A/N: Okay so if you follow me over on Tumblr (thegirlonpeetamellark !) then you would have already seen this as I wrote this little drabble as a X-mas gift for my followers there. But if you don't I'm posting this here since I still receive reviews wondering if I'm going to continue this story. I wrote this as a sort of epilogue but I adore these two character incarnations so much I'm not ready to call this story finished although I have no definite plans to continue anything right now as I'm working on 'In My Head, In My Heart' pretty diligently. Anyways, enjoy!
I shake my head in refusal as my husband continues to pound into me, his fingers tightening on my hips.
He looks almost amused, but I know him better than that.
He wants to win.
And I love letting him.
"Say it, Katniss," he growls, reaching down to palm my breast, the cool metal of his wedding ring against my hot flesh.
"Make me," I purr, knowing I'm playing with fire.
I don't really care though. I'm crazy with desire and nothing is more satisfying than getting my Saint Peeta worked up in a frenzy. When he wants to win these little games we play there's really nothing he won't do.
We apparently have this thing we do, a constant game of trying to get each other crazy with need. Sometimes it's a simple matter of teasing or flirting, risky pictures or texts we send each other throughout the day. Other times, like tonight, we purposely make the other one jealous because there is nothing that gets us worked up more than the idea of someone else taking what is ours.
I saw red tonight when I came back from the bathroom only to see the bartender leaning across the counter, her low cut shirt basically shoving her breasts in my husband's face. I know he saw me out of the corner of his eye too because he had this little smirk on his face as he pretended to entertain the obnoxious woman's stories.
So I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
I moved onto the dance floor and found the hottest guy possible. I grabbed him and dragged him over closer to the bar so we were in Peeta's line of sight. I spent the next 20 minutes grinding myself into the guy's hard on as his hands gripped my hips.
I only looked up to catch Peeta's eye once or twice and both times he was staring at us with the most feral look I've ever seen in his eyes. He chest was heaving with powerful breaths and I could tell it was taking every ounce of will power he had not to come over and throw a punch at the poor, unsuspecting guy.
Eventually he got fed up, or worked up you could say. He pulled me away from the dance floor and brought me out to the car where he didn't say a word. He just broke every speeding limit known to man in his rush to get us back to our apartment.
He barely had the wherewithal to close the door when we finally got home.
He grabbed my arm and cleared off the surface of the entryway table with one swoop of his hand. As he directed me to the table to lie on my back he started to unbuckle his belt at the same time.
He had my dress pushed up and my panties tugged to the side in seconds and then he was inside me. I cried out in pleasure as he started to fuck me; hard, shallow thrusts that had me approaching my release almost instantly.
He could tell I was getting close though so he pulled out and decided to start his torture as repayment for my little dance.
He pulled me to my feet and slowly began to undress me. He unzipped my dress until it fell to the floor and then undid the clasp of my bra so I was left in just my underwear.
He directed me back to the table, lying me on my back as his head disappeared between my legs.
"You're mine, Katniss," he growled, tracing his tongue against the fabric of my panties, making me squirm with need.
He tugged my panties off and slid inside me again.
He started off slow, but then resumed his furious pace that had my back arching off the table.
"You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you?" He panted, hands digging into my hips.
"You like making me jealous so I'll fuck you like this," he said, shifting his hips so he started hitting me at a new angle.
"Oh fuck," was all I could mutter as liquid fire burst through my veins.
"Say it," he had demanded.
But I don't want to give in just yet. I'm having too much fun.
"Oh, I'll make you say it," he says, returning me to the present moment.
He pulls out and drops to his knees, his head burying itself between my legs. His mouth latches onto my already throbbing center and I cry out in ecstasy.
"I love your swollen little clit," he hums against me as he licks my folds and I know I'm ready to come undone.
But then suddenly he stops and I was riding such an intense wave of pleasure, so close to finishing, that it's actually jarring when he halts his actions.
"If you want to come Katniss, you better say it," he says and I can tell he's enjoying this far too much.
I give in, knowing that it will please my husband, knowing that's all I really want.
"I love it when you fuck me hard, Peeta," I sigh, running my hands through his golden waves.
"And I don't exactly mind when you make me jealous," he admits with a grin, returning to his feet. "Especially when I know you're doing it on purpose. It makes me crazy seeing some other guy touching you. It just makes me want to claim you as my own over and over again."
"What the ring on my finger isn't enough?" I tease, but then he pushes back inside me and I whine my approval.
"I love seeing that on your finger," he laughs, leaning over me and grabbing my hand where he places a kiss on my ring finger.
"Oh god," I moan as he starts to swivel his hips so I can feel every inch of him.
"Fuck Katniss," he pants, his hips beating against mine in a frenzy.
"Oh fuck, Peeta!" I cry out again. "I love your cock. I love having you inside me."
His grip on me tightens as he reaches down to rub my clit, making me see stars.
"You feel so good," he says, struggling to hold on, "so wet…so tight…"
My entire body tenses, white hot flames shooting through me until everything snaps and I completely lose it, the world shattering around me.
I'm vaguely aware of my own voice screaming with pleasure and the aftershocks are still hitting me when Peeta thrusts into me one final time. His body goes still as he finds his release, his cock throbbing inside me as his hips jerk in time with his release.
"Oh my god," he whispers as he collapses against me, his head resting on my chest.
I run my hand through his sweaty hair, a dumb grin plastered to my face.
"I should make you jealous more often," I comment and we both dissolve into a fit of laughter.