A NOTE TO THE READER: For anyone reading this who is not a mature adult - this is rated MA. I do not wish to glorify sex. This is a work of fiction. Sex is best when in a committed relationship. Sex is not just sex...it comes with lots of baggage. Be smart. Be safe.

I fill my lungs with his scent and my whole body feels warm. Like opposing magnets my body is drawn to his. Peeta's body is warm. As I run my hands over his back arms I feel his muscles harden. I like the hardness, I like the power. I can feel his strength.

I feel like dough in his hands as he gently caresses my back. Peeta's hands slip lower and lower and a thrill of electricity radiates from me spine to my toes. I want more. I press my body into his and move my kisses to his neck, up his jaw line and finally to Peeta's sensitive ears. I suck his ear lobe and I nibble my way up his ear.

I can feel the urgency build in Peeta's body as the tension in the air pulsates around us. "Katniss …" He whispers my name in warning as he internally struggles with what he wants and his self-sacrificing, chivalrous personality.

This is it, where I go too far and he puts space between us to maintain our innocence.

The humidity in the air is coming from Peeta and I and my body is screaming for Peeta's touch. Past wanting, past yearning. The space between my legs seems to want Peeta.

I can feel him moving away. He gently holds my hands and guides me away as he tries come back to earth. I have been warned about this, the doctor told me two days ago that I was pushing too fast. Peeta can still experience relapses in emotionally and physically intense situations, like I keep pushing him into. I don't want distance and I don't like the air is changing, so I push further , the doctor would not approve. I place my hands on either side of his hard chest and let my fingertips run down his sides. Then I change the game.

My right hand stops at his waist band and moves to the center. I tickle the skin next to his waist band and I can feel his resistance weaken. I put my index finger just in site his waist band and tease him further. Peeta brings me in for a hug and our pelvises touch as we grind against each other. I can feel it.

There it is, hard, beneath his clothes. I remember seeing it in the first games. I was embarrassed then and confused at the butterflies in my stomach. With all of Panem watching I tried hard not to stare, but even covered in mud and blood with an infected leg, even with the terrible stench of body odor from days of exertion, I liked what I saw. But it feels different then how I remember. Hard… big…more aggressive.

I stare in to his eyes as we linger, feeling each other. He's not pushing me away anymore. His blue eyes are full of desire. In that moment, with our eyes locked, I feel like he sees everything I need from him and uncovers everything I've ever thought, and felt. He sees it.

He pulls me back into him and we fall into each others kiss. His hands are on my back under my shirt. Peeta lifts the loose fabric over my head in one swift movement. Our tongues tease and explore each others mouths as he wastes no time removing my bra, using both hands to pull and claw at it until it concedes the victory. His lips move down my neck and I can feel his tongue flicking sending electric thrills from his kiss through my buddy. He kisses me down my neck along my collarbone and exhales as he draws his nose across my breast which prickles and hardens as Peeta's breath tickles my skin.

His hands are warm as he cups my breasts. So warm. So nice.

I gently rub my knee up his inner thigh to the apex where I can feel his full length and girth reacting to my touch. I cringe, it's so big. What if it doesn't fit? This could hurt.

He takes his own knee and scoops my leg wide to the outside. Peeta presses against me.

It's right there.

All lined up, like it knows where to go. Our pants and underwear stretch as he's threatens to poke holes to get in. Peeta's breathing is deep and steady. I gently caress his torso as my mind struggles with my body's urgency and my own inexperience.

Peeta has no struggle. All his hesitations have disappeared as he single-mindedly reaches under my me, grasps my waistband, and removes my pants and underwear in one swift movement. My legs fly up as my feet are pulled free.

In that moment I am completely naked gazing at his eyes from my back. And he is completely dressed. This won't stand. I sit up my legs wide spread and take his shirt from the bottom and easily remove it. His broad chest is covered in scars and he still does not grow chest hair, the marks of the capitals tyranny.

He reaches in his own waistband and pulls it out, leaving his own pants on. And now it's really right there.

I can feel the tip hovering softly touching my outer ring. Its wet warmth calls to my pelvis but I don't move.

I want it so bad. But I don't….I can't figure out my hesitation. My head is clouded with an all encompassing yearning.

Peeta's breathing is fast and hot. In that pause, his perfect blue eyes focus on my face and I feel him and he feels me and were both expectant. He supports his place over me with knee inside of my leg and one arm over my shoulder. With the other hand he grasps himself, ready to guide it in.

I'm ready.

His eyes are already in. They already have me. I already know this will be good.

A bug buzzes. Peeta tenses and tries to stand. He falls over as his prosthetic plays tricks on him. He sit up on the floor twisting and slapping at the blind spot in the center of his back. He rolls and comes to standing filled with anxiety as he yells and flails his muscles flexed. I shrink away, feeling exposed in my nudity with the sudden change in mood. I can see the spot on his back swelling, a tracker jacker. I stand and try to help him he strikes my hand away. In a calm voice with my hand outstretched in a peace offering "Peeta, I can help…turn around and I'll…."

But he doesn't want me to touch him. He's wild. Peeta stops flailing and stares at me. Not with the penetrating earnest he had just seconds ago, but instead will mistrust and hatred.