Author's Note: Um, this doesn't have a whole lot of plot, haha, but it still ended up being longer than I expected. It picks up pretty much 5 minutes after that one-shot ended. Enjoy!

~bubbles

Katniss dug through her purse frantically, trying to find her keys. She wasn't even sure how she could lose them in the plain, small, black bag she always used.

"Sorry, Peeta, I swear to God they're in here somewhere. Prim is usually the one who can't find her keys. You should see the massive bag she always carries around with her." She looked at him with exasperation.

Peeta's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I have seen it. I was always amazed Prim didn't fall over every morning when she came in. That thing looked like it could swallow a person whole. But Prim carried it like a champ. She must be strong...like her sister," he said with a wink.

Katniss blushed profusely at his words. "Laying on the praise kinda thick, aren't you, Dr. Mellark?"

"Or maybe you should learn to take compliments better, Miss Everdeen," Peeta said, his grin widening.

She snorted out a laugh and went back to rummaging in her bag for the key. If only Peeta knew how right he was… Katniss was horrible when it came to any kind of adulation, even from Prim. She was still trying to get over the shock that someone as wonderful as Peeta seemed to like someone like her. A large part of her wasn't yet convinced that this wasn't a dream.

"Found it!" she said, holding up her key in triumph. "It fell under the lining of my purse." She inserted it into the lock, and then hesitated, suddenly fearful that her apartment might not actually be clean enough to show anyone, much less Peeta. She knew for a fact that her bedroom was still covered with clothes from when Prim had ransacked her closet last night.

"Katniss?" came Peeta's questioning voice from behind her. She looked back at him over his shoulder sheepishly.

"Sorry. I can't promise that my place isn't a disaster to look at. I'm, ah, not always the neatest person. I'll understand if you don't want to come in," she said with half-hearted laugh.

Peeta gave her a silly smile. "My roommate in college, Thresh, was a Panem U football player. I guarantee nothing in your apartment can scare me as much as his laundry hamper did. Pretty sure we went through a can of Febreeze a week."

Katniss grinned, Peeta's words easing the tension she was feeling. She opened the door and walked inside with him, only to pull up short at the sight before her. Katniss wasn't sure if her apartment had ever looked as clean as it was looking now.

Her living room area had clearly been vacuumed and dusted, while Peeta's flowers were arranged on the coffee table in a purple vase Katniss knew she had never seen before. And in her kitchen, it looked like even the microwave had been wiped down, and the large pile of dishes Katniss had left in her sink this morning had disappeared. Katniss wondered what her bedroom looked like.

"M-m-make yourself at home. I'll be right back," she mumbled to Peeta, unable to hide the shock in her voice. He nodded at her but said nothing, instead wandering over to the pictures she had on her wall.

When she was sure he was good and distracted, Katniss spun around and practically sprinted the short distance down the hall. She let out a huge sigh of relief when she found that it too was clean, having been prepared to stuff all her clothes under her bed, if it was necessary. She noticed an envelope lying on the bed, which she grabbed, opening it with slight trepidation.

Katniss!

After you went to bed last night, Prim told me how to find Peeta's picture on Panem General's Pediatric Department Faculty and Residents page. If you did not invite him up after spending ALL DAY with him at Disneyland, I think you're beyond anyone's help. On the other hand, if you did ask him to come up, props to you, because fucking hell, he's hot. Enjoy the gift of the clean apartment because I'm definitely never doing that for you again, and neither is Prim. You owe me money for the purple vase. (Seriously, Kat...using a Brita pitcher?) And! though I know you move at the speed of snail when it comes to relationships, I left a few other gifts for you in your nightstand. Just in case.

Remember, always do what I would do! Love ya, Brainless!

-Jo

Katniss stuffed Johanna's message into her pocket and yanked open the drawer of her nightstand, gasping when she saw what Johanna had left her.

It wasn't like the matching light orange bra and pantie set was even that risqué. The fabric was thin, glossy, and trimmed with lace, but Katniss wasn't sure she owned another matching set. When she and Gale dated, he'd always been so quick to get everything off that she'd never given much thought to looking good for him underneath her clothes.

