Ami-chan Writes

While Peeta opened the tubs of frosting and laid them out on top of the dresser in the room that served as his bedroom in the tribute center the others pushed his bed against the far wall and laid sheets down on the floor that they'd stripped from his bed and Katniss'. Johanna stripped off the rest of her clothes and laid down on the floor given they had been through Capitol prep she was clean shaven except for a small gingery brown triangle of pubic hair. She shook her head as though tossing her hair even though her hair was short and didn't move in that way. She pursed her lips towards Finnick and winked at him and then stuck her tongue out at Katniss who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come on, Kittylips,” Johanna leaned her head back, “He's not going to paint your clothes. Avox lady!” she shouted.
“Her name is Lavinia,” Peeta remarked.
“Lavinia! Bring us the alcohol!”
“Seriously?” Katniss asked.
“Seriously, the Avox see much weirder, believe me,” Johanna rolled her eyes, “and nothing's really started yet.”
Dutifully the red-headed woman brought the remaining bottles into the room on a tray with the glass tumblers and set it down in the space on the dresser left free from frosting. She signed towards them.
“No, nothing else, thank you.” Finnick said.
Lavinia nodded pointed to the food dialer on the wall and a button by the door and then bowed her way out. Johanna poured liberal portions of three different bottles into one of the tumblers and gave it to Katniss, “Drink up,” she said, grinning, “Good for the nerves.”
Katniss treated her to a slight glare before taking a large gulp of the drink and striving to not pull a face at the strength of the drink. Johanna took one of the remaining bottles and took a drink from it and then offered it to Finnick before she flopped back down onto the floor like royalty waiting to be fed grapes.
Peeta went into the bathroom and came out with several towels and dropped them on the floor near Johanna, “Alright,” he said, “Who's going first?”
Johanna looked over at Katniss and patted the floor next to her, “It's your turn to start things off.”
“It was my idea!” Katniss said. She swallowed some more of the glass and then passed it to Finnick before sliding down on to the floor between the tributes from 4 and 7 and began to lift her shirt over her head. There was a half pause for a moment as it came up to the line of her breasts but she took an internal breath and then lifted it the rest of the way over her head. Her braid caught in the shirt and then flopped back down her back as the shirt was thrown on to the bed.
She felt a little self-conscious for the moment after that while Johanna had a tan and Finnick practically shone, Peeta was the pale white of the Merchant side she had the darker complexion of the Seam and that set her apart and was especially obvious now that she was shirtless in front of everyone with all her natural darkness but then she realized she wasn't being looked down on she was being admired. She had expected it from Peeta but at the same time had been afraid that once he saw her partly naked he would decide that he didn't actually want her after all, but now that neither Johanna nor Finnick was snarkily laughing at her but actually looking at her with desire she was...confused that was the word.
Peeta brought a few of the tubs of frosting down to the floor and a couple of the lids as well, and after asking and receiving a kiss in response to the question began to work on Katniss' stomach, mixing a few of the colors of frosting together wiping his hand on the towel in between taking shades out of the tubs so as not to cross contaminate a reddish brown color formed. Katniss found herself giggling here and there as his touch tickled. Johanna and Finnick curled around either side of Peeta to watch, and were then recruited to pass other colors Peeta lightened the brown here and there to add dappling and then to add a long patch along one side, a neck sprang up from the central mass going towards his fiancee's breast and then Peeta hesitated for a moment.
“I'm going to...”
“It's fine,” she said, blushing a little and, cautiously, worried that she might smudge something on her lower body moved his hand towards her breast and he painted the head of the animal.
“It's a deer!” Johanna said, “Well, a doe,” at Peeta's affirmation Finnick swiped a stripe of red frosting on Johanna's cheek. She countered with blue on his and then licked it off.
“Is it my turn next or Johanna's?” Finnick said, threatening her with a handful of green frosting.
“Are you sure you want more painting and not just a war?” Peeta asked.
“Both,” the both said.
“If you're going to be fighting I can't paint,” Peeta pointed out, “You need to be still for the work to be done.”
“Fine,” Johanna said. She lay down next to Katniss, licking her fingers where blue frosting remained.
Peeta held his hand out to Katniss to help her stand up. She kissed him deeply once she was standing, keeping her chest away from him so as not to smudge his creation and ran to the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. Finnick lay down close to Johanna. Peeta surveyed them deliberating a moment, and then put a large daub of blue and a large daub of white on one of the lids and partially mixed them giving himself a range of blue shades.
He began the blues around Finnick's waist line easily forming water and waves and then wiping off his hands picked up a separate lid and began looking at shades to begin forming something on Johanna when she saw him picking up some of the green she eyed him suspiciously, “No trees.”
“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said, “Did you see Mockingjays or fire on Katniss?”

