"Daddy can come first just this once" he mumbles against her neck pulling back slightly so that she could work on his belt before wrapping his fingers around her waist and lifting her, his fingers reaching under her skirt to tug at her panties. "I missed you baby.."
"You can come first a whole lot more than you think, you’re just so selfless," She pointed out, tilting her head to the side to give him more access. "Then again, you’ve always been more selfless than me." In everything, it seemed. Not that it was a bad thing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her back firmly to the door. "I missed you too. So much."
Gross my mood dropped.
I have to work anyway at 9.
"No, I’m askin’ yuh tuh fuckin’ make me breakfast an’ wash th’ god damn dog." He snaps, eyes rolling with more dramatics than he’s likely allowed. "Th’ fuck do yuh think m’ askin’?"
With hardly a bat of his eye, Sevo walks past her and her bat. He passes the couch - steps over a rug that’s folded and worn - before peeking his head out of a nearby open window. Just to the left is his goal, ideally emptier than this house is. Though with his current luck…
"I want tuh use yer god damn balcony, or window if y’ain’t got one of those. An’ please, I got a fuckin’ vitamix. Ain’t no need fer yer blenduh."
Amity didn’t know why she was still standing in place. Why wasn’t she moving forward with the bat, swinging away like a professional basebally player?
Because she wasn’t exactly all that brave. She talked big game, but showed little. She was a lot of bark and no bite, unfortunately. She watched as he walked past her with no fear, not even a little. Fucker.
"Oh, wow, I’m sorry, Juliet, do you need my balcony to call down to your Romeo or something? You don’t have your own fucking balcony?"
”Th’ least a person could do
is be out of their fuckin’ place
when I need tuh break intuh it.
Oh, calm th’ hell down fore
yuh pass out. Ain’t here fer yuh,
An’ I ain’t gon’ cause trouble if
yuh stay out of my way.”
"….Are you seriously asking me to calm the hell down?"
She was looking a fool right now, baseball bat in hand, dressed her her oversized tshirt with with her red hair all up in a messy bun. Hadn’t she done the bolt lock? Maybe. Maybe not. There were a lot of maybe nots.
"The fuck you want? I don’t have anything of value, except my Cuisinart blender and over my dead body are you getting that."
Peeta smiles shifting her to press her body against the now closed door, his fingers stroking her hip gently. “Oh no. They have had mommy all day, I think its daddys turn to spend some time with her..” he mumbles trailing his lips down her neck slowly pressing his hips to her own.
"That’s true. For once, Daddy can come first," Amity replied in a quiet tone, leaning into his kiss eagerly and allowing tiny gasps from her lips when he started to kiss at her neck. Her fingers fumbled with his belt, trying to rid of it as quickly as possible.
"Don’t they?" he mumbles before pressing his lips softly to her own, his arm wrapping around her waist to pull her against him. "It has always been your weakness"
A nice moment she’d missed so much—nearly ruined by the sound of two boys laughing and running into the house. “Oh no, not this time,” Amity muttered firmly, shutting the bathroom door with her foot. “They can wait a few minutes, hm?”
Why are there random fucking models in the Emma Stone tag GET OUT.
"I know what you mean… maybe you just need a little more spice in your life babe.."
"Coming from a baker, food puns oddly suit you," she murmured, smiling faintly. "But I like the way you talk."