In which I try to write a fic loosely based on one of my favorite movies, "Knocked Up".
The characters of The Hunger Games Trilogy do not belong to me.
Thank you to Chelzie, beta extraordinaire, who I constantly bug with new chapters and new stories—like this one.
Part One: Pre-Conception
Katniss had been waiting for the letter for weeks. Today, it arrived in a large manila envelope; she had been accepted into her first choice—Johns Hopkins.
She was going to medical school.
Running out the door of her apartment—which was actually her best friend's pool house—she threw open the door and ran into Johanna's kitchen.
Her friend turned to her while she placed a bowl of cereal on the table for her daughter, Jenna. "Well?"
"I got in!" she said and waved the letter at her.
Johanna made a grab for the letter so she could read it.
"Well, thank God you got in; I thought you were going to go insane waiting for this thing. In a year—you're going to learn how to open people up and get paid millions for it. Congratulations, Doctor Everdeen!"
The two embraced excitedly.
Since high school, Katniss had worked her hardest to be on top—she was valedictorian and in the top 5 percentile in their school.
In college, she graduated pre-med with top honors and had volunteered at the local hospitals for experience.
"So, we're finally getting rid of you." They turned to see Gale, Johanna's husband and her other best friend, walking into the kitchen. "Congratulations, Catnip." He ruffled the top of her head playfully.
"In a year," Katniss replied with a grin. "Enough time for me to get prepared—I just need some time to relax. I studied for months for the MCAT'S and I need a break."
"You need to get wasted," Johanna told her.
"Mommy, what's 'get wasted' mean?" Jenna looked up at them curiously. She was four, with Gale's grey eyes and Johanna's piercing stare.
"It's something that you're never going to do," Gale told her and kissed the top of her head.
"We need to go out," Johanna said and turned to her husband. "What do you think?"
"Rory is going to be working at this new club downtown on Friday," Gale told them. "Why don't we go?" He turned to Katniss. "Call Prim up, too, because I know he would LOVE to see her."
Her younger sister, Prim, had been Rory's crush for as long as they could remember. The Everdeens and Hawthornes had been neighbors in the suburbs of Central California.
Johanna lived across the street from them with her family. She was an only child, so she often found herself at one of their houses.
"I'll give her a call. She just finished her last final two days ago," Katniss replied.
Prim was finishing up her second year at UCLA and pursuing a degree in Art History.
"So, Friday?" Johanna repeated.
Katniss agreed. "Friday."
"PEETA!" The soft foam football hit his back and he jumped out of bed quickly.
Thresh, his roommate, grinned at him. "Get the fuck up, man—it's noon."
"And?" Peeta rubbed his back. He had just come home from a bartending gig four hours ago.
"Everyone else is awake," Thresh informed him. "Also, we need your piece of the rent."
"Crap." He opened his bedside drawer, pulling out random bills, then clumped them into a ball as he handed them to his friend.
Thresh raised his brow. "Dude, you need a checking account."
"I'll get to it."
Together, they walked out of his room and into the living room where the rest of his roommates sat. Finnick and his girlfriend, Annie, sat on the couch engrossed in an episode of Maury as they ate Spaghetti-O's from the same bowl.
"Hey, Peeta, want some?" Annie asked and lifted her spoon to him. She gave him a serene smile.
Peeta stared at her buzzed green eyes before shaking his head. "No, thanks."
"NOT THE FATHER!" Finnick screamed and then turned to their last roommate, Cato, who sat in the lounger. "Pay up!"
"Shit." Cato reached into his pocket and tossed Finnick a twenty.
Peeta and Thresh exchanged glances.
"I don't know why I stay with you fools," Thresh said.
"'Cause we're the shit," Cato responded with a grin.
He turned to Peeta. "You got a call from your agency. They need you for some gig on Friday—some new club downtown. I wrote down the address for you."
Peeta went over to the table where their rotary phone sat. "There's nothing written here."
Finnick and Annie looked up at him. Annie let out a giggle which she tried to cover with the palm of her hand.
"What?" Peeta asked. "WHAT?"
