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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_Trilogy_-_Suzanne_Collins
  Relationship:
      Katniss_Everdeen/Peeta_Mellark
  Character:
      Katniss_Everdeen, Peeta_Mellark, Madge_Undersee, Delly_Cartwright,
      Johanna_Mason, Gale_Hawthorne, Annie_Cresta, Finnick_Odair, Thom_(Hunger
      Games), Plutarch_Heavensbee, Primrose_Everdeen
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      Published: 2013-04-06 Completed: 2014-05-25 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 14423
****** Not So Chaste ******
by PeetasAndHerondales
Summary
     "O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet." -Saint Augustine (354 AD -
     430 AD) Katniss falls for the seminarian Peeta Mellark. For the Round
     3 Prompts in Panem Day 7 Challenge, "Create your own adventure."
Notes
     This work of fiction involves religious connotations and has sexually
     explicit content. Please keep in mind that this is not meant to
     offend anyone. Special thanks to sub-josh on tumblr for the
     inspiration and suggestions, and as always, my wonderful beta,
     Court81981 for her amazing editing. Enjoy!
***** Not So Chaste *****
I stared up at the stained church windows forlornly. It was raining outside,
and the numerous images on them appeared drenched with tears. I sighed,
breathing in the faint scent of incense and old bibles. If I could put a taste
to the scent, I would say that it was not much different from that of cinnamon
applesauce, as strange as that may sound. I had always liked the odor of
Catholic churches. I mean, they even smelled chaste.
I was not as pure as everyone presumed me to be. Sure, I got voted "Most Likely
to Become a Nun," in seventh-grade parochial, but that had just been a game,
and it was only because nobody else wanted to take the title. I was just too
shy to turn it down in front of everybody. Over the years, I had come to the
conclusion that the best way to ensure that your daughter remained a good
Catholic was to not send her to Catholic school. But this only convinced my
mother that I needed to go to church and pray about it so that I would stop
doubting my faith.
And that's where I met Peeta Mellark, whose combed blond curls I was currently
staring at as I knelt in the pew behind him, my hands clutched together in
silent prayer. Peeta was the sweetest, most innocent and religiously devoted
man I had ever met. In fact, he was the newest seminarian in town. I knew that
it was silly and probably wrong to have a crush on him, but I couldn't help it.
He would never notice me anyways.
If only I could remember that when I touched myself to obscene thoughts of him.
Peeta, Peeta, Peeta. He was all I ever thought about nowadays. His soft hair,
his cornflower blue eyes, his impossibly long eyelashes, his flushed cheeks and
faint rosy lips. He was so kind and handsome and impossibly beautiful in every
single way I could think of. I knew that I was infatuated; I hardly ever spoke
to him. Moreover, I knew that I shouldn't like him, not only because he
obviously wasn't interested since he had hardly ever spoken to me, but because
he was training to become a priest. Yet as I watched him stand up to receive
communion, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift down to his perfect ass as he
headed towards the priest. Good lord, Katniss, I chastised myself as I
continued watching him, captivated. His lips parted open slightly when Father
Plutarch placed a wafer in his mouth, and his pink tongue slipped out for a
millisecond to capture it. I had no idea why I was so fascinated by this, but I
gulped when he came walking back after taking a sip of wine, his tight slacks
hugging him in all the right places. Dear sweet baby Jesus, please help me stop
thinking about Peeta Mellark's loins, I prayed as I watched his chiseled jaw
move as he chewed, his palms pressed together in front of him.
It was useless, of course. There was no way I was ever going to step back into
a confessional again in my life, not after the thoughts I kept having. I
couldn't imagine myself telling Father Plutarch that I watched porn in hopes
that I would find a Peeta Mellark look-alike. Besides, it wasn't like I was
sorry, and it probably didn't count if I wasn't truly repentant of my actions.
And I really wanted to know if he was blond all the way down, was that so bad?
"Katniss," Prim whispered in my ear as she nudged me.
I turned to me little sister in annoyance. "What?" I asked, tearing my eyes
away from the crucifixion statue above the altar, where Jesus was gazing down
at me sadly. I gulped.
"Are you coming?" she raised an eyebrow in question as our row stood up to
receive communion.
"Oh, um yeah," I said hurriedly as I stood up. I gave Peeta Mellark one last
look as I passed him, and I could've sworn I saw him wink at me. I blushed and
looked away.
===============================================================================
"See, this shit is why I'm an atheist," Johanna exclaimed at our lunch table
the next day.
"Because you like condoms?" I asked, confused. I still couldn't believe that
contraception wasn't allowed in the Catholic faith, and apparently everyone
knew that except for me. I was sixteen for fuck's sake; I should know this
stuff by now. I doubted anyone followed that rule, anyway.
"No, Brainless, because I don't have to feel guilty about not following some
ridiculously strict rules," she scoffed. "I'm only going to this school because
my parents are forcing me to."
"Well I don't think they're ridiculous; there's a reason for everything, Jo,"
Madge told her patiently. Everyone knew that Madge Undersee was a future nun;
she was seriously planning on heading straight to a convent after finishing
high school.
"Well I'm not having twelve kids," Delly said to her boyfriend, Thom, as she
took a huge bite of her turkey sandwich, and we all laughed.
"I hope Finnick and I have children someday," Annie said dreamily, gazing at
him as he sat at the table across from us, chattering animatedly.
"You don't even know him, Annie," Gale reminded her gently. "Maybe I could
introduce you?"
"No!" she screeched in panic as we all snickered.
"Don't worry, Annie, I understand how you feel, except I don't want a whole
litter of kids," I said.
"Maybe this is why the pope quit; he didn't want to deal with this kind of
crap," Johanna said.
"That is not why Pope Benedict quit," I argued.
"Whatever, we're getting off topic. The point is that Annie wants Finn's dick,
but she won't go after it because for some inane reason, she feels bad about
wanting him, right? Just show up wearing nothing but a trench coat at his
doorstep and you're all set. You'll never feel bad about wanting it once you
get it," she said suggestively as Annie and I frowned at her.
Gale and Thom burst out laughing at this, and Delly and Madge shook their heads
sadly. "Aww, cheer up, Annie, I'll put in a good word to him for you, 'cause
I'm a good friend like that," Gale teased.
"Finnick Odair is a womanizer," Madge said disapprovingly. "It's not Annie's
job to change him."
"But maybe he could decide to change for her," I said hopefully.
"Why should he change? I'm sure he wouldn't complain if he found out Annie
wanted him," Thom argued.
"But I don't just want to have sex with him," Annie whined.
"Then you can suck his dick too," Johanna said brashly as she bit into her
plump, red apple.
"That's not what I meant!" she exclaimed exasperatedly, turning to me for help.
"Annie's right. She likes Finnick, but she wants him to like her too. She wants
to stay with him so that they fall in love and get married someday." I
explained.
"And then you would have sixty-nine kids," Johanna said casually as she took a
swig of her Dr. Pepper.
Gale snorted. "That reminds me, Finn did mention wanting to get married and
having a lot of kids one day," he turned to Annie.
"See? We're meant to be," Annie grinned. "And don't worry, Katniss, I'm sure
you'll find someone else someday and you'll get married and have kids with him
too."
"I don't want kids," I groaned.
"No one wants kids at this age, but you'll probably change your mind
eventually," Delly pointed out as the bell rang, signaling the end of our lunch
break. I sighed. If only they knew who I was really after.
===============================================================================
"Hey, Katniss," Peeta said cordially the next day as he sat by me in youth
group. I looked up from my Bible in surprise. We were supposed to be looking
for our favorite quotes, but the only ones I kept reading were about wanton
women.
"Peeta?" I asked stupidly, wondering if this was just another fantasy about
him. I pinched myself, then instantly regretted it. Definitely real.
He smiled and gifted me with his beautiful azure gaze. I practically drooled.
"So what do you think?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, suddenly realizing that he had been speaking, and I hadn't
been paying attention.
He chuckled. "I said, would you like to come help set up the art exhibit
tonight? I'm a tutor for some of the kids who submitted artwork, and I'm
required to find helpers, but I mean, you don't have to if you're not
interested, I can understand if…"
"Yes," I gasped out immediately before he could ramble any further. "I mean,
yes, I would love to go help," I squealed eagerly, hardly believing that this
was happening to me.
He grinned, a stray curl falling on his forehead. God, he was adorable. "Okay,
but you have to dress up since it's a formal event. It starts at seven; you'll
need to be there by six."
"Sounds great," I said cheerfully.
