"There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.'

- Kate Douglas Wiggin

Fair Warning: Near the end of this chapter, Katniss decides to reward Peeta. And it doesn't involve a pat on the back.

Katniss

We follow Prim to the cafeteria. We all grab a cup of coffee and a bagel. She tells us she can talk for around an hour then she has to go finish her shift.

She has us sit at a table outside. It's sunny and beautiful out. There's a light breeze off the ocean and the temperature is perfect.

"I still can't believe it," Prim shakes her head in disbelief as she picks up my left hand, inspecting my gold wedding band.

"It's true," I assure her quietly, admiring my ring myself.

"Now that we're back I can get you an engagement ring if you want," Peeta interjects.

"No," I shake my head. "I told you before, I don't need one. I have a wedding ring. That's all that matters."

"Are you sure?" Prim grins. "He's offering to buy you a ring, Katniss."

"I'm sure," I nod, smiling at my husband.

"So let's hear it," Prim prompts, certainly not wasting any time.

"Hear what?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes at me.

"The story. You told me a little bit over the phone but now you're here."

"Well what do you want to know?" Peeta speaks for me.

"You told me that you were assigned as climbing partners. How did you go from that to dating? You explained about how Katniss was a bitch and all, but you didn't give details beyond that really."

"Well after I was horrible to him, I pouted and stomped around for a few hours before I realized I was being a coward, and found him. We went for a walk and I explained that it had nothing to do with him, that I just wasn't used to having a partner again and my stupid ego got in the way," I explain.

"She made a bigger deal out of it than was needed," Peeta continues. "I was just shocked, not mad really. I was still in a state of disbelief from seeing her to tell you the truth."

"He was so cute," I grin. "When I asked him why he'd given us the bread for all those years, he didn't want to tell me. He thought it would scare me off. Finally I got him to blurt out that he loves me, and that's when we went from friends to something more."

"So that's when you started dating?" Prim asks.

"Not exactly," I answer. "He asked me out on a date, and I said yes. He took us on a picnic. It was so romantic Prim," I swoon. Peeta blushes. "The sun went down and we were laying, gazing at the stars, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. Obviously, I said yes."

"Oh my god," she gasps, a hand on her chest. "That is so sweet you guys."

"So from then on we were inseparable," I smile. "That night was the last night we slept in separate tents." That actually makes us all blush and we laugh in unison. "We ate together, climbed together, relaxed together. I don't know about him, but I was pretty sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with him by the time he walked me back after that first date."

"What about you Peeta?" Prim turns to my husband, who's sitting quietly listening.

"I've loved your sister for years," he replies softly. "For a long time I thought I was dreaming, especially the first time she told me she loves me."

"She's loved you for years too, Peeta. Trust me."

"I think I'm starting to realize that," he gives us a small, shy smile.

I'm enjoying watching them get along so well as I take another sip of my coffee.

"So how's the sex?"

I spit my coffee out all over the table.

"What?" I stutter, my eyes bugging out. Peeta's face has gone beet red.

"Oh come on," Prim waves us off. "I'm a doctor. You're newlyweds. I'm not a kid anymore you know. Besides, I may or may not have talked to Annie earlier."

"You sneaky, sneaky girl," I smirk.

Ever since I introduced Prim to Annie a couple years ago, they've stayed in touch. I'm not surprised that they've been gossiping about me and Peeta.

"Oh god," I slap my forehead with my palm, "Prim, I'm sure whatever she told you is grossly exaggerated."

"I doubt that, considering I got Finnick to verify all the details," she grins.

"This isn't happening," I mutter. She giggles. Peeta still looks extremely embarrassed. "Sorry baby," I gently soothe him.

"That's another thing she told me. The two of you really love calling each other pet names, don't you?" Prim smirks.

"Please stop," I plead.

"No way. This is too much fun. But you're definitely not staying at my place, I'll tell you that right now," she says firmly.

That reminds me of the things we agreed to tell her, and I look over to Peeta, who seems to have come to the same conclusion. He gives me a slight nod, telling me it's mine for the taking.