She picked up the set up with tentative fingers, running her hands over the delicate material. It was honestly beautiful. Katniss looked back down into the drawer and noticed a pack of Trojan Magnums that had been hidden beneath the first gift. A small note was attached to them.

Wasn't sure what size to get, but I knew, you being, well, you, that you didn't have any of these. I left a few regulars in your bathroom too, but based on his picture, I'm guessing I got the right size. Enjoy. )

"Damn you, Johanna," she sighed, shaking her head at her best friend's bold assumption that she and Peeta would...would… Katniss bit her lip nervously, indecision raking through her. She had invited Peeta to come up, but she didn't necessarily think they would…

"And if we weren't at a theme park with tons of kids around, on a ride that's probably going to end in about a minute, then I'd take you right here and now."

The memory of the words Peeta had said while they had been on the Haunted Mansion struck her suddenly. Katniss felt her skin prickle, as though his hands were again ghosting over her body, and her lips tingled in remembrance of his mouth moving with hers in a sensuous dance. Desire flamed to life within her entire body, before the throbbing heat finally settled between her legs.

"Fuck it," Katniss whispered. She strode to the bathroom to change quickly, willing her nerve not to fail her.

XXXXX

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Katniss said as she walked back into the living room, surprised to see that Peeta was still standing at the wall. "I was trying to figure out which of my friends took pity on me and straightened out my apartment. Apparently, all the credit goes to Prim and Johanna."

Peeta turned away from the wall and gave her a soft smile. "That was really nice of them." He gestured to the pictures. "Is Johanna up here somewhere?"

Katniss took a step closer to look at the photographs. Most of them were of Katniss and Prim, but one on the side featured Katniss and all of her friends in front of a lake.

"We took that when we went camping in Yosemite about a year and a half ago. That's Johanna," she said, pointing to the small wiry looking girl in the photo. "And you know Prim, but that's Delly, Thom, Finnick, Annie, Rue, Rory, Madge, and Gale." She pointed each one out in turn, grimacing slightly when she reached Gale.

"Not a happy trip?" Peeta questioned, noticing the somewhat sullen look now on her face.

Katniss sighed. "No...it was...a lot of fun," she said slowly, wondering if she should really explain this. But after all, Peeta had come clean about his love life entirely, and Katniss had only told him about Cato. "It was just...well, Gale and I dated for about two years. We broke up six months before this was taken, but he'd just started to date Madge right before we went on the trip. It just made for a lot of awkwardness because no one was used to them dating yet, and no one was sure how I would react,"

"Oh, I see," Peeta said equally slowly. His blue eyes flicked back at the picture, and his face went slightly red. "So...you guys...still hang out? That...must be...is that...are you ok with that?" he said haltingly, an unfathomable expression on his face.

Katniss flushed, embarrassed at his concern and upset that she'd made him uncomfortable. "Yes," she said quickly, wanting to explain how things were between her and Gale before Peeta got the wrong idea and thought she was still hung up on her ex. "Gale and I have known each other since we were little and we were best friends growing up. He moved down here about the same time I did, and it...everyone just always expected us to date. So one day, we just gave it a go. I think we stuck with each other for so long because it was…" Katniss paused, trying to find the right words, while wishing she could read Peeta's thoughts, but the unreadable look was still on his face.

"We were comfortable. I knew everything about him, and he knew everything about me. But there wasn't any fire. I didn't feel any uh...passion with him." Like I feel for you, she almost added. But Katniss wasn't that brave. "We both agreed we weren't what the other wanted, that we were better off as friends. And when he started dating Madge, I didn't mind it. But I mean, it's still awkward when one of your good friends is dating your ex, right?" she sputtered out, unable to stop rambling under Peeta's calm stare.

She was so terrible at saying what she meant sometimes, she panicked that he still didn't understand that she didn't want Gale anymore, that the only man Katniss wanted was standing right in front of her.

"I mean, I love Gale…But I don't loooove him," she said frantically. She watched Peeta's eyes grow wider, before a smile played at the edges of his mouth, and his eyes glinted with amusement. Katniss went bright red. Jesus Christ, she sounded like she was in middle school. "So, uh, yeah. That's...that's...there's nothing going on between me and Gale. I just wanted you to know that. Um, I'll go get you that cup of coffee, I offered you. Sorry."

