Peeta-

Its Saturday, trading day! She's coming early today. I've already planned a little surprise for her. One she won't be able to deny. Everyone in town knows that her mom lost her mind after the mine accident, and she's taken over helping with Prim. She takes care of her, that's all that matters to Katniss.

Its early, really early. Even my dad isn't up yet to start the fires in the ovens.

She looked so beautiful when I was able to walk with her for a bit after school. Her hair blowing and the way her shirt formed to her chest in the gentle breeze. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard beneath her shirt. I wonder what she wears under her clothes, I can't imagine that they have money to spare on panties and fancy undergarments.

Ugh, I should have gotten up before I starting thinking about her again.

Picturing my hands squeezing her breasts while I kiss her neck. I slide my hand down below my sheets, pushing my shorts down to my knees. I'm already hard. This happens every time I think of her. Grabbing my dick, while imagining how it would feel to lay her down on my bed, spreading her knees for me and pressing all the way into her while she gasps. Her breasts bouncing and she's inching back on the bed every time I slam into her dripping pussy. I can almost hear her screaming my name as I bury myself in her. Two more quick strokes and I have to bite my hand to keep myself from groaning out loud while I come on my stomach.

I use the towel that I keep beside my bed to clean up the sticky mess and go take a shower before heading down to start on Prim's birthday surprise.

Once I am clean and refreshed, my dad is up starting the fires.

"Well, well, well. You sure are getting started early this morning. What's this about?" My dad says in almost a chuckle.

"Oh, uh, I couldn't sleep and thought I would come down and help out with morning prep."

"Ah, thank you for that…I'm sure you want to get a head start on those cookies you're making for Katniss."

I try to ignore the comment but the reddening in my face was my give away. "Dad, shhh! Mom is here! You know she hates anyone from the Seam, especially the Everdeen girls". My dad has watched me watch Katniss every Saturday for years. I know he approves of her, even when my mother doesn't. "Besides, I didn't make them for her, I made them for Prim's birthday."

He laughs, "Okay son, if you say so. You do know to give her those, you are going to have to actually talk to her this week? And don't worry, your mom left last night to stay with Aunt Maurine for the weekend. She will be back Sunday night."

Sometimes my mom stays with my Aunt on the other side of town, other weekends she leaves early in the day to go drink at her cousin's house. They run another store down the street and she always says she's going for a 'visit' but comes home smelling like white liquor and cigars. Truthfully, I think she would go just about anywhere just to get away from us.

I've already mixed and rolled out the dough for Prim's cookies when my brothers finally make their way down the stairs to the kitchen. They work in the bakery in the evenings during the week. Sometimes my dad lets them leave early on Saturday nights to meet up with whatever girls they are dating for that week.

Dan has had the same girlfriend for a while and we imagine that he will ask to marry her any time now. Rye always has a different girl; he says that if you stick with one for too long they get boring.

Sometimes he will sneak them up to our room after our parents are asleep. He either thinks I'm asleep too or doesn't care while he fucks them. He is always trying to give me sex tips and ask me who I'm looking to get with in my class at school. I'm sure he knows I've done it a couple of times, but still thinks I need guidance obviously. Which I do.

I'm just ready for Dan to marry Bella so Rye can move into the other bedroom.

I get the cookies baked and am letting them cool as the sun starts to rise. I take a minute to enjoy the vibrant shades that look like they are water colored into the morning sky, making a mental note to draw this out in one of my sketch pads upstairs. Most of my drawings are of everyday items: my family, the bakery, the town square, even the school building. But my special one is filled with sketches and pictures of her. One from the first day of school when she wore a plaid dress and double braids, her looking in the window of the bakery with Prim and, as of last night, how she looked when she turned back to glance at me when we parted ways at the road.

The cookies are ready, I put a simple white glaze over the top and let them harden. Then I pipe and gently paint beautiful flowers on each one with purples, pinks and yellows. I even write Prim's name in delicate cursive writing on one, just for her. I consider putting Katniss' name on one, but I think she would be embarrassed when Prim opened them.

Being careful to make sure they are dry and will stay perfect in the wrapping. I gently put them in wax paper and then parchment. I find the prettiest twine that we have, its normally reserved for the mayor or when Effie Trinket comes to town for the reaping. It's perfect for today. There is nothing more special than her.

I continue on with my daily tasks: mixing and kneading bread, setting them out to rise near the warm ovens. I make cookies of every kind, pastries and pies. But the cakes, are my absolute favorite. It's like an edible canvass. I enjoy painting scenes that I have only seen in books at school, like the ocean in District 4. Mother doesn't like that; she says people don't care about places that they cannot go. So, usually I stick to pretty wildflowers and lace designs that drape over the tiers.

The bell rings in the front of the store, my dad goes up front and I hear him chatting happily about a special cake order for next week.

Knowing that we are out of my father's earshot; Rye pokes, prods at me and asking about me about the parchment package and cookies. He, like my dad, has caught me staring at Katniss. He's claimed that I've even spoken of her in my sleep. I am not sure of the latter, but I know he has interrupted me while relieving myself of the arousal that she causes me.

"You know mother would bash your skull if she knew you made cookies for that Seam girl. She would never approve of her. Wait! Is she the one I always hear you moaning and groaning about during the night? Hmmmm?" By now, Dan has joined in on the banter too.

I hear a small cough behind me and see her standing there. She's absolutely glowing. Her hair in her normal side braid, pieces falling out around her face. She's wearing an old, faded leather jacket that seems too big for her. It's probably the only jacket that she has. Her game bag by her side, held on by a strap that goes over her head and separates her chest. She's small, but perfect for her frame. Radiant.

All I want to do is scoop her up and keep her in my arms. I can't help but smile.

I rush to her; she returns my smile. She's smiling at ME! I am truly shocked; my breath catches in my throat.

