Just a quick note:

The first part of this will take place right after Katniss and Peeta arrive home, but right before they go back to the office to meet with HR.

A Simple Plan

Home

"How much longer do we have?"

Katniss' head laid on his shoulder, her eyes closed, body curled into his, as their Uber moved down the highway. He held her close, his own body feeling the ache of their five-hour trip home. They left a beautiful blue-skied Napa to come home to a chilled autumn.

"Not too long," he assured her.

Katniss lifted her head and she met his eyes in the dark backseat of the Prius, her own glittered and his mouth quirked knowing that she was about to do or say something completely inappropriate.

"I wanted to know…" Her hand went to his thigh, palm splaying across and fingers grazing the spot just inches where his cock was rapidly rising in his jeans. "…do you plan to go into the office tomorrow?"

He shook his head, his tongue brushing behind her ear as the hand on his thigh tightened. His mouth watered at the taste of her skin, sweet and salty.

He is a connoisseur when it comes to the many flavors of Katniss Everdeen, whether it be her pussy or her tits—he's indulged in both using his fingers and his mouth.

However, there has been one part of him that has sorely missed out.

"I took a day, thinking that I would be hung over or licking my wounds," he explained, lips now grazing at the curve of her neck. "What did you have in mind?"

Katniss tilted her head, giving him more access to that rich olive skin, and he sucked, hoping to leave his mark. Her hand reached to unbuckle his belt, undoing the top button of his jeans, and Peeta hoped that the driver didn't notice or didn't give a shit.

The question came softly. "Stay over?"

Peeta stopped his ministrations to meet her eyes. "Are you sure?"

They haven't talked about the whole logistics of this relationship. All he knows is that he is batshit crazy in love with her. Thinking back, this love had been quiet but constant since the day that they met at Panem Projects.

Katniss didn't respond.

Instead, her mouth went to his, tongue invading his mouth hungrily just as her hand dipped down under the band of his boxer-briefs to fist his cock. He fought the urge to moan as her fingers wrapped around him and begun to move languidly up and down.

"Just say yes, Peeta," she demanded against his lips.

"Fuck yes," he growled back.

"Okay, both of you—out."

They pulled apart, as the car braked abruptly in front of Katniss' apartment building. The driver turned to glare at them, and judging by his flushed face, he knew exactly what they were doing.

Peeta scowled in return. "Can you pop your trunk? I'll just get our bags."

The man grunted, and they heard the click of the trunk opening.

Katniss got out first, adjusting the skirt of her dark green dress. Before they left Napa, she and Delly had a Girl's Day which included a trip to the spa followed by shopping. His sister-in-law insisted on her getting the dress since it looked so good on against her rich skin.

He definitely agreed.

Peeta followed, going to the back of the car to take their bags from the trunk, before slamming it shut.

The Prius sped away, the tires squealing as the driver made a sharp left at the end of the street.

Katniss looked out at the road and snorted. "He's getting a bad review."

"It could be worse," he replied. "He could've reported us."

Shrugging, Katniss reached for her bag. "Let's go."

They walked into the front entrance of the building; it had obviously been a factory at one point, judging by the single freight elevator they were approaching. The walls were bare and there was no security like some of the newer apartment complexes.

Stepping into the elevator, Katniss reached into her purse and pulled out her key. Going to the floor menu, she inserted her key into the labeled '3' and turned. Immediately, the elevator doors closed from top to bottom.

"Fancy," Peeta remarked with a smirk.

Katniss looked to him anxiously. "Does it bug you that I make more money?"

"Hell no." He moved in front of her, his hands moving to her waist. His mouth met hers gently and Katniss whimpered against his tongue. Fuck—he was hard again. "You're a boss and there's nothing wrong with that. I love that you know what you want and aren't afraid to go after it. If you haven't noticed, I like a domineering woman."

She chuckled into their kiss. "You say that now, but you might change your mind once I refuse to let you come."

Peeta put his arms around her. "Why wouldn't you let me come?"

"Haven't you heard of delayed gratification?" Katniss retorted. "I happen to be a big fan of it."