She tugged on her braid nervously, unable to even look Peeta in the eye, and scurried to the kitchen. She hastily dumped a scoop of coffee into the coffeemaker, barely remembering to put a filter in, and started looking for her mugs, having totally forgotten where she usually kept them. But within a few seconds, she had to stop her search when the sound of Peeta's soft footsteps came to a halt behind her.

"How do you like your coffee?" she asked quietly, her hands flying over the surface of the counter, grabbing for what, she didn't even know. "I have sugar, and I know I have milk. I'm not sure if I have cream, but-" She abruptly stopped talking as she felt Peeta's presence close behind her, and his hands came around to clasp her wrists against the counter in an attempt stay her movement.

"Katniss…" he said gently against her ear, his warm breath caressing her skin. Katniss felt like streaks of energy were flying from where they were touching to the rest of her body, setting her alight the way a bolt of lightning spreads across a metal surface.

"Y-y-yes?" she answered him breathily. Her heart began to pound rapidly as he turned her slowly in his arms so that when she was finally facing him, her breasts were only millimeters from his chest. She looked up into his blue eyes, only to find that his pupils had dilated so much that they almost looked black. "I...I don't like Gale," she said, becoming acutely aware that he had her practically trapped against the counter.

"I know," Peeta said with a mischievous smile. Katniss inhaled sharply as his eyes drifted boldly down to her heaving chest, before he snapped his eyes back up to hers again. He released one of her wrists, only to press his now freed hand into the small of her back, so that their torsos finally pressed against one another. Katniss let out a small puff of air as her nipples hardened at the contact. Peeta looked down at her with twinkling eyes but there was absolute desire written on his face. "You know what I would like to know, Katniss?" He released her other wrist then, running his second hand along her spine. Katniss whimpered and arched into him further.

"W-what?" she managed to utter, gripping at his shoulders to steady herself.

Peeta leaned down and brushed his lips against her jaw, causing Katniss to rake her hands along his chest, a beat of satisfaction surging within her as she heard Peeta yelp softly. "I'd like to know who you do like," he said, his chest now rising and falling rapidly like hers.

"I think that's obvious, don't you?" she said, huskiness seeping into her tone.

"I think I'd still like to hear you say it, Princess," Peeta said teasingly, plainly referencing when she had called herself one earlier today, but Katniss could see the vulnerability in his eyes. She ran one of her hands up around his neck while she buried the other one in his hair, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure at the feel of his curls in her hands.

"You, Peeta. I most definitely like you."

Peeta stared at her for a second, absorbing her words, and his tongue darted involuntarily out of his mouth to moisten his lips. Katniss did the same as a thrill of anticipation at what she thought was about to happen rocked her to her core. Then, without warning, Peeta's mouth crashed down onto hers.

Katniss stood there stunned for a heartbeat, but awakened quickly to the way his soft lips coaxed hers to move in time with him. She cried out as he sucked her top lip between his own, before he plunged his tongue into her mouth, not waiting for her permission to enter this time. And Katniss welcomed him willingly, her hands snaking under his arms to grip his back to press herself even closer to him.

Peeta let out a soft groan at her touch, his body shuddering against hers. He stopped kissing her and pulled away slightly, while Katniss let out a soft cry of displeasure at the loss of him. Peeta opened his eyes and stared down at her with the same glassy-eyed look of want he'd had on the ride. He lowered his head again, pressing his lips to hers in a long but sweet and gentle kiss that made Katniss so lightheaded, she wasn't sure how she was still standing when they finally pulled away to come up for air.

"Katniss," Peeta said hoarsely. He gripped her hips tightly, massaging the skin at her hip bones through her thin shorts in small circles that sent spikes of pleasure straight to her clit with each pass. "I didn't...I don't expect anything from you. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything with me. I'm being honest when I say this has been one of the best days of my life, though I know it was only one date, it-"

Katniss placed a finger over his lips, wanting to stop his rambling, as honorable and adorable as it was. He looked down at her with a startled expression. "Peeta," she said, unable to stop her lips from forming a smile. "We've been together for like…" she paused, thinking about it, "...18 hours today. I think that means we're up to the equivalent of the fourth or fifth date by now, don't you?" Her smile widened as a smile began to form on Peeta's face, but he gasped when Katniss slipped her hands under his shirt to place them on his flat stomach. She looked at him coyly before asking, "And I think you said earlier that if we hadn't been in a theme park, that you would have taken me right there, did you not?"

