Summary- Sequel to "Not So Chaste." Katniss discovers that she can do more than pray when she gets on her knees.

A/N- This work of fiction involves religious connotations and is rated MA for sexually explicit content. Please keep in mind that this is not meant to offend anyone. I own absolutely nothing. Enjoy!

It's been four months since my licentious encounter with Peeta Mellark. We have kept our relationship a secret since then, and it has definitely not been easy. I had never been in a relationship before, and being with a handsome ex-seminarian has brought out a possessive, feral side of me that I wasn't aware of having until now. Peeta was the talk of the town; everyone (and by everyone I mean gossipy old and young women) judged him one minute and whispered conspiringly about jumping his bones the next. Needless to say, I was anything but happy about this. The only advantage I had was that no one suspected me of being "the whore he must have left the Church for" when I scowled at them, because my smiles had always been hard to come by to begin with.

But that didn't stop me from being careless and jumping every needy bitch who tried to get his attention. For example, there was the time that Glimmer Gould stroked his bicep from behind the counter of Mellarks' Bakery, where Peeta had gone back to work with his parents until he found his new vocation. And the way she had eye-fucked him—oh God, I just wanted to skin her alive. But she hadn't stopped right there—oh no, she had more. She flirted with him ceaselessly and bent over the counter so that he had a clear view of her fake tits, twirling her overly-styled blonde locks with the hand that wasn't feeling him up.

No way was I putting up with that. I might have been a good girl before, but I sure wasn't like that now. I know it's not the Christian thing to curse like a sailor, fight with others, and fornicate with a seminarian. But Peeta Mellark was my downfall. So I can't exactly say that I was sorry when I grabbed Glimmer by the hair and smashed her face into the pristine glass counter of the bakery, allegedly ruining her "extremely expensive nose job" in the process.

Honestly, I think she should thank me. Her nose looks much better now, in my opinion. Of course, Peeta wasn't very pleased by my act of jealousy. His mother had kicked—and I mean literally kicked—me out of the bakery with a broom and screamed at me to never step foot her in her respectable business again. I hated that witch, anyway. I was only sorry about not being able to visit Peeta there anymore.

But I wasn't the only one who was guilty of such actions. In fact, Peeta was the same, if not worse. Once, when I went out hunting with my friends, Johanna and Gale, I had come back home laughing at something Gale had said, Johanna laughing hysterically alongside me, of course. But Peeta hadn't paid attention to that. He had been waiting for me on my back porch with a container of cheese buns in his hands, clenching his prominent jaw as he watched us approach.

"Hey Peeta, what are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I noticed him.

"I just thought I should bring you your favorite cheese buns, but I can see that you're busy. I'll go ahead and leave now," he replied curtly, shifting his darkened gaze between me and Gale.

"What? No, come and skin these rabbits with us!" Johanna offered, tossing them on our old wooden picnic table outside.

"I don't think Baker Boy here would want to get his hands filthy with animal guts," Gale smirked.

"I heard that," Peeta snapped.

"No, Peeta, he doesn't mean it—"

"It's fine, Katniss. I get it. You want to spend time with them. I'll just get out of your hair now." He turned around, taking the cheese buns with him as he walked into the kitchen through the door in the back porch.

"Peeta, you're being ridiculous!" I chased after him, not even waving Johanna and Gale goodbye as they walked away in the opposite direction.

"Whatever, Katniss."

"Why are you acting like this?"

This time, he turned and faced me as we found ourselves alone in the kitchen. "Has it ever occurred to you that I'm tired of keeping our relationship a secret? That while I may not care what people have been whispering about me, I care about what they have been saying about you? They think you're sleeping with Gale and betraying your friend Johanna."

I gaped it him in horror. "Wh-what? Do you seriously believe all of that bullshit, Peeta? Don't tell me that you're falling for idle small-town gossip now! I never saw you as the type. Of course I'm not two-timing you, and Gale would never do that to Johanna either; she would castrate him!"

