So you guys were looking forward to an actual Peeta and Katniss scene? I hope I don't disappoint! I would just like to add that I absolutely love your guys reviews, they're what make me want to write more! And there are so many people following and not reviewing! Come on guys, I would love to know what you think, what you want to see from this story, even if there is something you dislike! It's my storyline but at the end of the day, it's you guys that inspire me to keep writing! Enjoy, and I apologize for any mistakes.

Katniss woke blearily, completely unaware of where she was. That wasn't totally strange for her, although when she reached underneath the duvet that was covering her and felt that she still wore her underwear and leather mini shorts that she had been wearing last night? Now that was pretty strange. She was usually naked from the waist down after a night she couldn't remember, or at least missing her thong. She looked around the room, all of it slowly coming into focus. It looked like someone's guest room, someone rich. The place was expensive but tasteful. Katniss rubbed at her eyes, eyeliner and eyeshadows smudging even more on her face and over her knuckles. She blinked lazily and got out of bed, making her way to the hallway. She was in the last room of the hall before the stairs and she walked down, following the sound of someone moving around.

"Prom King," she stated. Peeta looked up from where he was standing by the stove. He glanced over at her, his eyes dipping down to take in her long legs before coming up to her face, which was smudged with makeup but still gorgeous. "Why am I here?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You don't remember what happened last night?" Katniss didn't like the way he said it. She bit down on her lower lip and glanced down. Peeta dropped his gaze and turned back to the frying pan. "You, uh, took something from Marcus and his friends. I think you thought it was ecstasy or something?" He wasn't looking at her intently pouring more mixture into the frying pan. "It was something else." He risked a glance over his shoulder at Katniss, who looked up from under her dark eye makeup. The kitchen fell quiet except for the spitting of the pancake batter in the frying pan. Katniss finally lifted her gaze to meet his.

"Got any smokes?" She asked, her voice sounding strangely subdued.

"Uh, I don't really smoke, like as a habit," Peeta replied.

"Of course you don't," Katniss grunted. She came over to stand next to him, turning around and jumping slightly so that she was sitting on the counter top next to him. She reached out a finger and dipped it into the bowl of pancake batter, swirling it around before popping it into her mouth. Peeta watched her out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to seem too blatantly interested and freak her out. "Um, have you got like a shirt or something I could wear?" He guessed that was as much as an invitation as he was going to get to look at her full on again. The leather mini shorts were sexy, but could possibly be day wear if paired with the right shirt. The completely see through shirt that revelaed a strapless bra underneath definitely would never pass as suitable out and about clothing.

"Yeah, sure," Peeta moved the frying pan over the heated stove top and left the room. The maid had gotten distracted while folding washing, and some of his clean clothes were left in the sun room. He picked up a light blue button down shirt and took it back to the kitchen. "Here," he offered it out to her. Katniss glanced at it, before straightening up and pulling her own shirt over her head, leaving her tanned torso bare except for her bra. She took the shirt and pulled it on, doing up the buttons almost all the way, leaving just enough open to reveal a hint of her cleavage. Then she rolled the sleeves up to her elbows.

"Thanks," she nodded, balling up her own shirt on the bench next to her. "And do you know where my shoes are?"

"They might be in my car?" Peeta shrugged. "Sorry, I don't remember."

"Shit," she muttered. "Probably the nicest thing I own...Purple vans that Gale and Prim got me for my birthday last year."

"I'll have a look for them later? And I can got back to Madisyn's house to see if they're there, if you want?" She gave him a long look before nodding.

"Yeah, thanks." There might even have been a hint of a smile there, fleeting but still there. Peeta was hopeful.

"So we have cream, maple syrup and this berry sauce shit that tastes so good," he grinned at her. Her eyebrows quirked upward. "Wanna eat?"

"Feed me, Prom King," Katniss replied as she slid off the counter to make her way toward the breakfast bar, climbing onto one of the stools and accepting the plate he pushed over to her. He had already laid out the toppings, and then pushed the plate with the pancakes to the middle of the bar. He took a seat opposite her, pulling over a plate for himself. Quiet fell again, except for the sound of forks scraping against plates and the wheeze of the plastic bottle as more maple syrup was emptied.

"It's Peeta, by the way," Peeta finally said between mouthfuls. Katniss raised an eyebrow at him, still chewing, working her way through her forth pancake. "My name? It's Peeta."

"How lovely," she mumbled through her mouthful. Peeta rolled his eyes and concentrated on his food. They finished, both sitting back in their barstools, Katniss putting her finger in her mouth to suck off the remanants of maple syrup. He couldn't help it, he was a guy, and she was hot, and the way the tip of her tongue flicked out over her finger shot electricity right down to his groin. He quickly diverted his gaze, but not before Katniss saw his uncomfortable expression. She rolled her eyes, a small smirk on her face. "So-"

"Really, Aaron? You brought her back to our home?" Came a shrill cry. "Do you really have that little respect for me?"

"Oh, for fucks sakes, Eleanor!" Came a responding shout. "There have been hundreds of woman in this house, I've even fucked them in our bed! You already know that! That's why you have the sheets changed every night you don't spend here!"

"Well, I would love it if you actually had them out of the house before I came home! You know, so it might actually look as though you give a shit about your wife!" The shouting continued, although the words became muffled as they moved down the hall to the other end of the house. Peeta pursed his lips and looked over Katniss's shoulder, out into the back yard. Katniss twisted her own mouth and licked her lips, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"That happen a lot?" She asked abruptly.