"All right, I'll see you later then?" he asked. I nodded and watched him walk
away, nearly chastising myself as I stared at his perfect ass once more. I
slammed my forehead against the palm of my hand. What the hell was I going to
wear?
===============================================================================
"You should go naked." Prim giggled as I threw all of my clothes out of the
closet. I had nothing nice to wear. I glared at her.
"Not funny, Duck," I said.
"Sure it is," she continued. "I mean, I can hardly believe it. You're going out
in public. You never go out, much less for a charity event. And you're going to
see Peeta Perfect Mellark, of all people. He's the dreamiest guy to ever exist.
It's a pity he's a seminarian."
I frowned. "Prim, this isn't a date, I'm just going to help out at the art
exhibit, and you're too young to think about boys," I chastised her. "And
don't' talk about Peeta like that." I tossed a shirt on the floor in
irritation.
She snickered. "Oh, and what about you, Katniss?" she challenged. "I've seen
how you stare at him during church. You don't even pay attention because you're
too busy drooling over him. I bet you have naughty thoughts about him, and he's
going to become a priest," she taunted.
I gaped. "Primrose Everdeen! Get out of here!" I threw some clothes at her,
trying to mask my embarrassment for anger as my cheeks burned.
"Fine, I'll go get Mom, I bet she has something you can wear," she decided as
she stood up.
"No way, don't tell Mom, I'll kill you!" I cried out in panic. My mother would
probably dress me in an old lady skirt or something. "I'll just call Johanna,"
I said as I searched for my phone underneath the mountain of clothes piled up
on the floor.
Prim shrugged. "Fine, suit yourself," she said as she left the room, probably
to gossip with her twelve-year –old friends online.
===============================================================================
"This painting is amazing," I gasped as I stared at a beautiful sunset. "Did
you do this?" I asked Peeta.
He grinned. "I sure did," he said proudly. "This was my contribution to the
show," he explained as he walked me through the exhibit. We had just finished
setting up all of the art work, and the guests would start arriving soon. Peeta
had stopped to show me his own work, telling me about how the church was
raising money for 'Food for the Poor.'
"So what does your painting mean? Why is it called The Death and Resurrection?"
I asked as I read the label.
"Ah, that's a good question. You know, my original idea was to paint the actual
resurrection of Jesus, but if you look around, you'll see that it's been
overdone." He pointed to the rest of the work, and sure enough, he was right.
It was hardly surprising, considering the Easter festivities. "So I decided to
do something a little different," he continued. "Every evening, I open my
bedroom window before I go to bed and watch the sunset. And when I wake up, the
window is still open, and I watch the sunrise. So then I wondered to myself,
which one did Jesus see when he resurrected on the third day after his death?
After some research, I came to the conclusion that he came back in time to see
the sunset, which was convenient, because it happens to be my favorite."
"Why is it your favorite?" I asked.
"I just love the colors. That perfect combination of soft, muted orange only
happens in the sky during sunset. It's not quite the same as the sunrise, you
see. Sunsets are more vibrant due to the particles scattered around the sky.
The sunrise doesn't have quite as many because they fall to the ground during
the night. As a result, the sunrise has more of a faint yellow color, whereas
the sunset has a warm, bold combination of red, yellow, and gold that creates
my favorite shade of orange," he replied dreamily, his hands deep in his
pockets.
"Wow," I breathed. "You really know a lot about sunsets. Were you also thinking
about the metaphor between them and life and death?"
He nodded. "I'm doing a sunrise as well, but I'm calling that one The
Transfiguration. It would signify Jesus' rise to heaven, obviously. I think it
is all about embracing your humanity. You have to live and die so that you can
come back to life permanently. I just wasn't able to get that one finished on
time for the show. As for Jesus' life and death, I believe he was buried at
sunset and came back to life at sunset. I know it's not a very common teaching,
but it's just based on some calculations that I've done independently." He
shrugged. "Either way, some people will probably see it as just a sunset, and
that's fine with me, it's a painting open to interpretation."
As he spoke to me, I watched him in dumbfounded admiration; he was so deep and
thoughtful, and so eloquent with his words. And when he described something
that he was passionate about, such as the sunset, his blue eyes would light up
like a bright Sunday morning and dimples would appear on his rosy cheeks when
he smiled. I sighed. He was so beautiful. I licked my lips. "Peeta, do you
think anything can be forgiven?" I asked.
He turned to me in surprise and raised an eyebrow. "Well of course, Katniss.
That's why Jesus lived and died for us. That's why the sun comes down every
night and comes back up the next day. So that we can start fresh. Why do you
ask?"
I blushed. "Um. I don't know. I was just wondering, I guess." I said flustered,
my mind scrambling to find something else to say so that we could change the
subject before I said too much. "I really liked everything that you explained
to me. Do you have a favorite Bible verse based on that? I'm having trouble
finding one for youth group," I said, biting my lip nervously.
He smiled. "Oh, yes. There's Matthew 17:2, "He was transfigured before them,
and his face shone like the sun, and his garments became white as light." And
as he said this, I couldn't help but think that his face always lit up like the
sun.
"Thanks, Peeta, I'll definitely use that one," I said gratefully.
"Anytime, Katniss. Let me know if you ever need help on something. Now I really
have to go tend to the guests." He nodded towards the people who were now
streaming in through the doors as he excused himself. After he left me alone to
tend to other things, I was free to walk around aimlessly for the next few
hours, admiring the paintings and sculptures with everyone else. I had also
promised to help clean up for the night so that I could spend more time with
Peeta.
"What's up, Brainless?" Johanna snuck up behind me, and I jumped.
"Jo! I thought you weren't coming!" I exclaimed.
She laughed. "Yeah, well I came here to look after you. I needed to see if that
dress I let you borrow was being put to good use. Plus, I brought Annie with
me." She pointed behind her, where Annie was chatting with Finnick a few feet
away.
I gaped. "She's actually talking to him!"
Johanna grinned. "Yeah, well, it's all thanks to Madge and Gale, actually.
They're working on a project with him for Abernathy's World Religions class,
and they told him about Annie. I just gave her a ride here so that they could
meet."
"Where is everybody else?" I asked. "I know Madge and Delly were helping set up
with me, and I saw them earlier, but then I think Delly ran off with Thom."
She shrugged. "I don't know, probably around here somewhere. I asked Gale to
bring me some punch. Oh, there they are!"
I looked up to see Madge and Gale approaching us from the drinks table, each
holding two cups of punch. "Here you go, babe." Gale told Johanna as he handed
her the drink. Johanna purred and kissed him on the lips. I nearly cringed.
They would probably start making out any second now.
"Hey Katniss, I brought you some punch, I figured you might some," Madge said
to me as she handed me one of the clear plastic cups in her hands.
"Oh, thank you, Madge, how sweet of you!" We decidedly ignored Gale and Jo, who
were starting to get handsy even though they were in the middle of a church
charity event.
"You're welcome. Do you want to look around with me?" she asked, and I nodded
enthusiastically, relieved that I wouldn't have to spend the next few hours
alone.
As we perused the exhibit, I kept an eye on Peeta. I saw how he bent down to
double-knot his shoelaces after he nearly tripped on them once. I noticed that
he didn't put any sugar in his iced tea when he went to the refreshment table.
I overheard him discussing pastries with an old lady; in fact, women gathered
around him all times, complementing his baking skills and his beautiful
artwork. When I discovered that he had made the scrumptious cheese buns on the
snack table, I ended up eating ten, and then was disappointed to find out that
there were no more.
"You really liked those cheese buns," Madge chuckled as she suckled on a
chocolate-covered strawberry a few hours later. It was nearly time to close the
exhibit, and people were leaving and taking the last of the food.
"Yeah, and you couldn't stop eating strawberries," I countered as I flipped my
braid back over my shoulder.
She shrugged. "Yeah, well they were delicious." She sucked on her fingers as if
to prove her point.
"So were Peeta's cheese buns," I said.
"Did I hear someone say they liked my buns?" I flipped around to see Peeta
approaching us, grinning.
"Oh, yes, they were a huge hit," I said before I could stop myself, and then
blushed when I realized how that had sounded. It was him who had brought it up,
though.
"You're a very gifted baker, Peeta," Madge said politely.
"Thank you, ladies. I'm glad you enjoyed them," he said modestly. "I came from
a family of bakers, so I know quite a few things. Would you like to help me
clean up here?" he asked, and we nodded as we got to work quickly.
