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burkygirl sorry it took me all night to finish….I hope you enjoy….a little bit of "Wily Peeta"

PS I do not own anything that S. Collins wrote in the Hunger Games...

"PEETA," Katniss said in a strangled whisper.

Peeta had their children draped all over him. They were fast asleep on the couch. Their toddler was snuggled on top of his father's naked chest. Their drooling little girl was snuggled into his side. This normally wouldn't have bothered Katniss, but her son was green and purple and her daughter was all sorts of colors, and Peeta himself had pink streaks of paint his golden locks.

Sleepily Peeta opened his eyes. Groggily he smiled, then his eyes widened as he stared at her.

Katniss stood with her arms braced on her hips looking like the goddess of war.

"Fudge!" Peeta scrambled to sit up. "Ouch!" Their son had his little fist wrapped around his fine line of chest hair. Peeta grumbled as he struggled to stand without waking the kids, "Katniss! I swear, it seemed like a brilliant idea."

Katniss scowled at her husband. She spent all morning long in the freezing rain, searching for a decent sized rabbit for dinner, a rabbit that he begged for knowing they would be harder to find during the colder months. Once she caught one she trudged in the sodden soil with only one thought in her mind, home. She wanted to come home, take off her wet cold clothing, kiss Peeta, hold her children, and take a warm bath in the claw footed tub. Finding them like this made her vibrate with anger.

"Katniss I can explain." Peeta now stood before her, his snug jeans were stained with little had prints.

Peeta's whispered plea caused Katniss to raise her eyebrow. Her gaze shifted over his shoulder and she walked past him. She gasped as she took a good look at the kitchen. It looked as if his paints had exploded all over the surfaces. The refrigerator door looked like it had a rainbow painted on it, everything else was splattered carelessly.

Her grey eyes narrowed on his shirt. It was casually tossed on the floor between both rooms, the paint no doubt stained the floor. Her hands shook as she thought of how much time she would have to spend cleaning, wiping, scrubbing, and removing stains.

"Katniss?"

Peeta wrapped his arms around her from behind.

She could barely utter, "What happened?"

"We got into a paint war." Peeta nuzzled her neck.

"Peeta, our kids, THE KItchen..…"

"You're cold sweetheart. Why don't you go upstairs, run a bath for yourself, I'll take care of this, the kids, and make dinner." Peeta turned her around and kissed her. His lips were impossibly soft, alluring, scintillating.

She wanted to stay mad, she wanted to scream, yell and stomp, but this was an impossibility with Peeta, she never stayed upset with him for long. The little weasel always knew how to placate her, and make her forget why she was angry.

"Go," Peeta urged.

His low voice made her knees quake, he had that voice of seduction, as he removed the game bag she had around her shoulders. How he did this was a mystery, after years of being together, she always fell prey to him.

Obediently Katniss left, she went upstairs, and as she drew her bath she remembered why she was mad at him. But as soon as the tub was filled with seaming hot water, she slipped inside of it, her head lulled back and she fell asleep.

Hours later, Katniss awoke startled to find Peeta sitting on the edge of the tub, he was still shirtless giving her that sexy hooded look of his. She licked her lips.

"What? What time is it?"

"Near six," Peeta's hand dipped in the water.

She felt his fingers brush her thigh. "What happened?"

"Nothing really, Mel and I cleaned the kitchen. I made us pizza, fed the little guy some milk and gave them baths. They were so tired they conked out." She watched the way his blue eyes traveled from her face to below the surface of the water. His hands were gently stroking her thigh by her juncture. He shrugged casually. "You were tired, so I let you sleep."

"The water's cold," Katniss complained. She lifted her arms to wrap them around herself.

"No don't, let me look." Peeta's voice dropped an octave.

Her body shivered expectantly. Peeta reached between her legs and pulled the plug and turned the hot water on. Katniss was a little put off by this. But the she saw him stand and slip the button of his pants off, he slowly lowered the zipper.

"You're going to join me?" Her voice was so hopeful. She forgot for a minute that she was a grown woman, mother of two. She sounded like that seventeen year old girl who had been newly deflowered.

Peeta grinned.

She caught on to what he was doing. Instantly she became upset. She stood up and looked at him in the face. "Peeta what were you thinking?"

Peeta groaned and hung his head. "In my defense it was a fun idea at the time. Mel wanted to paint, and she accidentally splashed me and before we knew it, things had gotten out of hand." He looked to her like a wounded puppy. "Everything is cleaned up I swear."

"Peeta you just can't let the kids make messes like this, we have to be examples."

"Katniss when I was a kid there wasn't any laughing in my home, my mom, she didn't let us goof around, we'd get punished for telling a joke or saying something funny." Peeta quietly told her. "I don't want our kids to grow up like I did."

Katniss suddenly understood. "It was just so messy."

"I know and messes can be cleaned." Peeta shrugged.

Katniss slowly sat down in the water she looked up at him. He was right messes could be cleaned and he did have fun with the kids. "Darn it Mellark, when am I ever going to win an argument with you?"

Peeta's eyes sparkled as he slid out of his pants. "I let you win once in while."

"Yeah, when?" Katniss muttered as she corked the tub letting it fill with the steaming water, twisting the valve off roughly. She glanced up at him, and he had that sexy look of his in full force. She watched him step into the tub, it was obvious by the state of his body Peeta had other pursuits in mind. She hid her small smile as her feet wiggled in anticipation.

"When you insisted we have a toasting, I was a very good boy about it." He winked at her salaciously. His voice dipped again, "I'm so glad I listened to you. I don't think I could do another stuffy suit." Peeta leaned forward pushing her back against the tub; he arranged her legs to rest on the sides of the tub. And as he slipped inside of her, Katniss forgave and forgot, after all in his defense it was a brilliant idea.