A/N: So this is new territory for me. I've never written like this or anything remotely PWP. This fic was born of a rainy night and too much tequila. Hunger Games is my newest obsession. I have been meaning to explore the dynamic between Peeta and Katniss for a while. As I was writing this, it felt very long in my drunken stupor. Reading back over it with a clear head, it now seems too short and to the point. I might end up elongating it or taking it down completely. Tell me what you think. Thanks!


By: The Scarletclad Mage

Even though we huddled in the sleeping bag, I could feel his body like a block of ice next to mine. The nights are getting worse. If only we could light a fire! We could warm up, cook the bits of fish left, dry our clothes. Even as I think the words, I sigh in despair knowing that any fire would be an inviting homing beacon to our location. I grit my teeth and curl up closer to Peeta. Even in sleep he is always looking out for me. He hugs me to him, resting his hand in the small of my back. I can feel him shivering.

We need help. We need sponsors. I could almost hear Haymitch in my head, Play up the romance, sweetheart! But how? We're freezing to death in some god-forsaken cave in the arena. A handful of kisses isn't going to save us, especially after all the kissing we've already managed to do so far. We need another plan, a better plan. When it hits me at last, the idea is repulsive. The Capitol has taken everything away from me and now I'm giving in? What kind of person does that make me? Beside me, Peeta shivers again and I know that I'll do whatever it takes to save him. The boy with the bread. Would he ever forgive me? Whatever it takes…

"Peeta," I whisper, my voice wavering. He opens those beautiful blue eyes and looks down at me, tightening his grip on me.

"Hey Katniss," he mutters back sleepily and kisses my forehead.

"Peeta, I'm so cold," I say quietly. Immediately, both his hands are on my back rubbing furiously. His touch is so comforting.

"Better?" he asks, kissing me lightly on the nose.

I take a deep breath. I'll do whatever it takes. "Not really," I manage to say. "It's our clothes. We have to get out of these wet clothes or we'll freeze." Peeta stares at me, looking hesitant.


"We need body heat, Peeta. The clothes are getting the way. Trust me," I hate myself. I can't look at him.

Without another word, Peeta pulls off his shirt and places it carefully to dry next to the sleeping bag. He turns from me and pulls his pants off as well. He lay in just his underwear, looking up at the ceiling determinedly. "I always trust you, Katniss."

Okay, my turn. Thankful that it was too dark to see my blush, I yanked off my pants and threw them out of the sleeping bad. I removed my shirt and lay next to him, staring at the ceiling awkwardly in only my thin underwear. This is going to be harder than I thought. I had hoped that he would take the hint and initiate things from here. But I should have known better. He is too much a gentleman to do anything he wasn't sure I wanted. It was going to have to be all me. The thought was terrifying. Peeta was the first boy that I've kissed. The only experience I have is listening to other women tell stories. Give them a show, sweetheart, Haymitch's voice echoes in my head.

"Peeta," I whisper with my back to him. "I'm still cold. Could we huddle?" Peeta is silent for a minute, probably torn between his want to take care of me and the temptation of our bodies being so close. After a few moments, I can hear him shifting beside me and then feel his body cup mine from behind. His warm breath is inches from my ear, but his arms do not encircle me as usual. I reach behind me and grab his hand in my own. Slowly, I bring his arm around my body until it rests right underneath my bare breasts. He gives the smallest of sighs. I've never felt so lost. How can I am ever going to pull this off? I wait, hoping beyond hope that he has gotten the message. He hasn't. I wriggle my hips a little, pretending that I am just trying to get comfortable but really grinding into him slightly. Finally! I can feel something stirring behind me. Under my breasts, his thumb lightly traces designs on my skin, almost absentmindedly. It feels amazing. I can feel my body responding, my heart starting to beat a little faster.

I crane my neck and lean in for a kiss. Peeta kisses me softly, slowly. It's not enough. I have to make him want this more. I pick up the intensity of our kissing, biting his lip lightly and dancing with his tongue. He pulls me closer and I wriggle my hips again. He inhales sharply through our kiss and I smile to myself. Taking his hand again, I guide it up to rest on my breast. Peeta tenses up instantly.

"Katniss, what are you doing?" he murmurs in my ear, his voice much huskier than usual. He hasn't moved his hand.

I smirk and roll over to face him. "I'm generating body heat," I give him a sensual kiss and press my body into his. "I don't want to freeze tonight. Do you?"

