A/N- Yay, finally, I decided to update this story! Sorry I left you guys hanging there for a while. I just wasn't sure how to continue. But hey, I guess that means I better get started on it, right? Hehe…time for the honeymoon! I'm changing the rating to M…enjoy

Chapter 4: Perfect

Katniss

"Peeta, will you help me unzip my dress?" I asked him as we rode on the train in our private compartment.

"Of course, sweetheart," he said after he had ridden himself of his jacket and tie. He approached me for behind and pulled down the zipper on the back of my dress. I thanked him and then went to the bathroom to put on a revealing nightgown that Johanna had given me at my bachelorette party. I didn't want to ruin the surprise.

A few minutes later, I came back out into our bedroom wearing the lingerie. Peeta was sitting there on our bed, holding a bottle of champagne and serving it in a glass. He looked up at me and nearly dropped them as his jaw fell in awe. He was only wearing his boxers. I grinned.

"How do I look?" I asked innocently.

"You-you look amazing!" he stuttered in surprise. "I mean, you always do, but…well, this is…I can't wait for this, Katniss." He looked genuinely excited.

I blushed, and then approached him as I sat beside him on the bed and took the glass from his hand. I took a sip as he served another one for himself. "You know, you don't have to seduce me, I'm already losing it for you," he teased.

I laughed. "Relax, Peeta. I'm not trying to seduce you. It comes naturally, believe me," I joked.

He chuckled. "Do you like the champagne? I figured it would help us get in the mood, you know?" he added nervously.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit nervous too. I've never done this before. Have you?" I asked curiously.

He shook his head. "No, but I've heard a lot about it from my older brothers, they liked to boast about their romantic adventures and tended to get too much into detail." He explained, and then shuddered.

"Well, they said all sorts of filthy things at the Seam and at school, so I never put much interest in it. I never even thought that I would get married, much less fall in love. Besides, if I hadn't known how to hunt, I would have ended up selling my body to the Peacekeepers like those other girls at the Seam did." I confessed, and then shuddered at that thought, too.

Peeta's eyes widened in shock at the brutal honesty of my words, but soon regained his composure and set his mouth on a firm line. "Now you listen to me, Katniss Mellark- and yes I said Mellark- you may not have known this, or realized it, but the moment that I lay eyes on you I promised myself that you would be mine someday. And as I got older, I told myself that even if I could only love you from afar, I couldn't let anything like that happen to you, do you understand? That would have never happened. I would have figured out a way to keep you safe. Even if I would have had to risk my life for you," he said, determined.

"Well, I'm yours now, Peeta," I whispered in response.

Peeta calmed down, and his muscles relaxed. "Yes, I know. I didn't think this moment would happen either for the longest time, but I tried to keep up hope, even though no one believed we would end up getting married. But they were wrong, because here we are," he murmured as his intense blue gaze bore into me with desire.

"You waited for me all of this time," I suddenly realized. He nodded. The revelation caught at my throat. Peeta had had more faith in us than I could have ever imagined. He made our love seem pure and chaste, untouched by war and hate. And perhaps it was.

"Show me how to love like this, Peeta," I asked him. "I don't know how to do this," I pleaded helplessly.

He then inched closer to me and cupped my face with his hand. "Oh, Katniss…"he began as we put our glasses of champagne aside and wrapped our arms around each other. "You love more intensely than anyone else I have ever known. And that includes myself," he said gently. I began to protest, but, he interrupted me before I could utter anything out. "No, listen to me. Everything you did-everything you have ever done up to this point- has been for love. The Hunger Games, the rebellion, even Coin's assassination- you did all of this because you loved Prim, and because you have an immense amount of compassion for humanity. You thought that it was all for survival, but that was your second priority. Your first has always been love; love for your family, for life, for humanity and compassion for others, and now even for me. I may have been the one that said that I wanted to keep my humanity from the very beginning, and I may have been the one that first declared that I was in love. But I lost both of those things for some time, and I failed. You were the one that kept all of it despite everything. You do know how to love, you just don't realize how much. And now you have even decided to move on, and live, and love, with me," he finished softly yet ardently.