“Do not get yourselves into any more trouble,” Haymitch had growled at them before he left with Effie, Cinna and Portia to Effie, Cinna and Portia they were heading down to join the rest of the prep team at an event on the ground floor of the training center that was being put on for the mentors and stylists.
“What else could we do?” Katniss asked. She was curled up on the couch in the main room. Peeta emerged from his room and looked at them curiously.
“I wouldn't put anything past you, sweetheart,” had been the answer.
Katniss treated him to a scowl.
He bowed to her before leaving, “I'm counting on you,” he pointed at Peeta, “No trouble.”
“What?” Peeta asked.
“I expected more is all,” Haymitch said and the door closed behind them.
Katniss stuck her tongue down into her chin towards the door as Peeta sat down beside her, “Why could they possibly think we'd be getting in trouble?” he asked.
“Maybe they know of my insidious plot to hang dummies of Seneca Crane throughout the tribute center to incite a riot.”
Peeta eyed her suspiciously, “Where are you going to get that many dummies?”
The question went unanswered because there was a beep from the door.
“Not it,” Katniss remarked, “If Haymitch forgot something I am not letting him in.”
The door beeped again, insistent.
“Fine,” Peeta said, standing back up. By the time he got to the door there was an insistent banging, and someone on the other side who was definitely not Haymitch was going.
“HEY! HEY! OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU TWO HAVEN'T GONE ANYWHERE!”
He recognized the voice instantly, “Johanna?” he said, opening up the door.
“Hey, Blondie!” she said with a wide grin. She had two bottles one green, one opaque white, behind her was a bemused Finnick carrying three more bottles and with a bag slung over his shoulder the strap braided rope.
“Are you going to let us in?” Finnick inquired, “Or do we start the party out here in the corridor?”
Peeta stepped to the side to let them in to the room.
Katniss stood up, surprised and confused, “What's going on?”
“Is that anyway to greet people who come bearing gifts?” Johanna asked, setting her bottles down on the coffee table after jumping over the couch between her and Katniss. Finnick moved by Peeta slapping him on the shoulder and sliding onto the couch by Johanna and setting down his own packages. There were now five bottles on the table and the mysterious bag which Johanna opened. It contained fruit and a circular device with a pointy middle and sieve holes which Peeta realized after a moment would allow fruit juice to strain through, and a small funnel.
“I'm still not--” Katniss started.
“Oh, now, Kittylips,” Johanna said, “Be still and be quiet.”
“Hark whose talking!” Katniss retorted.
“Peace both of you,” Finnick said, “Now is the time to eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die,” he popped the cork on one of the bottles and turned to Peeta, “I'm sure you have glasses somewhere...”
“You can't just show up and...”
“Katniss,” Peeta countered, turning to look for where glasses might be and finding that Darius had already brought some tumblers from the kitchen area and was handing them to him, “Thank you,” he murmured and walked back down to the lounge area and set them down on the coffee table.
“Don't 'Katniss' me,” Katniss told Peeta, “You weren't invited,” she turned to the other two Victors.
“All the more fun,” Johanna replied with a wink, “Invitations are boring.” She pulled a strawberry from the fruit assortment Finnick had tipped out and popped it into her mouth pulling the stem and leaves off and flicking it across the room just by Katniss face, “Besides what would you be doing if we weren't here. A riveting night of looking longingly at each other from across the room?”
Katniss glared at her more deeply, but Peeta shifted his eyes away a little, looking mildly embarrassed. Johanna let slip a wicked grin. She and Finnick exchanged knowing glances.
“Poor sweet babies,” Johanna teased. She patted the seat, “Are you gonna sit down, Blondie? I won't bite unless you ask me too.”
Finnick was rolling an orange between his hands, having poured a generous portion from two different bottles of drink into each of the four tumblers. He winked at Katniss as he did so and she rolled her eyes.
Peeta sat down across from Johanna next to where Katniss had been sitting. Katniss sat down next to him and crossed her arms and one leg over the other. Johanna laughed. Finnick pulled a knife from where it was attached to his ankle and began to cut the orange. Where juice slipped out of the orange he licked it and then licked his lips until he had the whole orange cut through and then he squeezed it into the glasses. Johanna popped a cherry into each one and Finnick cut two strawberries in half and dropped each half into a glass, then pushed two glasses across the table to the tributes from District 12.
“Come on,” he said, “Try it. It's sweet and delicious. Just like me.”
“What is it?” Peeta asked, picking the glass up and sniffing it.
“The ticket to a fun evening,” Johanna replied, “You guys really could do with loosening up.” She heaved a pointed look in Katniss' direction.
Peeta turned the drink around in his hands a few times and in the end swirled the strawberry around in the liquid and ate it, finding it definitely sweet but also very tasty, “S'good,” he said.
Katniss and Johanna had their eyes locked on each other.
“Seriously.” Johanna said, “I don't think you could get any tighter.”
Katniss picked up her glass and drank until it was empty and then set it back down, “Your move,” she said unable to keep the wicked grin from forming as she wiped the corner of her mouth and forced herself not to hiccup.