"You were practically begging me to fuck you without protection in Napa." The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Grabbing their bags, Peeta followed Katniss out to the lone door at the end of the hallway. "What was that all about?"

"We've been delaying our gratification for two years." Katniss inserted the key into the doorknob lock and turned. "I think that's more than enough time."

As she fiddled with the second lock, his hand found its way to the braid she wore, playing with the braid bringing it over her shoulder.

Peeta pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, to the spot just before her spine and Katniss let out a breathy sigh. "Not yet."

Her hand trembled, attempting to put the key in. Peeta could feel her excitement and, having mercy on her, placed his hand over hers and to guide the key to the top lock. Together, they unlocked the door and Katniss turned the knob.

Reluctantly, he let her go to grab their bags before joining her inside.

The place was dark, but Peeta could see the brick wall and long windows, going from the hardware floor to the vaulted ceiling.

He placed the bags down next to the door. "So, you going to give me a tour?"

"Tomorrow."

Katniss turned, toeing off her white sneakers and pulling her dress off over her head, revealing that she had foregone her bra but was wearing tiny white panties. He could see the wet spot on the fabric revealing the drench thatch of hair underneath. She approached, pressing her chest to his, her nipples dragging across his shirt.

His eyes roved over her body, the need to taste…to touch overwhelming.

"You look delicious." His hand moved down her stomach, dipping into pure white panties. His fingers were immediately soaked, and he cupped her sex, before pushing two fingers up her cunt. She whined at the sudden intrusion but didn't protest as he began to finger her slowly. "How long have you been wet for me, Katniss?"

Her forehead went to his chest. "Since this morning."

His free hand went to a breast, palming and pinching the nipple to a sharp peak.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm tired of no follow-through," she panted as the pad of his thumb went to her clit, brushing it gently before circling around the nub slowly. "If we are going to do something, it's going to end with you balls-deep inside of me."

"God, I can't wait," he told her, his voice hoarse.

His fingers thrusted…faster…harsher into that plush cunt and Katniss cried out, the sound filling the flat.

As his thumb brushed against her clit, Katniss doubled over, wailing out her climax. "Peeta!"

She fell against him as he gently moved her fingers out of her still pulsating flesh.

Starved, he put his saturated fingers into his mouth, sucking her essence, musky and as addictive as an opiate, till they were clean.

She watched him under hooded lids, as he satisfied his craving. "Yum."

"Bedroom," Katniss abruptly demanded, taking his hand.

She tugged him further into the flat and turned into a wide, open archway.

"Middle door is the bathroom. Door to the right is my spare bedroom." Katniss turned to the left, stopping in front of the open door. "And this is my bedroom." She pressed her body to his, her hands reaching to the zipper of his jeans. "Or ours, at least for tonight."

"We can always alternate where we stay," he told her with a smile. "My place is decent." She stopped what she was doing to meet his eyes. "Or maybe eventually, find our own home."

She went up on her toes to kiss him. "I'd like that."

Reaching to the waist of his jeans, Peeta moved them down before pulling his shirt over his head.

Down to his boxer-briefs, he approached her, waiting for her instructions.

Katniss beckoned with a crook of her finger then turned to go into her room. He watched her walk, completely bare except for the scrap of cloth holding her full ass, before following.

She stood by her bed, waiting expectantly.

"Panties off," he instructed.

Eyes on him, Katniss reached for the band of her panties and shimmed them off. When she stood, Peeta roved over her; rose-colored nipples, slender waist, wide hips, and the most perfect pussy that he'd ever come across.

She pushed herself onto the mattress as he stepped fully into the room, tugging his boxer-briefs off.

Katniss watched, licking her lips as his erection was bared to her eager gaze.

Her hand blindingly reached to her side drawer, opening it, and pulling out a small square packet.

"I'm prepared," she told him, holding the condom out to him.

Taking it, Peeta opened the wrapping and pull the sheath out; holding the tip of condom, he brought it to his erection and rolled it down.

His eyes went back to Katniss, her own hazy as she watched him, her fingers grazing the coarse hair at her opening.

"Show me." Peeta moved to the foot of the bed. "Show me how wet you are."

