The Secret Life of Bees

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belong to Ms. Suzanne Collins, Scholastic, and Lionsgate Entertainment. The Secret Life of Bees belongs to Sue Monk Kidd. Lights On belongs to The Pierces (I'm vaguely obsessed with their first album, heh).

Thanks to: SavannahHershey, my beta and fangirl-in-crime, Alaina Downs, and orea domina!

Ships: Katniss/Peeta, (Haymitch/Effie, Delly/Thom, Gale/OC)

Summary: Can Katniss and Peeta make things right after their first fight as a married couple? (Read: pure sex.)

Rating: M for mature language, violence, and explicit sexual situations.

A/N: Welp, this chapter is basically porn with content, seeing as Peeta and Katniss both want to bury the hatchet and move on. Please read, enjoy, review and comment! This will probably be my last posting for awhile, because I have nothing else written and little-to-no-inspiration (as much as I want to finish, damn writer's block slash real life slash job slash moving slash panic). Thanks for all the feedback and love, I really do sincerely appreciate it and take all of it to heart!

Come visit Haymitch and Effie at parachutesfromhaymitch dot tumblr dot com!

AO3: pippiblondestocking

Chapter 33: Lights On

Some people say that I want you for your money

But I really want for your body.

(Yes, oh, yes.)

Pleased to meet you, baby—

I want to be your honey,

So let's go tell your daddy and mommy.

(Yes, oh, yes.)

It's dark when Peeta comes home; the sun has set and dipped behind the mountains, and I'm sitting nervously in the kitchen when he comes in the backdoor from the mudroom. He bites his lip nervously.

"You aren't wearing a jacket, Peeta, it's cold," I say dumbly. He gives me a smirk.

"I just went next door to Haymitch's," he replies, sitting down next to me and winding an arm around my waist, drawing my head to his shoulder.

"Do you feel better?" I breathe into his flannel shirt. Peeta kisses the top of my head.

"Yeah. We had a few beers. Hashed it out. I'm sorry, Katniss," Peeta replies, lifting me into his lap. I shake my head against his neck.

"No, Peeta, I'm sorry. Please let me be sorry," I beg him as I lean into his embrace. He shakes his head.

"My dad used to tell me that you shouldn't go to bed angry, Katniss," he says, rubbing my back.

I'm too tired to cry, so I just sigh. "I'm sorry that I didn't respect your limits or boundaries or space. I'm sorry I forgot what you went through. I'm sorry that I broke my promise to you. It won't happen again in the future, Peeta. I'm going to be respectful and supportive," I swear, knotting my fingers in his.

"Thank you, Katniss, that means a lot to me," Peeta replies, rocking us back and forth. "I'm sorry that I overreacted back there. I should know what it's like to lose track of time. I'm sorry that I said those terrible things to you. I know that you appreciate me. I just got lost in the moment. I can't promise that it won't happen again, but I'm going to do my best, okay?"

"That's all we can ask for, Peeta," I whimper.

"Katniss, Haymitch told me everything about you and the beekeeping. And I think I finally get it. Bees. Pollen. Spring. Flowers. Hope. Rebirth. Promise. I'm sorry, I should have put the pieces together before," Peeta says in one breath. I nod.

"Peeta, it's okay. I have this nasty Seam habit of being very secretive when I shouldn't be," I counter.

"Katniss?" Peeta utters, holding my chin in his hands and turning my eyes up to his. So, so blue. So, so very distracting. "I'd like to sell your honey and candles in the bakery. It's our bakery, after all."

"Thank you, Peeta, I'd like that. Will you paint the labels?" I ask shyly, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Of course, Katniss. I thought you'd never ask," Peeta replies, returning my kisses with his own, firm and steady and even and deep, asking for my forgiveness, even though I should be asking him. I won't deny him anything, I think as I lose myself in his kisses.

This won't get any easier

Now that your heart is beating in my hand.

I'll try not to destroy you, baby,

Even though we both know I can—

Oh, you know I can.

"We should go to bed, Peeta," I say as his lips leave mine and make a hot trail down my neck, to my collarbone.

