Alyssa Hamilton is Heaven's soldier. (four_leaves) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-04-12 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, peeta mellark |
Who: Alyssa and Peeta.
What: He's a boy again!
Where: Alyssa's house.
When: Right after he gets his body back.
Rating: PG-13 for non-explicit sex.
Status: Complete!
It was a glorious Saturday into Sunday midnight when Peeta opened his eyes and realized he was in his own body. His own flesh and blood, plus some metal, that he knew better than anything else in the world. He was even thankful to feel that stump at the end of his leg that meant it was his body and the scars that scattered around his body. Being a female had taught him a lot of interesting things, but he didn’t want to be in someone else’s body for very long. And now he finally got his wish to be back to normal. Plus, he didn’t think that he would be able to keep up with the flu lie for every much longer and he was ready to show his face around town. He had gone in at night and worked on some things, despite his brothers’ protests, and the bakery was running right on track.
But today he wasn’t scheduled to be in since he had taken the time off, so why not have a little fun this late in the evening? He knew exactly who he wanted to have fun with and hopefully they were still awake. There were no texts sent because he wanted it to be a surprise when he stopped by Alyssa’s house, but he spent an hour and a half putting together some nutella caramel swirl cheesecake bars to bring over to her. Once that was finished he got ready to go see her and then got into his car. He drove over with a stupid grin on his face due to the circumstances and he was looking forward to being able to touch Alyssa with his own hands. Once at her place he walked up to the front door, rang the doorbell, and waited nervously for her to answer. And it was completely worth it the moment she opened the door and he didn’t even give her a chance to say anything. He stepped forward, cupped her cheek in his hand, and captured her lips with his own.
It was a Saturday evening and Alyssa couldn’t sleep. She was in her sleep clothes, a t-shirt and some panties. But when the doorbell rang, she blinked and pulled on some PJ pants, padding quickly to the door.
Normally, she’d have fussed at being surprised so late, but when Peeta stepped forward and kissed her, she just smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, kissing back. She could already tell it was Peeta back in his body; Rose in Peeta’s body wouldn’t have kissed her at all, especially not like this.
“Thank goodness,” she murmured. “I missed this.”
“A week of pure torture, but you’ve been amazing at putting up with this,” he complimented her with a laugh as he moved his face slightly so he could nuzzle against her cheek. It was completely true though. She had been basically a saint through all this and didn’t even bat an eyelash at him being in a woman’s body. The network was absolutely insane and he was thankful she was a part of it because any other girl would have never put up with it.
“And because of that, I also brought you a gift,” he had to release her cheek and presented her the gift box with the bars inside of it. He didn’t want to stop touching her, but he knew that he should give her the dessert first before they got caught up in whatever they were going to do now that he was a real boy again.
“Not that amazing, I just did what anyone would do for their friend.” Sighing, she kissed his cheek and leaned against him. Almost pouting when he pulled away (her lower lip pouted out rather substantially), she laughed and looked down. Pulling away a bit of tin foil, she grinned widely. “You’re amazing,” she murmured. “Can we have one now and then go snog in my room?”
“Well, then I’m very glad that I am your friend. You helped me figure out how in the world to act like a girl. If you weren’t around I’d probably would have just wandered around in sweatpants, ugly hair, and no bra,” he drawled before grinning at her comment, “And of course. I’m not going to tell you no. Especially not today. I’m a real boy again and I intend to make the most of it.” And he was straight it off right by kissing her and he would probably continue kissing her until he couldn’t breathe anymore.
“And I’d have stayed with you anyway.” She ran her fingertips over his cheek, grinning and thanking every god there was that Kitty was sleeping still. Alyssa’s slim arms moved over him, pulling him closer and glad the door was shut behind him. “Cheescake, fridge. Have some after,” she murmured between snogs, in the cruel moments where they had to breathe. She wished she was wearing something cuter than PJ pants and a t-shirt, but oh well. At least her hair was brushed?
In this moment he would not have cared if her hair wasn’t brushed. And he thought she looked amazing in her pj pants and t-shirt. He thought she looked beautiful period, so he was quite easy to please. His arms looped around her waist as he tried to steer them towards the kitchen so they could get rid of the bars before going up to her room. “I’m not completely sure where your fridge is,” he admitted with a laugh as he kissed along her jawline, “So…. you may want to make sure we’re going the right way.”
