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And now… I believe Katniss was wearing a towel, and was going to Peeta's room…?;) Rated M for…You'll see;)

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Peeta:

After leaving Katniss in the shower, I pad further down the corridor to my room, wanting to get out of my dress pants and to dig out some clothes for her to sleep in. Taking off my shoes and socks, I relish the feel of the fluffy carpet under the soles of my feet as I slip to my window, opening it up to feel the cool morning breeze on my skin. It's embarrassingly arousing, and my hands undo my trousers, and in one swift moment they fall from my waist, dropping to the floor. Katniss creeps into my mind again; my hand wanders to the inside of my boxers, my dick bulging to get out as I imagine what she looks like naked.Oh God, she'd be wet too, on account of the shower, the water soaking her hair, running down her chest, drenching her completely.

…She smiles at me through the fogged up glass of the shower, her eyes devious and lust filled.

"Get in, Baker Boy" she growls, her voice seductive, yet commanding at the same time, and I all too willingly get in beside her, the water burning into my skin, similar to the way her eyes are burning into mine.

"Katniss…"

Her eyes crease slightly, as she steps towards me, pushing me slowly against the tiled wall of the shower, the water splaying over the both of us as her skin touches mine for the first time.

"Give me a twirl, Sweetheart"

She coyly smiles at me, before stepping back and fully rotating. My eyes peel wide open, roaming all over her body, and she grins again, pressing against me under the water.

"Tell me now Peeta, have you ever imagined me like this? Seeing me like this? Or even touching me like this?" I can feel her smirk as she whispers in my ear, her hand ghosting down my arm and drawing it up slowly to her chest, placing it on her breast, then down her rib cage, gliding over her smooth, wet stomach and then to her thigh.

Her hand leaves mine and she starts exploring my skin with her fingertips. I shudder at each touch, my breathing growing more and more erratic as she touches me …there.

"Peeta, I know that you've been hiding this for the entire night, and I want to make you feel good…better than good even… Remember when I said that I wanted all of you? Good, bad and bits in between? This is something along those lines…"

Her hand wraps around me entirely and gently strokes me, her mouth in the crease of my neck, planting delicate kisses. She's right about making me feel unbelievable; I feel more than that right now. I feel as if life never existed prior to this moment. My eyes close and I let her take over me, as she increases speed and pressure on me, sucking my neck, then moving down to my collarbones until its nearly too much to bear.

"Peeta…You can touch me too, if you'd like" she whispers, as I bite down on her shoulder softly to remain focused.

Did she really just ask me to do that? My hand travels along her hip, until I find the heat that I'm searching for. She's warm…so much warmer than I had ever thought, as my fingers gently explore this new, foreign territory; feeling her squirm and press further into me. Her skins so wet and my finger slips inside her easily, as my experimenting continues.

"Peeta…Peeta…Harder " she howls, as I push further in, feeling myself shuddering as she keeps on building me up in her hand.

"Katniss…Jesus…I'm…I'm…"…

"Peeta?"

I whip around and snap back to reality, seeing Katniss at my bedroom door, soaking wet, wrapped up in a towel, her eyes wide as she sees me completely nude and trying to cover up the evidence of what I was doing. Oh fuck.

"Eh…"

I drop to the floor, hiding myself from her view, and frantically scramble in search of a pair of pants, feeling guilty and embarrassed at the thought of what she's had to witness.

"I just wanted to know if you have those shorts and shirt ready. I'll give you a minute, if you'd like?"

"No! I mean, no, come in, I'll get them for you right now"

"Thanks…and sorry for busting in on your…private time" she giggles.

"Don't be sorry…I just feel like a proper idiot right now…"

"Ah, c'mon, it was bound to happen. At least now I have an idea of how you do it" she chuckles, and I can't help but smile at her as she tries to make the best of an extraordinary awkward moment.

"Here" I fish out an old band tee shirt and a pair of swimming shorts that have remained in my closet since I was fifteen and fling them on the bed, close to where she stands, her hands still clutching the towel.

"Thanks Peeta!" she chirps, dropping the towel to the ground, where it falls somewhere along with my jaw. Jesus Christ, what have I done to deserve this?

She's beautiful, her bronzed skin illuminated and contrasted against the black bra that holds her boobs in perfectly; the silhouette of her waist and the curve of her hips, shaped by the matching black pants. And I'm hard again at the sight of her. Fucking hell, she'll never stop teasing me, conscious or not. Her eyes catch mine stealing a glance at her as she puts on the shirt.

"Guns 'N' Roses suits you is all"

"Really? I think that you were more appreciative of me without it on"

The breath catches in my throat and the hunger overtakes me; she's got that adorable, teasing smile playing on her lips, she knows the predicament I'm in and she's made the first move, wanting me to make my own. Play it cool, Mellark, she's testing you.