"We're not really going to bed, are we, Katniss?" Peeta says dangerously. I can feel his erection against my bottom, and I shake my head.

"Not exactly," I blush.

"I'll bet you changed the sheets this morning, didn't you?"

"Mmm hmm," I moan against his lips.

"Good. I want to make them smell like you again and again and again," Peeta licks my ear.

He scoops me up in his arms, and we make our way out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up the stairs. He kicks open our door, and I'm laughing at how ridiculous we must look as we tumble into our bedroom. He drops me on the bed and begins pulling my clothes off in earnest.

"Peeta!" I whine. "The lights!" He smiles devilishly at me.

"Not tonight, Katniss. Tonight, I want to see you, all of you," he groans as my hands unbutton his shirt, and I tug his undershirt up and out of his pants. His mouth returns to my neck as I fumble with his belt and trouser zipper.

"I'll allow it," I gasp as Peeta's mouth latches onto my nipple. I always gasp when he does this, but tonight his teeth are nipping at my soft skin with a ferocity that I've never seen before, and his soft rosebud mouth is working wonders as his hand goes to my other breast, and all of the blood and heat and wetness flow to my core, beneath the pit in my stomach.

Make love with the lights on, baby,

Tell me what you see.

Clear the bed to lie on, darlin',

Make a mess of me.

Here's my dress to try on, baby,

Let me be your man.

I will call you pretty, darlin',

Tell me what I am.

It's as if he tongue never leaves my nipple, pressed against my own skin, driving my hips closer and closer to his. Peeta takes a moment to return to my mouth, ravishing my tongue with his, and his free hand dips between my thighs and then back up to my cheek, before his mouth plants itself on then other breast, and he suckles like he's never suckled before. My nipples are flushed and red and puckered as he goes to work, flicking and flitting his tongue, rolling my nipple, and teasing me between his teeth.

"Peeta," I keen and arch my back, and he comes up for air, rolling both of my breasts under his hands, and kissing me deeply. "Peeta…," I moan again, running my hands through his soft hair, and up and down his strong back, drawing him into closer to me, between my legs. I look down as he kisses my neck and breasts and stomach, and I can see that his hardness is already stiff and engorged, and ready to be inside of me. I don't really mind having the lights on, I think breathlessly. "Peeta, I want to make you feel good," I wail.

"You always make me feel good, Katniss," he sighs into the valley between my breasts as his fingers play with the bundle of nerves between my legs.

"Peeta, I want to make you feel good," I say again, pushing myself up against him, then kissing him, and finally maneuvering him onto his back. "Please, let me make you feel good," I whimper as I kiss my way down his stomach, across his pecs and down his happy trail, until his erection is in my hands and in front of my face.

I've never been this close up before, and I can see every vein that makes me tremble so viciously, and I can see the creamy liquid pooling at the tip, on his slit, and I'm admiring his muscle before I resolve to take the plunge.

This won't get any easier

Now that your heart is beating in my hand.

I'll try not to destroy you, baby,

Even though we both know I can-

Oh, you know I can.

"Oh my God, Katniss, are you going to do what I think you're going to do?" Peeta moans, running his hands through his hair as my fingers wiggle into his nest of pubic hair.

It's Peeta, just Peeta, think how good he makes you feel, inside and out. How good this felt against your thigh in the cave, on the train. It's a part of him. Love it. And with that, I cautiously bring my lips to the tip, kissing away the liquid that's accumulated lightly. Peeta groans and bucks his hips. I continue to draw the tip into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his head, tasting Peeta for what seems like the first time. He's salty and slightly bitter, but not at all unpleasant. It smells vaguely like yeast rising.

"Katniss," he groans again, grinding his hips and rubbing his eyes. I take more of him into my mouth, his member pressed against my tongue, and I start to suck, taking him deeper and deeper, until I've got him in almost to the hilt, and my nose is buried into his pubic hair. I run my tongue over every vein and muscle, sliding up and down his penis, trying to take in every iota of him. I come up for air, and look him straight in the eye. A faint smile plays upon his lips, and his eyes are squeezed shut.