"Prim there's something a little more serious we need to talk to you about," I turn to her.

"Okay," she nods, showing me she's listening intently.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Did you ever wonder where your scholarship came from?" I ask.

She's silent for a few moments as she thinks, obviously surprised by my question.

"Maybe, I guess, in the beginning. Once I got to school I had to concentrate on studying so I guess I just accepted it for what it is, you know?"

"Well I finally found out where it came from," I reveal.

"What? How? Huh?" She's confused now. I chuckle.

I turn and look at Peeta who is shyly looking down at the coffee in his hands.

"It was Peeta," I whisper with a smile.

"What do you mean 'it was Peeta'?" Prim asks, audibly confused.

"Peeta set up the scholarship and paid for it," I explain slowly. "He's the reason you were able to go to college and med school."

Prim is predictably shocked. Her jaw drops and her eyes go wide. She looks back and forth between Peeta and me comically.

"Is she joking?" She asks Peeta finally.

"No," he softly answers.

"Why?"

He raises his head and locks gazes with her.

"Because you deserved it."

"I – I – um – thank you?"

I chuckle and grasp Peeta's hand across the table.

"His brothers told him about how you got into college but we couldn't afford it," I expand. "Peeta, well, he had the ability to step in and pay for it."

"How? That was a lot of money Katniss."

"Peeta? Want to field this one?" I ask.

"You can honey," he shrugs.

"Okay." I turn back to Prim. "A while ago Peeta worked with a pretty huge outdoor company to help them improve their equipment. He ended up inventing a few new pieces of gear and he holds the patents on them. He is, I mean we are, fairly wealthy."

"This is crazy," she mumbles.

"I know," I nod in agreement. "I didn't believe him at first either. I really didn't fully believe it until I signed the papers to make all of our accounts joint and I saw the balances."

"Can I ask, um, can I-"

"You want to know how rich we are?" I ask, smirking. It's exactly like when Peeta guessed what I wanted to say. "Peeta?" I want to know if he's okay with me telling Prim. He looks at me and nods, smiling gently. "Prim, I'm going to tell you, so don't freak out okay?"

"Um, okay," she says unsurely.

"Peeta and I are worth roughly two hundred and fifty million dollars."

She almost drops her coffee when I tell her.

"Two hundred….and fifty…..million…..," she repeats in awe.

"Yeah," I confirm. "Pretty unbelievable, right?"

"You're kidding, right? This is a joke?"

"No, Prim," Peeta interjects. "Katniss is telling the truth."

"Oh my god," she gasps. "Thank you so much Peeta. I can't ever repay you for what you did for me," she sobs. She shoots out of her chair and darts around the table, attacking Peeta with her arms, hugging him tightly, mumbling her thanks.

"You don't have to repay me Prim," he gently assures her. "I didn't do it for that. I did it because you deserve the best education. I did it because I love your sister. I did it because I hoped one day you'd be my sister too."

"I am your sister," she says happily. "Welcome to the family Peeta." She gives him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Big bro," she smiles wide.

She gives me a hug before she sits back down.

We chat a little more until she looks at her watch and regrettably tells us she has to get back to work. She promises to take a couple days off soon and come visit us in Panem.

Peeta

Spending some time with my new sister was amazing. She and Katniss have very different personalities, but anyone can see how much they love and cherish one another. It's obvious how smart Prim is, and I'm sure she's a great doctor. She's the kind of person who cares about everyone, no matter if she's known them her whole life or she's just met them.

We stop at a diner for a quick breakfast. While we eat I notice Katniss has had a smile on her face the whole time.

"Why are you smiling so much?" I ask, grinning.

"I dunno," she shrugs. "This is just so normal. We're eating breakfast together like a real couple."

"We are a real couple," I joke.

She rolls her eyes.

"I know that dummy," she chuckles. "I'm just happy, Peeta. Up until now we spent all our time on expedition. Now we're back in civilization. I'm just really excited to start our life together."

