Katniss squeezed her eyes tightly as she awoke, trying to will herself back to sleep. But the chirping of the birds outside soon made it clear that that was not going to happen. She opened her eyes. The morning light was muted by the drawn curtains of the balcony, but she could still tell it would be a lovely, sunny day. She shifted slightly and felt an arm tighten around her waist. She glanced over her shoulder. Peeta's face was buried in her thick brown hair, but he didn't seem to notice, still snoring slightly. She grinned lovingly at her husband.

He must still be exhausted from last night. She thought to herself. I've really got to start taking it easier on him. Wouldn't want to wear him out.

But the smile on her face turned devilish as she remembered the long and vigorous night she and Peeta had shared. She spied the tattered remains of her lingerie on the floor and bit her lip at the memory of Peeta ripping the fabric off of her.

She ran her fingers lightly down her husband's arm and settled closer in the warm circle of his arms. He instinctively pulled her tighter, his chest hard and hot against her back, his thighs perfectly fitting against her ass. She could feel the thickness of his semi-hard dick pressed against the cleft of her cheeks. She grinned.

Ready again, are we? She flipped around in the bed, further tangling the sheets that were looped around her ankles. Peeta's eyelids fluttered as she moved. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, and slid her hand between their bodies to grasp his cock. She stroked it lightly as she gently kissed him awake. He responded slowly, but positively, giving a little moan in her mouth and sliding closer, looping his arm around her waist to squeeze her ass. She giggled as his dick hardened in her hand. She pulled back and propped herself up on her elbow, to look at him.

He gazed up at her, his eyes heavy lidded with a mix of sleepiness and desire.

"Well, good morning to you too." He murmered. He tangled his fingers in her hair, playing with it. She smiled and gave him another deep, loving kiss.

"Are you complaining?" She whispered against his lips, still sliding her fingers gently up and down the length of his rigid penis. He shook his head slowly, letting his lips brush back and forth against hers.

"Absolutely not."

"Good." She shimmied down the bed, gripping his dick a bit harder, and knelt between his legs. She made sure his eyes were locked on hers before she parted her lips and slowly slid her mouth down on his dick.

"Mmm...Katniss..." He breathed. She went to work. She bobbed her head up and down on him, letting her hand join in when she could no longer take any more of him in her mouth. Peeta's cock was proportionate to his stocky build, and even though they had been married for almost a year now, Katniss still struggled to fit it in her mouth. But she didn't let him see that. No matter how much her jaw sometimes ached after cramming as much of his dick between her lips as she could.

He groaned now, grabbing fistfuls of her hair. He gave long, gentle thrusts up into her mouth, and she stopped moving, letting him fuck her face the way she knew he loved. He began to move faster, his moans becoming louder.

"Fuck...baby...Ah, I'm gonna cum."

She didn't move, but she angled her head down so that he couldn't end up choking her. As expected, Peeta gave one last, hard thrust as he went over the edge, and the tip of his dick slipped into her throat as the first stream of cum shot from his body. Katniss struggled to swallow with his cock so far in her mouth, but it was a challenge, and most of it came pouring back out and ran down his shaft. Finally, with one last shudder, he relaxed back on the bed, his grip in her hair lessening. He stroked her head gently.

"Fuck. That was amazing."

Katniss lifted off of Peeta's now softening cock, swallowing whatever was still in her mouth and sat back on her heels.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" She grinned. He laughed, propping himself up on his elbows. Katniss leaned forward and gave her husband a deep, sticky kiss. He didn't seem to mind. He palmed one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Your turn?" He whispered, kissing across her jaw line to her neck. Katniss opened her mouth to respond, but the rumble of her stomach cut her off. Peeta met her gaze, holding back a laugh.

"Um, maybe after breakfast," She suggested.

Peeta chuckled. "Sounds good. I'll cook. You've worked hard enough this morning." He gave her another quick kiss and scooted to the edge of the bed. "Just let me shower quickly." Katniss watched his retreating back, taking a moment to appreciate his ass. She rolled off of the bed and crossed the room to throw open the curtains. The sun wasn't very high in the sky yet, and the morning mist was only just clearing. Katniss opened the doors and stepped out into the brisk morning. Her nipples hardened immediately in the cool air, and a gentle breeze danced between her damp thighs. She smiled at the clear blue sky. Perhaps they could go on a picnic today. There was a rustle from below and Katniss looked down at the front yard.

Two men in white Capital uniforms were striding up the front walk. As she watched, one of the men looked up and noticed her and stopped dead in his tracks. She lifted an eyebrow in amusement as he gawked at her naked body, entirely visible through the wrought iron railing of the balcony. The second officer noticed his partner's distraction and followed his gaze. His mouth dropped open, and the manila folder in his hands fell to the ground. Katniss cocked one hip and crossed her arms, just under her full, perky breasts.

"You know," she called. "It's impolite to stare."

The first man didn't move a muscle, but the second, clearly the more experienced of the two, seemed to recover, and focused his gaze on the house in front of him instead. He cleared his throat loudly.

"Pardon us, madam. Erm, might you be Miss Katniss Everdeen?"

"Mellark."

"I'm sorry?"

"Mrs. Katniss Everdeen-Mellark. And I have a feeling you know exactly who I am. What do you want?"

"Erm...we have a message for you, from President Stark." He seemed to remember the folder at that point and scrambled to retrieve it from the slightly frosty ground.

Katniss's eyes narrowed. President Stark, eh? The man had replaced Snow after his death, and while he was quite an improvement, the man was an idiot. But I suppose I'll take stupid over sadistic maniac anyday.

Katniss turned on her heel, heading back towards the balcony doors.

"Tell Stark he can shove his message up his ass. I want nothing to do with the capital."

"Wait!" The man pleaded. Katniss paused on the threshold of her bedroom. She could hear the shower turning off, and Peeta singing to himself. The warmth from inside of the house teased her skin, enticing her. "President Stark has an offer for you! He wants to begging a retribution program for the survivors of the Hunger Games legacy!"

"Survivors? Don't you mean champions?" She spat, turning around. "Stark didn't start the games. He didn't end them either. He has no connection to what we went through, other than watching for thirty years before we finally put an end to that fucked up ritual sacrifice that you, no doubt, spent years cuddled in your cozy Capital homes cheering on! Who did you root for, when I was in the games, huh? Me? Peeta? Who?"

"Miss...Miss Everdeen..."

"Mellark!" She hissed. "I'm not interested in any retribution from the president. I don't want anything from him, and neither does my husband. So piss off, before I call the authorities and tell them you two are trespassing." She eyed the first officer, who had yet to take his eyes off of her naked body. She grinned. "And engaging in voyeurism, too."

The young man blushed furiously and dropped his eyes. Katniss turned her back on the men and went back into her room, closing the doors behind her.

Peeta was just stepping out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips, and another in his hands, scrubbing at his wet hair. He frowned at her.

"Is someone in the yard?"

She shook her head.

"No one of importance. Now, where's my breakfast?" She crossed over to him, brazenly eyeing his dripping body. She spied a droplet of water, running a path down his abdomen and bent to lick it up. Peeta shivered.

"Jeez, you're freezing."

"Oh? Am I?" She threw her arms around her husband's midsection, pressing her naked body to his. He flinched back.

"Gah! Katniss!" He struggled to get away from her icy embrace. She laughed, devilishly.

"Hey, you're supposed to love me! Even when I'm cold!" He managed to break free, laughing now and he bolted through the bedroom door and took off down the hallway. Katniss followed, her bare feet slapping against the polished wooden floors. "Get back here and love me!" She hollered, and chased her husband down the stairs.