"Don't stop, Katniss, it feels so good," he encourages me, and I take him into my mouth once again, and I feel the hot blood rush toward his member, into my mouth. He's throbbing as I bob my head up and down, taking him into my mouth the way I take him into my womanhood. He's thrusting with my motions, and I that find his hands make their way to my hair, and he starts to buck his hips against my face.

"I'm sorry, Katniss" I won't push you," he mews.

"It's okay, Peeta," I whisper as I stroke him up and down his long velvety length. I've never thought about how much of him there is to put in me, I use. I bring my lips back to him, peppering his member with kisses, bringing my lips to his pubic hair, and feel his testicles, hard against my mouth.

Oh, oh, oh—

C-c-c-can I have your number?

Can I have you, baby?

Can we run away together?

(Yes, oh, yes.)

I would walk on water,

I would walk on fire,

I would sell my soul to the devil.

(Yes, oh, yes.)

"Oh God, Katniss," Peeta cries, unexpectedly bucking his hips against my head, his hands knotted into my hair, but my mouth is ready to receive him, and I suck hard. I keep sucking the whole way up his shaft as I pull up and he inches out, and every nerve and vein is standing at attention, and I swirl my tongue and lips around his head, slipping into the nooks and crannies of the tip, feeling each and every wrinkle, into his slit. I let my teeth nip him lightly as I take a deep breath and take him wholly into my mouth again, sheathing him with my lips, as he thrusts wildly, pushing me toward him.

"I'm so close, Katniss," Peeta whimpers, caressing the back of my neck. I nod, and slide my tongue up and down his length as I take his tip between my lips again and draw liquid from his prick. I suddenly feel his member seize and expand and surge, and everything is coursing through it right now, and with sudden spasm of his muscle, he empties himself into my mouth.

"Katniss," he whispers as he clutches my hair, falling back onto the pillows, a smile creeping across his face, but not as quickly as the red flushes his cheeks.

It's odd, but I reckon that it tastes like egg yolks, and I don't mind so much. It tastes like Peeta, I think as I swallow it and find my breath. I smile at him as I crawl and kiss my way back up to his shoulders.

And this won't get any easier

Now that your heart is beating in my hand.

I'll try not to destroy you, baby,

Even though we both know I can—

Oh, you know I can.

Peeta is out of breath and flush and shaking as I come to rest my forehead against his. He smirks at me as I bring my lips to his, and he opens his mouth, greedily tasting himself on my lips.

"That was good, Katniss. But now I'm going to make you come," he teases as his hands wind their way down to tailbone, and he flips me over. "It's my turn," he growls as his lips make their familiar way down my stomach. His hands have driven my thighs open, and his hand has already found my clit, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

"Peeta," I cry, already out of breath as he fondles my breasts with his free hand. He rests his golden head at my belly button as his hand plays between my legs. One finger finds it way in slowly, and I cry out as he takes his excruciating time. "Peeta," I cry again as he kisses my belly button, grinning at me.

"Katniss," he sighs as another finger goes in, and my hands fly to the back of his neck and into his hair, bucking my hips against him and pressing his head down inadvertently. He pumps in and out deliberately, watching me intently as I writhe against the pillows, moaning his name.

"Please," I wail, my hands finding their own way between my legs, grabbing his, and pushing my hips down against his fingers. Peeta purses his lips and adds a third finger, curling them inside of me, his thumb making rapid circles against my bundle of nerves.

"That's what you like, Katniss," Peeta says as his face disappears between my thighs, and the next thing you know, his mouth has latched onto my clit, rolling it between his tongue and his lips. His tongue separates my lips, and he sucks deeply, pulling my clit into his mouth and my lips against his. Peeta teases his tongue up and down my slit, slowly then quickly, flicking and flitting, exploring me gently.

The pressure is building up within my core as Peeta pulls my arousal back like the string of a bow, and I lose control, thrusting my hips against his face as I feel his nose buried in my womanhood, smelling me, tasting me, pleasuring me. I shut my eyes and fall back into the pillows, grinding down on him as his tongue slips inside of me, pumping in and out, sliding up and down against my walls.