He stared at me for a few seconds, trying to decide if he should ignore my last comment or not, before sighing and placing the tray of cheese buns gently on the table. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I just…I don't know what to make of my life anymore. It's like I'm stuck. I've been shunned by everyone in the community, even if they don't admit it." He looked up at me, his deep blue eyes shining with tears as they revealed all of his loneliness and hurt. I swear he looked like a freaking puppy sometimes. How could I be mad at him now?

"But Peeta," I began, "that doesn't mean that I have turned my back on you. I would never do that." I lifted my hand to stroke his cheek before deciding that that wasn't enough and pulled him close instead, hugging him tightly and twirling my fingers in his golden curls as he gripped my waist. "I love you, and I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. You're a wonderful man, Peeta. They're all wrong if they think that you're anything less now that you've changed your mind about your vocation."

"I love you too, Katniss. I'm crazy about you." He chuckled softly against my shoulder. "I dropped everything just to be with you. Maybe I should just stick to baking and painting landscapes for a living."

"Maybe you could own your own bakery one day," I said excitedly as I released him from our embrace. "Or… you could have your own gallery and be a famous painter! Maybe even both!"

He lifted his eyebrows and gaped at me in amusement. "A bakery decorated with paintings for sale, you mean?"


He grinned. "Well…I suppose it could happen. Of course, I would need to save up some money for it, but in time I could…"

I launched my arms around his neck, cutting him off as I ravaged his lips, and he kissed me back enthusiastically. My lips molded against his in heated fervor, his hot breath mixing with mine, his heart beating so hard I could feel it thudding against my own pounding chest. "What was that for?" he asked breathlessly when we came up for air.

"You have no idea how much I want you, Peeta. How absolutely amazing you are. You're so incredible, and you don't even see it."

He smiled at me lovingly. "You're the same way, love. I don't think I've ever met anyone so deceivingly chaste yet sexy. Some may see you as pure, others as not pure enough. But for me you're perfect," he breathed in my ear.

His hand slipped down my waist to cup my bottom, squeezing and kneading as I moaned in approval. I pulled on his hair as I shoved my tongue into his mouth so that it could mate with his, a growl escaping from his throat at my sudden abrasiveness. He stumbled forward until my back hit the counter, and I lifted my legs to wrap them tightly around his waist, grinding hard against the prominent bulge in his jeans.

And that was the first day I went down on him.

I was salivating with desire. I had been taught to get on my knees for praying, but the rules in this game had been broken the minute he decided that priesthood wasn't his calling. And to me, this was a different sort of worshipping. I thought I was something of an expert on veneration, but this was an entirely new kind.

This time I made Peeta lean against the kitchen counter, and I kneeled down in front of him. He sucked in a breath when I lowered his zipper, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, biting my lip in yearning and rubbing my thighs together as I scooted closer to him on my knees. I tugged down on the waistband of his jeans until they dropped to his ankles, leaving his long, hard cock straining only against his thin, white cotton boxers. I smiled deviously. He gulped.

"Katniss you don't have to…"

"I know. I want to." I wanted to see him so badly that I was dripping in anticipation. But he didn't know that, so I had to show him. And I was so close to getting what I wanted. I pulled down the confining cloth without hesitation, and I gasped when I took in the sight of his large, throbbing erection, a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the thick tip.

"Fuck." I'm not sure who said it, but a second later my mouth was engulfing him; I didn't even get halfway before he hit the back of my throat and I became precariously close to choking on his dick. "It's okay," Peeta said patiently when I popped him out of my mouth in panic, my fingernails digging into his muscular thighs.

"You're so big," I blurted out, wincing when I realized how cliché that sounded.

He chuckled. "Yes, I suppose I'm above average in that department," he winked teasingly. Bastard. "Try to use a little more tongue and not so much teeth," he added after a second.

My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I had never done this before, but I figured he must have guessed that already. I mean, here I was trying to suck his dick and instead I nearly bit it off. That couldn't be good, could it?

"No, no, you're fine!"

