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Later that night at dinner she tried to lightly bring it up.

"You know, we don't have to eat together every night. If you, you know wanted to eat somewhere else that would be fine." She couldn't look him in the eyes.

"What?" he asked startled. "Why would I eat somewhere else?" Then it hit him—she wanted him to leave her alone for dinner? Who would she eat with?

She tried to make him understand she didn't need him. "I can eat with Haymitch if you want to eat in town or go somewhere else at night."

He was hurt—he wanted to eat with her every night. Why would he want to eat in town? He barely knew anyone in town.

"Don't play around with me. Why are you pushing me to eat dinner somewhere else?" There was a long pause. "Katniss?"

In a small voice she said, "If you want to, you know, takeagirloutonadate," she rushed, "You don't have to worry about me."

Peeta was dumbfounded. He loved her—why couldn't she accept that. He didn't want to go on a date with someone else. He wanted to be with Katniss—even if it meant just as friends.

"I don't want to go on a date," he said angrily. "I want to be right here with you."

"What about the blonde girl?" Katniss accused. "You make a cute couple," she tried to say as offhandedly as possible but it just came out sounding like she was hurt.

"What blonde girl?" he looked confused. "I have no idea who you are talking about. I don't love anyone but you."

"I saw you with her today in town."

Peeta looked at her closely. "Were you spying on me?"

She looked away. Trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, "Her brother works with me on the rebuilding project. He went out for too many drinks last night and was miserable this morning with a hangover so she came to tell me he was going to skip the day."

"You were laughing."

"I know. She was telling me how she woke him up with a bell in his ear and how it served him right." Why couldn't Katniss accept that he loved her, and wanted only her? Had ever only wanted her. Didn't want some blonde girl in town.

Katniss just looked down at her plate. Had she been wrong? He was just being friendly Peeta? She still couldn't believe he would choose her when he could have so much more.

"Katniss. I couldn't love anyone else. I've loved you since I can remember. I only want you. Trust me, I've tired to want someone else," he added bitterly. "All I can ever think about is you. What do I have to do to prove it?" He was frustrated and hurt and wanted her to believe him. He had no idea how her image of herself could be so twisted. He had tried to be patient and kind. She was just sitting there, trying to process what he was telling her. Finally, something inside of him snapped. He suddenly stood up and yanked her out of her seat. She didn't even have time to react or duck away. Her eyes were wide and confused. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her, really kissed her. These weren't the kisses he had given her for the camera, these weren't the kisses from the beach, or the ones they shared before bed. This was an all-encompassing kiss that he poured his soul into. He pushed his body fully against hers and ground his hips against hers. He wanted her to feel him, feel the reaction he always involuntarily had to her.

Katniss at first tried to push him away but she was no match for his strength or his harsh kiss. As she stopped protesting she realized she liked this rough kiss. It was making her feel alive, and desirable. Peeta was slightly out of control and that made her feel powerful and desirable but terrified her at the same time. She knew he would never hurt her but she felt out of her depth. She could feel his tongue mimicking the same motions his hips were as they pressed tightly against hers. By the time Peeta pulled slightly away they were both panting, and he rested his forehead against hers.

"Katniss," he breathed out. "You are the one I want, the one I love more than anything. You do this to me," and he grabbed her hand and put it on the prominent bulge in his pants. "Do you feel how hard I am? FOR YOU!" he panted. She could feel herself blushing a deep red as he placed her hand on his hardness. She didn't have much experience with naked men, but Peeta felt huge. She was again struck by how curious she was about this piece of him. Maybe she should have sneaked a peek during the first games.

"Let me know show you Katniss," Peeta said in a low whisper. "Let me make you feel good and show you how beautiful you are," he murmured in her ear. "Please let me."

He looked into her eyes and saw her hesitation but also lust. Lust for him.

His mind made up, he kissed her again as he lifted her into his arms. He was struck again at how tiny she was. He walked them up the stairs still carrying and kissing her. When he got to the bedroom he set her down in the middle of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. He leaned back down and peppered her face with kisses. He started to slow down and moved to her neck. He wanted to worship her. Wanted her to know how much he adored her, how much she meant to him. He nibbled and licked along her neck and collarbone. Small moans and gasps escaped her and he took that as a good sign. He moved down to her waist and lifted her shirt up just a tiny bit and placed open mouth kisses on her warm stomach. She tensed up at first but he slowly kissed her into relaxing. He licked the soft skin of her stomach and then softly blew on it making her sigh. He raised her shirt up more and gave the same treatment to her ribs. He could see the areas where she had burn scars and paid them extra attention. She was so beautiful and soft. He made a move to raise her shirt higher, over her breasts. He looked into her eyes silently asking for permission. She gave the slightest nod of her head and he slowly pulled off her shirt, unveiling her to him.

He starred at her in open adoration. This was the most he had ever seen of her and she was so beautiful it hurt. He loved her so much.

She was thin, but her hips flared out perfectly. Her breasts were covered in a deep blue satin bra that he assumed Cinna had produced for her at some point. Her breasts weren't large but they were certainly proportionate to her frame and swelled out over the cups of her bra. The contrast of the navy blue and her delicate, pale skin set him on fire. He wondered what her nipples looked like. How could she think she was ugly?

While he was looking at her she became even more nervous and tried to cover herself with her arms. He was disappointed, she knew it. Her skin was like a patched up rag-doll, her breasts pathetically small.

He looked deep into her grey eyes. "Never cover yourself up in front of me. I want to see you. You are so beautiful." He looked so sincere and his eyes were so reverent that she wanted to believe him.

"You are crazy," she whispered.

"Let me touch you. Please," he almost begged.

He slowly removed her arms from trying to cover her up. He knew he had to take it slow. He hovered over her and began to kiss and nibble at her neck again. He slowly moved down to her collarbone and to the top of her chest. His kisses were soft and sensuous and were driving her wild. His hands caressed her waist while he kissed her.

She had never felt so…turned on? Yes, she was aroused, and her body felt like it was on fire. Not the fire that had ravaged her skin. A different type of fire, like the hunger she had felt on the beach but a thousand times stronger. Peeta was slowly working his way down her body, but for the most part was avoiding her breasts that were becoming more and more achy. She didn't know what she wanted him to do but knew she wanted more.

He was trying to take his time and make her feel as special as he knew her to be. He didn't want to push her though and settled for just touching and kissing her torso, steering clear of her breasts. Even though he wanted to release them from that damn bra and suck on her nipples. Patience he reminded himself. He wanted her to be so aroused she would beg him for more.

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