Katniss pulled her legs up, feet on the mattress, before spreading herself in front of him. The fingers along her cunt rubbed up her labia before she dipped a finger inside herself.

Her head fell back against her pillow as she played with herself. "Oh fuck…" Her chest rose, nipples pointed in the heated air, and her back arching at her hurried movements. "Peeta!"

Peeta crawled up the mattress, covering her, gaze on her fingers disappearing inside her. He suddenly grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth, before dipping her fingers into his mouth to taste her once more.

Katniss reached up, her free hand cupping his cheek.

Releasing her hand, he leaned down to cover her mouth with his. "I love you."

She let out trembling breath against their kiss. "I love you, too."

Her thighs moved in, cradling his hips and she arched her pelvis towards him.

"Please," she begged.

"Since you asked nicely—" Lining himself up, his cock filled her in one smooth stroke. "—holy fuck." She was clenching around him so perfectly…and it felt incredible. He almost forgot to breathe at the deliciousness of it all. "Oh sweetheart, you feel like heaven."

Peeta ran his hand up her thigh, hooking it over his hip, and thrust forward, his pelvis grounding against her mound.

"You're right on my clit…" Katniss whimpered as he began to move. She met his eyes, smiling teasing. "I can't believe we're actually fucking."

Peeta let out a shaky laugh.

"Honestly, I don't know how long we'll be fucking…I'm about two thrusts away from coming."

"We can't have that now, can we?"

In one swift motion, Peeta found himself on his back and Katniss sat astride him. Her palms pressed into his chest and Katniss steady herself, getting on her knees. She bent her head down to capture his lips in a kiss as she sank down on his cock.

Foreheads pressed; they began to move once more. Peeta opened his eyes, watching Katniss in the throes of their lovemaking, memorizing every sigh and facial expression that she made.

Every part of her clenched when he pushed his hips up and if he tugged at her hair, she kissed him just a little bit harder before biting on his bottom lip.

As she rocked harder against him, hips undulating, he couldn't resist reaching for her breasts and pinching those delicious nipples.

Katniss suddenly tensed, a thick moan pouring out of her lips as she fluttered around him.

Her climax took them both by surprise and she fell against him breathless. "That's two."

Easily, Peeta maneuvered her underneath him.

He moved her hair off her face. "Do you think you could have one more?"

"I don't know." However, her eyes sparkled at the challenge as his hand drifted between their bodies. His fingers dipped into her, gathering her cream, and moving up to her clit. "Fuck!"

Then, he was driving into her, balls-deep just like she wanted.

"That's my girl," he whispered into her ear. "You know how to fuck me good, don't you?"

Peeta could already feel her quivering around his cock. "Yes…"

He laughed huskily into her ear. "You like when I tell you how good you are, don't you?" His hips pistoning as his fingers began to move around her clit, stimulating the nerve till it stood sharp. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

"I'm coming!" Katniss was cresting, her cunt pulsating around him. "Fuck…fuck…YES!"

As the last wave of her orgasm hit, Peeta felt his own release dragged out of him as he emptied inside her.

Sweaty and sated, they pulled apart, letting their breaths settle before looking to one another, identical grins on their lips.

Katniss laid back next to him, gently kissing his shoulder. "Will it always be like this?"

"Maybe…I hope," Peeta replied, pulling her close. "Doesn't matter, as long as it's with you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I had no idea you had a praise kink."

"Probably goes back to my need for straight A's at school," she said with a yawn. "I wanted to be perfect."

Peeta turned to look at her.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you already are?" She shook her head and he lifted her chin to press a soft kiss to her mouth. "I'll just have to remind you for the rest of our lives."

Katniss didn't bat an eyelash at his words, only pushing up to press her lips to his. "I love you."

One Year Later…

"Wake up sunshine."

Katniss groaned, burying her face in her pillow and hugging it for dear life. "Go away, Peeta…"

He snorted, kissing behind her ear and earning another groan—the good kind—from his girlfriend.

"Or what?" he countered.

"I'll fart on you."