"Me too," I quickly agree. "Even just driving with you is so much fun. I'm really starting to look forward to our road trip."

"You were serious about that?" She asks timidly.

"Of course," I nod. "How else are we going to decide where to raise our kids?"

"I love you," she blurts out quickly.

"I love you too honey. Are you going to finish your home fries?" I grin.

"No, here you go," she passes me her plate.

"Thanks babe."

We get back on the road. We have a bit of a drive back to Panem. It's a gorgeous ride, however, through the woods of Maine.

She lets me drive, her exhaustion catching up to her. I stop at Dunkin Donuts and grab a coffee for myself while she snuggles in the passenger sleep and promptly falls asleep. I turn on the satellite radio quietly and listen to sports radio while I drive.

Every once in a while I glance over at my wife. I'm honestly still getting used to the fact that I have a wife, never mind that it's Katniss. She always looks so innocent, so child like, when she sleeps. She grasped my hand while she was falling asleep and hasn't let go since. I'm happy her car is an automatic. It's made it a little tough to drink my coffee though.

Finally I start recognizing more and more landmarks as we get closer. When we hit downtown Panem, which is really just one small main street section, my anxiety level rises. Somehow, in her sleep, Katniss senses my distress.

"What's wrong baby?" I hear her gently ask. I didn't even realize she woke up.

"It's nothing," I deflect.

She grips my hand harder.

"Peeta," she warns, "tell me."

"We're in Panem," I nod out the windshield.

She follows my gaze and realizes where we are. We're about a block away from passing the bakery.

"Honey we don't have to go by. Take a left up here," she suggests.

"No this is the fastest way home," I weakly protest.

"Peeta," she sighs. "If it's going to hurt you, please don't make yourself go through that. I'm here either way for you, but I don't want you hurting sweetie."

"I'll be okay," I try to convince me more than her. "I have you with me."

"Always." She leans over and kisses my cheek, reassuring me she's right here.

A moment later, we drive slowly by the bakery. I glance in and see my dad behind the counter. I catch a glimpse of the back of my mother in the kitchen and my entire body tenses.

"It looks like they redid the movie theater," Katniss remarks. I know what she's doing, trying to distract me. I silently thank her.

"Yeah. They remolded it maybe a year ago," I tell her.

"Let's go to a movie soon. Like a date," she gets excited. "Dinner and a movie!"

"Okay," I smile. "I'd love to take my wife out and show her off."

"I'd be the one showing off," she replies, grinning.

"Considering everyone in this town already knows us, I think we'd get some funny looks," I joke.

"I guess you're right," she smiles. "Peeta I'm hungry. Can we stop for some lunch?"

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

"The Shack? I haven't been in years."

The Shack is the local hang-out. It's a small restaurant that's really popular with locals. They serve breakfast all day, but their lunches and dinners are delicious as well. It's greasy, diner-type food. Bitter coffee, tasty milkshakes, and massive stacks of pancakes.

I pull in and we get out. Katniss spends a minute just admiring her new Range Rover while I wrap my arm around her waist. She leans her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks again Peeta. I love it."

"Wait until we get home," I kiss the top of her head. "The rest of your cars are there."

"Really? Suddenly I'm not so hungry."

"Come on," I pull her towards the door. "I need to feed my wife."

"Fine," she huffs and pouts adorably. I kiss the cute look off her face.

"Good afternoon, welcome to The Shack," the hostess says without looking up when she hears the ding of the door. When she raises her head Katniss and I both recognize her immediately. It's Clove Harris. We went to high school with her. She was in the 'popular' crowd.

"Hi Clove," Katniss greets evenly.

Clove narrows her eyes as she tries to remember Katniss.

Katniss gets frustrated, rolling her eyes. I vaguely remember them never getting along.

"It's Katniss Everdeen," she supplies. "Well actually now I'm Katniss Mellark."

"Oh! Peeta! Wow you look great!" Clove smiles widely at me, ignoring Kat.

"Hi Clove," I give her a small smile, wrapping my arm around Katniss' waist and bringing her close again. "Table for two, please."

