Falling For You

Chapter 18

My breathing gets heavier as I walk through town back towards the house. I'm constantly paranoid that everyone is looking at my stomach. That they all know somehow. I'm only three months pregnant, and I'm barely showing, but for some reason I can't shake the feeling that someone's going to find out. I walk past Haymitch's house and consider telling him, just to get it over with, but decide against it. I want Peeta to go with me. I open the door to our house, and am immediately enveloped in the smell of warm apple pie. Peeta's been baking. "Peeta?" I peer into the kitchen, as I'm taking my boots off, but I don't see him. "Katniss, you're back." His voice comes from behind me. I twist around to see him wearing the same white t-shirt and khakis from earlier, now coated with flour. "Yeah. I'm back." I walk past him into the kitchen to find the source of the smell. "You might wanna let that cool first." Peeta says, as I'm about to get a piece of the apple pie sitting on the counter. "Okay... How long do I have to wait?" I ask, trying to sound casual, but I really want to eat the whole pie right now. "Maybe ten-fifteen minutes?" He says. "It just came out of the oven." I nod, chewing on my lower lip. He laughs, probably realizing how disappointed I am. I blush, looking away from him. It's not funny. "I'm gonna go get a shower and get ready for bed." I say, turning on my heels, and walking upstairs.

I turn the shower water off and step out onto the fuzzy blue mat we keep in the bathroom. I go to grab my towel off the track, but stop. My towel from last night is no longer there and now a new one is in it's place. Peeta's. He must've done the laundry while I was out. I reach out and run my fingers over it. It's still a little damp from his shower earlier today. I pick it up and smell it. It smells just like him. My heartbeat quickens and my palms get sweaty. Something about the idea of using his towel, excites me. Maybe it's all the extra hormones, or maybe it's the thought that something that's been on his naked body will now be on mine. I avoided doing anything sexual with Peeta since our honeymoon, other than that night on the train, and I don't intend to, but that doesn't mean I don't think about it. I dry my body off, slowly, then my hair. I get dressed in comfortable clothes, some pajama shorts and a t-shirt, and hang the towel back up. Then I rush downstairs to where a freshly baked apple pie is waiting for me.

I sit with my legs crossed, eating my pie, in silence. It's better than I imagined, warm and gooey, and perfect just like everything Peeta bakes. Peeta and I decided to eat our pie in bed. Once I finish, I set the plate down on the nightstand and lay down. Peeta copies me, making me smile, even though I don't want to. It's cute how he always seems to be in sync with what I'm thinking. He turns on his side towards me, close enough for me to feel his warmth. He doesn't say anything, like he has for most of the night, he just watches me. Out of nowhere, he rubs his hand along my waist, right where our  baby is, making me blush. "This is still okay right?" He asks, of course he's always putting my comfort above his. "Yes." I nod, trying to get the heat to fade away from my face. I've missed this. I've missed the feeling of his hands on me. I stare at the ceiling, even though I can feel his eyes on me. My blush travels over the rest of my body, setting me on fire. I keep my face a mask of indifference, hiding my real feelings, but I can't control my body. I squirm slightly, then freeze. Dammit! Why do I have to be so sensitive. I catch Peeta smiling at me and this time I control my blush. "What?" I ask. "You're just so... pure." He says, catching me off guard. Pure? I am anything but pure. "You of all people should know i'm not anything close to being pure." He shakes his head, disagreeing with me. "You are. Even now that you're pregnant you still won't admit how I make you feel." I swallow hard. Is it really that noticeable? "I've heard you touching yourself. In the shower. You say my name every time." Shit. It takes all the restraint I have not to get up and run. He's heard. The first time was on our honeymoon, but it wasn't the last, and now he knows. "I know you don't love me, and that's okay. But I want you. Any way I can get you..... I guess what I'm trying to say is I just want you to know that I'm always here." He rests his hand on my thigh, not breaking eye contact with me, as he waits for me to say something. I feel like my voice is stuck in my throat. This is exactly why I've been trying to keep my distance from him. Because I still don't know how I feel about him and I don't want to take advantage of him. But isn't that exactly what he's proposing I do. I grab his hand and push it down closer to my inner thigh. One look at his face and I know this isn't just for my benefit. He leans in and kisses me, making my heart feel like it's going to jump out of my chest.

    In one quick motion, my shorts are off and his fingers are inside of me. I groan, grabbing a fistfull of his hair, as his fingers pump in and out of me like clockwork. This is all I've thought about for months, and now it's finally happening. With his other hand, he grabs a fistful of my t-shirt, knotting it around his fist. He pulls his fingers out of me and takes my t-shirt off, leaving me completely naked. He doesn't seem surprised to see that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, as he leans down towards me, pressing his lips to my chest. His fingers still grip my t-shirt, as he kisses all down my chest and over my breasts. I feel like everything is moving in slow motion. I moan again, as he continues going down, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I grab a fist full of the sheets, as his lips replace the void the absence of his fingers left.

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