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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_Trilogy_-_Suzanne_Collins
  Relationship:
      Katniss_Everdeen/Peeta_Mellark
  Character:
      Katniss_Everdeen, Peeta_Mellark
  Additional Tags:
      Prompts_in_Panem, Day_5, intimate_portraits
  Series:
      Part 11 of One-Shots
  Collections:
      Prompts_in_Panem_Collection_-_March_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-30 Words: 4162
****** Sweetheart ******
by PeetasAndHerondales
Summary
     “You’re too old to be so shy,” he says to me so I stay the night.
     Day 5 Challenge
     Inspired by picture #9
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
 
Sixteen candles flickered brightly in front of me as he pushed the cake towards
me. I gulped. Night had fallen, and I could barely make out his midnight blue
eyes in the candlelight. But I could tell that they were darkened with lust.
His voice was low and husky. “Make a wish, Sweetheart.”
I took a deep breath.  I want to be yours, I thought, and then I blew out the
candles, leaving us in near darkness. I heard the scraping of a chair as he
stood up and his heavy footsteps behind me. And then suddenly, I felt his moist
lips on my neck, his rough palms on my breasts. I shivered.
“Peeta,” I whimpered.
“Did you wish for this, Sweetheart?” he asked as he trailed his arm down
towards my navel, stopping just above my waist, where I wanted him. I nodded,
and then remembered that he couldn’t see me.
“Y-yes,” I stuttered.
His hot tongue trailed a wet path along the shell of my ear. “Well then you’re
in the right place,” he said, and I jumped when I felt his warm breath in my
ear. He let go of me and turned on the light. I blinked rapidly, rubbing my
eyes as I tried to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lights.
“It’s time to cut the cake,” he smirked when I looked up at him in confusion.
It was then that I took a full minute to appreciate what he had done for me.
The cake was absolutely mouthwatering. He had made my favorite-- black forest
cake with whipped cream and strawberries on top. “How did you know this was my
favorite?” I asked him in confusion as he took out a knife and began slicing
it.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said simply, as if that wasn’t creepy at all. He
took a huge slice and placed it on a plate with a fork, passing it over to me.
“Have you read your birthday card yet?” he asked.
I nodded rapidly as I stuffed my mouth in delight, picking up the dark green
envelope with Katnisswritten neatly on the front. I hadn’t actually read it
yet. I opened it and took out the card and frowned. It was an erotic picture of
a man’s arm tugging on a woman’s braid, but you could only see her bare back
and transparent black panties as he cupped her ass, pinching the space between
her legs. The hand that was tugging on her braid wore a black spiked bracelet
on its wrists; I quickly looked up and noticed that Peeta was wearing one just
like it. The fact that my braid was also identical to the one on the picture
did not escape me either. Peeta smiled darkly.
I sighed without comment as I opened the card. The words “You’re mine”were
already written on it, and Happy 16th Birthday, Sweetheartwas written below
that in Peeta’s seductive handwriting. I wasn’t even sure what the original
point of the card was, but whatever.
“What do you think?” Peeta asked after a moment, and his wolfish grin did not
hide anything.
I pursed my lips, suddenly not feeling so hungry anymore. “I’m a virgin,” I
blurted out before I could help myself.
He chuckled. “Not for long,” he assured me. He then raised a blonde eyebrow.
“Or is that not why you came?” he asked.
I bit my lip. I was afraid, that was a given. But I was also curious, and more
importantly, I was turned on. No one could deny the fact that Peeta Mellark was
the best lay in town, or the most handsome man in the area, and the heat
gathering between my legs was proof of that. Madge Undersee had told me that
when she had lost her virginity to him, he had called her Baby. Delly
Cartwright had been called Honey. And now he was calling me Sweetheart, even
though I wasn’t particularly fond of the nickname.