"Of course," she still ignores my wife. I'm starting to get a little angry.

In high school Clove was one of the girls that constantly flirted with me, giving me not-so-subtle hints that they would be receptive to me coming on to them. I tried to ignore her best I could, but I was always polite about it.

"So Peeta what have you been up to? Your dad told me you climbed Mt. Everest. That's amazing!" She keeps talking only to me as Katniss and I sit.

"Yeah, I did climb Everest," I reply. "But that wasn't the most exciting thing that happened on that trip."

"Oh? What else happened?" She bats her eyelashes and Katniss rolls her eyes.

"I got married to the love of my life," I smile, looking at Katniss, as I raise my left hand and wiggle my ring finger, showing Clove my wedding band.

"We'll take two waters please," Katniss asks Clove, dismissing her. She smirks over the table at me while Clove grumbles and walks away.

"Ugh I still hate her just as much as I did in high school," Katniss tells me. I chuckle at how angry she is. "What are you grinning about?"

"You're jealous," I point out.

"Am not," she defiantly shoots back.

I narrow my eyes at her accusingly.

"Fine," she relents. "Maybe a little. Did you see the way she ignored me and flirted with you? You're my husband," she states possessively.

"And that's why I purposely showed her my ring," I explain.

"Good boy," she smiles and leans over the table to give me a peck on the lips.

Clove chooses that exact moment to show up with our waters.

"Your waitress will be over in a minute," she mumbles.

"Thanks Clove," Katniss says perkily, taunting her.

"I kind of forgot we'd run into people we knew coming home," I take a sip of water.

"Yeah. Should be fun," she replies sarcastically.

"Katniss Mellark. You know you're the only girl for me."

"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about all these other skanks that were all over you in high school," she groans.

"And did I ever hook up with any of them? Did you ever see me holding any of their hands? Kissing them?"

"Well, no," she admits quietly.

"Exactly. I was yours even then honey. Should I be worried about all the guys that used to gawk at you when you walked down the halls?"

"Nobody gawked at me," she shakes her head.

I laugh and shake my own head.

"Sure Kat. You really don't know, do you?"

"Don't know what?"

"The effect you have on people. Especially me."

She just waves me off as our waitress appears.

"I'll have a Caesar salad please. And a Diet Coke. Thanks," Katniss orders.

"Same for me please. Thank you."

She takes our menus and leaves us.

"So are we going home after we eat?" She asks.

"Sure," I shrug. "I guess we should unpack and start some laundry. Some of our stuff is pretty rank."

"That's being generous," we laugh together.

"I also want to show you the house," I smile.

"And my new cars," she reminds me.

"Obviously."

Our food shows up a couple minutes later and it's good like it always is here.

Katniss glares at Clove a couple times during the meal when she catches her looking at me. I sigh and accept it for what it is.

I grab the check and leave a fairly generous tip. Katniss protests until she remembers that we can afford it.

"That reminds me," I say as I hold the door for her to the parking lot, "we need to transfer some money into your checking account."

"Um, okay," she shrugs. "Why?"

"You should have some spending money. You know, for gas, groceries, whatever you want. Your new credit cards should be in the mail. We need to pick it up at the post office."

"Thanks," she says gratefully as we get in the car. She lets me drive again.

I pull out of the parking lot and head to the post office.

Katniss

Great. Not even back for an hour and I'm already fending off skanks after my husband.

Peeta, to his credit, handled the situation like I expected him to. He was polite, of course, but made it clear whom he belongs to.

We stop quickly at the post office and Peeta runs in. He returns a minute later with a huge mail bin filled to the brim. I'm already dreading sorting through it all. I know Peeta will insist on doing it alone, but I'm going to help him anyways. We're a team now, in every aspect of our new life together.

He pulls back out onto the road.

"How far until we get home?" I ask.

"Maybe twenty, twenty-five minutes," he estimates.

I nod and click through his iPod, finding some good music to listen to.

"Kat?"

"Hmm?"

"Were you serious on the plane?" He seems really nervous again.