"Peeta!" I whine, tugging his blond curls. But he doesn't relent—his tongue inside of me against my walls picks up its pace, his lips making quick work of my nub. The colors before my eyes swirl into a blur and fade into white as I scream his name while his tongue fucks me numb. Suddenly, Peeta's tongue and lips and mouth release the quiver, and I collapse into a pool of come as I drown Peeta's face in the river between my legs.

Make love with the lights on, baby,

Tell me what you see.

Clear the bed to lie on, darlin',

Make a mess of me.

Here's my dress to try on, baby,

Let me be your man.

I will call you pretty, darlin',

Tell me what I am.

He reverently kisses the insides of my thighs, then wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, and returns his mouth quickly to mine, his hardness pressing against my core yet again. Without a moment's notice, he thrusts into me, and his member is sheathed within my center with one movement. My hips nook into place against his, and I struggle to catch my breath in his mouth as his lips take dominance over mine. His kisses match the pace of his movement within me.

Peeta wraps his arms around my waist and rests on his elbows, angling himself up, and I reach up to kiss him. He brings his mouth to my breast and sucks hard, teasing my nipple with his teeth as I cry out in pleasure. Not wasting any time, he starts driving into me at this new angle, my hips elevated to his, his hips more parallel. I bring my knees up to my sides, and he smiles at me as his brings his arms around them, leaning over me and going even deeper.

My nerves and walls are on fire, which is ironic, considering how wet I am, and his member is swelling and pounding and throbbing within my walls. I struggle to constrict my walls around him as he thrusts into me, my breasts bouncing as hips hold mine fast to the bed. He's hitting every sensitive spot deep within me. I grab my own breasts, feeling the pebbles that are my nipples, and moan Peeta's name until it's every breath.

"You're so beautiful, Katniss," Peeta whimpers huskily as his movements become more even and deep and constant.

"Oh my God, Peeta, please, right there!" I cry out as he hits the bundle of nerves buried deep, up by my cervix. "Yes, please, there!" I shout, my hips bucking up as my thighs begin to shake. It's almost like there is a flower deep within me, blooming, it's petals stretching out for the first time as Peeta fucks me senseless. I feel another wet rush between my legs, rushing out, swirling around his member buried deep within me as I constrict and contract and release against him.

(Yes, oh, yes.)

(Yes, oh, yes.)

(Yes, oh, yes.)

(Yes, oh, yes.)

"Katniss," he moans as my legs fall down and wrap themselves around his thighs, bringing him in closer to me. Peeta's chest presses against mine as he draws himself down closer to me, his hands on my breasts, his lips all over my shoulders. I drag my hands across his back, his chest, his hair—every part of him available to touch, and I can feel his muscles trembling.

Peeta's deep, even, steady strokes become unpredictable as he thrusts in and out of me, almost withdrawing but not quite, only to drive back into me and fuck me from his base. I feel his penis throb with desire and arousal and blood and heat, and I feel the shaking from his hilt that I felt while he was in my mouth. Peeta brings his lips back to mine, crushing my mouth with his as he drives his release into my core, releasing a cry into my mouth. I moan with him, arching my back as Peeta fills me to the brim with his essence.

I play with his hair between my fingers as he draws in shaky breaths against my neck. Peeta kisses my chin, my cheeks, my jaw line as he pulls back to look at me. He smiles at me weakly as he slips out of me, but he doesn't roll off of me. Peeta caresses my cheek with a calloused hand, and I sigh and lean into his touch. He kisses me softly at first, then deepens the kiss, and I still feel that fire, that heat, that desire licking and burning me from the inside out. With his arms wrapped around me, he falls to his side.

"I have to turn out the lights, Katniss," he murmurs against my hair as one hand falls away, finding its way to the lamp switch. I nod.

"I love you, Peeta," I sigh when the lights go off and he brings our clean fresh covers over us.

"I love you too, Katniss," Peeta replies, kissing me in earnest. "By the way, you've got the wet spot tonight."

Make love with the lights on, baby,

Tell me what you see.

Clear the bed to lie on, darlin',

Make a mess of me.

Here's my dress to try on, baby,

Let me be your man.

I will call you pretty, darlin',

Tell me what I am.