"I don't mind… whatever you're comfortable in, K"

"Okay Peeta"

And then it happens. She takes off the shirt and discards the shorts, before crawling into bed in nothing but her underwear. Oh fuck, you have to be kidding me; she'll feel me poking her in the back when I get in alongside her. I motion to the window again, breathing deeply at the situation that I'm faced with, before closing it, pulling down the blind and drawing the curtains, creating total darkness in the room. There is a heightened tension though; like electricity in the air between us as I slide in beside her, unsure of how to position myself. Do I hold her, or let her sleep alone? I'll leave it up for her to decide. I'm still trying to stop the fireworks that are threatening to explode in my pants…

Katniss:

Poor Baker Boy, getting caught with his pants down around his ankles as I walked in the door…he must be mortified still, clambering into bed alongside me in the pitch black darkness. I miss his arms, his smell, his warmth on me, holding me, keeping me together; making sure that I don't fall apart at any minute. He shouldn't feel guilty; it's his room after all. I'm restless in the sheets; my head perched on a pillow, knowing that he feels bad for what's just happened. Peeta deserves more than just that, and for once in my life I want to express the feelings that I have for him to the fullest. I just hope he's in the mood for my hormonal tendencies is all; as I twist and turn in the sheets, so that I'm facing him. Its pitch black, but I can hear his breathing, and assume that he's still awake, mulling the incident over and over again in his mind.

I feel for his hand in the darkness, and his fingers interlock in mine, his thumb rubbing my knuckle. Turning again, I find his face, as our noses knock against each other.

"Sorry"

"Sorry to you too" he laughs.

"So much for being randy"

"Randy? Us? Not at all…"I can feel him smirking in the blackness.

His lips press against my temple, then to my cheek as I zone in on his lips and kiss him hard on the mouth, savouring him and letting him know that I'm not upset or anything about the incident. He's so warm against me, his chest broad and strong, and his arms are similar too. The kiss is familiar territory to the both of us, yet the setting and certainly the mood are completely foreign; but I'm not scared or looking for an escape route as per usual. I want this time with him, I want to love him properly, the way that I've always wanted to, the way he's always wanted to show me, but I'd refused on countless occasions. His tongue dances with mine, and then darts to my ear, licking the spot behind my ear before travelling down to my neck and sucking the skin there. His hand breaks hold with mine, yet his arms encircle me, closing the space between us, as he rolls us over so that he hovers above me, his weight on his elbows as I lie on my back, feeling his erection swelling against my lower half, relishing how I'm making him do this, I'm having this effect upon him. The kiss breaks and I realise just how much I want Peeta, how much I want all of him, how desperately I want to show that I love him, how much I need him.

"Peeta…Peeta kiss me more" my breath catching in my throat as I speak.

"Where Katniss? Tell me where you want me"

My head rolls back into the pillow as his lips hunt the skin of my neck slowly.

"Here?" The indent under my jawline.

"Here?" The skin over my throat, his nose following his mouth as it sucks at my flesh.

"Here?" My protruding collarbone popping into his mouth, his tongue gliding over it, teasing me.

"Here?" The tunnel between my breasts, his teeth gliding over my sternum, as his hands work behind my back, undoing my bra and whipping it off in a matter of seconds.

"How are you so quick at that?" I ask, as he continues exploring my canvas of flesh with his hands and mouth.

"I don't know…maybe it's what I'm good at…being able to get things done" he smirks, his eyes dark and lusty and dangerously beautiful at the same time.

"Really? Being able to get things done you say? I don't believe that for one second" I grin, teasing him.

"Is that a challenge, Miss Everdeen? You know I'm only too willing to oblige and prove you wrong"

"And how would you plan on doing that, Mr Mellark?" I whisper against his ear, gnawing the rim gently.

"Suppose I'll just have to show you that I'm up for the job" he smirks at me, before returning to my body with a new vigour to prove me wrong.

"Here?" The smooth skin of my breast, my nipple popping into his mouth, as his tongue swirls around it, his teeth gnawing it gently.

My hands clutch his hair and he knows that he's found the right spot as I moan softly, causing him to suck harder at my chest, leaving a mark on me for a change, before moving onto the other one.

"Oooohhh…"

Peeta chuckles darkly, his teeth sliding at my flesh.

"Admit that you're wrong?"

"I think I need more evidence than this" I pant in between the sensations of what he's doing to me.

He grins wickedly and his legs interweave with mine, and we've become one tangled muddle again as he moves against my underwear, teasing the fuck out of me. In response my mouth clamps down on his neck, rolling us so that I'm on top. His hands replace where his mouth was, twisting my nipples in alternate directions. The heat that radiates off him is extraordinary, almost like lying on top of a fire; a pleasurable tingling experience that filters through my pores and courses through my veins. My arms are clawing his back, the nails breaking the skin, drawing blood as I bury my mouth into the crook of his neck, sinking my teeth into the soft tissue there.

A louder moan comes from his mouth this time, and he bolts upright against me my hair in front of my face as he searches for my mouth, frantically. I end up straddling him, trying to focus on the kiss, and how his skin feels under my fingers rather than working on a rhythm. Peeta's go that job sorted, with one hand matted in my hair and the other on my hip; he grinds his erection against my underwear, rocking us to and fro, making me increasingly aroused, my nails digging into his back when he hits a particular spot.

"Jesus…Katni…I… can't hold…longer…"

"S'okay…just…go with…it" I say in between pants, his mouth making contact with my neck, his kisses growing rougher and rougher.

I take over from him on the grinding motion, suddenly feeling the urge to have him against me; in me even.

"Admit…you're …wrong?" he pants, his face between my breasts again.

"Nope…still have…to…prove…" I reply, my breathing as laboured as his.

Peeta flings me down onto the bed again; both of us slick with sweat from our frolicking, before hovering above me, his arms on either side of my head, his lips kissing my face, my ears and my neck.

"Say when I've proven you wrong Sweetheart" he whispers, confusing me for a minute, before I feel his mouth drift further beneath the covers, kissing the underside of my breasts, my ribs, my abdomen and lower…