That night, I got home late thinking about all of the new things that I had
learned about Peeta Mellark. His favorite color was orange. He was a baker. He
was a painter. He liked to sleep with the windows open. He never put sugar in
his tea. And he always double-knotted his shoelaces. I dug my face into my
pillow, knowing that he would never be mine and that he could never be. I
touched myself again and again until I drifted off to sleep, holding back the
tears.
===============================================================================
I thought about what Peeta had said about forgiveness. I prayed on a rosary
every night, just like my mother had taught me, begging God to help me get over
my obsession with a forbidden man. I knew I wasn't allowed to masturbate
either, but I did that too. Maybe I had to stop doing that first. I had to stop
touching myself to fantasies of him and going through porn looking for his
doppelganger. Perhaps getting rid of one vice would help me get through the
others.
Only it didn't work. Months passed. I went to church. I tried to be as chaste
as possible and stop admiring him from afar, but it was no use. I tried hard,
but I failed often. And sometimes I could even swear that he noticed me too.
Sometimes he winked at me, and when he met my eyes, he always smiled. It was as
if he had no care in the world. One day he gave a touching speech about how he
decided to become a priest, saying that he used to have a girlfriend until he
realized that it wasn't the right path for him. He said that he felt the
presence of the Lord calling him, and he ended up leaving his girlfriend to
join a seminar. I would have been devastated if I had been that girlfriend. Not
that I wasn't devastated already. All he ever talked about was serving Jesus,
and all I ever thought about was sucking his dick (Peeta's, that is, not
Jesus').
This wasn't right. I had to do something. Peeta was probably on a path to
becoming a saint, for all I knew, and here I was having selfish, lustful
thoughts about him. I knew what I had to do, but it took me a lot of courage to
do it.
I went to confession. I didn't want to, but it was my last hope, and my best
shot at redeeming myself. I was sure that Father Plutarch was probably used to
hearing horny teenage girls going on about Peeta by now. Surely I couldn't be
the only one. He was too damn attractive. I thought about this as I walked into
church, turning left towards the room labeledConfessional. Our church didn't
have a fancy confession box with curtains; this was simply a wooden door with
an uncovered window that led to a small, carpeted room containing the
confessional screen and a prayer bench on either side of it.
I walked into the confessional and got on my knees in front of the screen. I
began with the sign of the cross, and told the priest that my last confession
had been seven months ago. It was exactly the amount of time that Peeta had
been in town, but I didn't add that. Instead, I recited the easiest sins first.
How I always fought with Prim. How I sometimes cursed. How I always rolled my
eyes at my parents when they told me to do something. And then I said other
things. How I couldn't stop masturbating or watching porn. How I kept having
inappropriate thoughts, even during mass. By then I knew that it was time for
me to start mentioning Peeta.
"But I think the biggest struggle that I've been dealing with is a forbidden
crush that I've had on someone," I began, my voice shaking. "He's the
seminarian, Peeta Mellark. I know you probably get this a lot, since he's so
attractive and everything. But I feel really guilty about it, and for good
reason, too. Peeta has been nothing but kind and respectful towards me, and I
keep having salacious thoughts about him. I keep wondering what he looks like
naked. Sometimes I even wish that I could down on him. Sometimes I wish that he
would go down on me." I was probably saying too much now, but I continued, the
words stumbling out of mouth as I purged my sins out. "When we're at church, I
keep wishing that he could just take me right then and there on that pew." I
was crying now. God, I was such a horrible person.
"Are you crying?" I heard his concern first, and then his intrigue. He sounded
young. He didn't sound like Father Plutarch. He wasn't Father Plutarch.
"Peeta?" I asked.
He opened the screen and stared at me, his blue eyes wide, and I almost died of
mortification. We stared at each other in horrified silence for a few seconds.
And then I felt defensive anger. "What are you doing here; you're not a priest
yet!" I yelled furiously as I wiped my tears. "You weren't supposed to hear my
sins!"
"K-Katniss, I didn't know, I'm so sorry, I can explain—" But by then I was
standing up and heading towards the confessional door, wishing that the ground
would just swallow me whole.
"Wait!" he shouted in desperation, and I turned around, remaining in the
confessional with him as I left the door shut. He had left his side of the
booth and was standing behind me now, with a pleading look in his eyes. He
licked his lips tentatively. "I feel the same way about you." It was a nearly
inaudible whisper, but I had heard it.
"What?" I asked, appalled.
"I know what you're thinking. What about all of those things that I said about
being a Man of God? Well I tried, Katniss. I tried to forget about you. I tried
to tell myself that this was just a trial, that the Lord was testing me, or
that the devil was taunting me. But I couldn't stop thinking about your braid,
or your gray eyes, or your smiles that are so hard to come by. I would hear you
sing during church and dream about your voice every night. I've never felt like
this about anyone before, and I never thought that I would." He paused to allow
the weight of his words to sink in. "So I came here for the same reason that
you did. To seek contrition. But then I remembered that Father Plutarch was
sick and that he had cancelled confessions at the last minute, and that's why
no one else was here." He was right. The church was empty save for us two, but
I hadn't even thought about that until now.
"So then why did you stay?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I wanted to pray, I guess. But then I wondered what
it was like to be a priest, hearing people's sins every Saturday afternoon. I
wondered if I would have to hear other priests and seminarians going through
these same temptations. So I sat there and pretended, and then I realized that
this isn't what I really wanted, after all. But then you came in, and when I
heard your voice, I instantly recognized it. I thought about stopping you, but
I was intrigued. And then I heard you mention me…"
"Stop," I snapped. "If you're going to mock me for saying that I wanted to go
down on you—"
"No!" he cried out in alarm. "I would never mock you. I thought I was making
that clear, but I guess not." He took a deep breath, gathering courage before
continued. "Katniss, I kept thinking that I wanted to go down on you, right
here in this confessional."
I was stunned. "I-I, wait, what?" My voice was small, and I began to wonder if
I was hallucinating.
"You heard me. And after today, I'm no longer going back to the seminar. I'm
breaking my vows, no matter what you decide." He then approached me with
purpose, taking my face in his large hands and pressing his petal-soft lips
firmly against mine. I held my breath in shock and closed my eyes as he tugged
on my bottom lip gently before letting go. I gasped out loud as he then began
to kiss my neck, lavishing it with his tongue while rubbing one hand across the
expanse of my back and the other one gripping my ass under my skirt. I held on
to his shoulders as he backed me up against the door. I felt the hard length
his erection against my heated center, and I moaned when he moved his hand to
knead my breasts over my white button-up shirt. I wanted him so much it hurt.
I pushed him back. "So you're going down on me?" I gasped out before I could
stop myself. "Right here?"
He rubbed his neck, flustered, "Ah, well…I guess, if you want me to…" he
trailed off, staring down at the carpet. My eyes drifted down as I saw the
prominent bulge in his khaki pants, and when he glanced up at me, his blue eyes
were dark with desire, my knees trembling under the weight of his gaze.
"You know how to do that?"
He chuckled. "I had a girlfriend before, Katniss."
Oh, right. I had conveniently forgotten about that. "And you're completely okay
with us doing this here?" I pressed on, still unable to believe it.
"Well I don't think we have any other place to go, but now that you put that
way…"
I cut him off with a kiss as I reeled him back in, wanting to feel his
wonderful mouth against mine once more. He groaned as I fisted his collar, my
overeager lips clashing awkwardly against his when I tried to move them. He
stumbled back and tripped over the prayer bench as I fell on top of him, our
teeth grinding painfully against each other's mouths from the sudden impact.
"Ow!" we both cried out in unison as we landed on the carpet beside the
benches.
"I'm sorry," I said as I pressed up a little, my face still inches away from
his.
He shook his head, smiling. "It's okay, at least now we're in a perfect
position to do what we were planning. Here, come sit on my chest."
I scooted forward and then sat on him with my legs sprawled open in front of
him, unsure of how to follow his instructions. But he grinned wolfishly when I
gave him the perfect view of my white cotton panties beneath my blue plaid
skirt, and he reached up to stroke my thighs until they reached the waistband
of my panties. Goosebumps erupted from my skin as he pulled them down slowly,
his eyes taking in my newly exposed flesh until they were completely off.
"Jesus, Katniss," he groaned. "You're so wet." He took them in his fist,
letting go of them when I spread my legs open wider and moved up to hover on
top of him. He stared up at my pussy before I covered up his face up with it.
My knees straddled his head, clenching his ears as my legs trembled when I felt
his mouth on me. He held on to my thighs tightly, kissing me over my folds
chastely at first, then looking up at me with his heavenly blue eyes as one of
his hands drifted up to grope my small breasts over my clothes. He inhaled
deeply, and then I felt the first tentative lick of his tongue as he parted my
folds, seeking my aching bundle of nerves. "Peeta!" I cried out.
