her legs around his and ran her hands over his chest and stomach
to unbutton his pants. She pulled down his zipper and he fell into her hands.
She wrapped one hand around him and a small bead of hot liquid formed at the
tip of his smooth cock as she lightly squeezed and tested him out in her palm.
She used the index finger of her free hand to spread the sticky substance over
the head of his erection.
 
A deliciously naughty idea lit up in her mind, and she trailed the back of her
wet finger up his stomach, tracing a slow circle around his belly button and up
to his chest. She looped the same slow circles around each of his nipples and
then lowered the still moist tip of her finger to her lips. Just as he had
done, she seductively locked eyes with him and touched her finger to her
tongue. She was pleasantly surprised to find that he tasted saltier than she
had expected. He took a long, hissing intake of air through his teeth and
returned her lustful stare.
 
Peeta rested back on his haunches, cock exposed and standing freely from his
open fly. He tugged with both hands at the waist of her pants, happily finding
her without under garments. She lifted her butt and wriggled out of them,
laying back with her feet resting on the floor and her legs slightly spread. He
took in the beauty of her lying there, vulnerable as never before and waiting
for him to come to her. Before the unfamiliar, needy hunger left her eyes, he
stood up and pulled off his pants and underwear.
 
To her surprise, he laid down next her, rather than on top of her. Propped upon
one elbow, he leaned over and kissed her. As he did, he trailed his fingers
over both of her breasts, down past her navel and found the heat radiating
between her legs. He used his middle finger to spread the thick, glistening
fluid from her arousal around her silky lips and she suppressed a moan into his
mouth as he grazed her clit. Her hips involuntarily bucked into his hand, and
he felt a sudden urge to taste her again.
 
He rolled over on top of her and began kissing a slow trail from her lips to
her stomach. She wriggled nervously when he positioned himself between her
thighs, his mouth inches away from her now pulsating clit. He planted a
feathery kiss right above the small bundle of nerves and she relaxed her hips
and thighs. Her head was sent spinning and her body nearly paralyzed as soon as
his hot, soft tongue pressed against her most sensitive places. He licked her
up and down agonizingly slowly, lapping up her sweet and spicy juices and
taking great pleasure in the waves of moans escaping her parted lips. She was
growing louder and louder with each flick of his tongue over her clit.
 
Peeta used his index finger to trace a small circle around the hot opening of
her cunt. She rocked her hips in response, and he slowly began to push his
fingertip inside of her. Katniss had never experienced anything inside her, so
this felt like a foreign intrusion, though not wholly unwelcome. He took great
care to only go as far she seemed comfortable. Each time he inched his finger
slightly inside her, he waited for her inner muscles to contract at the
pressure and then relax, adjusting to his presence.
 
His finger sliding inside her had felt so strange at first. Then, as she
relaxed, she found herself panting and longing for his hand to fall into rhythm
with his mouth. As if reading her thoughts, Peeta began rocking his hand back
and forth, slipping his finger in and out of her. His cock throbbed as he felt
her muscles spasm around his finger once more. His lips wrapped around her clit
and he sucked lightly. Katniss moaned louder than before and her back arched
off the ground, thrusting her breasts into the air. Answering her silent call
for his touch, Peeta used his free hand to reach up and pinch her nipple.
 
She roared another moan into the wind and her thighs locked into place on his
shoulders. He felt her grinding her hips into his mouth and finger, and her
inner walls began pulsating. A slow beat was building inside her, drumming
against his hand, and he matched the pace with his tongue, circling furiously
around her clit. With a final, involuntary jerk of her hips, her mind closed in
on itself and her body burst into orgasm.
 
She writhed and twisted in pleasure, her skin feverishly hot and glistening
with sweat. Her chest rose and fell violently as she gasped for air between
moans. Peeta kept his rhythm until he felt her legs going limp and her
contracting insides slowing around his finger. He vacated her slowly, and
rolled her gently onto her side. He crawled up beside her on the blanket and
they assumed their normal sleeping position, her head cradled on his chest and
his arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her secured close to him. She was
still catching her breath, her palm splayed over his flat, but soft stomach.
 