I can barely concentrate on what she's telling me…something about rabbits and my dad. I offer to let him know that she's here. I tell my father that she's at the door, about the rabbits while he is finishing writing up the order. I expect him to follow behind me, instead he smirks and tells me that he will be there in just a minute.

I cock my head a bit and he winks. Ah, he's giving me a chance. This is my chance.

I hurry back to her and the thought of her being in my home, being so close to her; I can feel my pulse start to quicken, I can hear the throbbing in my ears.

My chest is pounding, I look over her face and she's concentrated on my shoulders. Watching her eyes move across my body makes me feel self-conscious and aroused at what she might be thinking. I can't help but thinking about wrapping my arms around her tiny, petite waist. My large hands would cover so much of her back. Is her skin as soft and supple as it looks?

My face flushes and I know she must know what I'm thinking about her. Thank goodness I'm wearing this apron, I can feel the stiffness in my groin and hope that it won't show. I run my hand across my face and through my hair, it's a nervous tic. I almost wince when I touch my black eye, it's turned a nice shade of purple this morning.

Then, I hear the most delicious sound. Her laugh. It's a small giggle, it's ringing through my mind and makes my heart jump. Not having time to savor that sound, I feel her hand on my cheek. She's touching me. Her hand is soft, but I can feel where her bow sits in her hand. My face is so warm; she must feel it too. I instinctively put my hand over hers. This is the closest that we have ever been, the only time I have ever touched her olive skin.

Her moist lips twitch. What is she thinking? What would it be like to kiss her? Would I slowly press my lips down to hers? Putting my fingers into her hair, caressing her back and holding her face. Or would I press my stiffness against her side as I firmly kiss her mouth; running one hand up the back of her shirt and the other gripping a handful of her hair as I tilt her head up to mine?

I don't get to decide which one would be more gratifying, she yanks her hand away from mine. Damn it. This was by far, the best moment of my life.

Thankfully my dad comes in and talks to her about rabbit stew, the birthday party and her father. I hear my dad's breath catch. Did he know him? Was he just surprised that she mentioned her dead father?

I hear her say she likes cheese buns. They are her favorite. Something I made is her favorite. Mental note: always make cheese buns on Saturday mornings. My dad turns to get the items they agreed upon. Then it's just she and I again, alone in the pantry.

She's stepped back, so we aren't as close as we were. I can't help but taking in every inch of her with my eyes. She is awkwardly looking everywhere in the room except for me. She's nervous. Am I making her nervous? An involuntary smile comes to my lips.

I open my mouth to tell her about the cookies, my mouth is bone dry. I swallow and start again, but my dad is back with her supplies. She thanks him and almost bursts through the door.

Father looks down and asked if she liked the cookies, if I had spoken with her? Oh, shit. I forgot the cookies. But, there is an interesting sparkle in his eye. I am my father's son, a true romantic. He must see the disappointment in mine, he looks back and sees the parchment package. "Hurry!"

I grab the package and head for the door, I don't even bother to clean my hands or take off my apron covered in flour and cinnamon.

She's only made it 10 or so yards from the house. Her leather coat doesn't completely cover the tightness of her pants around her bottom. It's even more noticeable as she's climbing up a small hill, obviously taking a path to the Seam other than the road. I've never been this way.

"Katniss, wait!" I'm running after her with the cookies... what should I say? Running my hand through my hair again. The breeze outside cools my face, it's so warm in the bakery with all of the ovens on.

"Wait, I have something extra for you. Its – uh – cookies for Prim's birthday. I, um, made them. I would walk you home, but I normally work all day on Saturdays. My mom is always gone on the days that me and my brothers are there." Is she going to accept them? Would she ever let me walk with her? Geez, I'm rambling.

Thinking of my mom, I hope she isn't out in town. I don't want her to ruin this or to let Katniss hear how she speaks to me. I couldn't take that.

"I can't take the cookies" she said it so coolly, "I don't have anything else to trade for them, I have nothing to give you."

I knew she would say that; I give a soft chuckle. "well, I didn't make them for you. They are for Prim, please tell her happy birthday from me. You don't need to give me anything for them, they are a gift. I painted flowers on them for her."

She looks somewhat sad; my heart breaks a little. I want to hold her.

"I'm sorry, I already owe you and I can't take anything that I didn't work for. But thank you for the thought, that was really kind."

Owe me? Surely she isn't talking about the bread, that was years ago. I should have done so much more for her. She was so small and broken then, starving. She's turned into an attractive, sultry – even if it's just to me – but, she's probably still starving.

"You don't owe me anything for them, really. But, if it would make you feel better about it – how about you help me fix up the storage shed next Saturday after you come into town? It shouldn't take too long, but it would be nice to have you there with me." Dad has asked for a couple of weeks to get that done, this is the perfect chance. My real first chance to spend time with her. "Uh, Wh-what do you owe me for?" I have to know what she means.

"Um, its nothing. Yes, I will be here to help you next week. Prim will really love the cookies." I take in a slight gasp, hoping she doesn't notice. Yes! She said yes!

I reach out to hand her the package of cookies, they smell so good. Her hand grasps right beside mine. Her knuckles brush against mine when she takes it. Instinctively, I run my thumb over her small, delicate fingers. Her eyes meet mine for half of a second and I see her chest turning pink and I'm sure mine is the same. She almost looks excited; I see a flicker in her eyes.

I wish I could freeze this moment and return to it every time I have a bad day, anytime my mother speaks down to me, every time that I close my eyes. She looks breathtaking and my hand is now covering hers. I faintly hear my name from the bakery. This perfect interaction is over; I break contact with her, I tell her I will see her at school and give a nervous smile as I head back to the bakery door.

I now have a new favorite moment of my life.