“I will do the right thing here in the sake of saving time.” She didn’t want to part from him, but she took the plate of treats and moved toward the kitchen with it, depositing it in the fridge with haste. Taking him by the hand, she tugged him down the hall toward the master bedroom.
It made her smile to think that this was his first time in her bedroom. It used to be her mother’s before she passed away, but Alyssa had redone it in her own style - blue walls, dark woods, and lots of comfy things to curl up on. Once the door was shut, she kicked off her PJ pants and hopped onto the bed. “I only had those on because I thought you might be a delivery person.”
“You will thank yourself later for this act of mercy,” Peeta pointed out to her with a laugh. It would have taken far more time for him to get them into the kitchen. Now that the bars were in the fridge he was more than happy to allow himself to be tugged towards her bedroom. There would be no more distractions, hopefully, for the two of them once they reached it.
The room was quite nice and it seemed to fit her personality quite well. The bed looked quite inviting and he kicked off his shoes before joining her on the bed. And his eyes were instantly drawn to the bare skin she revealed and a grin appeared on his face, “You should have left them off. It’s like the start to some horrible porno.”
“How is it like the start to a porno? You haven’t offered to fix anything in the house. You’re not a plumber. If it was a baked goods porn, we’d be in the kitchen, being deviant with batter.” Sprawling out on the bed, she rolled over so he could have room to stretch out as well. “We could still go do that if you wanted, though.”
“We already got somewhat deviant in a bakery,” Peeta pointed out to her with a wolflike grin as he looped an arm around her waist and moved onto his side, “And I said it was a horrible porno, didn’t I? There is absolutely no plot and we start having sex the minute you answer your door in your panties.”
“I was wearing pajama bottoms, thank you.” Alyssa reached out to grab a pillow, whalloping him over the head with it. “And for your information, the best porn is the porn without plot, because then you don’t have to be bored with a hand down your trousers.”
“You are the porn fairy, so I’m going to default you as the expert on this matter,” he teased as he ran a hand along her hip and down her thigh. His face took on a somewhat more serious expression as he did that and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Being a woman was pure torture. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I couldn’t do anything about it. Plus, it was someone I knew so I couldn’t really run around grabbing my own breasts and such.”
“I know,” Alyssa smiled. She moved closer to him, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. “It was why I kept trying to distract you.” She’d brought over movies, given lots of shoulder rubs, and lots of scalp rubs. “I’d have offered to shag you if it was your body, but it wasn’t.” If he ever woke up as a girl that was still him, Alyssa would make with the shagging, but not when it was someone else’s body.
“But we can make up for lost time, if you want.” Alyssa giggled. “Unfortunately for you, my tits aren’t nearly as big as Rose’s. Sorry.”
“You’re a distraction and a curse,” Peeta pointed out with a laugh as he gently nuzzled against her neck, “I really appreciate you coming and helping me out. Thank you. And I will keep that in mind if something crazy happens and I end up as a female again.” And he certainly did hope that it wouldn’t be someone else and just himself. It just added an extra awkward element in a friendship when you switched bodies.
Her comment earned a chuckle that vibrated against her skin as he moved his lips up to her neck to her own, “I like your tits far better than hers. And I would love to make up for lost time. Especially since this had to happen right after our fun at the bakery. Talk about the ultimate cockblock.”
“I’m so sorry. I could find some frosting somewhere? Or I think I have things to make it, if you want.” She sat up a little bit, unbuttoning her shirt. Things were strange with Peeta - albeit in a good way. She felt so comfortable, like they’d been dating for ages. Instead, they were just casually dating, not even a really committed couple yet. God, she hoped it was yet.
Instead of unbuttoning her shirt all the way, she stopped after three buttons and lay back down. “I’ll be here for you. It’s the least I can do.”
A playful grin crossed over his features at the idea of finding some frosting. But that wasn’t really what he wanted to do right in this moment because he wanted to experience her without anything extra. When she laid back down he sat up and reached over to finishing the unbuttoning of her shirt. “No frosting today. Well, maybe later, but for now we’re going au naturel,” he pushed her shirt apart once it was undone and smiled at her, “You are so incredibly beautiful.”
