Thirty-nine weeks earlier

"You're an amazing woman Mrs. Mellark."

"And don't you forget that Mr. Mellark." I grab his shirt, pull him into the room and close the door. "You'll have to be a little quiet tonight. You know, we have guests." I start to undress him, kissing him as I go along.

He gently undresses me. When he gets them all off I feel so free. He kisses me starting at my neck and slowly working his way down. Oh God I love how he feels against me. The heat, the heartbeat. I love him so much.

We start to make love when it happens. "Yelp!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes! Don't stop! Do it again!" I can't even explain what he did all I know is ... "Yelp!" Oh my God. He's never done anything like this. It ma..."Yelp!"...kes me feel like my body will explode.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you."

"No, Peeta. I'm okay. Just keep doing that. Pl...Yelp!...easekeep going!"

Holy crap. Why is it so bright? Jesus, it's morning. Oh, my head. I'm so hungover. I need aspirin. I reach for my bag and look for the small medicine case. Damn, where is it. I dump the contents of the bag on the bed and look through the pile. And all you women know what a pile from a woman's bag looks like. Makeup, hair stuff, my pills. Oh shit, I haven't taken them in two days. Aspirin. Oh, thank you.

Oh shit. That's when it happened. Oh alcohol, why have you done this to me. Again.

Do you know why Mrs. Hirshfeld steals my papers every morning."

"Why?"

"For the puzzles. Sudoku to be specific. The Times only has a crossword." Peeta looks very disinterested.

"Come on. Let's go back to bed." He grabs my hand and practically drags me to our tiny bedroom.

"Aren't you interested..." He put his finger on my mouth.

"No. We have only twenty-four more hours before we have to rejoin the real world and I want to spend it with you. Undisturbed." He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me towards him.

"Peeta, it was the strangest thing." I keep talking and don't even realize he has removed my nightshirt. Until his lip reached my breasts. "Oh, Peeta," is all I can say as I pull his face closer. I weave my fingers through his hair. This has been such a magical weekend I don't want it to end. I want to make love to him again and again. I've been the aggressor most of this weekend. Now my man is on the move.

He leads me to the bed. I feel his chest. He has always kept his body in good shape. I love him for that. It's a real turn on. I'm so moist that I don't want to wait any longer. I reach down and put him inside me. That's all I'll do. From now on it's all up to him.

He moves in and out with such ease and at the perfect angle I can feel my heart speed up almost instantly. "Oh, Peeta." I moan and hug him tightly. He speeds up and also goes harder and a little rougher. I dig my nails in his back. "Oh, Peeta." I moan again this time even louder. I arch my back to get Peeta even deeper. His final thrust is amazing. I dig my nails even deeper. He screams that he loves me. I never tire of hearing it.

"Thank you," I say to him.

"For what?"

"For not caring about my newspapers."

"My pleasure. If I confess to you all the other things I don't care about can we have more sex?"

"Don't stretch your luck, big boy. You might get lucky without a confession."

"So Gale, has Madge started making wedding plans yet?" I ask.

"UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH HHHH!"

"Okay. Enough said on that subject for now."

I meet Jo after work for our trip to Babeland. We take the subway to SOHO and walk the six blocks to the store.

"Wow." Is the only way to describe the sex toy shop. It's not a big store, but they pack a lot in.

We're greeted by a woman who Jo obviously knows. "Jo, how are you? What can we do for you today?"

"Not for me today. For my friend. This is Katniss."

"Nice to meet you. Welcome. I'm Wendy. What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a...er...a..." I suddenly get a little flustered and I can feel my face getting redder by the second.

"She's looking for a vibrator."

"Thanks, Jo." Thank God I brought her along. "Yes. Yes, a vibrator."

"For you or you and your partner?" Wendy asks. I never thought of having one for both of us. Ummm.

I've known Peeta for years, but the subject of sex toys has never come up. "For me."

"Come on over to our selection. Let me ask you, is for clitoral stimulation? Or to get in touch with your G Spot?"

"What?" I ask confusingly. Oh, Christ. This is harder than I thought. I look at Jo. "What are you looking at?"

"You. I'm curious. Is it for clitoral stimulation or to get in touch with your G Spot?"

"You're not helping."

Jo responds "I'm not here to help. I'm just enjoying you fumble through this." I stick out my tongue at her.

I finally take a deep breath "Do I have to choose?"

"No. Of course not. We have ones that serve both purposes."

"See smarty pants. I don't have to choose."

I get a little bit more relaxed. Wendy is very patient and Jo is remaining unusually quiet. Wendy shows me various models. At this point, all I can do is envision using them and they're making me a little hot and my face is getting flushed again.

She shows me the next model "No thanks. It looks dangerous." I get a laugh out of both of them.

"What I'm going to suggest is the Babeland Starter Kit. This way you don't have to decide. It's all there."

"Thanks for making the choice for me. It's a little overwhelming."

"I can understand that," Wendy says as she takes my purchase to the cash register.

We meander around the store a little while longer. We see items for him. "Can you see Peeta using this?" My eyes get real wide and I tilt my head one way then the other. "Er...NO!" I exclaim back at Jo.

My eyes get real wide and I tilt my head one way then the other. "Er...NO!" I exclaim back at Jo.

I pick up a book and look at the position of the day. "Hey, Jo. Look at this position. I would think it would give you a headache."

"No. The key is to remember to breath."

"I'll remember that."

I smell some of the massage oils. "Umm. Lavender. Very relaxing." I take a bottle.

"Do you know where Madge is registering?" Jo asks.

"Not yet. Knowing her, she'll choose Neiman Marcus."

"Fork that. I'm buying them something from here." We look at each other and then burst out laughing. Madge is a little stiff.

"Come on. Let's go."

We pay and say good bye to Wendy.

"So when are you going to try it out."

"Tomorrow night. Peeta has a late night meeting at work. Conference call to Asia."

"Text me the play by play."

"Why do you need to know about my sex life. Isn't yours enough?"

"I just want to make sure your using it right."

"Jeez, Jo. It's not rocket science."

"Okay. If you say so." Now she's peeked my interest.

"Jo! What do you mean?" She starts to give me advice as we walk back to the subway. Ummm, I love my friends!