Peeta's face darkened into a savage, almost primal expression. "Is that what you want?" he said in a low rumbling voice, sending a new wave of desire flowing through her.

"That's what I want," she told him assuredly.

"All right, then," he said and slanted his mouth back over hers to give her deep kiss. Katniss felt him one of his arms wrap itself tightly around her lower back, but she let out a squeak as he brought the other underneath her thighs to lift her into the air. She automatically wrapped her legs around her narrow hips.

"Bedroom...end of the hall," she mumbled against his lips. Peeta gave an open-mouthed moan, and Katniss thrust her tongue in his mouth, wishing to taste him the way he had her. She sucked on his tongue gently, and then increased the intensity, eliciting another loud moan from him. He shifted to make his way around the kitchen island but accidentally jerked her into the countertop when she ran her tongue along his lips.

Peeta looked at her so apologetically that Katniss would have laughed except for the unadulterated lust she saw in his eyes stole her breath away. Without another word, he carried her down the passageway to her room and set her down gently. They looked at each other, wondering who should make the first move. Katniss decided it might as well be her.

She gave the bottom of his shirt a playful tug and again slipped her hands beneath it. But this time, she also began inching his shirt up, running one hand along the trail of soft blonde hair that ran down from his navel and disappeared into his pants. Peeta got the message and whipped his shirt off.

"Wow," Katniss said, her mouth falling open at the sight of his toned abdominal muscles and well-developed chest. He definitely had a six-pack, just as she'd guessed earlier. In fact, he was in even better shape than she'd imagined.

"When...when it's slow at work, I go to the gym they have for employees. It's open 24/7," Peeta said, going red. "Otherwise, especially on nights, we just end up sitting around eating crap. I swear to God, some of the nurses and residents are always bringing homemade stuff into the break room. I think I always end up gaining a pound or two when I'm on call."

Katniss snorted and stepped closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest and gave one of his nipples a flick, causing him to jump. He sucked in a breath as she placed a gentle kiss over it before she engulfed it in her tongue, licking it lightly. Katniss thought she knew exactly why those women always came to the break room and felt the sudden urge to claim what was hers...or at least what she wanted to be hers.

She took a step back from him and waved her hand pointedly over his plaid over shirt. Katniss had put it back on after changing her underclothes. "I'd really love for you to take this off me," she said in a slightly shaking voice. Boldness in this area was not something Katniss usually had, but her ever growing need for him spurred her on.

"With pleasure," Peeta growled. Katniss expected him to just rip the shirt off of her as Gale would have done when they were together, so it surprised her when instead he re-wrapped one hand around her back, while the other found its way back into her hair.

Peeta tilted her head to the side and kissed the sensitive skin behind her earlobe, causing Katniss to groan, before he began to kiss his way down her jawline and onto her neck. He pulled his oversized shirt off her to expose her shoulder but paused when he saw the orange strap of her new bra. "Fuck, Katniss. How did you know this is my favorite color?" he puffed out, his warm breath setting her skin on fire. But Katniss couldn't have answered him even if she tried as Peeta ran his tongue along her collarbone before he started sucking on the skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He let out a low chuckle as she clutched at the back of his neck with her hands, trying to steady herself against the onslaught of the new sensation.

His fingers deftly began to unbutton the shirt, kissing down her chest as he went. Finally, when there were no more to be undone, he pushed the top off of her, letting it flutter into a heap on the floor. But he didn't stop there, rather he placed a hand on the clasp of her khaki shorts before giving her a questioning look, visibly asking, "Is this ok?"

Katniss didn't even nod her answer, instead stepping away to give him a wicked smile that Johanna would have been proud of. She flicked open the catch and shoved the shorts off her hips, kicking them away from her after they fell to the ground. She ran her hands over her torso a little self-consciously, hoping but not expecting Peeta to like her body.