I gulped. I didn't even know what to say to that. I had never been good with words, but perhaps this was because I had never been good at knowing how I felt either. Tears threatened to escape from my eyes after hearing his beautiful words, but now I knew. I didn't want to cry right now, because he was right. I did know how to love, and right now, I loved him with all of my heart. "Make love to me, Peeta," I whispered. "Make me yours once and for all. I'll show you just how much I can love." Where had that come from?

"You don't need to prove to me what I already know, love. You are my beloved wife now. My Katniss, my sweetheart." He smiled. "But I will do as you wish, because I want this too. You don't know how long I've wanted this, but it was definitely worth the wait," he said.

And with that, he lay me down on the bed, and before I knew it, the lights were off, and the only one available was the moonlight coming in through the window, which Peeta liked to keep open. It was a warm summer night, and all I could hear were the wheels of the train speeding through the tracks and our own soft breaths.

Peeta

It was the perfect night, and I began it with a passionate kiss to her tender lips. I lay on top of her with my arms on either side of her, so as to lean my weight on the bed instead of on her. My tongue found hers and teased it as her hands explored my chest. I then allowed one of my hands to roam her body, and I soon found myself getting lost in her as my palm went up her thigh and pushed up her nightgown. She jerked and moaned softly, and I relished the sound escaping from her lips. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I could tell. I then decided to pull her nightgown all the way up over her head, and as soon as I did this I came to discover her beautiful bare breasts. I tossed the cloth aside and my mouth instantly came in contact with them as my hands explored them.

"Oh, Peeta," she groaned as I nipped the pointed valleys of her chest, thoroughly kissing and teasing every single part of it, like an enthusiastic explorer discovering a new, picturesque land filled with wonderful and endless delights. I just couldn't get enough of her. It was a scenic view, and they were so soft and exquisite, and yet I thought of this as her nipples hardened out of sheer desire for me.

"Oh, please, don't stop!" she exclaimed as my lips begin to descend to other parts of her body. She smelled wonderful, like spring flowers and meadows; she was a breath of fresh air. I then remembered that I had brought fruit for us, and I stopped what I was doing briefly so that I could grab a strawberry from a bowl of fresh fruit waiting on the bedside table.

"What are you doing?" she suddenly managed to ask.

I winked at her as I took a slow, purposeful bite out of it and then ran the fruit through her bare skin, so that I could lick its juice from it. I then began a new quest as I searched her body for scars, and made sure to love those parts even more. I would caress them gently with my rough fingers, and then I would memorize how they felt and where they were, so that I could come back to them later. I would find a rough patch on her shoulder, and I would cover it with the strawberry's juice as I sucked and kissed every inch of her healing skin. In response, she would moan and sigh as I tried hard to memorize every part of her body. I would have the chance to love it so many more times, and it was a territory that I needed to become familiar with. I soon had a trail in mind, one that led from one lovely scar to another, and stopped at magnificent places in her body.

She did the same for me. She had noted how I had found every single one of her scars, and came to love them all. So then she would run her fingers through my hair, and lead them down to the scars on my shoulders, chest, abdomen, and legs. When she came to my prosthetic leg, she asked me if she could touch it, and I vaguely nodded, not knowing what she was up to. She then placed it closer to our skin, so that the coolness of it relieved us of our ever-mounting heat, and kissed every scar, running her own strawberry through my hot flesh, and licking it off exquisitely. I then asked her if I could touch her, and that's when she gasped in panic.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. You trust me, real or not real?" I asked her.

"Real," she said softly.

Katniss

His touch was electrifying; I felt like I was on fire. I was the girl on fire, and he was the boy with the bread, kneading me with his hands. I was coming undone.

"Spread your feet a little more, Katniss," he told me. His voice was so ragged.

My legs trembled, but I did as I was told. We felt the train jump a little, and it reminded me of where we were, and of the fact that I had been the one to request this. He was only making sure that we went through it. Just then, I felt his finger slide inside me, then two, and I gasped as his azure eyes darkened with lust. And then, I felt his fingers move, and the pit of my stomach began to burn. I cried out, but tried to keep my gaze steady with his. They were so blue, those sapphire gems that were his eyes. So dark and cool, yet clear like water. It was as if they were trying to quench the fire that was building in our cavernous depths. He was discovering places I never knew I had.