But I didn’t tell him that because I knew it was against his rules to protest
the nickname. He acted like it was an imperative rule to the whole process,
like it was sacred to him. He was a womanizer, and part-time Dom. Except that
most of the girls who sought him were clueless virgins like me, so he prepared
us first. Only I wasn’t interested in that kind of lifestyle, I just wanted
him. In fact, I was pretty sure that most of the girls who had lost their
virginity to him just wanted to get laid, but he didn’t mind that as long as we
obeyed him.  It was either follow his rules or call it off. And I would do
anything he told me to do in the dark, if only I knew how. “I’m scared,” I
finally admitted, blushing.
“Hey,” he said as he took my chin between his callused fingertips so that I
could look into his blue orbs. “You’re my favorite one, Sweetheart,” he told
me.
I smiled. “Really?” I asked hopefully.
He grinned, revealing a set of perfect white teeth, and I couldn’t decide if he
looked more like a handsome prince or the Big Bad Wolf. “Of course. I don’t
bake delicious cakes or buy birthday cards for just anybody, you know. Plus,
we’re next-door neighbors. We go way back,” he winked. “You’re too old to be so
shy.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. He was right, of course; we didgo way back. Even
though Peeta was five years older than me and a college graduate, I had known
him all of my life. I trusted him. He had always been kind to me, and in the
end, I was the one who had ended up at his door. I was tired of seeing other
girls standing on his doorstep, of the jealous pang in my stomach I got every
time I saw him kiss one of those girls. Peeta Mellark may not be mine, but I
wanted to be his.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, feeling braver.
He smiled. “Are you done with your cake?” he asked.
I nodded, and he led me into his bedroom. He closed the door firmly behind him
as I looked around his room in the dim light. He had candles lit in every
corner. I wondered if he had done this all for me. The king-sized bed took up
most of the space, and across from it was a dresser, and beside that was
another door that was probably his closet. Paintings covered the walls, but I
couldn’t tell what they were of. Two night stands with more candles flanked at
each side of the bed. That was it. Peeta Mellark was extremely tidy for a guy
his age. Then again, his dirty underwear could be stashed beneath the bed for
all I knew.
He stood behind me then, just like he had done earlier, breathing down my neck
as his fingertips trailed down my naked arms.  His hands reached the hem of my
green dress as he kissed my neck, and he slowly pulled it over my head. Now I
stood in only my dark lace bra and panties and my matching black fuck-me heels.
“You’re so lovely,” he murmured as he released the clasp of my brassiere in one
practiced movement.
 I gasped when it fell from my arms and he cupped my bare breasts, kneading
them and pinching my sensitive nipples. I threw my head back to rest on his
shoulder as his greedy mouth latched to my neck, his hips grinding into my ass.
I could feel his hardness behind me as he suckled and nipped a path from
beneath my earlobe to the curve of my shoulder. My sensations were on
overdrive, and I reached one arm behind me to curl my fingers into his soft
blonde hair.
“Look in the mirror,” he commanded, and I turned towards the mirror above the
dresser as he staggered us forward to stand in front of it. My gray eyes were
wide and wild as he yanked on my long dark braid. “This is our little secret,”
he whispered, and he slid his large hand beneath my black panties to cover my
crotch.
My breaths came out hitched as he slid a finger into my folds.  He rubbed my
clit slowly as his pink tongue lapped at my neck, and it suddenly came upon me
that he had yet to kiss my mouth. I wondered if that was against his rules too.
But I didn’t get the chance to shape this thought into words, as suddenly my
eyes were rolling back when he began circling my clit faster, the burning and
the unexpected hunger consuming me. I ground my pelvis against his hand as he
slipped in another digit, this one darting into my entrance. I bit back a moan.
This was more painful; I had never fingered myself.
My gasps filled the silence as a tight wire coiled in my belly, his opposite
hand pinching and pulling my taut nipples. “Peeta.” I breathed as the sharp
points on his bracelet scratched my skin.
“Yes, Sweetheart?” He circled my clit faster and faster, using his fingers to
spread my wetness around it.
“Please,” I cried as I reached behind me to grasp his still-clothed, hard cock.
“Please what?” he asked, but it was too late; the hot wire in me uncoiled as I
lost sense of everything, finally relieved from the fire that had been burning
me.