"Fuck," she heard Peeta mutter again, startling her into looking up. There was a look of awe on his face, and Katniss didn't think she was imagining that the bulge between his thighs swelled even more as he raked his eyes up and down her frame. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. Katniss tried to shake her head in protest, but Peeta didn't let her, striding to Katniss in two steps to push her gently down onto the bed.

He gave her another long drawn out kiss before he began to ravage her neck, sucking hard enough on the delicate skin that Katniss knew he would likely leave a few marks. She decided she didn't really care and pulled him down so that he came to rest between her legs, easily feeling the hard length of him through his pants against her thigh. She mewled at the contact, and Peeta jerked against her at her cry.

Peeta came back up to kiss her on the mouth, running his hands roughly over her stomach and areas of her chest not covered by the bra, while she did the same to him. The feel of his chest under her fingers felt so damn good, and Katniss realized that, even though they'd known each other all of a day, she would easily have no problem doing this with him for the rest of her life. That in itself was astonishing to Katniss, but the connection she felt to him was just that strong.

She let out a loud cry as his suddenly ran a hand over one her bra cups, tweaking her nipple through the thin cloth. He gave her an apprehensive look, as if he had crossed a line, but Katniss took his hands in hers and placed both of them over breasts in encouragement. "You really are going to kill me," Peeta groaned as he began to knead them in his hands, squeezing them with a waxing and waning intensity, drawing out continuous cries of delight from her mouth. And when he finally slipped one hand beneath a lacy fabric to pinch her nipple lightly, she let out a loud moan.

"Peeta…" she said breathlessly, trying to communicate what she wanted, but unable to get out the words. But Peeta seemed to understand, for he rolled off her and sat up, pulling her with him. He did not move a muscle as Katniss reached around to unhook her bra and pulled it from her shoulders, but she didn't miss the third soft curse falling from his lips.

"Shit," he said this time, reaching back for her, but Katniss held up a hand teasingly, pointing at his pants. She laughed at the glare he gave her, and the longing to touch her plastered on his face. But just as she wanted to see more of her, Katniss wanted to see more of him.

"The removed clothing ratio stands at 3 to 1 in my favor. I think it's only fair that you even that out," she said with a wink. A bright pink color crept into Peeta's cheeks, but he stood up without protest. He gave her an endearingly nervous look and slipped off his socks before he slid his belt out from his shorts, shakily undid their button, and let them fall past his narrow hips to the floor. "3 to 2," Katniss said quietly, unable to take her eyes off of the prominent bulge outlined by his boxer briefs. He looked...big.

"I took off my socks too. Doesn't that make us even?" Peeta said jokingly, but Katniss heard the underlying uncertainty in his tone.

"Don't count," she said evenly. Peeta let out a soft sigh but he did not move, his blue eyes still filled with a little worry, still willing to give her an out if she wanted it. And it was that look of his that made Katniss absolutely sure. She took a deep breath and met his eyes with confidence. "Peeta, I don't have any doubts. I want you. Please."

"I want you too," he said a little shakily. "I wanted you from the moment Prim showed me your picture. I'm…" Peeta gave her a sheepish glance. "...I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought of you this way. Sorry," he said with a blush. "And after Splash Mountain today...well, I think you should always ride in front."

Katniss laughed. But then she stood up and put her finger on his lips to stop him from talking further. "Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" she said slyly. Katniss pressed her breasts into his chest, rubbing against him slowly, while she brazenly slipped her other hand beneath the elastic of his underwear to stroke him, feeling him grow even harder in her hand. She gave him a satisfied smirk as he jerked forward at her touch, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Possibly," he said in a tight voice, gritting his teeth. She squeezed him lightly. "Oh God, Katniss!" he cried out, involuntarily gripping at her hips as she tugged his briefs down, releasing his erection. He let out a soft hiss as his length slapped against his stomach.

"Now we're even," Katniss said softly, staring down at his cock.

She had been right...Peeta was big, so much so that she was a little worried about him being inside her. She hadn't had sex in two years after all, and Gale was smaller than Peeta was. But that did not sway Katniss' desire to touch him.

She ran her hand along his member, running her thumb over the tip, and then started to pump him slowly, eliciting a deep groan from Peeta. He brought both his hands up to her breasts again and ran his thumbs over his nipples, pulling at them gently until they too stood erect from her skin.