 
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***** A Soft Place to Land Pt 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     A completion of A Soft Place to Land
As the fog in her mind cleared, a shy smile spread across her lips and she
looked up at Peeta. He was gazing down at her, stroking her hair. The tip of
his nose, his lips, and his chin were wet, and she tasted herself on his lips
as she kissed him. In an instant, the spark within her reignited and she
shifted her hips to drape her leg over his. She rested on one elbow and leaned
over his flushed face to kiss him more deeply than before.
 
One of her hands trailed from his hair and rested on his warm cheek. She began
lessening their kiss, withdrawing her tongue from his lips and pecking him
lightly from one corner of his mouth to the other. Peeta relaxed his lips and
tilted his head back as her soft kisses brushed over his chin and moved down
his throat. Katniss pushed herself up onto her knees, resting on her ankles and
bent over his chest. Her hair was sweeping lightly over him, sending shockwaves
through his body. As she reached the bottom of his rib cage, Katniss turned her
face to look down at him, naked in the now setting sun.
 
She could see what Peeta had meant about the orange color of sunset and the
beauty it held. The wispy blonde hairs leading from his belly button to the
tuft of curled hairs between his hips was shining, almost white reflecting the
sun.  She took in the full length of him with her eyes, fascinated by the
slight twitch of the thick veins under his skin with the beat of his pulse. Her
fingernails dragged slowly over his skin while she moved her palm from one of
his hips, across his lower abdomen to his other hip.
 
She circled his navel with her tongue, finding that he tasted like a salty
combination of sweat and the freshly laundered sheets from the bed they shared
each night. He exhaled a long sigh and her hair was tousled by his breath. She
could feel his eyes on her and she took comfort in the curtain of hair
shielding her face from his. This, too, was something she had never done, and
she was thankful for the bit of privacy while she worked out the details of how
she intended to repay the orgasm he'd just given her.
 
Peeta propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. Her unusually
loose curls were a dark, shining stain spreading over his pale chest. The nape
of her neck was a forest of wispy tendrils that dissipated into the creamy
flesh of her shoulders. He had just begun to mentally capture the image of her
blanketed across his waist, when he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft and
her tongue slip over the swollen tip of his cock. His eyes fluttered closed and
his head fell to the side, resting upon his shoulder.
 
Katniss felt a surge of heat between her legs as she took the head into her
mouth and sucked, her tongue pressing firmly against him. Peeta shivered and
his hips twitched, trapped beneath her weight. She sucked more gently and he
let out a groan and hissed her name. For some reason, hearing his desperate
plea sent yet another surge of heat between her legs, and she was again
glistening with arousal. She squeezed her fingers around him and stroked him
tentatively up and down. He muttered incoherently and fell from his elbows to
the ground, resting one hand behind his head and the other on the curve of her
slight waist.
 
His fingers tightly gripped her skin as she stroked him again, but he sighed
and relaxed as she released him from her mouth. He barely had time to complete
a long exhale when he felt her sliding her tongue over him again. She was less
hesitant than before, her mouth engulfing him greedily. Peeta's thoughts had
gone totally blank by the time she reached the thick base of his erection with
her lips.
 
Katniss concentrated hard on relaxing the muscles in the back of her throat to
accommodate him. It was not until his fingers were brushing over her labia that
she realized he was touching her. He had skimmed his hand along her lower back,
in a circle around her backside and rested his warm palm between her thighs. A
strangled moan escaped her over-full mouth and she pressed herself back against
him.
 
She quickly returned to her senses, reminding herself that her main focus right
now was supposed to be repaying Peeta for the orgasm he'd given her. She
returned her attention to him, intent on evening the score. She began moving
her mouth up, down, and around him, her hand taking over strokes every now and
then to allow her tongue to flit against him in different rhythms and patterns.
 
Peeta's three middle fingers were lazily rubbing wide circles over her clit as
his breathing became more rapid. She was finding it harder to stay concentrated
on her own hands and mouth while he steadily stimulated her. In an attempt to
distract him from her, Katniss began to quicken her rhythm. His hand dropped to
the ground beside her and he drew in a shaky breath, exhaling a low, resonant
groan. She eagerly continued, enjoying his total unraveling by her touch. A
minute later, Peeta sat up abruptly, startling her.
 