I nodded and planted my eyes on his manhood again, this time taking it in my hand first. Katniss Everdeen did not give up, even if it was something as seemingly trivial as a blowjob. I began to stroke him, feeling the impossible smoothness of his skin coating the rigid heat beneath it, like silk over steel, smiling at him gratefully when he wrapped his own hand around mine in guidance. Apparently I hadn't been gripping hard enough, but I knew I was doing well when I noticed how his eyes rolled to the back of his head, how his head tilted backwards so that his glorious throat was exposed to me. I wanted to kiss every single inch of him.

This brought me back to my previous task as I twisted my hand back and forth around his angry red cock. It was intimidating, to say the least. But it was also a mouthwatering sight. I took my other hand and cupped his sac, making him jump when I grabbed it at the same time that I stuck my tongue out to lick the underside of his cock in one brazen sweep. He tasted a bit salty, and much like one would imagine a man's cock would taste, but I decided I liked it. So I experimented with it; I circled my tongue around the weeping tip, lapping up his even saltier pre-cum greedily. I couldn't get enough of him. He moaned and groaned in approval, tucking my hair behind my ear so that he could see me better.

I licked his cock from bottom to top, starting from the underside and working my way around his entire girth until I was ready to take him fully into my mouth again. This time, I braced myself as I carefully wrapped my mouth around him, and he moaned at the sight of it. I stopped when I felt him hit the back of my throat, working the rest of him with my hand, breathing loudly out through my nose. He gasped as I suckled him, and he cried out when I sucked in my cheeks so that my mouth was tight around him.

"K-Katniss, I think I'm gonna…" His voice was trembling and his knees were shaking, and I knew that he was close, so I popped him out of my mouth and stroked him. I licked the slit teasingly, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. He gripped my hair even harder, shooting hot molten desire to my already sodden center.

He tried to push me away to prevent me from swallowing his cum, but instead I stayed put, taking in as much as I could. It was an admirable attempt, but I soon realized it wouldn't be as easy as it seemed. It was too much, too fast.

He nearly choked me, but at least it was in the fun way.

It wasn't until I pulled away that I started coughing, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as Peeta began to panic. "Katniss, are you okay? Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't pull away, and I couldn't stop—"

I burst out laughing, suddenly not being able to stop myself at the sight of a worried Peeta with his flaccid cock still hanging out, fussing over me while trying to pull his pants back up. It was just like him, really. He was caring and considerate even when stuck in a compromising position.

"What's so funny?" His genuine perplexity sent me into another fit of laughter.

"You," I answered as he helped me back up, zipping up his jeans quickly while I dusted my knees. If anyone asked, I had been polishing the floors. Then again, my clothes had already been dirty from hunting outside, so I would have to change anyway.

He blushed. "Oh…right." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "So…do you want to come to the five thirty Mass with me? I heard they had a folk choir."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "I just got on my knees in front of you and you want to go to church?"

He smirked. "Yeah…I guess I get off on it."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a shameless pervert."

He grinned.

It turned out that Peeta's brother, Rye, was now part of the choir, and he knew how to play guitar. Peeta sang along enthusiastically, although slightly off-key in comparison to his older brother. He squeezed my hand every time he heard me sing too, and I smiled at him shyly. I didn't care if people were watching us. We had a good time, and after the service was over, he introduced me to the band. Rye was the lead singer and guitar player, Leven played the cello, and their father, Bannock Mellark, played the violin. How had I never noticed this before?

"Katniss, meet my older brothers, Leven and Rye. You already know my father, right? You've seen him at the bakery before."

"We see each other all the time," Mr. Mellark winked at me as he put away his violin. I flushed; he had almost caught me making out with Peeta in the back of the bakery once.

"Yes, of course, and it's nice to meet you guys finally!" I said as I shook their hands. Leven seemed to be in his thirties; he was broader and taller than Peeta, and Rye was in his late twenties, taller and leaner than his two brothers.

"So you finally got the girl," Rye smirked at Peeta.

"What?" I glanced at Peeta, confused.

