A/N - Here you are, followers & newcomers alike to the sequel to Fifty Meets the Mockingjay! Enjoy and expect smut in the chapters to come. As always, all characters belong to the ever talented Ms. Collins and Ms. James.

KPOV

Oh, my, God, so hot again! Why is Christian's body temperature so high all the time? Or is it just when he's asleep? I look down to find him sprawled over my stomach again. I raise my hand and run it through his hair, effectively waking him up. He rolls over, stretching out and then grabbing me quickly against him.

"Mmmm, I like waking up next to you." He murmurs in my ear.

I smile against his shoulder, "You mean on me. So far every morning I have woken up, you are on me in some way, bathing me in your heat."

"Is that so bad?" He asks, nuzzling his nose to my ear. He hand starts to trail down my side, making small circles in different spots.

"It is when I have to pee." I tell him, wiggling away and running into the bathroom. I breathe a loud sigh of relief as I make it to the toilet and I hear him laugh. "Hey, I really had to go!"

"I can tell!" He yells from the bedroom. Then he's in the doorway, "Want to go take a run before breakfast?"

"Sure. Then shower?" I ask, getting up and washing my hands. The hairpins from last night's business dinner are scattered all over the bathroom counter. I brush my teeth while gathering the as many as I can so I can put them away.

When I'm done and have my hair in a high ponytail, I go back into the bedroom to grab some shorts and a tank top. Christian is just getting out of the bed, the sheet falling away from his tight naked bottom. I just watch him as he walks into the closet, enjoying my view. He pops his copper- haired head out, "Do you want me to grab you shorts and a top while I'm in here?"

"I'll grab them; I have to get my shoes and everything anyway." I tell him, following him back in. The closet is so big; you could fit an entire regular-sized bedroom in here.

As Christian is looking through a drawer for some socks, I hug him from behind. "I'm glad I chose to stay with you."

He pats my hand that is over his stomach, and then turns around so that I'm in his arms now. Kissing the top of my head, he replies, "I'm glad too, Sweetie."

Talking into his chest, my forehead against it, "I don't really know where my home is anymore. My mother sent Gale to take me home and I don't think I have one anymore. I have a big empty house, I have a backyard, and I have neighbors, but I don't have a home. Why would she want me to go back to that?"

Christian puts his finger under my chin, lifting it so that I have to look at him. "So you don't want to go back at all?"

"I would like to go back and you come with me, but I don't want to stay there. It hasn't been a true home since Peeta died and I don't think that I can stand the ghosts anymore." I confess to him, the man I chose over my old best friend and mother.

"Ghosts?" He questions quietly, rubbing my back like he had the night before when we were encountered by Gale.

I shiver, putting my head back against his chest. "Yeah, when Peeta died, all I could ever see was him, everywhere. And the baby, what would have been a baby, I thought I kept hearing cries in the middle of the night and I wasn't even that far along when I lost it. I kept having Johanna come stay with me; it made it better when someone else was there."

"I know about ghosts, Katniss, I used to find little things all over the place that reminded me of my Ana. It's just something we have to live with when the ones we love die. I never knew it until then though, because I had been so young when my mother died." He admits, still stroking me. "We don't have to go for a run, we can stay here, relax."

I pull away from him, "No, I think we should go out, maybe not run though. You said you had a helicopter?"

He smiles, "I do. Why, what are you thinking?"

"Maybe a trip to District 4, go see the beach? How long would that take?" I ask, going to the other side of the closet to pick something else to wear.

"An hour, maybe an hour and a half. I'll go let Taylor know and call my stand-by pilot, make sure everything is ready." Christian is really excited that I brought it up, so I'm glad I did. He gives me a kiss before he walks out of the closet, practically running to go call whomever he needs to call.

I go to my side of the wardrobe that was put in last night while we were out. It's everything that we chose from two days before, the first real day I spent with Christian, and everything else that was chosen based off of what I liked. I think Mrs. Jones must have picked out some things, because I don't remember picking out little sundresses or skirts. They are nice though and since we'll be going to the beach, perfect. I look through the drawers given to me in search of a bathing suit. I had to make sure it covered my scars, so it's a one piece, and when I find the right drawer, I also find five different suits to choose from. Holy cow, why would one person need that many? I guess the options are nice and honestly, I had more than that when Peeta and I went on the Victory tour way back when. I pick a pretty light pearly purple one and throw it on under my dress and head downstairs.

Mrs. Jones is busy putting together a picnic basket. When she sees me coming towards her, she smiles and greets me, "Morning, dear, do you want me to pack anything special? Mr. Grey told me about your trip and I wanted to make sure everything is in here. Let's see, fruit, cheese, bread, and wine. There's some small plates and cups, napkins, oh, and forks and a knife for the cheese. I think I have everything in there."

"Any kind of dessert?" I ask, even though the basket sounds wonderfully full.

"Oh yes, almost forgot! There's still some of the chocolate cake from the other night. Let me pack some of that. Thank you, dear, for reminding me. Do you want anything right now? I can make you up something?" She is so sweet and makes me wish my mother could have been more like her. Mrs. Jones is well aware of how Christian is, what he does in the rumpus room, she does cleans up after him, and she's still so nice about it all.

"No, well, maybe some juice and toast, we ate plenty last night and I'm not all that hungry." I say, peeking into the basket as she gets going on my small breakfast.

As the toast is being made, she packs the cake and puts in a couple of more plates, forks, and napkins. The basket is almost full when she decides to add a large bottle if water. Good idea, I don't think wine is meant to go with the beach too much. I smile at her as she hands me my plate of toast and places two kinds of jams in front of me. Hmmm, orange marmalade or strawberry jam? It's nice having choices, though when you're not used to many, you deal with what you have too. Since there's two pieces of toast, each one gets a different topping. I take turns biting into each one until everything is gone.

Mrs. Jones lets out a small giggle, "Would you like more, dear? Mr. Grey is probably still in the process of making sure the helicopter is ready."

After taking a drink of my juice, I shake my head, "No, this is fine. Have you ever been to District 4, Mrs. Jones?"

"Yes, a few couple of years ago, after the rebellion, I went on a vacation with Jason." She informs me. I hadn't realized that they were together. She sees it in my face too. "Yes, Jason and I have been together for some time now. Mr. Grey insisted we take a vacation once everything had calmed down. His wife wasn't pregnant yet and they were going off somewhere else anyway. It was very pretty and the seafood was great."

"It is what I remember of it. I've only been there once before, and that was before the Quarter Quell. Christian knows how to swim, right?" I hadn't even thought about that. I'm sure he does, as he's in such good shape, but that means little if you don't have water to swim in.

"Oh, yes, he's parents made sure all of their children knew how to swim. Oh, here he is now and he looks quite happy." She leans down next to me, whispering, "Flying is one of his most favorite things to do."