Hello my loves! Wow okay I loved the response to this story! Thank you to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed! To those of you who are reading Tales and Dancing Fire, I have decided to go on hiatus for both stories because I have 1). NO IDEA WHERE EITHER STORY SHOULD GO and 2). HAVE NO INSPIRATION. I may continue them later on, but I have not decided yet.

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I wake up with a start. There is a pressure on my chest, and I look down to see Peeta's head in between my naked breasts. His chin propped up on the top of his hand, and his bright blue eyes are open as they stare sleepily into my own.

"You know, it's kinda creepy when you watch me sleep." The pressure on my chest increases when he chuckles. His chin digs into my chest and the pain spreads across the top of my chest, and it makes it hard to breathe.

"Good morning to you too. Do you want pancakes?"

His offer from last night to spend the night now makes sense. He wants to make sure I eat something, and the only way he'll know that I will, is if he watches me physically put the food in my mouth and swallow. I nod in response, and for a moment, he stays where he is. Peeta rolls around on his back, and pulls me with him. My tiny body curls up on his naked chest and I listen to the steady beating of his heart.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

He sighs softly, and he sits up, pulling me with him. He presses a soft kiss behind the shell of my ear, and I shudder at the familiar feeling.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast now, I'll see you downstairs in a few?"

I nod, and he gets up off his bed. He pulls on a pair of loose-fitting, grey sweatpants, and then leaves the room. I wait a few minutes, and then I get up. I grab one of his many light blue, long-sleeved shirts, and throw it over my head. The shirt hits about my mid-thigh, so I don't even bother putting on panties. I know after breakfast they'll be coming off anyway.

By the time I get downstairs, the familiar scent of apples and cinnamon assault my nose. His iPod plays softly in the background and he sings along. His voice is off-key, but comforting. I spot an off-white colored, ceramic coffee cup sitting on the counter, and I lunge for it. The heat of the liquid that's inside warms my fingers, and they begin to tingle from the heat. I take a tentative sip of the dark liquid and I moan in satisfaction. Apple tea.

As I sip the tea, I taste the sugar, milk, and honey that he added. Taking another sip, I begin to make a pot of coffee for Peeta. If he can remember how to make my favorite tea, I sure as hell can remember how to make his coffee the way he likes. I sit on the counter next to the coffee pot, and I watch him make my favorite food. When he's done he places about four or five pancakes on my plate, buttering all of them, and drenching them in syrup. He walks up to me, and stands in between my legs, offering me a large bite of syrupy pancake. I take another sip of my tea, and greedily accept the food. I know I will regret this later, but the reward will be worth it.

I shovel large bits of syrup covered pancakes into my mouth, savoring the sour taste of the apples mixed with the husky taste of cinnamon. Peeta watches me happily, his left arm wrapped around my waist, his large hand pressed hotly against my back. I wrap my legs around his waist, and hook my ankles together. I attempt to be seductive as I take another bite of pancake offered, but my efforts are useless, and I giggle at my stupidity. I stop when Peeta begins to lean in closer to me, and I can feel the definite arousal he has for me poking my inner thigh. Before anything can happen though, the coffee pot beeps, signaling that coffee is ready. I push Peeta away from me and I slide down the counter and I turn away from Peeta and face the coffee machine.

I'm not fast enough, and before I can do anything Peeta has me turned back around. His soft lips attached to my chapped ones in a second. Our lips dance, and our tongues fight for dominance. We keep going, our lips and tongues moving faster and faster. Peeta pulls away to nip at my lips and neck.

"I feel...dirty. Are you up for a shower?"

Oh hell yes! I want to scream, but I keep my mouth shut. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. He climbs up the stairs two at a time, and before I know it, we're in his bathroom. He sets me down on the sink, and he pulls of my shirt. The cold air of the room assaults my nipples, and they harden slightly. Peeta attacks my right nipple, kissing, sucking, and biting hard. He pulls his mouth away with a loud pop, and moves on to my left nipple. His nimble fingers tickle the insides of my thighs, and I spread my legs, and he stands in between them.

Suddenly he sticks two fingers into my wet folds, and the noise that erupts from my mouth is a mixture of a moan and a whine. His mouth let's go of my nipple, and he pulls his fingers out of me.

"God you're so wet. Ready for that shower now?"

Oh, this'll be good.


I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2! Next chapter...SHOWER SEX

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