He kept fingering me until I became too sensitive, and then he let go of me so
that he could pull back the covers on his bed, laying me back on it as he
hovered over me, still fully dressed. “Undress me,” he said.
So I did. He helped me as I awkwardly unbuttoned his long-sleeve dress shirt
and unbuckled the belt on his slacks. We had both dressed up for the occasion
without actually prearranging to it. We tossed his clothes on the floor beside
mine as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. I was still wearing
heels and panties, and he was still wearing his black cotton boxers. “Should I
take off my shoes?” I asked quietly.
He shook his head. “No. Leave them on. I like them.” And then he pulled off my
panties, his mouth hovering over my thighs as he did so. I could feel the cut
ridges of his thumbs over the goose bumps on my olive skin. He licked his lips
as he took a good look at me. “I’m going to ravage you, Sweetheart,” he told
me, and I nodded numbly.
He began by splaying my legs open for display, brushing slowly up and down my
thighs with his hands. He settled in between my legs, staring right into my
core, as if in deep contemplation, and I inevitably began to feel self-
conscious. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He shook his head. “Nothing. You’re exquisite.”
And with that, he peppered kisses all along the inside of my legs, taking his
sweet time with each side until he reached my center. I grasped the sheets into
my fists in eager anticipation. I couldn’t take it any longer; I wanted him
now.
My eyes squeezed shut under their own accord and my mouth fell open when I felt
the first wet stroke of his tongue over my folds. “Oh,”I gasped as my brain
struggled to process this new sensation. I pulled on the loose curls on his
head as he ran his tongue slowly, torturously, over me. He teased and flicked,
nibbled and licked. My back arched up as I cried out. The sounds and whimpers I
was making were hardly human as I panted his name in between strokes. “Fuck,
fuck, fuck, Peeta,” I chanted.
The heat of his tongue was only teasing the fire that was consuming me again. I
pulled his hair so hard he groaned, and I could feel my nails digging into his
scalp and neck. I was in another realm, one where everything was bright and
blurry and full of bliss. My hips pushed into him shamelessly, and he tugged my
throbbing bundle of nerves in between his teeth as I screamed. He suckled it
into his mouth, running his tongue over it skillfully. My shaking legs pulled
him into a headlock.
He looked up at me with his darkened orbs, and I felt his cocky smile over my
folds. He began to hum, and the vibrations of his mouth nearly pushed me to the
edge, and I knew that I was almost there. He continued to watch me, eating me
with his mouth and fucking me with his eyes. “Peeta…” I managed to gasp; my
eyes were losing focus.
He pulled his hands away from my thighs and used one to pull at my pebbled
nipple while the other drifted down to push his thick fingers into me again.
With one last suck of my clit, I burst. I saw the heated explosion behind my
eyelids, deafening me with its white noise. I could still feel his tongue
exploring, delving into the crevices of my folds until I became too sensitive.
I accidently kicked him behind the head when he pulled away. “Ow!” he groaned
as he wiped his wet mouth, licking his lips, savoring my fluids.
“Sorry!” I blushed, embarrassed.
He pulled my legs down gently and smirked, “S’okay, it happens,” he assured me.
He sat up, and I noticed the prominent bulge straining to escape from the
confines of its cotton prison. I wondered what he looked like. I licked my
lips.
 “Would you like to do the honors?” he asked when he noticed me staring,
raising his eyebrow again.
“How?” I asked helplessly. It seemed like a stupid question, but I was
seriously clueless. The outline of his dick was horizontal, but still obvious
with its impossible thickness. It was like it was trying to hide, but was
utterly failing at being shy.
Peeta smiled patiently. “Like this,” he said as he took my tentative hands to
the elastic waistband of his boxers. “You pull out, and then down. It’s easy,”
he said. He let go of my hands so that I could do it on my own, and I did as I
was told, my hands instantly flailing away as his massive cock popped out like
a freaking jack-in-the box.
He laughed. “You like it?” he asked, taking it in his hand, as if taming it.