He laughs a little, and his body relaxes. "I don't want you to freeze tonight either," he squeezes my breasts suddenly and I gasp softly with surprise. "In fact," he breathes in my ear, giving me goosebumps, "I'm going to do everything possible to make sure you don't freeze tonight." With these words, he draws my face to him and kisses me fiercely. His free hand pulls the tie from my braid and runs his fingers through my loose hair. Playfully, his other hand lightly pinches my nipple

I like him touching me and I'm ashamed. How could he go this far so easily? Doesn't he remember that all of Panem is watching him? No, he doesn't care. He's being wishing something like this would happen for a while I guess. I have to make this believable. I need to forget the whole world is watching me lose my virginity. I need to convince them I don't care they are there. I have to make everyone believe that Peeta is the love of my life.

Even Peeta.

I let my hand drift down his body. I stop right above the waistband of his underwear. It's tenting a little. Obviously all this is having an effect on him after all. Knowing I can't hesitate again, I pull them off and Peeta is completely naked. "You look cold, Peeta. I'll warm you up." I whisper and my fingers graze his penis lightly.

He inhales quickly at the sensation. "Yeah…" he mutters distractedly. "I don't want to freeze…" I explore his manhood thoroughly, feeling it hardening in my hand. His balls are soft and he arches his back a little when I cup them. He jumps a little as my hand curls around the base. He kisses my neck longingly and I jerk my hand upward, relishing his almost inaudible moan. He drops his hand into my lap and traces me through the fabric. It's my turn to gasp. I've never cared about anything sexual before but Peeta's hands touching me awaken something within me. At this moment, I wanted him to touch me more than anything else I've ever wanted. I shakily took off my underwear. He looked at me, right into my eyes, and rolled on top of me, forcing my legs farther apart. He slipped a finger inside and brushed my pearl. I cried out, the pleasure overtaking me. He smiled mischievously and pinched a nipple.

"Is there something you want, Katniss?" He moved his hand slowly, tantalizingly from my pearl to thrust inside of me over and over. I could hardly stand it. He stopped, waiting for my answer

"Peeta, please!" I found myself moaning. "…please…" Was that good enough? He kissed me full on the lips and moved down my body until his face was level with my puss.

"Katniss?" He flicked his tongue teasingly. "I asked you a question."

"You, Peeta!" I gasp. "I want you…" He smiled again and his tongue tickled me until I thought I was going to explode. He shoved two fingers inside of me again and again. I ran my fingers through his hair and climaxed with a moan. He kissed me and then it was me sliding down to meet his manhood. There's no way I could owe him anything if I do this right. I take it in my mouth and run my tongue over it. Peeta moaned. I feel a sense of triumph so I suck enthusiastically and squeeze. The effect is almost instant as he becomes harder and his breathing quickens.

As I work, I wonder if all this is in vain. I wonder if the sponsors are going to see right through me. I wonder if it's all for nothing. I cannot let this happen. I have to take it to the next level. Don't hate me, Peeta.

"Hey Peeta," I purr sultrily, stopping for a moment. He groans in frustration.

"…don't stop, Katniss….please…."

"I want to feel you inside of me." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Peeta looks surprised but rolls me over on my back and kneels down with my legs thrown over his shoulders. I'm terrified all of a sudden. Everyone says it will hurt. I'm no stranger to pain, but I'm still afraid. Have I taken this too far? I guess my uncertainties show in my face because he leans down and kissed me softly.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks. He's too confident, obviously not a virgin. I wonder who he's done it with? I can't think about that right now.

"Yeah," I manage to say. Believe me, Peeta. Do it.

"I won't hurt you," he whispers. "How could I? I love you. I've always loved you." He kisses me and pushes himself in. He waits until I am comfortable and moves slowly, rocking me into him. "I love you, I love you," he murmurs over and over and I am suddenly glad that it's Peeta here with me. I've never felt this close to anyone before. He kisses me and begins to push harder. It doesn't hurt anymore. He thrusts into me again and again, quietly saying my name until he body tenses up and he grips me like an iron vise.

After he finishes, we clutch each other and try to get some sleep. He falls asleep immediately but I lay awake watching him sleep. Neither of us had heard the basket that landed outside our cave but I stared at it glumly. I didn't know what to feel about Peeta, even now. Was it the right thing to do, what I just orchestrated? Obviously our sponsors thought so. Was Haymitch watching the whole time? My mother and Prim? How awkward! Shit, what if Gale saw? I'll never be able to look him in the face again. I don't want to think about tomorrow. What would Peeta think if he knew why I did what I did? He'd hate me. He should hate me, I'm disgusting. I'll never tell him. I'll just swallow my shame and never let anyone know what really happened. I'll just let everyone think I'm crazy in love with him. The whole scheme wasn't completely unsuccessful. After all, he was warm now, wasn't he? And didn't we get a huge basket full of food so he won't starve? It was worth it. It had to be. I have to save him.

Whatever it takes.