Peeta snorted. "And, they say romance is dead." He wrapped an arm around her prone form, pulling her close against him. Katniss, in turn, ground her beautifully plush bottom against his morning erection. "Now, that's playing dirty."

Katniss looked over shoulder at him and smiled. "Playing dirty is what we did last night."

"I have to get going to the office soon," he pouted. "Or else I'd be bending you over my knee and spreading your thighs apart."

Her gaze went dark and Katniss licked her lips. "And, then what?"

"I'd finger you until you begged me for relief," he growled into her ear. Katniss turned to him fully, chest flushed and heaving underneath the camisole she wore. "And, when you did finally come, I'd get the satisfaction of watching your back arch so sharply that I'd finally see that there was use for those yoga classes that cost a fortune."

Katniss burst into a fit of laughter. "Are you still upset about that?"

"Last time I let Annie and Finnick take us on a couples' weekend." He looked at the clock on their dresser. "Speaking of which, I better get going before Finnick starts calling. We have to go over our new layout for the upcoming app update."

Katniss nodded, reaching up to kiss him gently.

"I'll see you at the office. I'll put our bags under my desk and print our boarding passes," she informed him. "See you for lunch?"

"Actually, I'm having a lunch meeting with Finnick," he told her with a long sigh. "But I can bring you something."

"I'll just order lunch for my department and eat at my desk," Katniss said. "Have some work to finish up before the long weekend."

"Don't work too hard. Have a little breakfast and ask one of the guys downstairs to help you with the bags, okay?"

She nodded in agreement. "I love you. Now, get ready."

Peeta pressed a kiss to her lips. "Love you." His hand went to the hem of her shirt and he leaned down to gently kiss that tiniest bit growing inside Katniss. "Love you, too."

Stepping off the elevator, Peeta was immediately greeted by Rue, the newest Engineer on Katniss' team.

She was sitting at what was his former desk and, so far, stilled glowed with that new employee shine. He couldn't blame her; she was twenty-two, at her dream company, and working under the hottest QA Manager ever.

Three months after he and Katniss' meeting with HR, a spot opened in the Design department for a Digital Artist. He had applied for the position along with his previous role as Engineer before being hired for the latter position.

Katniss encouraged him to submit his resume for the position. His experience was more Engineer-oriented, but he also had a degree in Digital Arts. She had seen his design portfolio when they were just friends and colleagues and thought that it was brilliant.

Peeta had been an easy sell for Finnick; the man had always wanted Peeta in his department but had been overstaffed. So, after applying and his interview with Haymitch and Finnick, he was offered the position within a day.

"Good morning Rue," he called out to the young girl.

Rue smiled brightly. "Hey Peeta!"

"Katniss will be coming in half an hour," he informed her. "So, if you have any morning shenanigans, better get them done now."

Rue looked at him, brows raised, and arms crossed. "Katniss told me not to listen to you."

He grinned. "That's why she makes the big bucks."

"Exactly," Rue smirked. "I'll see you later, Peeta."

With a wave, he headed towards his department, plopping down at his desk—across from Finnick—before starting up his workstation. His eyes went to the long frame propped next to his screen; he and Katniss' photo booth strip and his mouth rose as he lost himself in memories of their beginning.

"You're looking especially moony." Finnick sat in his seat, swiveling his chair to face Peeta, and grinning. "Big weekend, huh?"

"Yes." He blew out a breath nervously. "We're still going to lunch, right?"

"Yeah." Finnick held up his index and middle fingers. "'Lunch'."

Peeta chuckled. "You're being totally subtle with air quotes."

"I know." Finnick hung his head. "But I can keep a secret."

"Peeta!" They both looked up to find Haymitch Abernathy, founder of Panem Projects, grinning at him. "I heard that congratulations were in order."

He whipped around to glare at Finnick. "I thought you didn't say anything!"

"I didn't!" However, the man looked shamefaced. "I may have mentioned something to Effie when we had our weekly meeting."

"How much of something?"

"Like we were going to take a long lunch so we could pick up a certain something," Finnick admitted.

"You know that Effie is a gossip. Thus—" Peeta gestured over to Haymitch. "—him."

"Sorry Haymitch, Peeta's just nervous," Finnick told the man. "He's afraid of the answer."