They continued on like that until finally, Peeta pushed Katniss' hand away with a loud groan. Katniss looked up at him in confusion, but he smiled down at her. "That felt...God, I can't even begin to explain how good that felt, but I don't want to cum like that...n-not tonight," he said in a husky voice that sent a rush of wetness seeping out from Katniss' already soaking wet core. The ache between her legs was becoming almost unbearable. As if he heard her thoughts, Peeta suddenly growled, "My turn."

Katniss gasped as he gathered her up in his arms and promptly laid her on the bed flat on her back. She practically melted under his gaze. Katniss felt like she was about to be devoured, but in a good way.

Peeta kneeled down upon the bed and kissed her softly on the mouth, before pulling away to let his hands ghost over her shoulders and stomach, her thighs, right down to her calves and toes, but never in the places she most wanted his touch. "Peeta," she begged, arching her hips upwards as his hands came to rest on her hips, trying to direct him to where she wished he would go.

Peeta smiled at her. "Patience," he said playfully. Katniss let out a huff of irritation, but it was drowned quickly as Peeta's mouth descended on her breast while his hand massaged the other. Katniss clutched at his head to keep him in place as ribbons of pleasure shot through her.

She let out a sharp cry as he bit down on her nipple lightly before laving the tender skin with the flat of his tongue. He swirled his tongue around slowly before sucking her mound into his mouth, his tongue kneading her skin until Katniss felt like every nerve in her body was on fire. And as he switched to her other breast to give it the same treatment, Katniss bucked her hips into him, invoking a cry from both of them as his cock brushed against her dripping center.

Peeta moaned deeply against her skin, the reverberations coiling within Katniss' belly, while she ground her hips against him again experimentally, unsure of how much more she could take. But she didn't have to wait long, for Peeta pressed his finger against her clit through her panties before cupping her sex into his palm entirely, a few moments later.

"Oh...oh, yes," she said, pressing herself into him further. Peeta smiled at her again and slipped two of his fingers beneath the lining of her underwear, running them through her slick folds. Katniss' heart pounded out an erratic rhythm as he pushed one finger inside her, and she called out his name loudly.

"You're so wet," he said in wonder as he slipped his second digit into her, curling them back against her pubic bone to hit that spot. He started kissing her again as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, and Katniss ground down upon him. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this good. Her self-ministrations had certainly never matched up to how she was feeling now, but she still wanted more.

"Ohhh, Peeta. T-touch me," she whimpered. He pulled away from her lips to quirk an eyebrow at her.

"I am touching you," he said, slipping a third finger inside her to illustrate his point, pumping her more quickly now.

Katniss' head flopped back against the pillow. "You. Know. What. I. Mean," she said through gritted teeth, her breath coming out in short bursts.

"Hmmm. You mean…like this?" Peeta said, swirling his thumb around her clit. Katniss cried out, arching her back into the air.

"Y-y-yes," she groaned, panting heavily.

With that answer, Peeta withdrew his hand, causing Katniss to growl with displeasure. But then she watched in astonishment as he sucked her wetness off his fingers. She had never seen any man do that before, and her whole body flooded with heat, even more turned on than before.

"You taste so good," Peeta said, standing up to pull her smoothly to the end of the bed before he hooked his thumbs into her panties and tugged them quickly off her, before lightly touching her thighs to get Katniss to spread her legs for him.

She let them fall open, but then Katniss looked up at the ceiling. She was now completely open to him and the exquisite vulnerability of the situation was something she was barely able to handle. A big part of her wanted to close herself to him and hide under the covers.

"Beautiful. You are so beautiful, Katniss."

She looked up at him slowly, startled to find that while there was still plenty of lust in shining in his brilliant blue eyes, there was also adoration bordering on reverence.

"You're the girl who sets my soul on fire."

Katniss remembered him saying that while they had been 'watching' the fireworks, but it was only now that she finally started to believe it. Her heart swelled with an overwhelming feeling of love, not entirely sure how Peeta had found his way so quickly into her heart. But it didn't scare her the way it normally would, not with him.

She watched Peeta kneel between her legs, an unspoken question on his face. "You don't have to..." she said quietly, unwilling to reveal that she'd never even let Gale go down on her. It had always seemed too intimate, too personal. Thus, it had always scared her, whereas with sex, she had always been able to distance herself somewhat.