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Uh, yeah, about that…"

"Peeta has been telling us a lot about you," Bannock explained, grinning. "We knew that as soon as he saw you, he wouldn't make it as a priest."

"Or as a musician," Leven piped up. "He can't sing or play an instrument to save his life. Or at least not the way he used to stare you during church; he couldn't concentrate on anything."

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't join Mellark and Sons… I tried really hard to learn how to play Livin' on a Prayer, on the piano, though."

"Is that what the band is called?" I asked.

"Yes," all four Mellark men said simultaneously.

"Oh, cool! Well… I guess we better get going. It was nice to meet all of you!" I said awkwardly as they waved good-bye to us, Peeta leading me to the back. His father and brothers shared amused looks.

"Where are we going?" I hissed at him as we headed towards a partially hidden doorway behind the altar. "And that was so awkward, oh my god."

"You're fine." He waved me off as he shoved me in front of him inside the room before closing the door behind us. I looked up. In front of me was mini altar with the crucifixion and a statue of the Virgin Mary below it. There were a few prayer benches in front of it, and statues of saints and candles surrounding the room. We were in the chapel.

"I reserved it for us so that we could have adoration together," he said before I could ask. The suggestive smile he was giving me gave me the feeling that he hadn't brought his rosary, and that this had nothing to do with praying to the Virgin Mary.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want me to pray for your soul or mine? Or both? I think at this point, we're both going to hell," I teased him.

"Don't say that. And I haven't even told you what we're going to do yet."

"Well I don't see you getting on your knees and praying."

"We're having a different sort of adoration."

"I figured we weren't actually here to redeem ourselves."

"I could never be sorry for choosing you," he said softly, his breath inches from my waiting lips. "I would go to Hell and back for you." His celestial blue gaze was penetrating, piercing my soul like a knife. "I would give up Heaven. I would follow you into the dark," he mused, referencing one of our favorite songs, his cool fingertips tracing my cheek gently.

"That can't be love," I whispered.

"Maybe it's desire."

"I think it's our downfall."

He kissed me then, and I knew then that I didn't care if I was damned. I reveled in it. He and I had spiraled down so fast I could barely breathe. He sucked on my tongue as we relied heavily on our noses to provide air so that the only noises filling the room were our heavy breaths and the wet smacking of lips. He pulled me against him and lowered us down to the ground until he was laying on top of me beside the prayer benches, putting us in a very similar situation to the one we were in four months ago, when he went down on me. I wondered if this was taboo or simply bad manners. Maybe it was blasphemy. It occurred to me that if we were married it would actually be kind of cute and romantic, but my thoughts evaporated as soon as I felt his hard length against my stomach.

The sad thing was that both of us knew better and neither of us cared.

"Peeta," I gasped after a few breathless moments, my hands clutching his muscular, broad back.

"Yes?" he mumbled as he lavished my neck.

"Um, we're not actually going to have sex here, are we?"

He looked up at me in surprise. "What?"

"Well, it's just that I'm not sure why you brought me here… we could just as easily make out in my room, you know. Nobody's home at this hour. Plus I'm a virgin and I've never done this before…"

"Shh, stop," he said gently, kissing my lips so that I would shush. "I know that, and we're not doing anything you don't want to do." He ran his fingers through my loose tendrils of hair that I had released from my braid today. Peeta seemed mesmerized by it. "I just…I just wanted to be with you, Katniss."

"Here?" I asked doubtfully.

"It actually was my turn to do adoration today…" he paused. "But I guess the naughty side of me wanted to bring you here as my temptress," he joked.

I rolled my eyes. "Right, look who's talking. Devil on my shoulder! I would be more afraid of being damned if I wasn't so horny."

He laughed, throwing his head back and then rolling down to lay beside me. "If you ask me, I think we still have hope," he said a little more seriously after he had calmed down. The way he was looking at me made me realize that this was more than desire that he felt for me. And I would have been more intimidated by it if I didn't care about him so deeply.

"Hope," I echoed.

"It's the only thing strong than fear," he finished.