"I have to go," Thresh told them and reached into his pocket to grab his keys before turning back to Peeta.
"Check your forehead, bro."
Katniss ran out of her bedroom and Prim threw herself against her older sister. They tried to spend as much time as they could together over the past months, but with Katniss studying for her MCAT'S and Prim at school full-time—it left them with very little opportunity to see each other.
When she called her little sister, Prim accepted right away.
"I missed you!" Katniss said and put an arm around her then looked her over. "What are you wearing?"
"Clubwear." Prim twirled, showing off the deep V in the back of her black sequin dress. The skirt barely reached her knees and on her feet were a pair of platform stilettos. Her long blond hair was piled prettily in a high bun on top of her head.
Damn her supermodel looks.
Then Prim looked at her. "What are YOU wearing?"
"Clubwear," Katniss replied as she presented her white tank and jeans.
"No." Prim pushed her towards her bedroom. "Johanna told me this would happen."
"What—?" The two entered her room and Katniss looked over her reflection in her vanity mirror.
"This is not cute," Prim said and opened her closet. "You need to get laid, big sister."
"Primrose!" she scolded.
"Katniss," her sister responded mockingly. "You need this. One night. One night of pure debauchery." Prim took out a silk red dress with a slinky neckline and tight waist from the small closet. "Put this on and I'll go get Johanna's curling iron."
Prim was already leaving the room.
"Dammit!" Katniss tossed off her tank top and began to unbutton her jeans. She looked at the dress—it was a spur of the moment buy that Johanna had pressured her into getting.
"AND DON'T FORGET SOME SEXY UNDERWEAR!" Prim screamed before closing the door to her place.
Peeta turned to see Rory Hawthorne, the club's new DJ, in front of him. The two had met through the club circuit, so he wasn't surprised to see the young man at the newest club in downtown Los Angeles.
"What's up, man?" The two shook hands.
"Looks like we're in for a busy night," Rory said and Peeta handed him a bottle of water. It could get rather hot at the DJ's booth. "Listen. My brother, his wife, and my old neighbors are coming out tonight. I was wondering if maybe you could do a hook up for them."
"Sure," Peeta said easily. "What do they look like?"
"Gale looks like me, but scarier," Rory said with a grin. "Johanna, his wife, is a brunette with bobbed hair. Not sure how my neighbors look now—they're sisters. One's a blonde and the other one has black hair—well, it was pretty dark from what I remember."
"I'll look out for them."
"Thanks," Rory replied. "Truth is—I had this huge crush on Prim—she's the blonde. I'm wondering how she's looking now."
"Well, I hope she's as cute as she was before," Peeta replied. "You'd better get up there. I think I hear them letting people in."
Rory waved before departing and he sighed. He could hear the beginning beats of a Lady Gaga song.
Here goes nothing.
Two Hours Later
"I see Rory!" Prim said as they walked into the club.
Katniss looked up at the stage to see Rory behind the turntables in full DJ mode. He had his headphones on and was switching his record when he spotted them. He gave them a quick wave.
"Where are Gale and Johanna?" Katniss asked as they walked through the club.
"They said that would be here in an hour," Prim said into her ear. "Let's get some drinks."
"You can't drink," Katniss replied.
"Knowing Rory," her sister responded. "Someone will give us a drink and come on—look at you."
"What about me?"
The dress wasn't horrible and Prim had accessorized it with a gold belt that showed off her waist. On her feet was a pair of simple black stilettos that she borrowed from Johanna's closet.
Prim had also curled her dark hair so that it hit her shoulders in smooth waves. She completed the look by lining her eyes and placing a light peach gloss on her lips.
"You look hot," Prim replied. "Ripe for the picking."
The two sisters went to the bar and found a tight spot towards the end. The bar was full of people and the bartenders were trying to fill as many orders as they could.
"I'm going to say hi to Rory and make a request," Prim said into her ear.
Katniss nodded and turned to watch her disappear into the crowded dance floor.
"You loved me and I froze in time…hungry for that flesh of mine
But I can't compete with the she-wolf, who has brought me to my knees…"
"What can I get you?"
