victorbychance | OOC: Luceti Appointments

[Yes, there are worse ways, and she is not above them. This way gets a massive, sleepy, happy grin, eyes still closed. He'll make her breakfast this morning, he decides without thinking too much about it. He doesn't want to think of any moment but the current one. There's no such thing as the future, right?

By the time her kisses reach his mouth to wipe the smile off his lips, he's ready, inhaling softly, one hand reaching up to cup her jaw delicately.]

[There's no mistaking that smile on his face. He might not want to open his eyes, but he's awake. She knows it. And while they should probably get out of bed, should check on Rue and prepare breakfast, she can't bring herself to care about any of that. The future can wait.

Because by now, his hand is on her face and her eyes have closed in bliss. She bends her head down to kiss him gently, hands curling against his chest, lips teasing his playfully -- all as the hunger in her starts to awaken.

Reluctantly, she pulls away just enough to whisper.] Good morning.

Mm. Morning. You don't have to stop if you don't want to. [He tries to draw her in for another kiss.]

[There's laughter as she does indeed steal another kiss. How could she ever say no to him? At least in a situation like this. The concept is almost foreign.]

That better?

Better. [If he can, he'll capture her back in his arms and snuggle again, reluctant to begin the morning.] Tell me about your dreams, before you forget.

[It's more than easy to slide back into his arms. Her head tucks neatly under his chin. Best to keep the hunger at bay, today. Just as she's had to for the past few days. But she can't bring herself to engage in sex during this time of the month. The thought makes her too uncomfortable.

How she ever deserved someone so understanding, she doesn't know. Stifling a yawn, she wraps an arm around him.] They were good. Sad... but good. Our families were at our wedding.

Mm. I dream that sometimes. [Her hair is so soft under his cheek.] When I wake up, I have to remember my family is right here, under this roof. Just...not all of it.

[In response, she nuzzles her cheek against him. Their family is all here. Little Rue, the orphan they adopted. Each other. And then there are their friends. Clove, who might as well be another sister. Arthur, even though he teased her to no end when they were kids.

Their lives haven't all been bad.] That part's easy to remember. Especially when I get to wake up in your arms.

[He draws away enough to lose himself in her star-grey eyes. He leans in to taste her bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to tease her into madness, but knowing her preferences, ending it there.] I love you. I love you so much, I'm going to make you breakfast.

[What a sacrifice.]

[She loves hearing that. Hearing how much he loves her. Hearing...

She pulls back suddenly, one hand lightly slapping his upper arm as she looks at him and scowls.]

You love me so much, you're going to make me breakfast?

[He laughs and smooches the tip of her nose.]

I figured you must be getting tired of hearing the more superlative ones.

[She joins in the laughter, shaking her head a little at him.]

I like the more superlative ones.

[Even if she doesn't necessarily always agree. But it helps, a lot of the time, to hear those words. To know there's someone out there who really loves her. Just as she is.]

Really? [He kisses her forehead.]

When you're around, I'm not an orphan. I'm more complete than I've ever been in my life. I'm more than complete. The world can't hold me. [He kisses her temple.] I love you so much I can't wait to get to work because it means I can come home to you afterwards, and coming home to you is the best part of the day. [He kisses her cheek.] I love you so much, you make time vanish. If I could stay with you, like this, forever, I wouldn't feel like I'm missing anything.

[Moving in for her lips now.]

[Kissing him hard and firm on the mouth means she doesn't have to respond. Because how can she ever compete with words like that? She's never been as good at them as Peeta. Never been able to mold and craft them to suit her every whim. Not like he can.

But she can express her love in her actions. In the desperate way she kisses him, molds her body to his. And this time, she lets the hunger seize control. She rolls over on the bed, pulling him with her, no longer content with the lazy kisses and caresses from moments ago.]

[He moves with her, planting one hand by her head and cupping her cheek with the other. He comes up for breath just long enough to whisper:]

I love you.

[And then he's kissing her again, heart racing.]

[Her heart pounds in her chest and her breath comes out in pants. But she manages to whisper back,] I love you, too, Peeta Mellark.

[And then she's kissing him again. Just as hard and just as passionately as before. All the words she can't say aloud are spoken in her kiss. She'd be lost without him, she knows. How could she ever survive in Luceti Valley without her husband by her side?]

[The hand cupping her face moves to her waist, fingertips brushing lightly even though her nightgown is a barrier between them and her soft skin.

Why? is not a good question to ask right now.]

[As much as she tends to cover up in bed, she does love that he doesn't. Not as much, anyway. The sweatpants leave his chest bare. Better than any pillow. And she loves being able to roam the planes and crevices without any barrier.

It's wonderful. Something she could keep up all morning. All day, maybe.

But not today. As his hands move down towards her waist, she's remembers. Remembers why she hadn't given in to the hunger earlier. Frustrated hands curl into fists for a moment and then straighten against his hand. She pushes gently, then a little more insistently, as she breaks the kiss.]

Only a few more days. [The words are murmured, caught between pants to catch her breath.] Promise. But not today.

[He makes what is positively the most pitiful sound in the universe and buries his face in the pillow. Great. If that was the case, he needed to stop earlier.]

Mmf. Right.

[It's impossible not to feel guilty when she hears his groan. She shouldn't have let him carry on this far. But she had gotten just as caught up as he had.

She closes her eyes for a moment, sighing. Then, slowly - very reluctantly - she sits in the bed.]

I'm sorry, Peeta.

It's okay. [Spoken into the pillow. After a second, he turns his head to the side, facing her.] Let me take a shower and I'll make breakfast like I promised, okay?

[A very, very cold shower.]

[She looks down at him and smiles softly. Guiltily. Only a few more days. Then she'll give him memories that he won't ever forget.]

You don't have to. [A pause.] Make breakfast that is.

[He was going to say, he does have to take a cold shower. ASAP.]

I decided on it already. Unless you'd rather make breakfast while I shower.

[She considers that all for five seconds. She might be an okay cook, but Peeta's breakfasts are certainly superior.

So she shakes her head quickly, unable to hide her smile.]

You're a terrible wife. [Spoken with such deadpanness that he can't be taken seriously.]

OOC: Luceti Appointments

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