"Shh, Katniss, we're in a church," he chastised me when I jumped up, as if I
didn't know that already. He chuckled, and I shivered as I felt his hot breath
on me. Bastard. I pulled his hand beneath my shirt, and he pushed it underneath
my bra. I hissed when he teased my nipple with his thumb and forefinger at the
same time that he captured my clit with his lips.
"You naughty Catholic schoolgirl," he said when I kept hovering above him every
time he touched me. I settled back down and he licked up and down my labia as I
began shifting my hips forward and backwards, reveling in the feeling of his
tongue as it darted inside my entrance. My entire body quivered when his other
hand squeezed my ass, his mouth speeding up its movements and adopting a
pattern: lick, nibble, and suck. As I rotated my hips faster, I clasped his
hair with both hands, messing up his perfectly combed blond curls.
I bit my lip hard when he moaned and twisted my nipple. "You taste so sweet,
like cinnamon applesauce," he told me as he pulled me back, and I stopped. He
looked at me questioningly.
"That's what I think churches smell like." I confessed to him.
"Well even better then." And then he dug back in and continued to feast upon me
like I was his last supper. He hadn't lied when he said that he had done this
before. Every single ministration was perfectly timed and orchestrated so that
I couldn't accustom myself to it, and I found myself screaming and crying out
his name despite his constant reprimands.
"Oh, sweet lord Jesus," I prayed as he began fingering me with the hand that
had been clutching my ass. He pumped his fingers in and out of me as he moved
his tongue side to side over my nub.
His other palm continued to rub my erect nipples as my juices covered his face,
dripping from the corners of his mouth and chin as I gripped at his chest. He
sucked my swollen clit between his lips, flicking it gently with his tongue
while his finger curled into a come-hither motion inside me and his other hand
pinched my nipples hard. He pressed the tip of his tongue from top to bottom,
in and around, out and in, pressing his tongue flat and then in between the
crevice of my folds. As he did this, I kept grinding against him so that I
almost felt his nose rub against my clit, and he kept fondling me everywhere he
could. He drifted his hand down from my chest to tickle my stomach while he
watched my reactions, entranced.
I couldn't take it anymore. I wouldn't last much longer with his altering
speeds and motions, or his penetrating stare. He licked and explored me, my
walls clenching at his supple tongue as he stroked me. He played with my clit,
spelling words on it that should not be said out loud in a church, much less
expressed in this manner. His fingers thrust in and out of me faster and
faster, sucking my clit as deeply as he could until I began convulsing. I
squeezed my thighs tighter around him as I came, a wave washing over me and
drowning me in it. I felt my tremor expand from the tips of my toes to the ends
of my fingers, my vision blaring white.
Afterwards, he proceeded to kiss the insides of my thighs before going back to
my core until he had his fill, lapping up the rest of my arousal greedily. I
breathed deeply in relief, and he pulled me up and made his way up my body with
kisses, straddling my heated center on his lap so that I could feel his rigid
cock. He blew hot air on my breasts when he pressed his mouth over the still-
clothed mounds. He kissed my neck, biting it lightly with his tongue as he
suckled on it, then teased and glided along the skin beneath my ear until
reaching my lips, an electrifying jolt passing through me as our lips reunited.
I kissed him back clumsily as his lips guided mine patiently until I granted
his tongue permission into my mouth so that I could taste myself on him. I
pulled his head closer and rubbed my hips against him desperately.
I couldn't get enough of him; I wanted more. "We should stop." He warned me as
he broke the kiss.
"But I haven't even seen you yet!" I whined, reaching down towards the button
of his khakis.
He stopped me. "Later," he promised. "Not here, where we could get caught;
we've already pushed our luck by spending too much time here."
He then helped me stand up and bent down to pick up my discarded panties,
pressing them to his nose and inhaling them deeply. "I'm going to keep these if
that's okay with you," he said as he shoved them into his pocket before I could
reply.
"When are we doing this again?" I asked.
"Soon." He winked as he opened the door.
"Wait!" I pulled him back.
"What?" he asked.
"I have to know: are you blond all the way down?"
He chuckled. "Of course. But now I'm off to find a new vocation." And with
that, he left.
But I knew that he would be back.
***** Livin' on a Prayer *****
Chapter Summary
     Sequel to "Not So Chaste." Katniss discovers that she can do more
     than pray when she gets on her knees.
Chapter Notes
     A/N- This work of fiction involves religious connotations and is
     rated MA for sexually explicit content. Please keep in mind that this
     is not meant to offend anyone. I own absolutely nothing. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It's been four months since my licentious encounter with Peeta Mellark. We have
kept our relationship a secret since then, and it has definitely not been easy.
I had never been in a relationship before, and being with a handsome ex-
seminarian has brought out a possessive, feral side of me that I wasn't aware
of having until now. Peeta was the talk of the town; everyone (and by everyone
I mean gossipy old and young women) judged him one minute and whispered
conspiringly about jumping his bones the next. Needless to say, I was anything
but happy about this. The only advantage I had was that no one suspected me of
being "the whore he must have left the Church for" when I scowled at them,
because my smiles had always been hard to come by to begin with.
But that didn't stop me from being careless and jumping every needy bitch who
tried to get his attention. For example, there was the time that Glimmer Gould
stroked his bicep from behind the counter of Mellarks' Bakery, where Peeta had
gone back to work with his parents until he found his new vocation. And the way
she had eye-fucked him—oh God, I just wanted to skin her alive. But she hadn't
stopped right there—oh no, she had more. She flirted with him ceaselessly and
bent over the counter so that he had a clear view of her fake tits, twirling
her overly-styled blonde locks with the hand that wasn't feeling him up.
No way was I putting up with that. I might have been a good girl before, but I
sure wasn't like that now. I know it's not the Christian thing to curse like a
sailor, fight with others, and fornicate with a seminarian. But Peeta Mellark
was my downfall. So I can't exactly say that I was sorry when I grabbed Glimmer
by the hair and smashed her face into the pristine glass counter of the bakery,
allegedly ruining her "extremely expensive nose job" in the process.
Honestly, I think she should thank me. Her nose looks much better now, in my
opinion. Of course, Peeta wasn't very pleased by my act of jealousy. His mother
had kicked—and I mean literally kicked—me out of the bakery with a broom and
screamed at me to never step foot her in her respectable business again. I
hated that witch, anyway. I was only sorry about not being able to visit Peeta
there anymore.
But I wasn't the only one who was guilty of such actions. In fact, Peeta was
the same, if not worse. Once, when I went out hunting with my friends, Johanna
and Gale, I had come back home laughing at something Gale had said, Johanna
laughing hysterically alongside me, of course. But Peeta hadn't paid attention
to that. He had been waiting for me on my back porch with a container of cheese
buns in his hands, clenching his prominent jaw as he watched us approach.
"Hey Peeta, what are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I noticed him.
"I just thought I should bring you your favorite cheese buns, but I can see
that you're busy. I'll go ahead and leave now," he replied curtly, shifting his
darkened gaze between me and Gale.
"What? No, come and skin these rabbits with us!" Johanna offered, tossing them
on our old wooden picnic table outside.
"I don't think Baker Boy here would want to get his hands filthy with animal
guts," Gale smirked.
"I heard that," Peeta snapped.
"No, Peeta, he doesn't mean it—"
"It's fine, Katniss. I get it. You want to spend time with them. I'll just get
out of your hair now." He turned around, taking the cheese buns with him as he
walked into the kitchen through the door in the back porch.
"Peeta, you're being ridiculous!" I chased after him, not even waving Johanna
and Gale goodbye as they walked away in the opposite direction.
"Whatever, Katniss."
"Why are you acting like this?"
This time, he turned and faced me as we found ourselves alone in the kitchen.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I'm tired of keeping our relationship a
secret? That while I may not care what people have been whispering about me, I
care about what they have been saying about you? They think you're sleeping
with Gale and betraying your friend Johanna."
I gaped it him in horror. "Wh-what? Do you seriously believe all of that
bullshit, Peeta? Don't tell me that you're falling for idle small-town gossip
now! I never saw you as the type. Of course I'm not two-timing you, and Gale
would never do that to Johanna either; she would castrate him!"
He stared at me for a few seconds, trying to decide if he should ignore my last
comment or not, before sighing and placing the tray of cheese buns gently on
the table. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I just…I don't know what to make of my
life anymore. It's like I'm stuck. I've been shunned by everyone in the
community, even if they don't admit it." He looked up at me, his deep blue eyes
shining with tears as they revealed all of his loneliness and hurt. I swear he
looked like a freaking puppy sometimes. How could I be mad at him now?
