my-peeta

Alright everybody, I promised smut and fluff after PiP, so here be the smut. This is a continuation of a drabble series I started back on Halloween in which Katniss escapes dealing with her sort of an ex by making out with Peeta. Part 1 here, and Part 2 here. Part three continued below the cut because…well because of smut. ;-D

Many thanks to the fantastic abbythebear for her editing prowess and always hilarious comments. I really wish you guys could read some of the things she said on this one. I may post them later.

Happy reading!


Surfacing slowly from sleep, Katniss groans. She was having the most wonderful dream. The last remnants of it escape her grasp and she sighs. That’s when she notices something odd. Something heavy lies over her stomach, pinning her to the bed, and a cool breeze tickles across her bare shoulder.

Why is there a breeze in her bedroom?

Cracking her eyes, she checks her immediate surroundings. Cream curtains dance in the winter breeze and the stark morning light filters through the gauzy fabric. Katniss pulls the unfamiliar blue comforter up over her body and the loose shirt she’s wearing slips further, exposing some of her upper arm. The bed shifts beside her and the weight over her middle tugs her into a solid, warm body.

The previous night comes flooding back and she nearly leaps from the bed, but Peeta’s arm tightens around her, an iron band holding her to him. He mumbles something and she turns her head to look at him.

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the-peeta-pocket asked:

HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE are you in IB right now???

Why yes. Yes I am haha. And I’m just a breath away from flat out losing my mind; IB exams are imminent and basically all the seniors are walking through the valley of the shadow of death.

ANYWAYS lol, dramatics aside, I’m guessing you were/are in IB as well?