[/posted as chapter 1]

 

“Ah...got one!” Katniss pointed at Peeta, “I—I—I do not sleep in one room in my house!” Katniss said.

“Fine,” Peeta drank a shot, “I don't know how to hunt.”

The other three drank. Johanna picked up one of the green bottles and refilled the shot glasses on the coffee table. She had long since slipped down from the couch and on to the floor. The Avox had taken away the tumblers and replaced them with a dozen shot glasses about an hour ago hearing the game of “I Never” being proposed. Katniss was still on the couch. Finnick had moved to one of the comfy chairs and was lounging across it. Peeta was also sitting on the floor, head rested on his arms which were rested on the table, winding a finger through a pool of condensation that was on the surface.

“I do not have a room in my house dedicated to axes,” Finnick said, pointing with one finger from his now empty glass towards the tribute from District 7.

Johanna laughed, drummed her hands along the table top and took a drink from one of the shot glasses on the table, “I still say we should be stripping and not drinking,” she said.

“There's always time,” Finnick remarked, “Though some of us would be at a disadvantage.”

“You're—you're the one who goes around prac—practically naked,” Katniss managed.

“Well, then, maybe we should play truth or dare?” he offered.

Johanna rapped her hands on the table, the harder vibrations across the table, causing Peeta to sit up, “I am all for that!” she said, “What about you two?”

“Sounds fun,” Peeta said.

“Excellent!” Johanna rubbed her hands together, and topped off the few empty shots, “Alright, everyone take three and finish them! And then we'll start. Finnick can go first! Show you guys how it's done.”

“I think it's pretty self-explanatory,” Peeta remarked, downing one of the shots and failing to not pull a face as it burned his throat. Katniss slid down onto the floor by Peeta to drink her shots, steeling resolve to keep as straight a face as possible. Finnick and Johanna did their shots with no trouble, and then Finnick declared that he wanted a dare.

“Of course you do!” Johanna laughed and applauded, “Let's do something light don't want people chickening out,” she eyed Katniss again.

“Why...why is this always going to be...to be me that you say these things to?” Katniss demanded.

“Because,” Johanna said, “You're the one with the stick up your ass. So, the dare for the fair Finnick,” she looked between Finnick and the others at the table, “kiss...” she looked back and forth Katniss, Peeta, Katniss again, “...Peeta,” she said, “and make it a good one.”

“Who? What?” Peeta asked, looking about the table.

Katniss drew herself up straight backed, “This is a dare for Finnick.”

“I know.” Johanna answered, “and this is how the game works oh dear person who hasn't played it before. So, Finnick, do you accept your dare?” She treated him to a cat-like grin.

Finnick slid off the chair so that he landed next to Peeta and put his hand on the blonde boy's thigh. He leaned in, closing the distance between his face and Peeta's, “You're okay, yes?”

