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Wow sorry for the late update, I just really need to stop procrastinating everything and get my life together lol.

No but seriously

Hope you enjoy :)

'You wanted my attention

But denied my affection'

-Mumford and sons

"Why did you agree with me?" Peeta still hadn't looked up, but the clenching in his jaw showed that he was bracing himself for my answer.

"I thought you were right, we are mentors are we not?" I tried turning the question back at him hoping that he would see reason in what I was saying. He nodded his head yes but did not open his mouth to respond. "Peeta…" I said but before I could finish my sentence he had descended on me again. Once again pressing me between his body and the house, just a little tighter this time. The force of his movement though had knocked the breath right out of my lungs, and now against the wall with an emotionless Peeta staring back at me as I tried to catch her breath, to finish my sentence. "Peeta…" I whispered this time my breath tickling his neck but once again he had me locked. He brought his mouth down to mine. His soft, smooth lips brushing against my own in an almost light kiss. But that's not what I wanted, and I could tell that wasn't what he wanted either. He wanted to claim my lips as his and only his. Mark his territory for those who would try to get into his way.

As he pressed me harder into the wall, our lips battled against each other. Brawling for dominance. I could feel myself being over powered. Peeta was always more talented with his mouth then me. And at this moment I felt the hunger. Starting in the middle of my stomach and going outwards, radiating along my whole being buzzing with excitement at his touch. As his lips moved from mine to my jaw I couldn't help but think. Where did he learn this. I doubt I was the first person to be in this position. But something about the way he was moving told me I was the only one who mattered. Pulling his hair I brought his lips back up to mine for another kiss. One just as hungry as the last. Before I even had time to brace myself, Peeta was drawing away from me. His eyes still closed and his lips parted, although now they were chapped and swollen. I tried to pull him back to me but just as we almost collided he turned his face slightly so his lips were inline with my ear and with a husky voice he mentioned "We should probably go inside before I lose all self control."

Of course, me being the defensive one. I decided not to move. I stayed rooted to my place against the wall with my hands in Peeta's hair. And taunted him "What are you scared of?" This question got a beastial response from him. He slammed his body against mine again pushing me further against the wall "You princess, are the least of my worries." And with that he disentangled himself from me and turned around heading towards my house without a glance behind his shoulder.

Staring at his retreating figure I couldn't help but feel as though he had just played me. Gotten what he wanted out of me and then abandoning me just like that. Much like I had done to him. He was playing the game, and right now he was at quite an advantage. He was testing me, testing my self control. Seeing if what I had said were lies. Doing it all without me even realizing it. I didn't give myself much time to dwell any further though because the snow had started to fall, and now without Peeta's body heat I felt cold and exposed. I ran into my house and up my stairs only to find Peeta wasn't there. Walking towards the bathroom down the hall I wasn't surprised to find he was in there. As I returned to my room I sat on my bed and awaited Peeta's return.

After maybe 15 minutes he returned, his hair dripping onto his white undershirt. His sleeping pants lay low on his hips. Anyone who would have seen him now would of found him ruggedly handsome including myself, but I would never admit it.

"See you've finally made it inside," he smirked at me.

"This is my house." I countered

"Yes of course, how could I have forgotten. It's not as though we are engaged or anything." Once again he smirked at me. I stood speechless. I had complete forgotten about that idea. That idea was all mine and I had forgotten about it. What has gotten into me?

"Oh I'm sorry darling would you like for me to make you dinner and give you a foot rub?"

"Now that's a good wife." Peeta laughed. "But I highly doubt you'd ever do that."

"You're right."

"Katniss, I'm always right."

Ok so this chapter took a twist but who doesn't love a little fire?

Am I right ;)