"But Peeta," I began, "that doesn't mean that I have turned my back on you. I
would never do that." I lifted my hand to stroke his cheek before deciding that
that wasn't enough and pulled him close instead, hugging him tightly and
twirling my fingers in his golden curls as he gripped my waist. "I love you,
and I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. You're a wonderful man,
Peeta. They're all wrong if they think that you're anything less now that
you've changed your mind about your vocation."
"I love you too, Katniss. I'm crazy about you." He chuckled softly against my
shoulder. "I dropped everything just to be with you. Maybe I should just stick
to baking and painting landscapes for a living."
"Maybe you could own your own bakery one day," I said excitedly as I released
him from our embrace. "Or… you could have your own gallery and be a famous
painter! Maybe even both!"
He lifted his eyebrows and gaped at me in amusement. "A bakery decorated with
paintings for sale, you mean?"
"Yes!"
He grinned. "Well…I suppose it could happen. Of course, I would need to save up
some money for it, but in time I could…"
I launched my arms around his neck, cutting him off as I ravaged his lips, and
he kissed me back enthusiastically. My lips molded against his in heated
fervor, his hot breath mixing with mine, his heart beating so hard I could feel
it thudding against my own pounding chest. "What was that for?" he asked
breathlessly when we came up for air.
"You have no idea how much I want you, Peeta. How absolutely amazing you are.
You're so incredible, and you don't even see it."
He smiled at me lovingly. "You're the same way, love. I don't think I've ever
met anyone so deceivingly chaste yet sexy. Some may see you as pure, others as
not pure enough. But for me you're perfect," he breathed in my ear.
His hand slipped down my waist to cup my bottom, squeezing and kneading as I
moaned in approval. I pulled on his hair as I shoved my tongue into his mouth
so that it could mate with his, a growl escaping from his throat at my sudden
abrasiveness. He stumbled forward until my back hit the counter, and I lifted
my legs to wrap them tightly around his waist, grinding hard against the
prominent bulge in his jeans.
And that was the first day I went down on him.
I was salivating with desire. I had been taught to get on my knees for praying,
but the rules in this game had been broken the minute he decided that
priesthood wasn't his calling. And to me, this was a different sort of
worshipping. I thought I was something of an expert on veneration, but this was
an entirely new kind.
This time I made Peeta lean against the kitchen counter, and I kneeled down in
front of him. He sucked in a breath when I lowered his zipper, looking up at
him with half-lidded eyes, biting my lip in yearning and rubbing my thighs
together as I scooted closer to him on my knees. I tugged down on the waistband
of his jeans until they dropped to his ankles, leaving his long, hard cock
straining only against his thin, white cotton boxers. I smiled deviously. He
gulped.
"Katniss you don't have to…"
"I know. I want to." I wanted to see him so badly that I was dripping in
anticipation. But he didn't know that, so I had to show him. And I was so close
to getting what I wanted. I pulled down the confining cloth without hesitation,
and I gasped when I took in the sight of his large, throbbing erection, a bead
of pre-cum already leaking from the thick tip.
"Fuck." I'm not sure who said it, but a second later my mouth was engulfing
him; I didn't even get halfway before he hit the back of my throat and I became
precariously close to choking on his dick. "It's okay," Peeta said patiently
when I popped him out of my mouth in panic, my fingernails digging into his
muscular thighs.
"You're so big," I blurted out, wincing when I realized how cliché that
sounded.
He chuckled. "Yes, I suppose I'm above average in that department," he winked
teasingly. Bastard. "Try to use a little more tongue and not so much teeth," he
added after a second.
My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I had never done this before, but
I figured he must have guessed that already. I mean, here I was trying to suck
his dick and instead I nearly bit it off. That couldn't be good, could it?
"No, no, you're fine!"
I nodded and planted my eyes on his manhood again, this time taking it in my
hand first. Katniss Everdeen did not give up, even if it was something as
seemingly trivial as a blowjob. I began to stroke him, feeling the impossible
smoothness of his skin coating the rigid heat beneath it, like silk over steel,
smiling at him gratefully when he wrapped his own hand around mine in guidance.
Apparently I hadn't been gripping hard enough, but I knew I was doing well when
I noticed how his eyes rolled to the back of his head, how his head tilted
backwards so that his glorious throat was exposed to me. I wanted to kiss every
single inch of him.
This brought me back to my previous task as I twisted my hand back and forth
around his angry red cock. It was intimidating, to say the least. But it was
also a mouthwatering sight. I took my other hand and cupped his sac, making him
jump when I grabbed it at the same time that I stuck my tongue out to lick the
underside of his cock in one brazen sweep. He tasted a bit salty, and much like
one would imagine a man's cock would taste, but I decided I liked it. So I
experimented with it; I circled my tongue around the weeping tip, lapping up
his even saltier pre-cum greedily. I couldn't get enough of him. He moaned and
groaned in approval, tucking my hair behind my ear so that he could see me
better.
I licked his cock from bottom to top, starting from the underside and working
my way around his entire girth until I was ready to take him fully into my
mouth again. This time, I braced myself as I carefully wrapped my mouth around
him, and he moaned at the sight of it. I stopped when I felt him hit the back
of my throat, working the rest of him with my hand, breathing loudly out
through my nose. He gasped as I suckled him, and he cried out when I sucked in
my cheeks so that my mouth was tight around him.
"K-Katniss, I think I'm gonna…" His voice was trembling and his knees were
shaking, and I knew that he was close, so I popped him out of my mouth and
stroked him. I licked the slit teasingly, flicking it with the tip of my
tongue. He gripped my hair even harder, shooting hot molten desire to my
already sodden center.
He tried to push me away to prevent me from swallowing his cum, but instead I
stayed put, taking in as much as I could. It was an admirable attempt, but I
soon realized it wouldn't be as easy as it seemed. It was too much, too fast.
He nearly choked me, but at least it was in the fun way.
It wasn't until I pulled away that I started coughing, wiping my mouth with the
back of my hand as Peeta began to panic. "Katniss, are you okay? Oh gosh, I'm
sorry, I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't pull away, and I couldn't stop—"
I burst out laughing, suddenly not being able to stop myself at the sight of a
worried Peeta with his flaccid cock still hanging out, fussing over me while
trying to pull his pants back up. It was just like him, really. He was caring
and considerate even when stuck in a compromising position.
"What's so funny?" His genuine perplexity sent me into another fit of laughter.
"You," I answered as he helped me back up, zipping up his jeans quickly while I
dusted my knees. If anyone asked, I had been polishing the floors. Then again,
my clothes had already been dirty from hunting outside, so I would have to
change anyway.
He blushed. "Oh…right." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "So…do you
want to come to the five thirty Mass with me? I heard they had a folk choir."
I raised my eyebrow at him. "I just got on my knees in front of you and you
want to go to church?"
He smirked. "Yeah…I guess I get off on it."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a shameless pervert."
He grinned.
…
It turned out that Peeta's brother, Rye, was now part of the choir, and he knew
how to play guitar. Peeta sang along enthusiastically, although slightly off-
key in comparison to his older brother. He squeezed my hand every time he heard
me sing too, and I smiled at him shyly. I didn't care if people were watching
us. We had a good time, and after the service was over, he introduced me to the
band. Rye was the lead singer and guitar player, Leven played the cello, and
their father, Bannock Mellark, played the violin. How had I never noticed this
before?
"Katniss, meet my older brothers, Leven and Rye. You already know my father,
right? You've seen him at the bakery before."
"We see each other all the time," Mr. Mellark winked at me as he put away his
violin. I flushed; he had almost caught me making out with Peeta in the back of
the bakery once.
"Yes, of course, and it's nice to meet you guys finally!" I said as I shook
their hands. Leven seemed to be in his thirties; he was broader and taller than
Peeta, and Rye was in his late twenties, taller and leaner than his two
brothers.
"So you finally got the girl," Rye smirked at Peeta.
"What?" I glanced at Peeta, confused.
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Uh, yeah, about that…"
"Peeta has been telling us a lot about you," Bannock explained, grinning. "We
knew that as soon as he saw you, he wouldn't make it as a priest."
"Or as a musician," Leven piped up. "He can't sing or play an instrument to
save his life. Or at least not the way he used to stare you during church; he
couldn't concentrate on anything."