Peeta didn't say anything. Instead he brushed his hands along her legs before he started laying soft kisses on along her inner thighs. Katniss' heart rate increased again as he came to rest over her folds, his breath warm upon her skin, and she realized how badly she wanted his mouth on her. She just didn't know how to say it, but Peeta saved her the trouble.

He looked up at her with burning desire, whispering earnestly, "I want to." Then, Katniss let out a loud cry as his tongue descended upon her.

Katniss gasped as Peeta licked along her folds with the flat of his tongue, just brushing her clit before he'd return back to the bottom. Her hands flitted everywhere, unsure of what to hold on to keep her anchored to the earth. Her body felt like it was flying.

But when Peeta finally turned his full focus to the now throbbing bundle of nerves, Katniss gripped his blonde curls tightly in one hand, squeezing her breasts with the other. He flicked his tongue over her, up and down, back and forth, sometimes with less intensity, and sometimes with more, paying attention to what Katniss reacted to the most. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive bud, and Katniss writhed with pleasure, her orgasm building fast.

"Oh, my God," she moaned, involuntarily wriggling away from him under the extraordinary sensations wracking her body. Peeta didn't stop; rather he wrapped his arms around her legs to hold her in place, and increased his pace.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, giving it a few more short licks, before he ground the tip of his tongue against it. And that was all it took.

"Peeta!" Katniss cried out, exploding against his mouth, her body overwhelmed as wave after wave crashed over her, and Peeta rode the waves with her, swallowing her shudders and spasms, laying gentle kisses over her swollen clit and thighs, lapping at the wetness still pouring from her. Finally, he sat back on his haunches and gave her a shit-eating grin, wiping his face of her remaining juices.

Katniss tried to give him a stern scowl, but she was too sated to really pull it look off. "Try not to look too pleased with yourself," she mumbled, still recovering from what was hands down, the best orgasm she had ever had.

Peeta came up to lie down beside her, running his hands through her hair to undo the braid that had already half-fallen out. Katniss could feel him still hard against her, though he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take care of it. She closed her eyes as he ran a hand over her cheek before he pulled her against him into another kiss. "Thank you," he breathed against her skin.

Katniss reopened her eyes, staring at him in confusion. "Uh...I think I'm the one who should be thanking you, Peeta," she said with a smile. Peeta shook his head, glancing down her body once, before meeting her eyes again.

"You trusted me," he said simply. Katniss' mouth fell open in surprise as he gave her a shy grateful looking smile, which she thought was completely absurd considering what had just happened between them. She found it so stupidly sweet that her desire for him rekindled as fast as spark set fire to some dry kindling.

"Peeta, I need you inside me. Right now," she said almost desperately, watching Peeta's eyes fly open in surprise. But she couldn't wait anymore. She flipped over and sat up to rummage in her drawer for one of the condoms Johanna had left. They were definitely going to need a Magnum.

She turned back to Peeta with a shiny gold package between her fingers, only to find Peeta looking at her with amusement. She glanced back behind her, noticing she'd let the box fall off the nightstand, its contents were now strewn all over the floor. Katniss realized it probably looked horrible, considering she'd omitted she hadn't really been with anyone in two years.

"Uh, Johanna left these for me when she came to clean today, along with the, um, orange bra and pantie set. She knew I wouldn't have any condoms and well, her note said Prim showed her the picture you have up on the hospital's webpage. She thought you were hot, so err, she made sure I had some. Just...just in case," she said awkwardly, blushing hard.

Peeta took the foil from her fingers delicately. She watched him open the small packet and toss the wrapper away before he rolled the condom onto himself. Without warning, he pulled her down so that she was lying at her back. Katniss let out a soft squeak as he positioned himself over her, holding himself up with his elbows so as not to crush her.

"Is this ok?" he asked slowly, moving his dick through her folds to lubricate himself. "I, might not last long the first time. I'm sorry," he said with a self-conscious smile.

"It's ok," she said, arching her back as he brushed against her clit, captivating her with his ravenous expression. But it was tempered by the gentleness she detected in his eyes, and she loved him all the more for it.