"What's wrong?" Katniss whispered frantically, her hair whipping around her
face as she scanned the rooftop in all directions.
 
"Nothing!" he chuckled, unable to help himself laughing at the sight of her
sudden panic. "I was going to… I didn't want to…." She was crouched in front of
him, stark naked and staring at him quizzically, but relaxing slightly.
"Nothing's wrong, that was perfect." He smiled at her apologetically and her
cheeks flushed as she realized what he meant.
 
Her eyes darted away from his and she reached up to wipe the excess saliva from
around her mouth with the back of her arm. Peeta extended his arm to her,
wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into a kiss. He exaggeratedly drug
his face across hers, as if wiping her mouth clean with his own. He felt the
corners of her mouth turn upward and then her lips purse, desperately trying to
withhold the smile she always seemed too hesitant to share with him.
 
Wishing to gloss over this unwelcome return of her inhibitions, Peeta kissed
her lips again, more hungrily this time. Katniss responded immediately, her
tongue finding his and her arms draping over his shoulders and around his neck.
The more contact her skin had with his, the more she wanted. She gracefully
swung her leg over both of his and sat astride his lap. His arms welcomed her,
entangling them together. Her breasts pressed harder into him with each breath
she took as they continued to kiss.
 
Katniss could feel his heat combining with hers as they rocked against one
another. Remembering the sweet, pinching feeling of fullness when Peeta put his
finger inside her, she ground her hips harder against him. She felt the muscles
in his shoulders ripple as he lifted her off of his lap and slid his hand
between their bodies to grasp himself in his hand. He dragged the tip of his
cock teasingly over her clit, smiling when she gasped and stifled a moan. She
tilted her hips forward, encouraging him to continue.
 
Peeta looked up at her through his long, blonde eyelashes. He froze and waited
for her to regain enough station to open her eyes and look back at him. When
she complied, he stroked the hair from her forehead and spoke softly.
 
"Ready?"
 
She was nodding her head before he had even finished asking. Her lower lip
still held firmly by her teeth and her chest rising and falling quickly, she
mumbled her assent.
 
"Mmm-hmm." She didn't want to give herself the opportunity to over-analyze and
ruin this torrid, hungry passion that had erased all of her sadness and fear.
This was something she did not have to be afraid of, and she was going to cling
to every moment.
 
Peeta was apparently satisfied with her rushed response, as his hand was back
between them without delay. Delicately, he pressed the rounded tip of himself
into her and he released his hold on her hips, letting her take control. She
lowered herself down around him, slowly at first. Once she had adjusted to the
first couple of inches of his length inside her, she gained confidence and took
a deep breath. Upon her exhale, she slid the remainder of him into her and
gasped. The rush of pain she felt brought a lump to the back of her throat and
she dug her fingernails into Peeta's shoulders.
 
Taken by surprise at being so far inside her, he had buried his face in her
neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her skin when she engulfed him. Her thighs
gripped his as her entire body tensed and he wrapped his arms around her. He
flattened his palms over her spine and rubbed circles over her back, trying to
do all he could think of to ease her discomfort. She relaxed at his touch, and
the pain lessened. Deciding she needed to focus elsewhere, she pressed her lips
to his. Peeta's aptitude for sensing when she needed distracting was ever-
present, even now.
 
Peeta brought his hands from her back to her breasts, stroking his thumbs back
and forth over her taut nipples. After a few minutes of fondling and wet
kisses, a warm gush of lust had pooled in her lower abdomen and was soothing
her aching insides. She tested this by gingerly lifting herself off of him,
feeling neither a rush of pain nor relief beyond the minor stinging, which had
become somewhat pleasing. Surprised at how easily she had adjusted to him,
Katniss smiled wryly and began wiggling back down over him again.
 