"I'm sure it will be fine. Katniss obviously loves you," Haymitch assured him. "I mean, that thing that you were caught doing at the Christmas party? Only someone truly in love would allow that."

"How did they not get fired?" Finnick questioned.

"It wasn't during office hours," Haymitch said simply. "Actually, I think Effie was more upset that we had to replace the conference table."

"Can I see?" Finnick asked, practically bouncing in his sneakers.

"You've seen it already," Peeta replied with a grin.

"But it's so touching!" They walked towards the office building as Finnick spun around him. "I was there to watch this love bloom…since the moment you brought her macaroni and cheese to cheer her up, to being caught literally pants down—"

"Can we not talk about the incident?" he asked. "You're ruining this moment for me."

"Then let me look again," Finnick pleaded.

"Fine." Peeta held out the small velvet box. "But be discreet, okay?"

Finnick had already opened the box. "Annie is so going to want one of these."

"Well, it belonged to General Everdeen's mother so it's one-of-a-kind," Peeta informed him. "I was worried that it wouldn't get here in time, but I got a message from Kate that she was sent it via air."

The ring was white gold with diamonds circling a large, luminescent pearl. When he had gotten permission to propose to Katniss, three months ago, through a conference call with the Everdeens, he had asked for suggestions. Prim and Kate, through their tears, were able to give him some suggestions based on Katniss' style.

However, it was the General who had suggested his mother's ring. He said that Katniss used to admire it as a little girl. He promised that if she had found the right man then she could have it.

Five-year-old Katniss heartily agreed to his request.

Peeta met the Everdeens six months ago, Prim had managed to get some time off from the hospital she worked for and joined her parents to meet Katniss' new boyfriend, who she was now cohabitating with.

Both parents were surprisingly supportive, trusting that their daughter knew what she wanted and who she wanted in her life. Prim was excited to hear their unique love story—though they never shared it with her parents—and he had overall gotten approval.

Marcus was surprisingly easygoing for an Army man and they bonded over his position at Panem Projects. The man had been very artistic in his youth and, after retiring, had begun painting for fun.

"So, you got the approval of the family and the ring. Now, you just have to ask Katniss," Finnick said.

"I also have to tell my family," he replied. "We're going to Delly and Rye's baby shower and I don't want to steal their thunder."

"Didn't you pretty much do that during their wedding?"

They stepped into the building, heading towards the elevators.

"That was not intentional," Peeta argued, stepping into an open elevator. "I plan to tell them after the baby shower is over and then propose."

"Well, good luck man," Finnick said as the door opened, and they stepped onto their floor. "I'm sure it'll go great."

"Hey!" They both turned to see Katniss beaming at them. "How was lunch?"

"Very nice," Peeta told her, his eyes darting to Finnick.

"Did you guys get everything sorted out?"

Katniss tilted her head, peering at him, and he froze knowing immediately that she suspected something.

"It was a very productive," Finnick assured her. "I'm just going to head to my desk—"

"What's that?"

She pointed to the velvet box in Finnick's grasp.

FUCK!

Think…think you idiot!

"Finnick and Annie had an argument and he thought some jewelry might help," Peeta told her quickly.

He deserved a pat on the back for coming up with such a good lie.

"Can I see?" Katniss asked. "I think that I could give you some perspective on whether it's the right piece—"

"NO!" Finnick cradled the box protectively to his chest. "I want her to be the first person to see it."

"Well, Peeta saw it," she countered, looking between the two.

"The first female then," Finnick told her.

With that, he practically sprinted away.

Peeta went to his girlfriend. "Sorry about that. He's been really weird about this fight."

"I guess," Katniss replied. Looking around and finding no one watching, she gave him a kiss. "I'm actually looking forward to this weekend. It will be nice and calm."

"I know I was telling Finnick about us getting to actually relax." He flicked her chin. "Don't work too hard okay? We're about to go on vacation."

Katniss nodded, closing the space between them. "I missed you during lunch." Her hand went to his chest, fingers brushing against his shirt buttons. "Usually, we can take a trip home for—"

Quickly making sure that no one was around, Peeta took her hand and led her towards the elevators before darting left into an empty corridor.