Katniss smiled, hoping her own countenance communicated that she wanted this. Peeta nodded and began to push inside her. She almost wished she could freeze the moment and live in it forever.

He thrust inside her slowly, letting her adjust to his size as he went, and Katniss gasped with delight, new tendrils of heat already beginning to rise within her. "God, Katniss," Peeta said in a trembling voice when he had finally filled her to the hilt. "You're so tight, baby. You feel so...ohhh." He grunted as Katniss deliberately clenched her walls around him, encouraging him to move.

He got the message and pulled out of her to the tip, before pushing deeply back into her, setting up a steady rhythm that Katniss met with thrusts of her own. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him more closely to herself and moaned with ecstasy as Peeta brought his lips back to her breasts.

Each time their hips met, pleasure jolted through her clit, each crest driving her into a higher and higher state of euphoria. She knew she was already close to another orgasm.

She raked her hands along his arms and back before she whispered his name, wanting to look at him. Katniss swept a damp curl back from where it was plastered to his forehead as he met her gaze, crushing his lips to hers in a deep kiss, urging him to increase his pace. She was not disappointed as he began to drive into her relentless, causing the cord of pleasure within her belly to tighten even more.

Katniss decided that she'd been wrong to think that sex wasn't so intimate an act, not with this utterly deep and completely bottomless connection she felt with Peeta. Based on the way he was looking at her, Katniss felt confident that he felt it too. She realized, in this moment, she finally had some understanding of the way her mother had felt about her father.

"Katniss!" Peeta cried out as tremors ran through his body. "I can't...I can't hold on much longer," he said, his chest heaving and his breaths coming in harsh gasps, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Katniss pulled his lips back down to hers, letting him know that it was fine. More than fine.

He propped himself up on one elbow and reached between them to her clit, rubbing along it in quick, tight circles that sent shudders through Katniss' body. "Just like that," she whimpered, writhing under his fingers, each thrust of his cock only adding to her pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his back, trying to hold on for him. The sensations were too much, and her second orgasm of the night crested over her, even more powerful than the first.

Peeta let out a loud cry as her walls contracted around him. He thrust into her haphazardly a few more times, before Katniss felt him spill his release into the condom, her fluttering musculature milking his orgasm from him. Finally, he collapsed onto her, burying his face against her shoulder. "Oh, Katniss," he mumbled, kissing her neck softly, and Katniss felt a different kind of warmth from the heat of their sex spread through her.

They lay there for a few minutes, residual tremors occasionally running through their bodies from their respective releases, as Katniss felt Peeta soften inside her. Eventually, he let out a faint sigh and rolled off of her, tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear. "I'll be back in a minute," he murmured in a low tone.

Katniss waited patiently for him, and as promised, a minute later he reappeared with a glass of water and damp washcloth in his hand. He handed Katniss the glass, and then tenderly washed the mess of their lovemaking from her legs. Katniss realized she was now starting to feel very sleepy.

"You're amazing, Katniss," Peeta said quietly when he had crawled back into bed with her, pulling the sheet back up over them as he gathered her into his arms.

"Mmmm. You too, are, 'mazin'," she mumbled, eyes already having been lulled shut under the comforting, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. She heard Peeta laugh softly as he reached across her to turn off her lamp.

"Remind me to thank Johanna when I get to meet her."

Katniss smiled against his chest. "So long as you stay with me," she whispered, sleep finally taking her, but not before she heard his reply.

"Always."

Author's Note:

Thank yous go to my wonderful betas, ct522/Titania 522 and Solas Violetta, with whom I would not be able to do any of this. ct has been so encouraging of me, and she amazes me with her wonderful talent. SV recently agreed to be a permanent beta for me, and I can't thank her enough for it. They are two awesome gals.

I will be writing the sequel for this, and I am in the process of mapping it out as we speak. However, I am committed to getting a couple more chapters of my WIPs before I take some time away from them to write said sequel. So it may be a while yet before I publish it. **Please don't hate me**

If you're ever curious about when things are coming, I still regularly update my profile page on FF and sometimes on my tumblr as well. (I do post Six Sentence Sundays at the very least to show what I'm currently working on.)

Thank you so very much for reading! I love reviews, and I would love to hear thoughts on K&P in the Disneyland Universe :)