"Yeah, sorry I couldn't join Mellark and Sons… I tried really hard to learn how
to play Livin' on a Prayer, on the piano, though."
"Is that what the band is called?" I asked.
"Yes," all four Mellark men said simultaneously.
"Oh, cool! Well… I guess we better get going. It was nice to meet all of you!"
I said awkwardly as they waved good-bye to us, Peeta leading me to the back.
His father and brothers shared amused looks.
"Where are we going?" I hissed at him as we headed towards a partially hidden
doorway behind the altar. "And that was so awkward, oh my god."
"You're fine." He waved me off as he shoved me in front of him inside the room
before closing the door behind us. I looked up. In front of me was mini altar
with the crucifixion and a statue of the Virgin Mary below it. There were a few
prayer benches in front of it, and statues of saints and candles surrounding
the room. We were in the chapel.
"I reserved it for us so that we could have adoration together," he said before
I could ask. The suggestive smile he was giving me gave me the feeling that he
hadn't brought his rosary, and that this had nothing to do with praying to the
Virgin Mary.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want me to pray for your soul or mine? Or
both? I think at this point, we're both going to hell," I teased him.
"Don't say that. And I haven't even told you what we're going to do yet."
"Well I don't see you getting on your knees and praying."
"We're having a different sort of adoration."
"I figured we weren't actually here to redeem ourselves."
"I could never be sorry for choosing you," he said softly, his breath inches
from my waiting lips. "I would go to Hell and back for you." His celestial blue
gaze was penetrating, piercing my soul like a knife. "I would give up Heaven. I
would follow you into the dark," he mused, referencing one of our favorite
songs, his cool fingertips tracing my cheek gently.
"That can't be love," I whispered.
"Maybe it's desire."
"I think it's our downfall."
He kissed me then, and I knew then that I didn't care if I was damned. I
reveled in it. He and I had spiraled down so fast I could barely breathe. He
sucked on my tongue as we relied heavily on our noses to provide air so that
the only noises filling the room were our heavy breaths and the wet smacking of
lips. He pulled me against him and lowered us down to the ground until he was
laying on top of me beside the prayer benches, putting us in a very similar
situation to the one we were in four months ago, when he went down on me. I
wondered if this was taboo or simply bad manners. Maybe it was blasphemy. It
occurred to me that if we were married it would actually be kind of cute and
romantic, but my thoughts evaporated as soon as I felt his hard length against
my stomach.
The sad thing was that both of us knew better and neither of us cared.
"Peeta," I gasped after a few breathless moments, my hands clutching his
muscular, broad back.
"Yes?" he mumbled as he lavished my neck.
"Um, we're not actually going to have sex here, are we?"
He looked up at me in surprise. "What?"
"Well, it's just that I'm not sure why you brought me here… we could just as
easily make out in my room, you know. Nobody's home at this hour. Plus I'm a
virgin and I've never done this before…"
"Shh, stop," he said gently, kissing my lips so that I would shush. "I know
that, and we're not doing anything you don't want to do." He ran his fingers
through my loose tendrils of hair that I had released from my braid today.
Peeta seemed mesmerized by it. "I just…I just wanted to be with you, Katniss."
"Here?" I asked doubtfully.
"It actually was my turn to do adoration today…" he paused. "But I guess the
naughty side of me wanted to bring you here as my temptress," he joked.
I rolled my eyes. "Right, look who's talking. Devil on my shoulder! I would be
more afraid of being damned if I wasn't so horny."
He laughed, throwing his head back and then rolling down to lay beside me. "If
you ask me, I think we still have hope," he said a little more seriously after
he had calmed down. The way he was looking at me made me realize that this was
more than desire that he felt for me. And I would have been more intimidated by
it if I didn't care about him so deeply.
"Hope," I echoed.
"It's the only thing strong than fear," he finished.
He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time, I let his hands wander. He cupped
my breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands, and kneaded them expertly,
pinching the tips and blowing hot air into them over my shirt. They would fit
perfectly into his mouth too. I squirmed beneath him so that I could unbutton
my shirt, shrugging it off and then reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.
"Oh God, Katniss," Peeta choked out as he took in the sight of my bare breasts,
nipples pebbled from the air conditioning and my desperate arousal.
He thumbed them, squeezed them and pinched them before finally putting them in
his mouth, rotating from one to the other as if he couldn't decide which one he
wanted to lavish first. The rough calluses on his fingers and the hot moisture
on his tongue made the heat inside me spread like lava, from the top of my head
to the tips of my toes. I arched my back and pulled his head into my chest as
my hands pulled on his lush blond curls. He moaned into my breast, the
vibration from his mouth provoking even more desire as he twirled and suckled
the nipple with his eager tongue. Meanwhile, one of his hands stimulated my
other breast, while his other hand...oh my god, he was reaching underneath my
skirt…
"Jesus!" I let out a tiny squeal as he found my clit, rubbing it over my
underwear in tandem with the circular motions he was doing with his opposite
hand. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I became overwhelmed with desire.
I was going to explode. "Faster," I gasped out as he increased the pace,
switching breasts so that he was suckling on the one the he had been previously
groping. His fingers circled harder against my throbbing center as he pushed my
underwear aside, his thumb pressing on my needy bundle of nerves while two of
his fingers dipped into my drenched folds.
"You're so wet and ready to come for me," he growled, his hot breath tickling
my ear.
"Peetaaaa…" I gasped out, and he used the hand that wasn't in my panties to
cover my mouth and muffle the sound.
I felt the sweet, burning release of a hot wire uncoil underneath my belly,
stars exploding behind my eyelids as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I rode
his hand through my orgasm, his fingers curling deep inside me and his thumb
slowly rotating on the nub above it until I became too sensitive and pushed his
hand away impatiently. He took his hand out and licked his fingers, grinning
salaciously at me.
But before I could formulate a response or even a reaction, we suddenly heard
footsteps thudding out across the hall, heading directly towards the chapel.
Peeta's eyes widened and I quickly shoved him aside as he handed me my bra and
button-down shirt so that I could toss it on before they saw me half naked in
the chapel. "Hurry," Peeta whispered as he helped me back up.
I finished buttoning my shirt as soon as Rye walked in, his eyes widening in
amusement at the sight of us. "Are you two finished praying? I think heard
someone moaning the name of Jesus." he snorted, looking at us up and down. "By
the way, Katniss, your shirt is buttoned wrong."
"Shove it, Rye," Peeta said threateningly.
"I'm sure you did, little bro. I always knew you were a kinky bastard. And in a
chapel, no less!"
Peeta glared at him as I blushed, looking down at my shirt and noticing that
the bottom hole was empty and one side was longer than the other. I was a
complete disaster."Are you done making fun of us?" Peeta said tightly.
"Are you two done screwing in the house of God? I just came here to say a
little prayer before I headed home. Pay respects to the Virgin, you know?" he
winked at me as he said this.
I couldn't be blushing harder if I tried; I might as well be on fire. Katniss
Everdeen, the girl on fire. Maybe that would be nickname when I went to hell.
"Shut up, Rye, you never pray. You were spying on us!" Peeta accused.
"Aw, don't worry, Peet, I won't tell anyone!"
"I think I better head home," I said softly.
"I'll take you," Peeta offered as he took my hand.
"You take her home and make her yours," Rye winked as we headed out. Peeta
tightened his grip on me. I gave Peeta a warning look. I refused to give Rye
the upper hand. So what if he knew that we had messed around in a church? We
were living on a prayer. And we would get on our knees to do more than just
pray.
To Be Continued…
 
Chapter End Notes
     A/N- The first part of this was intended to be just a one-shot for
     Prompts in Panem in March. However, I felt like there was more to the
     story, so I continued it and decided to donate part two to F4LLS. I
     hope you all enjoyed it! The third part will probably be released in
     February and will be donated to Smut2SaveLives. Thank you for
     reading, and as always, special thanks to my amazing beta,
     Court81981, for being the absolute best and always helping me. This
     donation wouldn't be the same without her!
***** Surrender to Passion *****
Chapter Notes
     A/N- Hey guys, so this is the *final* installment of the series! This
     last piece takes place a few years later, so it's actually kind of
     like an epilogue. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
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Five Years Later
The nightmares came without a warning. They began on the night that we got
engaged. Peeta had taken me home that day; he had left me with a sweet
goodnight kiss on my forehead as he held me outside the door of my apartment. I
went to bed that night thinking of him, thinking that he was all I would ever
need in life and the only one I needed to trust and rely on. No one's arms had
ever made me feel this safe before, not even my father's, and everyone who knew
Katniss Everdeen knew that she was a Daddy's girl. I didn't like the title, but
it was true.
