#hutchhitched
Author:@hutchhitched
Prompt: modern au everlark smut in a flowery field and katniss and peeta meeting up with their friends with flowers and grass stains [submitted by anonymous]
Rating:E
Author’s Note: When I claimed this, wildflowers in Texas were all over the place. Thanks to the anon who gave me the opportunity to think about them in a little different way.
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Katniss moans softly into Peeta’s mouth as his fingers dip under her shirt. This isn’t supposed to happen—not here, anyway, and not when they’re already late to meet their friends. Somehow, though, she knows it would have happened anyway, especially with the way Peeta looks at her like she’s the best thing he’s ever seen. In spite of everything, Peeta loves her, and he’s never let her own low self-esteem influence how beautiful he thinks she is. For him, she might as well be a goddess. For her, Peeta is everything she didn’t know she needed until she fell in love with him.
“Peeta, we can’t,” she gasps as his hands slide up her back and unhook her bra. When she protests again, he slips his right hand over her breast and squeezes gently before running the pad of his thumb over her hardened nipple and swallowing her groan. “Peeta, we…”
He’s hard against her stomach, ready for her as he always is when they’re alone together. It seems almost cruel to keep him at arm’s length when his own need is so present. In spite of how good it feels, she’s still protesting, but she’s losing the will to resist. After all, she wants him as much as he seems to need her.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs against her lips. “Okay, I’ll stop if that’s what you really want.”
Almost frantic with emotion, Katniss wraps her arms around his neck and tugs him to her in a passionate kiss. Taking the hint, he lowers her to the ground and settles into the crook between her legs. When he grinds into her, she mewls in his ear.
“You don’t want to stop,” he says, his tone laced with desire. “Thank fuck.”
“Peeta, yes,” she sighs before finding enough strength to admit, “No, I don’t want to stop. You feel so good. Feel sogood…”
Working underneath her clothes, his fingers dip into her slit and tease until she’s wet and panting. She jerks with every sensation and pleads nearly inaudibly for him to give her more. The others can wait; it’s time for Katniss to be selfish, and there’s nothing she wants more than to make love to her fiancé in her favorite place.
The meadow where they first met shields them with tall grasses dotted with bursts of wildflowers in multiple colors. Red, blue, purple, pink, orange, and yellow all bloom around them, and she dips her face into the fragrant blooms when Peeta rears back on his knees to manhandle her onto all fours. Her bare knees scrape against the dirt and ground cover, but when he enters her, she doesn’t care. Crying out, she arches her back and rocks against him.
It’s so good when they’re together. She’s always wanted to be loved, even if she didn’t know how to explain it. Somehow, though, he knew what she needed, or at least he’d been persistent about his own interests until they aligned. Now, she can’t imagine her life without him, can’t fathom how empty she’d be without him next to her in the morning. She’s never been so happy to be wrong about needing someone, and she used to protest plenty.
Peeta pounds into her, hard and insistent, and she drops her head in surrender to bliss. Bent over her with his chest plastered to her back, he murmurs in her ear. The dirty talk makes her eyes cross, or maybe it’s the way his right hand circles her clit in tight, fast circles that match the rhythm of his hips. This isn’t going to take long, and that seems to be intentional on Peeta’s part.
“Love being inside you, sweetheart,” he gasps. “So wet and tight. Exactly what I want. Taking it so well. Letting me fuck you senseless. Love you so much.”
She tries to answer, but her voice is lost in a combination of breathy moans and high-pitched grunts every time he slams into her. She’s so turned on she can’t even say his name. Everything that comes out of her mouth is indecipherable gibberish.
“Yeah, I feel you tightening, Katniss. Feel you winding up. Almost there. Almost there, and then—”
Arching her back, she wails as she snaps. Her entire body clenches, milking him inside her, and she melts. Gathering her to him, he bucks into her a few more times and then follows her over the edge before collapsing onto her back in the fragrant bed of flowers.
“Peeta,” she finally manages, but it takes almost all her energy. She can feel the scrape of weeds on her belly and knees, and she’s stupidly thankful that they didn’t bother to strip each other completely since neither of them bothered to toss a blanket down before losing themselves in each other.
With a groan, Peeta rolls off her and heaves a few uneven breaths before answering. She knows the feeling because she’s just as overwhelmed as he seems to be. This is part of why she finally gave in, finally said yes when he asked her to marry him. If she loves him this much and she can’t keep her hands off him, maybe he really is her soulmate. Even if he’s not, she doesn’t really care. Right now, he’s everything she wants.
“We should go meet our friends,” he mumbles into her temple, but she’s sure there’s no sense of urgency.
Pulling him into a kiss, she makes sure they’re good and late. Maybe that’s why Finnick and Johanna tease them mercilessly when they show up, or maybe it’s what Gale says when he leans down and whispers in her ear.
“Hate to say it, Catnip, but I didn’t ever think I’d be so jealous of grass stains on your knees.”
Flushing bright red, she realizes in horror that the reason for their tardiness is more than obvious. Somehow, though, that doesn’t matter much. When Peeta smiles at her, she tangles her fingers in his ashy blonde curls and pulls a weed free. She’s already planning how to get Peeta back in the Meadow for another round.
