Touch Me by Slayer. Knight. 2Title: Touch Me. Fandom: The Hunger Games. Pairing: Peeta Mellark/ Gale Hawthorne. Author: Slayerknight. Spoilers: All three books.
Hunger games gale fanfiction. Finnick/Gale slash, Mockingjay.
Rating: NC- 1. 7Summary: Peeta asked Gale a simple question. Warnings: m/m sex. Notes: This takes place right after Peeta argues with Delly in Mockingjay. I’m using the actors from the upcoming movie for reference.
Today was the day, the great day for Katniss. She was going to be married.
NC -17 After Peeta's rebellious actions in the 74th Hunger Games he. Peeta, Gale, Katniss, Johanna, and. When they met, Katniss teaches Gale to swim, Katniss twists her knee and when Gale sees Katniss as a girl.
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Disclaimers: Not mine. Belongs to Suzanne Collins and her people.- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- “Harder!”But, he doesn’t listen.
He keeps moving, though. In and out, a rhythm setting me on fire and keeping me on edge. I dig my fingernails into his back, trying to bring out some aggression in him.
He grabs my hands, pinning them to the pillow beside my head. I stop fighting when I feel his fingers interlacing with mine.
He pulls his head back and I instantly miss the feel of those lips on my neck. The procellous gray eyes search mine for something I don’t understand.“You’re safe with me, Peeta.”The words floor me and, damnit, he knows it. When I don’t say anything, he leans down and kisses me. I moan when his tongue snakes inside and gasp when he flips us over. He sits up, leaning back against the headboard, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I stare down at him now and realize he’s letting me take control.
Kissing him again, I start to move my hips. Oh, he feels good. When he thrusts up to meet me, I feel a spike of pleasure that shoots up my spine.
I gasp his name and he does it again. When he starts a fast pace, I grab ahold of the top of the headboard, searching for purchase.
But, he doesn’t let me find it. His lips are back at my neck, his hand pumping my weeping cock. My entire body’s on fire when I come, my orgasm almost ripping my breath from me. He follows shortly after, thrusting up sharply and yelling my name.
Afterwards, we’re laying on the bed on our backs, barely touching. He’s used a damp cloth to clean us up. I can’t seem to catch my breath and my body won’t stop shaking. He surprises me when he pulls me into his arms, holding me close. His touch is soothing. I rest my head on his shoulder, for the moment content. Of course, he doesn’t allow me to hide anymore now than he did in the room where he helped rescue me.
His voice is quiet, uncertain.“Why me, Peeta?”He doesn’t ask if I’m okay, knows that I’m not. He doesn’t call her by name, knows that that particular question’s implied. He doesn’t leave me, knows that I wouldn’t hold him to this. And I have no answers for him, haven’t had any of those for a long time now.“Why not?”I’m trying to hide again and he knows it.
I did what you wanted. You owe me.”He must realize how bad that sounds because he grabs me as I try to flee. He hands are gentle but strong on my arms.
I’m not going anywhere. Not like I’d get very far. Memories of that room, that day, are flooding through me. As the nightmares enter my mind, the heat leaves my body. They kept that room so cold. I can feel the warmth from them soaking into me.
He rests his forehead against mine, nuzzles me. His voice is as gentle as his touch and, suddenly, I don’t want to hide anymore.“I’m sorry, Peeta.
I didn’t mean it like that. You have ever since you rescued me.”That seems to surprise him but he doesn’t inquire further about it. One hand cards through my hair, sending soothing pulses across my scalp. He lays back down on the bed, lightly pulling me with him.
I curl into him, desperate for the warmth radiating from his body. He holds me close, again. His arms are strong, his body solid. One hand lightly rubs my back while the other resumes it’s old position of combing through me hair.
I don’t know why his touch is so calming to me when I usually cringe at the slightest brush from people. I sound small, pathetic. If he stays, this will mean more than a simple release from stress and trauma. And he knows it.“Of course.”Guess it wasn’t such a hard choice. But, this reply reminds me of his answer to my previous question. He’d come in during one of my fits, right after I’d gotten into an argument with Delly. He’d told the doctors to leave, that he’d deal with me.
I’d flashback to the day he had helped rescue me from the Capital. I hadn’t wanted anyone to touch me then, either, but he had. He’d cut off the restraints and carried me to the escape craft. Maybe it was because he was taking me to safety or that he held me so tightly, but his touch had felt like a balm to my tormented mind and poisoned body. When he had come into my room here, I had asked him to touch me.
I hadn’t meant anything sexual, not at the time. He had crossed the room in three swift strides and kissed me. When I kissed him back, he had slipped his hands down my pants. Things were kind of a blur of skin and pleasure after that. He pulls the blanket over us and I have a question.“Why me, Gale?”For a moment, he looks angry, like he thinks I’m mocking his insecurity instead of stating my own.
Then he seems to understand. He leans down to kiss me and I get lost in the feel of him.
The vivid memories of cutting, punching and venom fade into nothingness. Not while he’s here, holding me close and kissing me like I’m the most valuable thing in Panem.
He pulls back to stare at me. But, I don’t really understand and he doesn’t elaborate. It’s enough. What would the old me think?
What would I have thought about me and Gale having sex in my sterile hospital room while Katniss trains to bring down an empire? About him spending the rest of the night in my bed rather than with her?
I know she’s not a mutt and she doesn’t deserve this. It doesn’t really matter. I’m not that person anymore. The person I am now just wants him to stay here. I’m terrified all the time. The only time that fear seeps away is when he touches me. And right now, he’s willing to keep doing it.
That’s all I can hope for. Hope? When did I start having that again?- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Katniss. I should have known that this would happen. I don’t know what the warning signs were but they must have been there. How do two people who hate each other suddenly have sex? I don’t know enough about it to explain why. This is new, though.
They’re still awkward around the other, not like the couples I’ve seen in District 1. I feel guilty for standing here behind the glass, watching them. But, Gale had been gone for so long after he went looking for Peeta. Neither want me anymore.
They’re lost in each other and I’m lost in this war.