She shivered a little, trying not to blush too much at being topless around him. Pushing the unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders, she moved to tug his shirt off of his head too. “I’m all right,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “It’s a bit mad how much I fancy you,” she chuckled nervously. “I suppose you’d tell me if you wanted to see me less, though.”
“You’re more than all right,” he chastised her gently before shaking his head as her comment. At least she was on the same page as him. It was strange how well things were going and how quickly the two of them had connected. She had invaded his life by surprise and he was more than happy to let it happen, “Is it mad that it’s only been a week and I feel like I never want to stop seeing you? Because I think it might be.”
It was a bold statement to make, but it was honestly how he felt. He helped remove his shirt and tossed it off the side of the bed as he sat there with her. His hand lifted up to cup her cheek, his thumb running along the skin there briefly, before trailing his hand down her neck and to her chest.
Smiling, she ducked her head, biting her lower lip. “I - don’t think you’ll want to stop seeing me for this, but. I should tell you.” Turning around, she showed her back to him. There was a scar on her lower back that looked a bit like a starburst, thick and heavy. It almost looked like a brand.
Confusion passed over his face at her words and then more at her actions. There was a scar there and he reached out to run his fingers over it, “What is this from?” It looked like it had to have hurt and he certainly knew about scars. There were a handful of random scars scattered around his body thanks to his time in warzones, but he was still nervous about showing her what was left of his left leg.
“I was kidnapped. I - you know about how powers can transfer over from the dreams?” She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling her knees to her chest. “This woman, this witch, she fancied me. I kept rebuffing her, so one day she paralyzed me and kidnapped me. Tortured me with magic. Now I have that to remember.” She didn’t detail the escape, how she’d used her own magic to free herself eventually, but it seemed like something she should tell him before the shagged. “I just ... you should know if we decide to see each other exclusively.”
They were both carrying around their own internal wounds that they didn’t allow other people to see. He felt for her and understood how hard it was to come back from something like that. So, instead of saying anything he instead kissed her and let his emotions come through. He felt sorrow, anger, sadness, and love for her in this moment especially since he hadn’t know her then and couldn’t have helped her.
“I’m sorry, Alyssa. No one should ever have to go through something like that,” his voice was gentle once he broke the kiss and he tried to lighten the mood with a quirk of his eyebrow, “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”
“It took me a long time to come to terms with, but ... I know that now.” She let her forehead rest against his once they were done kissing, and she let her hands run up and down his chest. But then he was silly again, and she laughed. “Oi, you’re the one who said that you wanted to keep seeing me forever! If you won’t let me be your girlfriend but you’re monopolizing all my time, that’s just selfish.” Leaning down, she playfully nipped his chest before kissing the spot gently. “And rude.”
“I’m incredibly rude and selfish,” he admitted with a grin as a slight shiver ran down his spine at her nipping, “But ignoring that fact, yes, I do want to keep seeing you. In the worlds of Casper, ‘Can I keep you?’ And, if we’re going to swap scar stories then I’m going to tell you that my leg is not pretty at all. It’s a lot to handle and if you can’t then I understand.” He wasn’t going to mention she was the first girl he had been with since the accident. He had a few dates, but a few of them did not enjoy the idea of him only having one leg and it didn’t advance very far.
“Oh, I remember that film!” Her hands had moved to undo his belt, but she stopped. “If it hurts, I might be able to help a bit. I have uh. Powers too? Wait, can we shag before I go into what they are? I’m cockblocking myself. What’s the female version of a cockblock?” Alyssa tended to ramble when nervous, and she was very nervous disclosing her powers to Peeta, if only because he didn’t have any thus far.
“I don’t think it’ll hurt?” he really honestly wasn’t sure about that. He didn’t really have much throbbing in his leg anymore except when it came to his dreams. It was a little surreal that he lost the same leg in his dreams, but the phantom pains had been disappearing as his dreams moved on. But his mind was quickly distracted when she mentioned powers, “Um. no idea what it is and you should probably explain it to me now. Let’s get this out in the open before I start claiming you as my girlfriend.”