Pressing Katniss to the wall, he dipped his lips down for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth, as her arms wrapped around his neck. His hand went to her outer thigh and he moved underneath her skirt to get a handful of a full cheek.

She squealed into his mouth before pulling away. "We're already the talk of the office."

"You know it's going to be the most boring three days of everyone's lives here." Peeta brushed his lips along hers, nipping at her bottom lip. "Apparently, Effie is still miffed about the conference table."

Katniss rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. 'That is mahogany!'" He laughed at her imitation of their HR Manager.

Peeta sighed reluctantly. "We better get back."

"Wait one minute." Katniss' hand was suddenly at the waist of his jeans. "Your superior is talking to you." She pressed her front to his and he could feel her peaked nipples as she moved against him. "We need to talk about your behavior."

He grinned. "I'm sorry, ma'am." His hand went underneath her skirt, tracing the seam of her panties. "Can you tell what exactly I've done?"

"I can show you."

She took his hand, leading further down the hall towards the emergency exit.

Twenty minutes later, Peeta rushed back to his desk, shirt untucked and hair slightly mussed.

Finnick took one look at him, shaking his head, before handing him the ring box. "Dude."

"I know, I know…"

Peeta turned back to his computer screen, though his thoughts remained on the feeling of Katniss coming on his fingers, her screams muffled from his hand pressed to her kiss-swollen lips.

"Peeta?"

He swiveled to look at his friend. "Yeah?"

"Zip up, man. No one needs to see that." His hand gestured at Peeta's pelvis. "Also, Effie came around looking for you, something about signing off on your PTO. I told her you were still out. You so owe me." Finnick guffawed "I'm expecting to be your first kid's godfather—whenever that happens."

Peeta nodded, smiling weakly.

It would be sooner than he thought.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Katniss smiled at the flight attendant. "I'll have a glass of white wi—" She grimaced, realizing her mistake. "—just an orange juice, please." She smiled at Peeta before looking to the woman once more. "And a chamomile tea for him."

"Thanks," he replied, finishing his message to Gale.

He and Gale had struck a tentative text friendship over the last year. Katniss had suggested checking in on the man a few weeks after they left Napa. She could see that he wanted to but wasn't sure how to get started.

All it took was a simple, 'Hi, how are you doing?' for them to get going.

Gale was single, having parted from Madge after Rye and Delly's party. He stayed at his mother's while moving out of the apartment he and Madge shared. He now owned a townhouse in Berkeley close to his office.

"How is Gale?" Katniss asked as she handed him the cup of tea.

"About the same," he replied, putting his phone away. "Delly invited him to the shower."

"Is he bringing anyone?"

Peeta shook his head. "He's been focused on work mostly."

"Must be hard for him to have go back to the scene of the crime," Katniss mused. "I'm glad that you two are talking." She took a sip from her cup, her face souring. "God, this is disgusting. This child does not want vitamin C."

"Making everything taste gross again?" Peeta asked and she nodded. He took the cup and placed it on his tray. "How about crackers?" He reached into the front pocket of his messenger bag, tucked next to him, and produced a packet of saltines. "Here you go."

"We haven't really discussed how we're going to tell them about—" Katniss waved her hand over her stomach. "—this."

"To be fair, we're kind of just finding out ourselves," Peeta replied.

Annie had been the one to point out that something seemed different about Katniss; she had laughed it off, at first.

Until her calendar alerted her about her missed period.

Then they reluctantly took a midnight trip to a nearby drugstore to get a pregnancy test just to learn that—no matter how many tests Katniss peed on—they were going to get a double pink line or 'Pregnant' result.

The ultrasound showing the seven-week fetus was the final nail in the head.

They were going to be parents.

As of two days ago, Katniss entered her second trimester.

Neither of them knew how to they were going to get through any of this.

They did agree that they were elated.

They hadn't told anyone, still processing the news, when they received the invitation to Rye and Delly Mellark's Baby Shower Extravaganza (those were the actual fucking words on the invitation).