“Does this count as my dare too?” Peeta inquired with a half smile.

“Sure, why not?” Johanna laughed, “I'm game.”

“You just--” Katniss started.

“Hush, hush, Kittylips,” Johanna waved a hand, “Enjoy the show.”

Finnick put his hand under Peeta's chin and turned his face up towards his own and then pressed his lips onto the younger boy's gently, then more firmly. He moved his hands to cup the back of Peeta's head. Peeta found he had one hand on Finnick's back and one on the back of Finnick's head as he returned the kiss. Finnick's tongue pressed between his lips searching for Peeta's, found it and toyed with it and then left it alone, toyed again and then moved away again, back to simply kissing and then tongue simply teasing lips enticing Peeta's tongue to seek out his mouth instead which it did almost on reflex. Both of them had hands gripped on each others heads now and rose up onto their knees, the kiss deepening, pressure intensifying on each others' lips, breath hitching slightly.

Johanna let out a whoop.

Katniss felt her cheeks burning.

At the whoop the two boys broke apart. Peeta sank back down towards the floor feeling his cheeks redden.

Finnick wiped his mouth with his thumb and gave a sly smirk towards Katniss, “I can see why you want to keep him to yourself,” he said.

Peeta reddened slightly more, wondering how that was even possible.

“I think we need food,” Finnick remarked, “Miss Avox, if you please! I know I worked up an appetite!” He elbowed Peeta conspiratorially.

“Your pick,” Johanna remarked.

“Katniss,” Finnick said, popping a cherry into his mouth and chewing on it, while watching her and grinning, “Truth or Dare.”

“Truth,” Katniss answered.

“Boring,” Johanna remarked.

“Not necessarily,” Finnick said.

Katniss swallowed, nervously, remembering through drunken haze who she had just said “truth” to.

Finnick pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth and set it down in the middle of the table, “So, dear Katniss, tell us the truth. How far have you and Peeta gone?”

“Gone?” she asked.

“Wow,” Johanna said, “Do you really not? Kissing? Groping? Eating out? Blow jobs? All the way?”

Katniss chewed on the question for a moment.

“Truth. Remember.” Finnick said.

“Kissing,” she answered, “and a little bit of hands, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” Johanna was clearly disappointed, “Be still my heart.”

The Avox came back, carefully slid the shot glasses to one side of the table and set down a tray of sandwiches and a tray of small cakes. There had been another empty tray underneath the tray of cakes and they put all the empty shot glasses onto that tray as it rested on the table. They made some signing motions.

“Yes,” Finnick said, “I think more of the tumbler size would be good.”

The Avox nodded and disappeared again.

“So, it's my turn?” Katniss said.

“Yes.” Johanna said.

“Okay. Johanna, I pick you.”

“Dare.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Finnick said.

Katniss chewed on her lip, and then looked towards the window and then back at the other victors seated around the table.

“Come on, Kittylips, we haven't got all night.” Johanna said, drumming her fingers on the table again.

Her mind was blank. There were so many things she could think of but they weren't truly dares. Johanna had been naked in the training center before. She'd stripped in the elevator when they first met even.

“Alright. You're taking too long. Blondie, come here.”

Peeta looked over, confused.

“Come here,” Johanna said, waving her hand.

Peeta stood up carefully, bracing his hands on the table, afraid that alcohol would make him extremely unsteady on his prosthetic, and stepped around Katniss and then carefully sat down again between Katniss and Johanna who whipped his shirt partly off before he knew what she was doing. It stopped at his arms because of how he was sitting, but his chest was bare.

“Johanna!” Katniss shouted.

“What are you--?” Peeta got out.

Johanna just grinned mischievously, picking up one of the cakes that was a puff pastry filled with whipped cream, “You've forfeited because you took too long to come up with something,” she told Katniss, “so you get the dare instead.”

“What?” Katniss sputtered, “How is that?”

“It's in the rules,” Finnick said.

“You never said.”

“You never actually asked what the rules were,” Johanna pointed out, sticking her finger into the cake and scooping out a huge daub of cream, “So, really, that's on you,” she wiped the cream onto Peeta's bare chest making sure that it was across his left nipple which was closest to Katniss, “Lick it off him,” she said, licking the remains of the cream off her own finger the cat-like grin returning.