That night, I dreamt that I was swimming in the ocean at night. It was a
peaceful dream at first; it reminded me of the time that my father taught me
how to swim in the lake when I was a little girl. But then things changed. My
limbs felt heavy, and I couldn't swim. My feet couldn't touch the ground, so I
began to sink into the dark blue depths. Fear surrounded me everywhere I
turned. I was blind and couldn't see; I tried to thrash around but I couldn't
move. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, and all I could think of was the
cold- it was so cold, and I knew I was dying as a silent scream escaped from my
mouth…
I woke up in Peeta's arms. I didn't know how, or why, but I was drenched in
tears and sweat as I screamed and trembled in absolute terror. "Shh, it's okay.
It was just a dream. You're safe," Peeta whispered soothingly in my ear as he
wrapped me in his arms, rubbing my back up and down in comfort.
I tried to steady my breath as I clung to his t-shirt, inhaling the cinnamon
and dill scent that was so inherently Peeta. "H-how did you get here?" I
finally managed to ask after I had calmed down some. I looked up at him
curiously as his deep blue eyes gazed down at me worriedly—it was that same
deep blue that I kept drowning in—before he replied.
"I used the key you gave me to get into your apartment," he admitted a bit
bashfully. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I could pay you a surprise midnight
visit." He chuckled. "I'm glad I was here when I heard you screaming, though. I
figured you were hurt, so I just came in and found you thrashing and crying in
your sleep…" he paused. "I'm sorry; I should have just asked to spend the night
to begin with. I mean, we just got engaged."
I shook my head and smiled before looking at him seriously. "I'm glad you were
here too. Thank you for waking me up."
He tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "I just wanted to make sure you were
okay," he said softly.
"Will you stay?" I croaked out.
"Always," he promised as he lay down beside me while I rested my head on his
chest. No one's arms have ever made me feel this safe. It was the last thought
I had before sleep consumed me.
The nightmares only came back when I didn't sleep in his embrace.
Time passed and we got caught up in wedding plans and work and social events.
Winter turned into summer, and summer became fall. And before we knew it, it
was our wedding day.
Peeta and I married five years after we first met. It had been difficult at
first, coming out to everyone about our relationship and letting them get used
to the idea of us. But it had never been about them, or what people had to say.
It had always been about us. Peeta proclaimed that everything happened for a
reason and that his true calling was running the bakery and being my husband.
Once his father had entitled the bakery to him, he had started setting up his
paintings and selling them there. They were a huge hit, but then again, so were
his cheese buns. All of our friends came, and by then Delly and Thom had had a
baby, Madge had started living at a convent, Johanna and Gale had broken up,
and Finnick and Annie had already been married.
Of course, I still hated my mother-in-law. But the rest of the Mellarks
welcomed me warmly into the family, and my parents cried tears of joy. My
sister, Prim, was the Maid of Honor, while Rye was Peeta's best man. And yes,
he still teased us about having sex in public, or more specifically, in
religious places. Some couples don't even make it to the reception.
Well, we didn't make it to the ceremony.
"OK, Katniss, you're all done!" Prim clapped enthusiastically as she finished
helping get into my dress while my mother made sure my hair was well pinned.
"Cinna designed you such a beautiful dress!"
"He did indeed. I told you he was the best designer in town." Madge said as the
other bridesmaids agreed, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at it.
"Yes, you were right, thanks Madge." I smiled at her and then gazed nervously
at the mirror. The gown was astounding. My makeup and hair were perfect. I was
overwhelmed and dying to see my soon-to-be husband.
"Well you look absolutely beautiful, my dear. What do you think?" my mother
asked me as she took a step back and appraised me, tears of joy gleaming from
the corners of her pale blue eyes.
"You look lovely, Katniss!" Annie said.
"Peeta's not gonna make it through the ceremony without getting hard," I heard
Johanna mutter under her breath.
I gulped. My heart was pounding in my chest. "Um, I think I need a minute alone
if that's okay," I told everyone in the bridal room.
"Alright, dear, let me just give you my blessing," my mother said as everyone
else shuffled out of the room. She hugged me tightly. "I'm so proud of you,
Katniss. Peeta is such a good man, and I know he will treat you right. You're
going to be a wonderful wife. I know you will do the right thing," she said
softly as she then looked directly into my eyes, clasping my hands tightly.
The urgency in her gaze and tone caught me off guard. What did she mean by
that? Was she trying to say- that I had messed up and that this would fix
things? I didn't even know what to say to that. "Thanks, Mom, I love you," I
said honestly.
"I love you too, my lovely, brave daughter." Oh no, she was crying again. "Your
father will wait for you when you're all done here," she said as she left the
room, closing the door softly behind her.
I released a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I wasn't even sure
what it was that I needed to get done. Maybe I just needed to take it all in.
But I didn't have much time to ponder it for long, since I heard a soft knock
on the door, and I turned around to see Peeta opening the door.
"Katniss?" he asked as he stepped in, the soles of his black dress shoes silent
against the plush red carpet.
"Peeta, what are you doing here?" I hissed in alarm. "You're supposed to wait
for me by the altar; it's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony!"
He chuckled. "You don't really believe that, do you?"
"Peeta…"
"You look absolutely beautiful," he interrupted as he ran up to me and took me
into his arms. I didn't realize how devastatingly handsome he looked until I
had him up close. Before I knew it, we were kissing frantically, his lips
clashing into mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. This man was going
to be the end of me.
"Peeta, we should stop. We're supposed to be getting married soon." I gasped
out as soon as we paused for breath.
"I don't know if I can wait until the honeymoon," he growled into my ear as he
squeezed my ass, pressing me closer so that I could feel his erection.
I shivered. "I know, but we have to…" I bit my lip.
"Couldn't we just mess around a little?" he pouted.
Ugh, that stupid puppy-eyed look. "Fine," I huffed. "Just don't ruin my dress.
We have like, ten minutes."
I didn't need to tell him twice.
He got down on his knees, and before I knew it, he had slid under my dress.
"Peeta, what the heck…" I laughed as I stumbled down on a chair, and then
gasped and covered my mouth as I felt his hands creep up my thighs and pull my
panties to the side. I knew what was coming next, but I still released a
guttural moan when I felt his warm, moist tongue trail up my folds.
"Ugh, Peetaaaaa…"
"Shh," I felt him more than heard him say when I felt his hot breath against my
sensitive flesh.
I clenched my thighs and trapped his head in between my legs as he continued to
lap his tongue up and down my labia, so close yet not close enough to where I
wanted him at. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the heady pleasure
began to surge, and I felt his tongue circle teasingly around the kernel of
nerves that was aching for attention. But instead his tongue went farther
south, making my hips buckle slightly when he slithered his tongue inside my
entrance. Meanwhile, his large, callused hands were massaging my thighs so that
I was full of friction and heat and eagerness. I wanted him now, but I knew
that we didn't have much time.
Finally, after what seemed like an endless amount of teasing, his tongue glided
up to my clit, his lips trapping it as he sucked it with fervor. It was like an
uncontrollable craving to him, or at least that was what he had told me on one
of the many nights in which I had woken up in the middle of the night with his
mouth in between my legs. And, while right now was not the most convenient of
times, today was no exception. His lustful oral fixation was making me see
stars as he suckled even harder, my thighs clenching him even tighter as I felt
my release approach closer and closer. I hissed as I felt his teeth graze
lightly at my core and then as his tongue flicked my needy clit soothingly. I
squeezed my breasts over my dress as I came, no longer caring that he was
ruining my underwear or that his hair would be a mess by the time we were done.
Somehow, the knowledge that our flushed faces would give us away spurred me on,
and soon I was biting my lip to keep from crying out as the pleasure and relief
overtook me, making my legs tremble a few times before they released him. Peeta
simply licked away at my arousal as if he had all the time in the world. I knew
that I still needed to use the restroom to clean up properly, which was
normally a task that I could do on my own, but due to the circumstances of my
dress, I would need help from somebody just getting in there.
Suddenly, we heard a loud, sharp knock on the door, and Peeta and I jumped in
surprise. "Hello? Katniss, are you almost ready? It's time for the ceremony.
Father Plutarch is already complaining about the tight schedule," we heard my
father's voice say from the other side of the door.
"Yes, Dad, I'm almost ready!" I shouted in response, trying desperately not to
panic.
"Crap, I need to get out of here," Peeta whispered as he stumbled up out of my
dress and ran his hands through his hair, combing the unruly curls back into
their formerly tidy state.
