My friend, @akai-echo , was in need of smut some time ago. I had this lying about but it will probably not make it into any future chapters so I revised it and posted it here below the cut for you. Enjoy and Happy Sunday :)! Unbeta’d and rather explicit.
“Close the doors,” she whispered.
Peeta obeyed, his heart pounding like Sultan’s hooves when he rides him hard over the planes, thrumming with barely contained power. The closed door left them outside of the house, though the garden was walled off, perched as it was on the cliff overlooking the sea, with only a stairway to connect the enclosed slice of tropical paradise from the surf crashing onto the beach below. He had so much to share with his wife and longed to unburden himself of the events of the evening. But when he perched at the edge of the divan, she kissed him, leaving him dizzy and stealing his every thought from his mind.
“He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that’s no good, no good at all… So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.” (CF)
“ ‘Leave me,’ he whispers. ‘I can’t hang on.’
‘Yes. You can!’ I tell him.
Peeta shakes his head. ‘I’m losing it. I’ll go mad. Like them.’
Like the mutts. Like a rabid beast bent on ripping my throat out. And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him…It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth.” (MJ)
“It’s weird, how much he’s noticed me. Like the attention he’s paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.”
Surely both, for he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feet, and moves toward me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for me, too, to caress my face, I think. My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.