"We should wait until after, right? So, we don't steal the attention away from Rye and Delly," Katniss said, her gaze worried. "We have three days…" She reached for her purse underneath her seat and pulled out the invitation to read it over. "…oh hell. Why do we need three days of activities?"

"Because we're talking about Rye and Delly. Nothing is done quietly; though these are more kid-friendly events." Peeta took her hand. "We're going to get through this. They're going to be happy." He looked to her worriedly. "You're happy about this, right?"

Katniss nodded, her eyes shining.

"I know that it doesn't seem like but I am. I don't really have that new mother glow at the moment," she explained. "I just feel tired and my boobs hurt. And, I'm always super horny—well that's not a bad thing."

"Fuck no, it's not," he said under his breath and she chuckled. "I don't know if I've told you enough, but I'm thrilled to become a father—especially because this is happening with you."

Katniss crooked her finger at him. "Come here and kiss me, Daddy."

"I'm mortified, but also super turned on by you calling me that."

However, it didn't stop him from leaning towards Katniss.

Cupping his face, she licked her lips before pressing her mouth to his and fuck—his erection was begging to be released. Her tongue pushed roughly against his and his arms wove around her, aching to be close.

She tore her mouth away from his, gaze hungry. "I want to touch you."

Peeta looked around, they had taken late flight, so the cabin was silent; most of the passengers preoccupied or asleep.

Turning back to Katniss, he reached to brush her cheek.

"You can touch me if you let me touch you." His hand drifted down to the underside of her breast. "Are you still sore?"

Katniss shook her head, reaching to move the armrest that divided them.

"Not so much," Katniss promised, scooting closer to him. Her hand went to his thigh, hidden underneath the open tray table. She put her head to his shoulder, mouth going to the crook of his neck—she knew it was his weak spot! "I need you."

That fear of being caught dissipated and his mouth smeared over hers. Pulling her close, he palmed her tits, moving his thumbs over her nipples teasing them to hard nubs. Her hand moved along his jeans, drawing the zipper down and pulling him out.

He moved his mouth off hers, latching onto the curve of her neck. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," she breathed quietly against him; eyes closed and her jaw tight. "I think I could come just from you touching my tits."

"Really?"

A noise caught his ear and he pulled away quickly to look out to the aisle. Their flight attendant was heading towards them—by his estimate, about six rows away.

Peeta turned back to Katniss and smirked.

"We're about five and a half rows from getting in some real trouble." His hand went to the buttons of her blouse, undoing the top three, and exposing her lace bra. Pulling the cups down, his hand went to tweaking and pulling at a taunt nipple. "So, let's see if we can get you off before that."

With that, Peeta's mouth went to her other breast, taking her nipple between his lips. Her hand fisted his hair pushing him closer and he opened his mouth taking more of full breast inside.

Her hips twisted in her seat. "Almost there…"

Peeta pressed on, his tongue flicking that sharp peak, and he groaned around her as she roughly grabbed at his hair.

"I'm collecting cups or any other garbage…"

Shit—she's coming.

He grazed at the bud with his teeth before biting down.

"FUC—" Peeta covered her mouth as her body tensed in her release.

Then they were scrambling, pulling her bra cups up, and buttoning her shirt—

The flight attendant smiled at them. "May I collect your garbage?"

"Of course," Peeta said and handed her the cups, including Katniss' full cup. "Sorry, my girlfriend is pregnant, and the juice didn't sit well with her."

"Oh, you poor girl, can I get you something else?" the flight attendant asked.

"No, just need to rest," Katniss replied breathlessly.

"I'll make sure not to bother you for the rest of the trip," the woman assured her. "I remember how it feels during the beginning of pregnancy."

Katniss turned to him, chuckling. "Thank God, we're sitting in the last row."

After zipping up, Peeta excused himself, going to the restroom as Katniss drifted off to sleep.

His hand went to the small box in his jean pocket; she had almost touched it in her quest for his dick.

How was he going to keep two secrets? One from Katniss and the other from his family?

He was well and truly fucked.

Welcome back to this universe. We're in for a ride, aren't we?

I'll see you next chapter.

-JLaLa