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I'm glad you all liked the piece. I'm more than happy to write more. I'm going to be coming out with a full length Hunger Games story soon. It's going to be a real party and I'm happy to be the host.

Peeta ran, far out of his element within the deep forest. The games were on, that cute little note and the toy gun for him. Katniss warned him with a cute little drawing that she had a bow with ammo much like the plastic bullets; squishy arrows with extra sticky tape on the ends. This made the game interesting, obviously putting the odds in her favor and rubbing it in when she wrote to find her in the forest. He remembered last month's game, ending with her ultimately winning by catching him first and getting all the pleasure. Peeta assured himself that nothing pleased him more than pleasing Katniss Everdeen, but this time? He would win, and no artist with a bow could stop him.

The couple took pleasure within these twisted games; a spin upon their lives horrors. They had turned living nightmares into kinks and fantasies. To be honest, The Sexual Humiliation Games sounded better than Hunger Games. As long as himself and Katniss were the only players in their makeshift arena, that's all that mattered to him. These rules, however, were far more laid out. Peeta smiled, thinking of the note he had put in a shoebox with intentions of keeping all notes to come. Two down, hopefully hundreds to go.

Peeta,

Your gun is your weapon, something you're skilled with. I, however, own a precious bow and arrow. Don't worry, they won't hurt you… but I might. When I win. In the forest, you'll find me waiting for you. Don't worry, next time you choose the arena.

Do not cheat… like last time. Once one of us wins… I mean when I win, like last time, no coming back to the house. In the forest is how it's happening. Deal with it.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

xoxo Katniss.

He adored her, but his love for her would not overtake his aspiration to win. He slunk, walking within the mud. Peeta stayed as quite as possible, knowing he would eventually play into her hands. About to scream her name, like he swore he would in the Hunger Games if she ran for the Cornucopia, he saw her. Katniss was hunched over a pond with such clean water, it was ice blue. Her bow was off to the side and her arrows sat beside it. This may be his only chance, Peeta figured, crouching low and planning a sneak attack within his head. Pouncing, Katniss yelled, immediately laughing when she saw her attacker. Peeta kicked her weaponry far away from where he mounted Katniss, not wanting any retaliation.

"You never came down when Haymitch interrupted us last time." He growled uncharacteristically, allowing the animal he reserved for bed with Katniss loose. He eyes smelted within lust, lifting her head for a kiss, but yearning a firm lift and a slap upon her buttock.

"I fell asleep, you wore me out." She whispered; eyes big and lips pouting. He nibbled upon her ear lobe, deciding just how to take her. She wriggled against his firm grasp, wrists tingling where he squeezed.

"You owe me." Obviously he meant nothing malicious, rather relieved when Katniss smirked mischievously.

"What are you going to make me do, Twelve? I'll do anything to save my life…" She pouted her bottom lip further, talking not like herself, but weakly. He started ripping off her clothing, piece by piece. She was in her bra and panties in no time flat, Peeta sitting back and gesturing to his pants.

"I haven't got all day." Katniss grinned like a mad woman at his statement, which was ruined by his soft and kind voice, crawling on all fours. She rubbed him through his pants, feeling just how interested he was in their game. She considered herself to be a genius for creating these sexual kinks of theirs. With much skill Peeta had no idea Katniss possessed, she undid the button on his pants with her teeth and pulled the zipper down. Pants and boxers pooled around his knees, Katniss bit her lip and tried to hide the fact she was salivating. She licked her lips, trying to stay in character.

"Is there any other way to save me?" She had no real interest, Peeta smirked and watching with much attentiveness as Katniss lowered herself onto her forearms without hesitation. She had full intentions of teasing him first, but then she remembered Peeta had one, placing a hand upon the back of her head and grasping her hair. Peeta, being the individual he was, would never force her. He would simply give the illusion. He couldn't help but let his smile grow wider when she saw how violently she was swallowing due to the abundance of drool. Of course, he was just that delicious.