"Yeah," he gave a tight laugh. "All the time." She nodded slowly, chewing on her lower lip, searching for something to say.

"And you don't smoke regularly?" She quipped. He laughed again, this time sounding a little more realistic.

"I do smoke, just not every day. Weed and sex are good distractions," he gave a one shouldered shrug.

"Weed and sex are always good distractions." This time he got a smile from her, her eyes glinting. "Do you do anything stronger than weed?" Peeta looked over at her, his interest piqued. "Oh, come on. Weed is good, but you can't tell me that's all you take."

"Actually, yeah," Peeta replied. "I mean, good weed and sex? If you're doing it right, it should be a good enough distraction from anything. That stronger shit? I don't mean to sound like a douche, but it can seriously fuck with your head and get you hooked. It just doesn't seem worth it." Katniss was aware that he kept talking, but her brain had sort of freezed on his comment 'if you're doing it right'. By the sounds of it, he did it right. He had a nice mouth, and nice hands...And nice eyes. She blinked quickly when she realized he was looking at her expectantly.

"Okay, so good weed and sex? Got somewhere we can get that?" His baby blue eyes widened at her proposition and she shrugged. "You sound like you need it," she jerked her head in the direction of the door where they had heard his parents fighting. "And I'm always up for it." Peeta picked up their plates and put them in the sink.

"Pool house," he advised her. Katniss nodded, sliding off the barstool and following him out onto the patio. The sun was shining, and she realized that it must have been later in the day than she thought, maybe midday. The Mellarks really did have a beautiful house, the crystal blue pool glinted in the sun, and the gardens and lawn were all perfectly manicured. Peeta opened the door for the pool house, which looked more like an upscale apartment than an actual pool house. He didn't bother locking the door, his parents knew never to come out of the pool house, and he turned on the TV, throwing the remote in Katniss's direction. She stretched out on the ground in front of the TV, resting against the end of the bed, crossing over her ankles Indian-style, flicking through the channels. She stopped on one channel and put down the remote. "You want a joint or a bong?"

"Joint," Katniss replied.

"Sweet," he pulled out a little baggie, papers and filters, getting the joint ready. He heard familiar British accents and looked over his shoulder at the TV. "Really? You like this show?"

"You don't?" Katniss raised her eyebrows at him.

"I have no problem with this show," Peeta grinned, sitting down on the ground next to her, pulling out a lighter. "Although I don't know many girls who do."

"I'm not like many girls," she replied, accepting the joint and propping it between her lips. He leaned forward and lit the end. She caught his gaze, those blue eyes capturing her, before quickly looking back at the TV. She inhaled, enjoying the familiar taste and sensation that began to flow through her as she let out a long stream of smoke. She inhaled again, holding the smoke in before handing the joint to Peeta. They sat there, watching the crude British comedy, enjoying the joint and each others company. Katniss giggled in a few parts, the sweet sound filling the room. Peeta enjoyed it, slumping down against the bed, his arm pressed up against hers. They finished the joint and stayed where they were, feeling relaxed and slightly out of body. The show came to an end and some outdoors fishing show began. He felt Katniss shift slightly beside him and his whole body tightened, wondering where this was going to go. "You feeling better yet?"

"I feel..." Peeta's voice wobbled as she moved quickly, straddling his lap. "Great," he finished honestly. He lowered his hands from where they had been folded behind his head to her hips, holding her steady. She grinded down on him ever so slightly, just enough to put ideas into his head. He felt himself hardening instantly. "What about you?"

"Fine," she gave a non-commital shrug. Her eyes darted down to rest on his mouth and rotated her hips again against his. Peeta's eyes squeezed shut momentarily, his grip on her hips tightening. "I'm sure I could feel better," her suggestion hung heavy in the air. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. Peeta slid his hands under the soft material of his shirt that she was wearing, running over her smooth skin. He lifted them up to touch her back, his fingers feather-light against her body, moving around to her stomach, resting on the cups of her bra. He heard her intake a sharp breath as his hands closed around her clothed breasts. From her little moment of partial nudity in the kitchen, he knew there were no straps on her bra, and he ran his thumbs along the top of the bra, teasing her cleavage. She sighed when his fingers dipped under the top of her bra and she rotated her hips again, this time harder, feeling his arousal grown underneath her.

"Katniss," Peeta breathed, pulling his hands away, a movement that was almost painful for him. "I think...I should take you home." Her whole body stiffened and she pulled away from him. "Trust me, I want you on that bed and my head between your legs so bad." Just that image made Katniss damp. "But I want you when you're sober." Katniss let out an almost bitter sounding laugh.

"This is about as sober as I get," she murmured. Peeta reached out and tugged at a strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes. He twisted it between two fingers for a moment before tucking it behind her ear.

"I'll take you home, kay?" He reached forward and placed a chaste kiss on her mouth. She tasted like weed and syrup, two of his favourite things which made her taste kind of perfect.

"Okay," she replied softly, surprising herself. She got off him, straightening out her shirt and the bra underneath, taking a few deep breaths to try and compose herself. Peeta stood as well, his legs still a little weak from the intenseness of his arousal. She stole a quick look at his lap, a half grin on her face as she saw the tent in his pants. He ignored her questioning look and grasped her hand-probably the first time he had held hands with a girl since he was thirteen.

"Come on," he muttered.

Should probably add to the disclaimer that I clearly don't own the show they were watching, The Inbetweeners. So tell me what you think people, make my day :)