This was such a weird conversation to be having in just her knickers. “In my dreams, I’m a Rooder. They’re ... well, we’re warriors. They’re always girls, and the first born child to any given Rooder will be a Rooder herself. We can see ghosts, and send them up to Heaven or down to Hell. We hunt demons mostly. I can teleport anywhere I’ve already been, make holy water. I’m strong, I’m fast, and I have a magic bow that has holy light for arrows. And Imighthaveaflamingswordinmychest,” she blurted. “But I only use the sword on non-demons. Oh, and I can heal in limited capacities.” She held up her fingers, and suddenly the tips glowed with gold light. “It just feels nice if you’re not hurt.”
Right. None of that was weird. She felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest.
Wow. That was not what he was expecting at all. Granted, he knew people on the network had a variety of different things that came with their Dreams. He was certainly not special in his Dreams and neither was anyone else in them, so having super powers was still a strange concept to him. But to sit here with a girl he truly liked and find out that she was some kind of super powered demon fighter? That was not what he had been expecting when he came over today.
“I -- uh -- wow. You’re a million times more interesting and amazing than I ever thought,” he admitted. He was only slightly scared at how much power was inside of her tiny body, but he knew it wouldn’t be used against him. The flaming sword part was freaky, but wasn’t really something he thought needed to be explained right at this very moment. He took her hand into his and moved the glowing fingers closer to his face so he could inspect them, “You’re going to have to show me more things, but now is not one of those times.”
She let a finger run over his lower lip, knowing that the glowing probably tingled. It was probably not the purpose of her ability to try to arouse someone in this way, but she didn’t care. He seemed to not be bothered by her powers, and it was humbling enough to almost bring her to tears. Instead of thinking about how happy she was, she decided to show it.
Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again, deeper than before. Before she’d been nervous; now she was grateful and wanting. She almost wanted to thank every girl who’d been stupid enough to rebuff him for his leg; Peeta was more than just a limb. She’d be there with him if he’d lost all of them.
It was definitely making his lip tingle and he was still a bit in slight shock due to her confession, so his senses were a little wonky. But that quickly disappeared when she kissed him like that. There was an amount of emotion behind the kiss that caused his stomach to flip. He pulled her close to him as they continued to kiss and slowly moved her to lay her back on the bed once again.
“So. Yes. I do fancy you, and I was asking you to be my boyfriend. In case you’re interested. I think that position’s still open.” She smiled up at him, letting her fingers run over his shoulders, his neck.
“Well, it’s a good thing that I fancy you as well,” the word fancy certainly felt strange on his tongue, but he loved how it sounded when she said it, “because I am definitely interested in that position. Let’s see how the sex is first and you can tell me if I passed the interview or not.” As her fingers ran along his skin he reached down to finish unbuckling his pants before pulling away from her. He needed to stand to get his pants off properly, so he left her for a moment on the bed by herself as he removed his pants completely. “Um...not sure if I should take the leg off or leave it on.”
Alyssa shook her head. “You passed the interview. The sex is just a bonus.” She watched him undress, taking the opportunity to wiggle out of her panties. “Honestly, whichever would be more comfortable for you. I don’t want you to feel awkward or uncomfortable. Sex should be fun, yeah?” Reaching out, she ran her fingernails along his spine, smiling to herself. Returning to the OC hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
"Let's go with off this time just to see how it goes. I can switch it up next time," he mused aloud as he reached down to undo the prosthetic and set it on the floor. He was slightly nervous now because he was without his leg and she could see the burn scars on his skin from the accident. But his thoughts quickly turned to her instead and he climbed back onto the bed and over to her, "hello there, beautiful."
“Hello there yourself.” She’d looked, and she was curious, but she didn’t say anything. If anything, it made her want to make him feel better. Which gave her an idea. After kissing his lip, she moved to kiss his clavicle, then down his chest.
The kiss was returned and his lips parted in slight surprise when she began her descent downward. There were a few guesses as to what would happen, but he was more than happy to let her do whatever she wanted. A hand reached up to run his fingers through her hair, which he thought may be his favorite part of her, and wound a strand around his finger as he watched her; his breathing becoming shallower.
She smiled up at him when he played with her hair before setting to. It was odd, probably, giving a boy a blowjob before you shagged him, but she liked how happy boys got when they finished - the rather predictable grin of satiation, the way they seemed to just glow.
If Peeta had learned anything about Alyssa in the week they’ve been seeing each it was that she was completely unpredictable. It was part of what drew him to her and he was certainly not going to complain about what she was doing right now. Besides, this totally made all his nerves completely disappear as he closed his eyes for a moment and moaned her name.