Katniss turned and found herself meeting the eyes of a handsome blonde. He was about a head taller than her and even in the dim light of the club she could see the bright blue of his eyes.
"What do you suggest?" she asked loudly.
"First time?" he asked.
"I'm not much of a clubber," Katniss replied. "I'm celebrating and my sister, Prim, made me get all dressed up." She pointed out her sister who was at the DJ booth talking into Rory's ear.
"So that's Prim?" he asked her. "Rory mentioned her. You must be her sister. I'm Peeta."
The man held out his hand and she shook it. "I'm Katniss." An unfamiliar tingle ran through her as she touched his skin.
"What are you celebrating?" he asked her.
"I got into medical school," she replied. "Next year, I'm off to Johns Hopkins."
"Impressive. Beautiful and smart." Peeta reached under the bar and took out a shot glass, filling it.
Katniss felt her face burn.
God, he was cute.
"Drinks are on me tonight," Peeta said. "Try this. It's a Lemon Drop."
She eyed the shot glass and the sugared lemon next to it. "Do one with me."
"I could get fired for that."
"I will tell whoever that it's all my fault—and plus, the customer is always right."
"You're getting free drinks."
"Come on," Katniss said and leaned forward. "Just one."
She was actually flirting. God help her.
Peeta looked at her for a moment before taking out another shot glass. He poured his shot and then took out a lemon, coating it with sugar.
"What do I do?" she asked.
"Shot first, then the lemon wedge," he told her. "Together."
Katniss nodded and then raised her glass. Toasting with Peeta, she threw the shot back and then took a bite of the sugary lemon.
"Fuck," she said after she placed her glass down. "I felt that."
Peeta grinned at her. "How did you like it?"
"Interesting," she smiled back.
"Katniss!" Prim was rushing towards her. "Let's dance! I found Gale and Johanna—they're already out there!" She looked over at Peeta. "Who's this?"
"Peeta, this is my sister, Prim," Katniss said. "This is Peeta. He knows Rory."
The two shook hands quickly and Prim turned to her. "Dance with me?"
Katniss nodded and then turned to Peeta. "Thanks for the drink."
He smiled at her warmly. "Come back when you want another. I'll be here till one."
She waved and let her sister lead her away. As they walked, Prim turned to her with a sly smile.
"He's adorable," Prim remarked. "There's your one."
"How's it going?" Cato asked as he stood at the bar.
Beside him was Thresh, sipping a Corona and talking to two girls who were probably wasted.
"It's been a good night," Peeta said as he wiped his area.
His eyes went to the dance floor and he spotted the familiar red dress of Katniss. Both she and Prim had been out there for most of his shift, coming back every once in a while to grab a drink or some water.
She was pretty.
"Who's pretty?" Peeta didn't realize that he spoken out loud and turned to look at Cato who was staring at him. His friend followed his gaze then turned to him again. "The red dress? She's cute."
"Her name is Katniss," Peeta informed him. "Just got into med school."
"Oh—so you've talked to her?" Cato grinned at him.
"Yeah, she knows the DJ."
"What are we talking about?" Thresh asked as he walked over to them with one of the girls he had been talking to.
"Peeta has a crush."
Thresh laughed. "No shit! On who?"
"Red dress, dark hair, nice legs," Cato told their friend.
Thresh turned to look at the floor and then turned back to Peeta. "She's hot."
"She's out of my league," Peeta said as he wiped the counter again.
"She's-heading this way!" Cato turned quickly.
Katniss walked over, beaming at him. "What time is it?"
"Ten to one," Peeta replied. "One last drink before I'm off?"
"You gonna do it with me?"
Peeta set their shots up and this time, Katniss quickly tossed back her shot, then sucked the lemon without hesitation.
"Looks like you're immune to these now," he remarked.
"Probably." Katniss smiled softly. "I'm glad I met you."
The two stared at one another for a moment.
Katniss was beautiful; he liked how her eyes resembled smoky coal. He liked how her lips were more peach than pink. She was fun and he enjoyed talking to her.
