Monday

Finish: the taste and feel that a wine leaves in the mouth after swallowing. Some wines disappear immediately while others linger.

Peeta's eyes fluttered open as he felt the sun hit his face. Disoriented, he tensed when he thought that he had slept through his alarm. But then he remembered it was Monday, the one day during the week he allowed himself to sleep in a little after a busy weekend at work. Katniss was still sound asleep nestled against him, her bare ass fitting snugly against his morning erection.

Peeta moved her hair away from her neck allowing him access to nibble at that one spot, where her neck joined her shoulder, the spot that drove her crazy. He smiled to himself when he felt her breath pause then pick up. He buried his nose into her tangled waves, inhaling the subtle scent of lavender from her shampoo as he moved his hand to palm her soft breast. She fit perfectly into his hand. As he stroked his thumb against her nipple, it puckered in response before he gently pinched it.

Katniss began to rock back up against him, the cleft of her ass caressing his hard cock. His hand moved down to press his calloused palm against the soft skin of her belly. He admired the contrast between their skin tones, his freckled fairness against the smooth olive of hers, before snaking his hand down between her thighs. His fingers glided through her short crop of curls to her slit where he stroked through her folds, gathering her moisture before finding her nub. She cried out in pleasure when he kissed the spot on her neck once again as he began circling her little bundle of nerves.

Katniss protested when Peeta moved his fingers away, but was silenced when he kissed her jaw and slipped a finger inside her. She tilted her pelvis so that her ass rubbed enticingly against him as she ground her mound against his hand. He pulled her even closer to him to press up against her as the urgency built within him.

Peeta withdrew his hand and brought his finger to her lips, brushing the slick digit against them. She took his finger into her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue to lick off her own arousal. Peeta groaned before whispering against her ear, "Katniss, I need to be inside you…"

She nodded and raised her leg to give him better access. Peeta slid into her from behind and paused. Katniss lowered her leg to create an even snugger fit, encasing him in her slick warmth. He had to catch his breath to calm himself down. Peeta withdrew a bit then rocked back into her. "Baby, you feel so fucking amazing."

When Peeta was fully inside her once again, Katniss panted, "Yes, right there."

He pulled back again before thrusting forward, a moan escaping her lips as the head of his cock hit a spot deep within.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered.

"Yes." She ground up against him.

It was not long until they found a steady rhythm and Katniss moaned, "Harder," as she reached down and started rubbing her clit. He began thrusting faster, staying deep inside, building the pressure from within. Peeta felt her flutter against him and she cried out, allowing him to finally let go a few moments later.

Afterwards, Peeta turned her onto her back and gave her a slow kiss. Her quicksilver eyes watched him as he lifted his head. She gave him shy smile and bit her lower lip, a habit she had when she felt a little self-conscious. It was endearing and he was pretty sure he knew what she was about to say.

"Let me go clean up. I'll be right back."

Peeta settled against the pillows as she eased from the bed and sashayed into the bathroom. He loved that woman so much. Maybe it was time to marry her. It wasn't the first time he'd thought about asking her, but it was on his mind more often than not as of late.

It popped into his brain at the oddest times. He thought about it when he saw her talking to one of the field hands as they examined the condition of a vine. He watched her as she carefully listened, respecting her worker's experience and opinion before making a decision. Then again, just the other day, the thought nagged when she helped him unload his truck full of baking supplies into the pantry. He didn't even have to ask when she organized the flours in alphabetical order, as he liked. And every time she took her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him her shy smile, he was tempted. Maybe it was time to ask her.

Hearing a noise, Peeta looked over towards the bathroom door and saw Katniss leaning against the frame watching him.

"What is that little smile about?" she asked, which caused him to break out into a full grin.

"You're here and I'm just happy."

Katniss shook her head. "I'm glad I have today off. If we had to work and Uncle Haymitch saw my neck we'd hear about it all day."

She piled her hair on top of her head and turned to give him a better view. He took in the sight of her and spotted the place where her long delicate neck met her shoulder, reddened from the scruff of his day old beard stubble. His eyes traveled south to first admire her small, pert breasts jutting out from her chest, then slim waist, and down to her slender legs.

He laughed and patted the bed. "You know you love it. Now woman, get your butt back in this bed."

Releasing her hair, it tumbled into waves across her shoulders and her hips swayed as she sauntered toward the bed. She settled down, pressing the length of her body against his side, tucking her head into his shoulder.

Peeta ran his hand up and down the curvature of her spine as she released a contented sigh. Yes, it was time he asked her.