FWWF Pt 2

[amichan]

Katniss took hold her braid with her left hand and leaned over so she could lick the lower part of the now melting cream which was running down Peeta's chest. The blond boy's breath hitched at the touch of her tongue which was tracing a line up his chest.
Johanna covered her mouth to stifle the giggle not wanting to distract them. She was hoping they would go further than initially dared. She also now had another idea and leaned over and whispered it to Finnick who obligingly went to order supplies from the food dialer.
Katniss had moved closer to Peeta and her hands were on his shoulders as her tongue and mouth continued to kiss and lick their way up his chest. Peeta was moaning as Katniss sucked and on his nipple and Johanna surveyed his body to see he was indeed becoming erect. Katniss continued to kiss Peeta's chest even though the cream was gone at this point and Peeta reached down to take hold her face and kissed her deeply. She gave in completely.
Finnick brought the first of the supplies Johanna had requested to the table: two gallon tubs. He eyed the kissing couple and then winked at Johanna who had stood up. She pushed off the edge of the couch and the table and launched herself towards Finnick who she climbed on to like he was a tree. The force of this and the ferociousness of the kiss she planted on him pushed him back on to the couch behind them. She probed his mouth deeply with her tongue and he returned the intensity of the kiss, gripping her back tightly as she clawed his head and shoulders.
An urgent beeping pulled Katniss and Peeta's confused attention away from each other and over to where the sound was coming from and then to Finnick and Johanna who were groping at each other on the couch. Johanna's hand was down inside Finnick's trousers and Finnick's hand was up inside her shirt. Johanna's other hand was knotted tightly in Finnick's hair. Slowly Johanna realized that they were being watched and turned and looked with a sly smile over at the younger couple, “Yes?” she inquired, hand still down Finnick's pants massaging his penis.
“What's the beeping?” Katniss asked.
“Oh,” Johanna removed her hand from Finnick's cock and shifted her weight so that she rolled sideways and pulled herself towards the back of the couch releasing Finnick towards the room. She squeezed his butt with that hand, “That's for you,” she gave him another kiss.
“Hmm...” Finnick remarked, “You're making it hard,” he laughed, “for me to go.”
“That was part of the idea,” she laughed, and slapped his ass as he stood up.
Finnick hopped over Johanna and over the back of the couch towards the food dialer which was complaining that it had more to deliver but was still full of it's current load. He removed the tubs and handed them to Johanna on the couch before going back for the next set.
“What is this?” Katniss asked.
“Why don't you ask, lover boy?” Johanna asked.
“Please don't call me that,” Peeta complained, “Stick with Blondie.”
“Fair enough,” Johanna said as Peeta sat up and pulled one of the tubs towards him.
“It's frosting?” he said, not quite believing what he was reading, “This one is blue...the others are different colors?” he guessed.
“Indeed,” Johanna said, stretching and pulling her shirt off as she did so, “Your dare,” she pointed to Peeta with the hand that was holding her shirt, “is to paint me with it.”
“It's not his turn,” Katniss started.
“Eh, who cares about turns any more?” Johanna said, “and who else could do a decent job at this anyway?”
Katniss chewed on this, skimming her eyes across Johanna's nude tanned upper body and turned her gaze away from her, taking a long drink out of one of the open bottles on the table.
“Would you rather he paint me?” Finnick asked, lazily, “or you?” he arched an eyebrow, “We could all do with a camouflage lesson, to be honest, who knows what the arena has in store for us after all.”
“Don't ruin a perfectly fun evening.” Johanna warned, bouncing her breasts in her hands.
“I wasn't—” Katniss started.
“I was talking to him,” Johanna said, “No talk of the Games,” she threw an apple at Finnick but he caught it with ease took a bite out of it and threw it back with a wink. Johanna batted it away towards the other two. Peeta wasn't fully paying attention: he'd opened the container of frosting and was massaging some of it between his fingers examining the consistency he jumped as Katniss caught the apple before it hit him in the ear.
“So...” Finnick leaned over the table, rubbing a hand across his smooth chest, “who is being painted exactly?”
“Yesss,” Johanna purred, plopping her breasts on Finnick's back and running her hands through his hair, “Let's not make the decision take forever again, Kitty-catniss, or you'll lose the right to make it like you did before.”
“Why not everyone then?” Katniss said quickly before she changed her mind, “It seems like this is something everyone wants a turn at, because I mean....amazing...what do you say, Peeta?” She offered the bottle towards him and pushed a tub of frosting towards him with it, “paint me like one of your fancy cakes?” she threw her head back and waved it from side to side a little.
He laughed and then covered his mouth with the bottle he took from her hand afraid it might have sounded a little odd, “I thought you'd never ask,” he said, taking a drink from the bottle and offering it out as a toast.