More slowly this time, she lowered herself onto him. Peeta's lips found hers as
she let her weight rest on his thighs. She welcomed the kiss, which had
tethered her to him as the renewed stinging inside her receded. Her fingers
wove through his hair while his fingers began roaming over her breasts once
more. Feeling the growing smoldering of a building release, she rolled her hips
to stroke her clitoris over the soggy patch of his blonde pubic hairs nestled
between them. The two moaned in unison, and Katniss tugged on a handful of his
hair.
 
She deepened their kiss as his head tilted backward. She gently rolled her
hips, in a wider circle this time. Her inner walls throbbed and squeezed him as
she pressed her clitoris into him again. She felt him tense beneath her, and
his hands dropped from her nipples to her hips. His fingers inched across her
skin to her round ass and he grabbed her firmly with each hand. He began
pushing his hips toward hers, matching her increasing pace.
 
She broke their kiss, lifting her face and moaning unabashedly to the sky.
Peeta stared at her, entranced. She was more beautiful and free than he had
ever seen her.
 
Her hair was untamed in a much more sultry way than her average morning bed-
head. In the warm wind, her thick mane was flowing fiercely around her glowing
face like the bushy leaves of a maple tree before a mid-summer storm. As if
unaware of the curls blowing over her cheeks, her face was relaxed aside from
her eyes, which were shut tightly. Her parted lips were forming a lazy, yet
genuine smile around her breathy moans. She looked she was breathing fresh air
for the first time in months.
 
As she became more confident in her movement on top of him, Katniss traced her
fingers from his hair to his chest, using him to steady herself. She sped up
the rocking of her hips and, without missing a single beat, he met her rhythm
with his hips effortlessly. Peeta's fingers dug into her skin and he bit his
lip in an effort to fight the orgasm tempting to rip through him.
 
His hips froze and Katniss paused to drop her eyes to his. She immediately read
his scrunched up expression and she smiled satisfactorily as she continued
riding him. She began raising herself off of him and sinking back down heavily.
Each time, she pulled him even farther out of her. The breeze only lapped at
his glistening shaft for a second before the chill was snuffed out by the
burning heat of her constricting pussy.
 
Katniss began picking up her pace and was soon bouncing up and down on his lap.
He gracefully fell back onto his elbows, feasting on the full view of her thin,
muscular body. She gasped and then moaned as the new angle allowed more of him
inside her. He watched as she readjusted herself over him, twitching as she
squeezed her muscles around him. She returned to her task, impaling herself on
him vigorously. His chest was now out of reach, so her hands roamed to her own.
She began massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers.
 
Peeta was watching her in disbelief as she hesitantly dragged her fingertips
down over her stomach, using them to explore her swollen lips wrapped firmly
around his cock and up to stroke her clit. She began imitating the wide, lazy
circles he had made with her three middle fingers. Seeing her pleasure herself
while he penetrated her wrenched his last bit of control from him. He felt a
tightening behind his navel and he moaned a disjointed sentence of warning that
he was going to come.
 
Katniss hadn't heard him over her own shuddering moans of delight. Her muscles
fluttered around him and, in an instant, he lost control. She felt a burst of
heat inside her and the welcome release of her own orgasm blocked out the rest
of the world. Peeta felt his cock give a compulsory jerk several times, each
time spilling a load of his scorching hot come into her.
 
She was rocking her hips more slowly now, the corners of her vision blurred and
her ears ringing as the last tides of her orgasm ebbed. Peeta dropped his
shoulders and head to the ground, closing his eyes and letting out one last,
long groan as he thrust upward into her. Their combined fluids gushed from her
as he plunged deeper inside her. She sighed a moan and laid forward onto his
chest.
 
He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair as it fell over his face.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her securely against him. He shifted
his hips to pull out of her, and gently rolled her to his side, back into their
regular sleeping position. She tilted her face to his and they shared a soft
kiss between heavy breaths.
 
His fingers swept her hair from her forehead and he kissed the crease that had
formed between her eyebrows.
 
"Is something the matter?" Peeta whispered to her, running his thumb over her
eyebrow to relax the tension in her face.
 
"I still owe you one," she grumbled, almost playfully. Peeta laughed heartily
and she cracked a small smile.
 
"I think I'm okay with that."
 
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