It had been her goal to get him to relax, and she moved a little faster. Really, boys always psyched themselves up to be amazing during sex, which was just stupid. She focused just on him for a while before bearing off and reaching for a condom in the bedside drawer. Her smile was soft as she looked down at him, rolling it on carefully.
The hand that was tangled in her hair moved forward so that he could cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her jawline gently, as he watched her. It surprised him in that moment how much he cared about her already and to stop himself from saying something stupid he moved his head towards her to kiss her. There was something there between the two of them that made him feel more vulnerable than usual and he was so very glad she had not made any mention of how different he looked.
Once the condom was on, she moved back up so she could kiss him gently, smiling and straddling him. “Hi,” she murmured, lightly stroking the shell of his ear. He looked so calm, so happy, and it made her want to keep him that way as often as she could.
The greeting earned a deep chuckle from him as he reached between her legs and gently stroked her. "Remind me to send your bad other first date a thank you note," he teased with a smile. He had gotten lucky that that particular date had not worked out. When he felt that she was ready he moved her hips slightly and pushed into her as his head moved to kiss her neck with a groan.
“Mmm, it wasn’t bad, he’s just not interested in me. Wanted to gossip about the girl he does fancy, which is fine.” She stumbled over her words, closing her eyes tightly and murmuring his name. Her hair fell into her eyes, surrounding them like a curtain. He was deceptively strong for a boy of his stature, which she supposed came from being in the military. Whatever other girls didn’t like him were idiots. Alyssa wrapped her arms around him when he kissed her neck, whimpering quietly. Considering this was first time sex, it was far less clumsy and awkward than she’d thought it would be, and much more intense. She felt comforted, cared for.
The military and then the bakery helped him keep up his arm strength and he was never happier than in that moment about it. They fell together in a rhythm that made it seem like they were well practiced together and not together for the first time. His lips trailed downward as he held her tight against him, murmuring her name against her skin.
Eventually she’d be able to voice her surprise at how synchronized they were, but in that moment, she simply held on and closed her eyes, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck. Dear god, she hoped she wouldn’t wake up Kitty - thank goodness for Kitty’s bedroom being on the other side of the house.
Peeta’s teeth gently grazed along her neck as they continued to move together. He sensed when she was getting close and made sure to distract his mind to keep himself from finishing before her. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait much longer before he was calling out her name and tightening his grasp on her. He moved his head away from her neck so that he could watch her and gently placed a kiss on her lips when his breathing started to level out.
Leaning her forehead against his, she smiled, kissing him again. “Hi,” she murmured, letting her breath catch up to her slowing heartbeat. “That was. Um. Wow.” She giggled, suddenly realizing that her adrenaline was still going.
That giggle was like music to his ears and he kissed those grinning lips before letting out a laugh, “Did I pass that part of the test too? I think we’ve proven that this body swap is truly over and I’m a real boy again. But just want to make sure you’re happy with the boyfriend part.” There was just a tiny smidge of nervousness in his voice because he hoped that he pleased Alyssa. Oh to be young and in lust with someone. Although he would definitely put himself past lust right now and into deep like.
“You idiot, I’d want you to be my boyfriend even if you were confused about this part.” Alyssa moved some of Peeta’s sweat-damp hair off of his forehead. “You’re stuck with me, for as long as you want to be. If you still want to be.”
The name calling earned a bright grin from Peeta as he laughed and hugged her tightly, “You wouldn’t mind that because then you’d get to be the teacher. And perfect, I want to be stuck with you for quite a while. And I fully intend on taking you out and about today to do absolutely nothing and everything at once.” He was just enjoying the idea of finally being back in his own body and being able to spend an entire day with her.
Alyssa smiled and pulled the covers over them, snuggling closer to him. “Mmm. I hope you’re not planning on going home just now.” She yawned, kissing his chest gently. “You’re comfy and warm, and I’m sleepy.”
“I’m all yours,” he promised with a smile as he watched her curl up against him. He could definitely get used to this and he looped an arm around her shoulder to keep her close. Apparently all it took was a really awesome first date and him turning into a girl to really find someone that could handle this weirdness. So for the first time in a long time, he took a deep breath and allowed himself to be content and happy with no thought for the outside world.