"What, am I your bitch now? I love being your bitch." She growled with a smile, knowing how much he loved it when she walked dirty, lowering her mouth onto him. Peeta had no time for a retort between his gasps that escaped him every time she bobbed her head. For someone who had only done this twice in her entire lifetime, both times with him, she did this with much skill. She used her hand to cover the length she couldn't manage to fit, twisting and swirling her tongue around the tip when she came up. Katniss sucked in her cheeks and batted long eyelashes every time they made eye contact. It was sensual and beautiful.

"Oh god, that's so awesome. You're fantastic…" He chuckled, Katniss looking up to him with wide eyes and doing something that would proceed to make his mind into the bomb that leveled District Twelve.

She hummed.

Peeta's toes curled, desperately grasping at her hair as she continued the vocal assault. She made him moan in pitches he didn't even know he could reach. He threw his head back, nearly hitting the rack he sat against. She hummed again, in never ending waves, Peeta feeling himself reach a climax far too early. He pulled her lips off of him with a whimper, setting her in his lap. They exchanged sloppy kisses with violent tongues, moans, and groans. Peeta broke away, only to allow Katniss removing his shirt while she toed off his pants and boxer.

"Lie back…" Katniss rasped, moving his position so he lay upon the soft dirt. She felt pebbles and grass dig deep within her knees, but she didn't care as she dragged her teeth down his neck. Katniss maneuvered for a moment, sliding her panties off within a second or two. Peeta took a moment to touch her curves and thighs, then venturing to the warmth between her legs. She gasped, raising her body up. She was hot and ready for him, pinning his arms away so she could simply get on with it. She lowered her self onto him, groans filling the rather silent air. Katniss tried not to laugh at Peeta who had his eyes clamped tight and the grip on her thighs even tighter. She allowed him a moment to compose himself, the grip releasing and eyes opened to dilated pupils. Katniss grinded her hips against him, relishing in the sound of Peeta pushing his feet against the ground.

Katniss was clearly going to slow for his liking, for Peeta had flipped them over and started to go wild. He growled, bit down her neck, and lifted her body to match his thrusts. Katniss begged for him to give her hard slaps upon her buttock and he complied. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming, tears of pleasure spilling over her eyes. Nails raked down Peeta's back, then down his front, grazing his rock hard pectorals and abs. With as much strength as she could must, she raised her head to capture one of his nipples within her mouth. Peeta immediately slowed, moaning at her actions. She licked and suck harder, Katniss taking in the sounds until his thrusts reached their regular fast pace once more. He lowered himself, kissing her over and over until he couldn't breathe.

"Katniss…" He whispered, head low beside hers. She placed one hand upon his sweating, flexed back and the other deep within his beautiful blonde hair the glimmered in the sunlight that cascade like a fire waterfall between the trees. Katniss leaned into his ear, kissing it slightly.

"I know… I know, come on. Cum for me." She choked out, whimpered with each thrust.

"With me…" He managed before reverting to animalistic growls, thrusts losing tempo and becoming very erratic, much like Katniss' breathing. Within seconds, Peeta had to clamp his hand over Katniss' mouth, screams unavoidable and he went as far as he could while he reached his peak. They lay in silence for a moment, as if sizing each other up, before Katniss reached over into her jacket and pulled out a blue and purple flower with a deep green stem; upon consumption, ruling out pregnancy with a one hundred percent success rate. For once, she was thankful for the one day she spent with her mother.

"You win… you so win. Win. Win. Win. Your arena next time." She sighed, holding Peeta's shaking body close to hers. He was currently worshiping her body with tender kissing along the red marks and bruises he had created. Managing to crawl, she dipped into the lukewarm pond, inviting him along. They spent the rest of their day kissing and swimming, simply enjoying their existence together.

More to come, maybe. For now, I'm just going to switch the story to incomplete, okay? Good with you guys? Okay :3

xoxoPN