Prim was walking toward them with Rory's brother and his wife. He could see what Rory meant. Gale was tall and muscular; his eyes were similar in color to Katniss' but square and sharp. Next to him was Johanna, with her sharp bob and stare—her gaze was striking.
She had one of those 'don't fuck with me' stares.
"We're heading home," Prim said. "Gale and Johanna are letting me stay at their house for the night. Ready to go?"
Katniss turned to him and he saw the hesitation in her eyes. He didn't want her to leave either—that's all he knew.
"I'm off in two minutes if you want to hang," he offered.
Her mouth fell into a small smile before she nodded.
Turning to her sister, Katniss shook her head. "I think I'm going to stick around."
"Okay…" Prim grinned and then went to her sister.
She whispered something and then quickly led the couple away.
When the three were out of her sight, Katniss turned to him again.
"This time I'm buying you drinks."
One Hour Later
"I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait…"
Peeta couldn't dance. She could tell that much through her drunken haze.
She did, however, like the way his body felt against hers as they danced. Peeta held her waist protectively as they swayed to the music; she didn't know if it was his cologne or something else, but her nose instinctively went to his neck, taking in his scent.
Peeta met her eyes; his own were glazed from the alcohol. She had made him drink twice as much as she did. He was a bartender; he could tolerate it.
At least, he should've been able to.
"Did you want to get out of here?" he asked her.
Katniss took his hand, leading him out. The other blonde and Twerk—or whatever his name was – followed them outside.
"You two are the WORST dancers I've ever seen," the other blonde said once they were out on the curb.
"Shut up, Cato," Peeta slurred.
She sat on the curb. It was cold. Peeta sat next to her and put an arm around her.
"Can we go home?" she asked and he nodded.
Standing up, she put her index finger and middle finger to her lips, whistling out for a taxi. A bright yellow cab appeared before them and Peeta stood up to open the door for her.
Katniss threw an arm around his neck and kissed him quickly. She waved to his shocked friends and pulled Peeta into the cab with her.
Once inside, she gave the driver her address and Peeta threw him a wad of cash.
"Get there quickly," she told the man.
Her lips found Peeta's again.
"There's a pool here," Peeta said as they tried to walk quietly to her apartment and away from the main house.
"I know," she answered and then opened the door.
Walking inside, Katniss slammed the door behind them and Peeta pulled her towards him, their lips meeting as they collided.
Scrambling, she pulled her dress over her head. In the darkness of her place, he could see the smooth curves of her waist and hips. A black lace bra held her firm breasts and his hands found themselves cupping her bottom through the matching lace boyshorts.
Peeta lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her mouth sucking greedily on his neck.
She knew all his spots.
"Bedroom-NOW!" She lifted her head to nod toward the left where an open door was.
Quickly, he carried her to the room. Inside, she pushed herself off him to help him remove his shirt. Her hands found his belt to his jeans and Katniss undid it, unbuttoning and unzipping before finally pulling his pants down, along with his boxer briefs. Peeta toed off his shoes and pushed the clothes away from him with his feet.
Naked in front of her, Katniss sat back and looked up at him with a grin. "Nice."
Katniss took off her heels and then pushed herself to the middle of the mattress. "Do you have anything?"
He nodded and reached down into his jean pocket for his wallet.
He knew he had a condom somewhere.
"Peeta, you okay?" she asked.
"Then get over here already!"
Peeta looked up at her and dropped his jeans back to the ground.
He crawled towards her and slowly reached to remove the lace bottoms off her hips. His hands ran themselves along the outside of her thighs and she parted herself for him as he let her panties fall to the ground.
He wanted to taste her.
Pulling her to the edge of her bed, he knelt on the ground, resting her thighs on his shoulders. His tongue caressed her, tasting her sweetness; he felt his cock grow harder when she began to respond to his movements inside of her.
"OH FUCK!" She was unrestrained and the desperation in her voice drove him on. His mouth went to her clit and his fingers found themselves encased in her wet insides.
He wanted to show her how good it was going to be once he was finally inside her. Katniss rode his fingers, desperate to come and he followed her movements, sucking on her bud as he did.