He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time, I let his hands wander. He cupped my breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands, and kneaded them expertly, pinching the tips and blowing hot air into them over my shirt. They would fit perfectly into his mouth too. I squirmed beneath him so that I could unbutton my shirt, shrugging it off and then reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.

"Oh God, Katniss," Peeta choked out as he took in the sight of my bare breasts, nipples pebbled from the air conditioning and my desperate arousal.

He thumbed them, squeezed them and pinched them before finally putting them in his mouth, rotating from one to the other as if he couldn't decide which one he wanted to lavish first. The rough calluses on his fingers and the hot moisture on his tongue made the heat inside me spread like lava, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I arched my back and pulled his head into my chest as my hands pulled on his lush blond curls. He moaned into my breast, the vibration from his mouth provoking even more desire as he twirled and suckled the nipple with his eager tongue. Meanwhile, one of his hands stimulated my other breast, while his other hand...oh my god, he was reaching underneath my skirt…

"Jesus!" I let out a tiny squeal as he found my clit, rubbing it over my underwear in tandem with the circular motions he was doing with his opposite hand. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I became overwhelmed with desire. I was going to explode. "Faster," I gasped out as he increased the pace, switching breasts so that he was suckling on the one the he had been previously groping. His fingers circled harder against my throbbing center as he pushed my underwear aside, his thumb pressing on my needy bundle of nerves while two of his fingers dipped into my drenched folds.

"You're so wet and ready to come for me," he growled, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"Peetaaaa…" I gasped out, and he used the hand that wasn't in my panties to cover my mouth and muffle the sound.

I felt the sweet, burning release of a hot wire uncoil underneath my belly, stars exploding behind my eyelids as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I rode his hand through my orgasm, his fingers curling deep inside me and his thumb slowly rotating on the nub above it until I became too sensitive and pushed his hand away impatiently. He took his hand out and licked his fingers, grinning salaciously at me.

But before I could formulate a response or even a reaction, we suddenly heard footsteps thudding out across the hall, heading directly towards the chapel. Peeta's eyes widened and I quickly shoved him aside as he handed me my bra and button-down shirt so that I could toss it on before they saw me half naked in the chapel. "Hurry," Peeta whispered as he helped me back up.

I finished buttoning my shirt as soon as Rye walked in, his eyes widening in amusement at the sight of us. "Are you two finished praying? I think heard someone moaning the name of Jesus." he snorted, looking at us up and down. "By the way, Katniss, your shirt is buttoned wrong."

"Shove it, Rye," Peeta said threateningly.

"I'm sure you did, little bro. I always knew you were a kinky bastard. And in a chapel, no less!"

Peeta glared at him as I blushed, looking down at my shirt and noticing that the bottom hole was empty and one side was longer than the other. I was a complete disaster."Are you done making fun of us?" Peeta said tightly.

"Are you two done screwing in the house of God? I just came here to say a little prayer before I headed home. Pay respects to the Virgin, you know?" he winked at me as he said this.

I couldn't be blushing harder if I tried; I might as well be on fire. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. Maybe that would be nickname when I went to hell.

"Shut up, Rye, you never pray. You were spying on us!" Peeta accused.

"Aw, don't worry, Peet, I won't tell anyone!"

"I think I better head home," I said softly.

"I'll take you," Peeta offered as he took my hand.

"You take her home and make her yours," Rye winked as we headed out. Peeta tightened his grip on me. I gave Peeta a warning look. I refused to give Rye the upper hand. So what if he knew that we had messed around in a church? We were living on a prayer. And we would get on our knees to do more than just pray.

To Be Continued…

A/N- The first part of this was intended to be just a one-shot for Prompts in Panem in March. However, I felt like there was more to the story, so I continued it and decided to donate part two to F4LLS. I hope you all enjoyed it! The third part will probably be released in February and will be donated for Smut2SaveLives. Thank you for reading, and as always, special thanks to my amazing beta, Court81981, for being the absolute best and always helping me. This donation wouldn't be the same without her!