My voice caught in my throat and my eyes widened. Was that thing alive? And how
the fuck was he going to fit that inside me? My heart thudded violently against
my chest as I began to panic. Maybe this was a bad idea….
But my dread faded as he began to stroke it leisurely, and I watched in rapt
fascination as his darker foreskin glided along the veins of his length until
reaching the ridge of its head, and then settling back down when he pulled his
hand back. I gulped when I watched it twitch. The head of his cock was red and
angry, desperate for attention until Peeta circled his thumb over it, spreading
the silky beads of liquid that had erupted from its slit.
His face scrunched up and his jaw twitched, and then he ceased his
ministrations to look back at me. “You ready?” he asked. He would have sounded
completely confident if it wasn’t for the trace of desperation falling from his
voice. I wondered what he would do if I said no. Would he get upset? Or would
he simply shrug it off and finish himself off in front of me? Peeta didn’t seem
like the angry type. And I was eager to watch him come.
“Yes.” the word stumbled out of my lips in a faltering whisper.
He took me by surprise by leaning down to kiss my lips for the first time. His
soft, supple lips melted into mine, and when his tongue was allowed entrance
into my mouth, I could taste myself in him, a light mixture of sweet and salty.
He was a good kisser, too, but that was hardly surprising. His lips explored
the crevices of my mouth in the same manner that he had done with my folds, and
my core throbbed. His tongue took easy dominance of mine, guiding it as he
lapped and twirled against it to then explore the rest of my mouth. I felt so
thoroughly fucked without even having been fucked yet, but it was in that
instant that I noticed him pushing into my entrance. My long nails scraped the
back of his shoulders as I cried out, but he drowned it with his lips.
I could feel him everywhere; I felt uncomfortably full as my walls fought
against him the entire time. He was almost in all the way when he pulled out
quickly, and I was torn between feeling relieved or disappointed when he also
stopped kissing me. “Fuck, I almost forgot the condom,” he said in panic as he
opened the nightstand drawer and rummaged inside it, taking out a square,
foiled packet.
My eyes widened when the realization hit me that he wasn’t as confident as he
pretended to be. “Shit, I’m sorry, Katniss, I almost got carried away,” he
said, and I gasped. He had said my name.But he was so distraught that he didn’t
even notice, and I didn’t comment on it. He tore open the packet with his teeth
and then pulled out the condom, tossing the packet aside hastily. He rolled the
condom over his length quickly, pinching the tip before settling back down to
hover over me. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” he asked, the self-assurance
returning to his voice, but not as strong as it was before. I pulled him closer
in response, feeling braver now that I didn’t feel so alone in my fear.
He smirked. “That’s it, Sweetheart,” he said, his left arm above my head,
supporting his body.  He licked the tip of his fingers on his right hand before
rubbing them over my burning clit, which nearly sizzled in response as a low
hiss escaped from my throat. He then pushed inside me again, this time not
hesitating to go all the way in. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of
my eyes as I was overwhelmed by his considerable size. “Shh, it’s okay,” he
murmured, kissing my lips again, this time gently. I pulled his chest against
my breasts so that the hard, sensitive skin of our nipples made direct contact.
I moaned as he continued circling my clit, and I began adjusting to him. Once I
felt comfortable, he began thrusting in slowly, and in a brazen movement, my
hands flew to clutch at his perfect, muscular ass, squeezing his cheeks as he
pushed inside of me again. I felt a dulling pain when he penetrated me, but
then, before I realized it, it began to feel good.  
And all of a sudden, I wanted more. I wanted to feel full, wanted his cock to
fulfill the deep, aching chasm inside me. He must have sensed my sudden
resolve, for he began thrusting faster and faster, until he was fucking me
senseless and my breasts were smashing against his muscular chest, the
scorching friction causing a sheet of sweat to erupt from between our bodies.
He let go of my clit and moved his hand to knead one of my breasts, his mouth
trailing his way down to take my other one in his expert lips, tugging and
pulling at my tender peak with his teeth.