"Do you like this?" he asked hoarsely. I could already see sweat dripping down his from his hair; and I could feel mine start to trail down my forehead. The heat that was rising in between us was becoming more and more intense by the second.

"Yes," I croaked out. "Can I touch you next?" I inquired from somewhere deep within my euphoria. If he kept touching me this way, I would soon lose what was left of my sanity, and, unfortunately, there hadn't been much to begin with.

To my surprise, I heard a low rumble of a chuckle elicit from his throat. "Not yet, sweetheart," he murmured. And then his fingers released me, and, just as I was about to protest, his lips were kissing me where his hands had been. I had an intake of breath, and then, as I felt his tongue dart in, I yelped in surprise as my hips buckled involuntarily.

"Oh, Peeta," I moaned for what must be the umpteenth time that night. I held on to his curls for dear life as I felt his tongue stroke my clit, and I could no longer see anything; everything was dark, and all I could remember were his mischievous cobalt eyes looking up at me to witness my reaction.

Peeta

"My turn," she finally managed to say as she led me away from her hips and into her lips. I held a grape in between my teeth as we began to kiss, her mouth possessing the other half of the fruit. It was then that I felt her stroke me, her hand grasping me so confidently, that it made me wonder how she had acquired this skill. An animalistic growl escaped from my throat, so low and primitive that it took me a second to realize that it had come from me. She had no idea what she was doing to me; she was releasing a side of me that I usually kept in chains. It was then that I noticed that she had been simply experimenting with me as she tried to become familiar with my erection. This meant that she was probably just naturally good at this, and that I was more than ready to enter her.

"Katniss…" I groaned desperately. I needed her now. Before it was too late and I made a fool of myself, that is.

"You're so hard and silky, Peeta," she whispered as her fingertip met the tip of my length. I nearly convulsed.

"And you're warm and wet and ready for me," I replied as I touched her to make sure that it was true. It was. She sighed, and, as she let go of me, I held her arms over her head and seized her hands in mine as I slowly entered her uncharted waters.

I soon felt things breaking and tearing, and I winced as I checked her face, wondering if she was in pain. To my surprise and relief, she showed no signs of distress, but even then, it was hard to tell. I tried to be gentle, so I stopped moving until she told me that it was fine. "Let go of my hands, Peeta," she told me.

So I did. Soon, those hands were clutching my chest, stroking my nipples, and scratching my back as we moved in sync. Her hips were perfectly aligned with mine, and I moved confidently inside her, making each thrust even more intense than the last as I held her legs over my shoulders. We panted breathlessly and kissed fervently, not wanting this perfect moment to end. I had been waiting for this moment all of my life, and I wanted to be lost in this merciless sea of ecstasy forever.

Katniss

I had never felt so alive. He was mine, and I was his, and the train jumped and swayed as he rode on top of me. He hadn't been kidding when he had said that it would be a jumpy ride. I stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked breathlessly, his eyebrow quirked in suspicion.

"Oh, nothing," I assured him as I gave him another kiss. We were starting to reach our breaking point, and the place where we were united was about to burst into flames. He gave me one last, deep, thrust, and I cried out his name as he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, exhausted, as I kissed his ear and trailed my lips down to his neck, then his shoulder, then finally, back up on to the top of his head. He then took my hands and suckled my fingertips, and then did the same to my breasts. Eventually, we fell asleep, our bodies tangled in each other.

The next morning we had arrived to our destination. We got ready, put on our clothes, and left the train after having a rather eventful breakfast in our room and picking up our luggage. As soon as we were outside, I noticed it. The ocean, the sand, and the palms swaying in the breeze could only mean one thing…we were in district four.

To be continued….

A/N- Okay, so I know I said this chapter would take place in district four, but their first time took longer than I expected…it's not my fault they took their sweet time! Is it just me or do Katniss and Peeta have the most intense love scenes in nearly every story I run into? Call me a hopeless romantic (or a crazy pervert), but they're pretty good at this. Just saying…anyways, there will be more to come in district four, so stick around and please review! Thanks!