He felt her tighten around him and she was suddenly pulling him up to his feet. Pushing him onto the bed, she crawled towards him.
"I've waited long enough," Katniss said as she straddled him, removing her bra as she did.
Then without another word, she impaled herself onto his aching cock.
"OH, GOD!" She felt incredible.
Katniss rose again, stopping when she reached the tip of his cock before plunging down once more.
His hands held her hips down and he lifted his own. Katniss cried out as she leaned down to kiss him hungrily while he pushed into her over and over.
As she pushed up to ride him, he began to palm her breasts, pinching her nipples. Katniss moaned when he did and he could feel her tightening around him.
"I know you're close," he said to her and she opened her eyes to look at him. "Tell me how to make you come."
"Fuck me harder!"
Sitting up so that their chests met, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and his hands pushed her ass against his groin so that they were grinding against each other.
"Hold onto my neck," he instructed her. Katniss obeyed, entwining her hands behind his neck for leverage. He began to move again with his hands firmly on her pert behind as his pace roughened.
"FUCK!" He began to feel the beginning of his own orgasm as he moved inside her.
Desperately, they began to move unevenly against one another, each one wanting to come.
She was first.
"PEETA!" Inside, he felt her grip his cock and the sensation of it, along with the husky way she called his name, was enough and he was falling apart, filling her as he came.
He fell back exhausted as Katniss fell against him, her head resting on his chest.
"You're amazing," she said breathlessly before falling asleep against him.
Her head was killing her.
And what the hell was she lying on?
She looked up to see herself sprawled on Peeta—the hot bartender.
Katniss stared up at him for a moment; he looked cute even when he was asleep.
Memories of the night before came flooding back.
She propositioned him; she was the one who decided to stay at the club. She was the one who brought him home.
She was the one who told him to fuck her harder.
"Shit." She slapped her hand against her forehead.
Oh God, he was still inside her. Slowly, Katniss moved herself off him and stepped out of the bed.
The bathroom was on the opposite side of the room, so she slowly walked over and closed the door.
What had she done?
Quickly, she washed her face and brushed her teeth before tossing a robe on. When she opened the door, she found Peeta already dressed.
"Morning," she greeted him and he gave her a smile.
"Good morning." Peeta stood up and walked over to her. "I thought I'd go before I had to do the 'walk of shame' in front of your family."
Katniss shook her head. "No, they know to keep to themselves." She was silent for a moment. "I don't know how this goes."
"How about I just give you my number and if you ever feel like calling…."
Reaching into his jeans, he handed her a card with his number.
"I'm just going to wait outside for my cab," he told her.
"Let me get dressed and I'll wait with you," she replied.
Tossing off the robe, Katniss grabbed a pair of leggings and an oversized grey sweater from her dresser and put them on.
She turned to see Peeta's flushed face.
"Sorry. I figured since you saw me naked—"
"We were both pretty messed up, but I liked the morning view," Peeta replied.
She grinned in spite of the situation. "Let's go."
Together, they walked out of the pool house and to the side of the house where they found Gale throwing out the trash and carrying Jenna on the opposite arm.
He gave them a smile. "Morning."
"Morning, Gale. Morning, Jenna," Katniss greeted before taking Peeta's hand and pulling him away.
Katniss could hear Jenna asking who Peeta was as they walked away.
She was going to get ribbed so hard for this.
They found the taxi already there and she bit her lip when they reached the curb.
She actually kind of liked him—the parts she knew anyway.
It would go nowhere.
"It was really nice meeting you, Peeta…"
"Mellark. My last name is Mellark," he told her. "And yours?"
"Pretty," Peeta said and kissed her cheek. "It was nice meeting you, Katniss Everdeen."
Then he was gone.
She turned around and found Johanna, Gale and Prim waiting for her in the front yard, each sporting identical smirks.
So ends Part One.
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Jenna is for Jena Malone, who will be playing Johanna in the movies, but I prefer to use the double N so there isn't too much of a mix up.
"She-Wolf (Falling to Pieces)"-David Guetta featuring Sia
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