I was wailing now, lost in my ecstasy and screaming his name until my throat
was sore and the whole neighborhood knew that he was mine,if only for tonight.
I wrapped my legs around him and grasped at his hair, his back, his sides,
scratching his skin until I felt his boiling blood beneath my fingernails, and
he cursed loudly. I felt myself climbing into heaven again, or perhaps falling
from it, and I was so close I could almost taste it.“Are you almost there,
Sweetheart?” I heard him ask, but his voice sounded drowned and distant, and I
felt his hand over my bundle of nerves once more.
I remembered nodding, and then bursting, uncoiling, quenched from my blazing
fire. I opened my eyes in time to watch him come, his eyes rolling to the back
of his head, his body trembling above as his mouth lay agape and he emptied
himself into the condom. He instantly pulled out, and I watched in a daze as he
rolled it off of his limp cock, tying the end and tossing it on the trashcan by
the bed. I felt empty. I felt empty now that he was no longer inside of me, and
I realized then that he had been filling a space that had gone neglected and
unnoticed all this time. And as he collapsed beside me, I watched him drift off
as I lay on his chest until the steady thrumming of his heartbeat lulled me to
sleep.
===============================================================================
I woke up wondering where I was.  Peeta was staring at me from the other side
of the bed, and I froze. I was in his bed. In his room. I had lost my virginity
to him last night. I had become another piece in his collection. Another piece
in his game. I was one of them now. I would never be his lover. “Hey, don’t
cry,” he said as he wiped my tears gently, like he really gave a shit.
“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” I told him. “We both got what we wanted.”
He frowned. “I thought we were friends. Remember?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, but then I came here and ruined everything. I just took up
space between your sheets. You don’t really want me.”
He gasped, and we both stared at each other in wide-eyed silence. “I’ve always
wanted you, Katniss,” he finally replied. “I thought I showed you that last
night.”
“I thought you did that with every girl.”
“No. I never call them by their names, or kiss them on the lips, or bake them
cakes, or give them birthday cards. I never lose my cool or my confidence with
them. I was planning to use the wax from the candles to enhance your
experience, but then I realized…” he trailed off, tugging gently at my bottom
lip.
“What?”
“I realized that you weren’t here for that.”
My lips wobbled as I burst into tears, digging my head into the pillow in
shame. I wasn’t actually sure why I was crying, I just felt like we had done
something wrong, and that I had unjustly accused him of a horrid crime. I was
in love with him. I was in love with Peeta Mellark, and he had just admitted
that had feelings for me too. But what the hell did I know about love? Maybe I
was just a stupid, delusional girl, and he was fooling me with his silver
tongue.
He wrapped me into his strong, warm arms, and I cried into his chest. “I’m
sorry.” His voice caught, and I wasn’t sure why he was apologizing. “I couldn’t
do it, Katniss. I couldn’t treat you like the rest. You mean too much to me. I
realized that this whole time I’ve only been running away from my feelings
towards you. This whole time that I’ve been watching you, I’ve been thinking
that you would never notice me in the same way that I noticed you because
that’s what my mother always told me, that I was a pervert for going after you.
So I shut off my emotions and only thought about my dick. Every girl I fucked
was a way to forget that you weren’t her. I couldn’t call them by their names
because I didn’t want to get attached, and because I was afraid that I would
call out your name instead. I was a coward, Katniss. I didn’t ask you out
because I was afraid that if I opened up to you, I would get my heart broken.
But then you came to me and changed everything; you were braver because you
took the first step, and all I did was hurt you. I’m sorry I’m such a piece of
shit. You deserve better. We can’t do this again.”
I shook my head violently. “No, no, please don’t say that. Please tell me
you’ll stay with me. With me, and nobody else.” I was angry now, livid because
I was tired of everyone else taking what had obviously been mine all along.
He sighed as he looked deep into my eyes. “Okay,” he finally said as he kissed
my forehead.
“Always?”
“Always.”
End Notes
     Thank you for reading, and huge thanks to my beta, Court81981 for the
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