Murderous Love (Gale + Peeta oneshot) (RATED T)
Apr 1, 2010 17:20:51 GMT -5
Post by rizzo13 on Apr 1, 2010 17:20:51 GMT -5
MURDEROUS LOVE
Peeta + Gale Oneshot
Peeta + Gale Oneshot
Gale was traumatized. The 74th Hunger Games were over and Katniss was back. With Peeta. That idiotic imbecile. Who stole Katniss from him. He tricked her! He lied to her! He was a fraud! A scoundrel! A pig! Gale had to do something to get Katniss back … but what?
He walked to Katniss's house first, the one she had gotten from winning the Hunger Games with that baker. He knocked three times on the door and Katniss answered. She was wearing a sexy red dress. Gale tried to smile but failed tremendously. He couldn't make himself show happiness with the serious thing he was about to say.
Katniss was the first to speak. “Gale, I've been meaning to talk to you. I-”
Gale interrupted her, not in a rude way but in a loving way. He grabbed her hand and said, “Katniss … I love you.” Katniss frowned and shook her head solemnly.
“Gale-”
“Ever since that first time in the woods that I saw you I noticed something about you that stood out, that made you different. Tell me that you noticed the same thing.”
“Gale …. I would love to but ….. I don't love you ….. I think of you as a best friend not as a lover. It was incredibly nice of you to tell me but ….. this can't happen, I'm sorry.”
Gale was shocked. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was lying. She was joking. She was playing an incredibly cruel practical joke on him. “There's someone else isn't there. It's that baker's kid! I knew it!” Gale threw his hands up to his forehead and sighed in frustration. He turned from Katniss's house and walked to where Peeta's was.
“Stop! Gale! It isn't what you think!” Gale ignored her and walked all the way to Peeta's house. He heard Katniss slam her door. He knocked plenty of times on Peeta's door before he finally answered. Peeta looked mad that Gale had disturbed him.
“Hey Peeta, may I come in?” Gale asked, putting on his best acting voice. He smiled and went on in without Peeta's consent.
“Actually I was getting ready to take a shower ….” Peeta said.
“Oh, it's OK I'll wait here for you to take it.” Gale smiled and Peeta reluctantly nodded and walked into his bathroom. He didn't lock the door. Big mistake.
Gale waited for the water to start in the shower to make his move. He walked to the bathroom and quietly opened the door. Gale could see a fuzzy outline of Peeta in the shower and smiled. Steam rose from the shower and fogged the mirror. Gale closed the door behind him and locked it. Peeta heard it and asked, “Is someone there?” No response. “Gale is that you?” Gale refused to answer.
Peeta turned off the water and took a towel from a rack and wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and looked at Gale. Gale looked at Peeta's vulnerable chest and wanted to see more. No he had to stop this. He wasn't gay. He had to do what he had told himself to do. He had to murder Peeta.
Peeta smiled and stepped closer to Gale, having tied the towel securely on to his waist. “Why did you really come to my home?” He asked sexily. Gale had to think of something. He had to think of something to say that would make since.
“I wanted to tell you something ….”
“And what would that be?” Peeta asked stepping even closer to Gale. Gale could feel Peeta's breath. He could feel the warmth that he had carried from the water of the shower.
“I- I …...... I love you Peeta.” Gale said, not able to think of anything else. Peeta smiled.
“Good,” he said. What was going on? Before Gale could protest Peeta closed the rest of the distance between them and pressed his hot lips against Gale's cool ones. Before Gale knew what he was doing he had wrapped his arms around Peeta's neck and was kissing him back passionately. What was happening?
Peeta's arms wrapped around Gale's waist as he kissed him with all of his might. Peeta's arms moved from Gale's waist to the bottom of Gale's shirt. His hands wandered up it and felt of his smooth glossy skin. It was so wonderful, so perfect.
Gale felt Peeta's warm hands against his chest and moaned with pleasure. This was what he had always wanted. He never loved Katniss he had always loved Peeta. This was so right. He wanted to kiss him forever. He wanted to feel his hands on his chest for the rest of his life. Katniss was history. Peeta was his true love.