"About what?" I turn to look at him.

"Um, about when you said you'd do 'anything' I asked?" He whispers. I smirk. I'm pretty sure I know exactly which promise he's referring to.

"You want to pull over and have sex? I'm in, but I thought you wanted the next time to be in our bed?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean, oh god."

I giggle and kiss his cheek. Then I look down and notice the bulge in his jeans.

"Or maybe you were referring to the blowjob amendment," I whisper in his ear and nibble on it a bit. He shudders visibly.

"I'm driving," he weakly protests.

"I'm not," I grin.

I slide my hand down the front of his shirt until I feel his erection. I gently stroke it over his jeans and marvel at how huge he is, even when he's restricted like this.

"You really don't have to," he assures me.

"I know I don't have to. I want to," I tell him honestly. "Besides, have you even seen another car on this road?"

"No. It's usually deserted," he admits.

"Exactly."

I stop talking. I quickly unzip his jeans and reach my hand in. He groans when I grasp him, and somehow maneuver his rock hard cock so it's free. When it's revealed, I giggle and cover my mouth with my hand.

"Oh honey you shouldn't have," I say in my most innocent schoolgirl voice. "It's so big!"

"Oh my god," he mutters happily. "Baby I'm not sure if I can keep driving."

"I have faith in you."

I lean over, unbuckling my seatbelt. I ignore the warning bells in my brain about safety. Peeta's a good driver, I tell myself.

I finally take him in my mouth, wetting his entire length with my tongue as he moans. I realize I'm going to have to do this quickly if I don't want us to crash. He has a tendency of losing all faculties when I blow him.

I bob my head up and down fast, taking as much of him as I can, ignoring my gag reflex. I've gotten better at this as we've gone on, and I've learned what he likes. I reach my hand into his jeans and cradle his balls, massaging them while I suck.

"Holy shit Kat," he groans, "that feels amazing."

I don't have time to answer, so I just continue, picking up the pace.

"Fuck I'm going to come," he tells me a couple minutes later. "Thank god, there's a stop sign."

I somehow giggle with a mouth full of him, and feel the car stop. He tenses and releases, moaning as he does, and I feel his come hit the back of my throat and slide down. I make sure I get his entire load and don't let any escape my mouth. Once I'm sure I have it all, I quickly tilt my head up at him, open my mouth slightly, show him the load, and swallow while I look him dead in the eye. I turn back down, clean his length with my tongue, and kiss the tip before carefully returning it to its spot in his jeans, once he's started to go flaccid again.

I sit back up and grin at him.

"See? I told you I'd always swallow."

He's speechless.

He doesn't say a word, but I can see the determination in his eyes as he starts driving again. He wants to get me home as fast as possible. I'd be lying if I said I objected to his plan.

"I'm looking forward to this tour," I break the silence.

"Fuck the tour," he quickly retorts. "We're going to straight to the bedroom."

"Why?" I feign ignorance.

"You know why," he says, the lust evident in his tone.

I feel the rumble in my belly, the beginnings of what I'm sure is going to be an explosive experience.

"You're right," I admit with a smirk. "I do know. You're going to fuck my brains out, right?"

"Yup," he nods.

"Good," I grin. "It's been way too long since I've had you inside of me."

"Oh god," he whimpers. "Maybe I will have to pull over after all."

"I'm still in if you are."

A/N: He he. Dirty Everlark is so much fun.

This story is already turning out to be incredibly fun. Someone suggested having Cato and Clove, so I added Clove into this chapter. Not sure how I'll bring Cato in, but I have some ideas.

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I originally meant for them to get home and everything, but once I started writing I added some other scenes in. Like the little scene in the car, which was, well, interesting to say the least to write.

I'm blown away by the response to the first chapter. I already have almost 30 reviews! Keep it up guys! It definitely prompts me to write faster and more often.

I'm working on the next chapter of 'The Truth Revealed' as well, but I've just been a little more excited about getting this story off the ground. It'll be posted in the next couple of days, promise.

Thanks as always!