"Quick, go through this door!" I hissed at him as I led him towards the back
entrance of the room, which led outside. "Go around the back of the church and
walk in through the front door…I'll meet you in the altar." I gave him a quick,
chaste kiss—the tangy taste of my arousal still lingering on his soft lips—and
pushed him out the door before we got caught.
I then ran back and opened the other door, where my father was waiting for me.
"Hey honey, are you alright?" my father asked in concern as he took in my
flushed face.
"Yeah, um, I just need to use the restroom before we start," I said quickly as
I looked for my little sister and my mom so that they could help me out with my
dress. Their expressions showed concern and understanding when I asked for
their help, and Prim startled rambling on about how I was such a typical bride
by making everyone wait.
"Geez, Katniss, you've been peeing for like, 84 years. Will you hurry up
already?" she groaned as she waited for me to finish.
"Yeah, calm your tits, it's my freaking wedding. I mean, it's not like I'm
gonna miss anything." I shot back.
"Girls, please don't argue right now; we're still in church," my mother pleaded
as I washed my hands.
"Okay, let's get this show on the road," I said as we hurried out of the
restroom.
"Hey, there's the bride! Katniss, come on, Peeta's already waiting for you!"
Madge exclaimed when she saw us.
"Ready?" my father asked as he held out his arm for me to take.
"Almost," I responded as the bridesmaids and groomsmen got into their places
and started walking while the wedding march played in the background. They went
up in pairs towards the altar until it was finally my turn. "Alright, let's
go," I finally breathed out.
My father nodded, and we began marching forward, my heart beating fast so that
I could barely focus on my surroundings. Everything in my peripheral vision was
a blur until my eyes landed on Peeta, who was waiting patiently at the altar.
He looked at me like a groom looks at his bride for the first time, just as I
expected him to, as if he hadn't just gone down on me ten minutes ago. He took
my breath away. That bastard.
But it wasn't so much the novelty of seeing him as much as the gravity of the
situation, of the fact that he was standing at the altar and that were about to
get married that really caught me. It wasn't until my father let go of my arm
and handed me off to Peeta that reality sank in and I fully realized
that ohmygoodness I'm about to be Peeta Mellark's wife.
I was nervous the whole time, but Peeta squeezed my shaking hands and gave me
that sun-rising loving smile every time he looked at me. I couldn't really
focus on anything except for him. My heart burst when we exchanged vows and he
promised to love and protect me for the rest of his life as he slid the ring
into my finger. I did the same for him as I looked straight into his
mesmerizing blue eyes, because that's what we did, protect each other. We
kissed for the first time as husband and wife, and everybody around us clapped
and cheered in the background. I loved this man so much that tears threatened
to spill from the corner of my eyes. We kissed so passionately that Father
Plutarch had to split us up. I finally felt like everything in the world had
been set right.
And Peeta would stay with me.
Always.
Once we were married, we could have sex anywhere we wanted. Peeta said that God
would totally reserve a room for us in His house, but part of me wondered if he
was joking. We weren't a couple of teenagers anymore, but then again,
he had gone down on me right before our wedding ceremony. The reception was
just as full of anticipation for us; we couldn't keep our hands off of each
other, and it was obvious to everyone around us by the constant catcalls and
wolf-whistles. We had fun dancing at our wedding—Peeta even jokingly pole-
danced to Ginuwine's "Pony" at one point, and I put a dollar in the waistband
of his trousers—but our honeymoon couldn't have come faster. Anyone who caught
sight of us might have instantly assumed that we were two crazed sex-addicts.
"Fuck Peeta, you made me wet when you pole-danced to that song," I growled as I
climbed on top of his lap while we rode in the limo that was taking us to the
airport. I ground my hips against his, feeling his hardness against me as I
bunched up my dress. Thankfully, I had changed out of my wedding dress earlier;
otherwise it would have been cumbersome to do this. "I don't think we're gonna
make it to the airport, or even to the damn hotel room. I want you now," I
gasped urgently into his ear.
"Damn it, Katniss, you're so fucking sexy when you talk dirty to me. Go ahead
and ride me, baby. We've got all night."
He didn't have to tell me twice.
I didn't even bother to pull off my underwear, instead shoving the flimsy lace
to the side as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, allowing me to
take his cock out of his boxers so that I could rub it against my dripping
folds. We moaned in unison as I placed his tip at my entrance, slowly
descending until he was fully sheathed inside me. The feeling of his hot, rigid
length inside me made my walls clench greedily against him, and my hips began
to rise and fall as I held on to his shoulders. He gripped my ass between both
hands and held me steady as he we kissed desperately. I increased the pace so
much that my thighs began to burn, and he growled and moaned against my throat
as our tongues battled and clashed for dominance; no crevice of his mouth or
mine went undiscovered. I moaned and whimpered as I felt the tingling, burning
ache in my core. He felt so good inside me that I didn't want this to end. I
rode him hard and fast, bouncing on his lap as one of his hands groped my
breast eagerly.
We came nearly at the same time that we arrived to the airport. Peeta knew that
we were running out of time, so he began rubbing rapid circles against my
swollen clit until I could no longer stand it; my release came so suddenly that
I nearly fell out of his lap. A wave of relief washed over me at the same that
Peeta came and spilled his hot seed inside me, fluids dripping down my thighs.
"Ugh, we made a mess," I laughed as he handed me some tissues so that I could
clean myself up as best as I could before we had to exit the vehicle. Our
chauffeur opened the door just as soon as we had composed ourselves. We gave
him apologetic but guilty looks as we stepped outside; it was obvious by the
redness of our cheeks and our disheveled state that we had been fucking in the
limo. But the man simply shook his head and chuckled. "Have fun, you two!" he
said.
As if we hadn't already.
"Thanks, Caesar," Peeta said as he handed him a generous tip while someone else
came and took our luggage.
"So where are we going?" I asked Peeta as we walked into the airport. He had
decided to keep our honeymoon a surprise until the last minute, and I couldn't
wait to find out what it was.
"To the stars," Peeta announced dramatically.
I laughed. "No, seriously, tell me!"
Peeta winked at me. "We're going to travel the world."
We spent the first official night of our honeymoon in Paris. Peeta was playing
stripper and throwing his clothes at me as I laughed and cheered him on from
the bed of our luxurious hotel room. He was, once again, singing along to Pony.
"If you're horny, let's do it! Ride it, my pony! My saddle's waiting, come and
jump on it!" he sang as he thrust his hips at me.
I threw my pillow at him as he pulled down his suspenders, which were only
attached to his boxers. "Come over here and make love to me already," I
demanded.
He laughed. "Yes dear," he grinned as he jumped up on the bed beside me. "I
love you, I love you, I love you, ugh I'm gonna devour you with kisses," he
said playfully, his voice muffled as his mouth went descended down my neck.
I giggled as he took me in his arms, feeling blissfully, deliriously, happy. "I
love you too, Peeta. Remember when we first met? I never thought that this
would happen. Not in a million years."
He sighed. "Katniss, listen to me. I've loved you all along. And I'm not saying
that I regret making any decision before I met you, because everything I did
brought me to you, to this moment right here, right now. You are my dream, my
gift…my wife."
"My mother said that she trusted me to the right thing, as if I had messed up
somehow, or led us astray. Sometimes I wonder what she meant by that, and what
that could mean for us now," I whispered.
Peeta frowned. "I think sometimes we need to remember to love the giver more
than the gift. Listen to me; you're not your past, okay? And I'm not my past
either. What's done is done, and this is our new beginning. We need to be
grateful, and Katniss Mellark, I am eternally grateful for you. This can't be a
mistake if I had to get lost to find you. You're always loved, and you will
always be enough. "
I wasn't good with words, so I didn't know how to respond to my husband other
than with actions. He was mine, and I was his. I kissed him with everything
that I had as tears streamed down my face, tears of happiness and joy and love.
I let him hover above me gently, felt his kisses take their time to worship my
body, and then I his. I parted my legs to allow him inside me, to feel that
connection that we would always have. Then, as he moved inside me, as he gazed
down at me, lovingly, I knew. I wasn't prudent, but I was pure. For him, I was
perfect. He was my dandelion in the spring, the yellow that meant rebirth, the
reminder that no matter how bad our losses, things could be good again. He was
my hope, and he had saved me.
The End.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N- As always, I would like to thank my lovely readers, and my usual
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     everybody puts up with me, but here I am! I am also really grateful
     to streetlightlove for allowing us all to contribute to S2SL. I
     couldn't think of a better reason to write smut;)
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