The Arrangement

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"Shall we go in and take a look?" She nods at me and I take her hand easily in my own as we walk up to the house where we will begin our future together.

Chapter 6: Katniss's POV

The house is so beautiful. It is two stories with a brick façade. Other than Mr. Mellark's house, I had never seen another house like this.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" Peeta asks me. I nod in wonder and he takes my hand easily in my own and we walk up to the house together. I revel in the soft feel of his skin touching my own. In spite of myself, I blush slightly and hope he doesn't notice.

He unlocks the door and holds it open for me to step inside. I step into the vast living room. I notice there isn't much furniture which doesn't really matter to me, but he is quick to explain.

"I was in the process of moving in…but I didn't really do much to the house yet…I just set up some of my personal things so far."

"It's beautiful." I tell him and mean it. The house is gorgeous. The floors are pristine. The walls are painted a soft beige. The kitchen is huge and I notice there are lots of boxes in the kitchen.

"I like to cook. It is comforting to me." It seems like he is embarrassed about it, but I don't understand why. I cook because I have to, but I am not great at it.

"Well, I am not much of a cook so you will have to teach me." He smiles at me as if excited by the prospect.

"Looking forward to it." He says.

We check out the kitchen, living room, dining room, a bathroom, and a study before heading upstairs.

"There are three bedrooms and two baths upstairs. I have already told the staff that the master bedroom is to be yours…the master bath should be to your liking."

I am confused by his words. Is he actually going to let me have my own room and not have to share with him? He is such a gentleman and I find myself liking him even more. This is not going to be so bad. We can live together and be friends. Maybe…but I can't think about that now.

"Peeta, are you sure about the bedroom?"

He smiles. "Absolutely. Let's check it out and see if you agree." I open the door and take in the room. It is enormous with a king size bed and a walk in closet. The master bath is huge and has a gigantic bathtub big enough for six people. I see there are doors leading out to a balcony. I open the doors easily onto a huge deck. The deck is littered with paintings. Painting, after painting.

"I will have all of this moved for you. I don't want you to fill crowded…"

"You painted these?"

He nods and I take in the paintings. They are beautiful with so much detail and color. He has painted beautiful portraits, landscapes, and other scenes. They are breathtaking.

"You have a gift."

He shrugs this off. "It is just a hobby."

"No, they are great. I don't want you to move your space. Please continue to paint here."

"Are you sure?" He sounds surprised.

"Of course." I have been drawn to another painting that is covered on the easel. I move towards it and Peeta stands in my way.

"This one is not finished yet. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't look yet."

He had asked so little of me so I nodded stepping away. "Sure."

We walked down the hall and he showed me the other two guest rooms and the bath they shared. The other guest rooms were small and I felt guilty about taking the master bedroom. I would have to talk to him about that later because right now we were in a comfortable silence. We descended the stairs and he took my hand again leading me to the kitchen.

He cleared a place for me to sit and then walked over to the massive refrigerator. He pulled out a tray with fruit and little pastries. He came to sit next to me even though there were eight chairs at the table he pulled one right next to me.

I ate one of the little pastries and moaned a little in spite of myself as the taste filled my mouth. He was watching my reaction carefully and I could see he was enjoying it. "This is delicious."

I must have had a little on my mouth because he reached out and gently wiped it away. His simple touch sent a thrill throughout my entire body. I finally looked into his eyes and he was looking directly at me as he put his finger in his mouth and ate whatever he removed from my lip by sucking his finger clean quietly. His eyes never left mine and I felt my hands shake slightly. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches out and takes both of my hands in his and lightly traces his thumb over each knuckle. My eyes drift closed briefly, but I force them back open to stare into the intensity of his eyes. He is stirring emotions in me I have never felt before.

He drops one of my hands and brings it up to rest against my cheek gently. "Katniss, it's okay if you say no, I don't expect it or anything –"

"What?" I ask cutting him off already knowing what he is going to say.

"May I kiss you?"

I feel my cheeks flush scarlet and I sigh softly before giving the only answer I am capable of giving with all these feelings stirring around in me. "Yes."

He leans in giving me plenty of time to pull away if I should want to do so. I don't. His lips lightly rest against mine for a moment before he kisses me more deeply. His lips are warm and my body is flooded with warmth and fire from his lips on mine. He deepens the kiss and I return it. I have never kissed anyone before. I open my mouth instinctively only knowing I want to allow him to kiss me more thoroughly. He obliges and slides his tongue into my mouth. I moan slightly and feel an ache begin in my body. A desire for more. Much more of this. Our tongues dance together and I feel him moan against my lips. We finally break apart and he rests his forehead against mine. I can feel both our heartbeats pulsating. He finally lets go of me and just holds my hand.

He smiles at me and I smile back shyly.

I am so caught up in our moment together that I don't notice someone watching us from the window…someone with envious eyes. Someone who will make our lives difficult later…

Tell me what you think. Do you love it? Hate it? Next chapter will be Peeta's POV, I think anyway. I hope you guys still like this. I know there is a lot of fluff in this chapter. Please do not automatically assume the creeper outside the window is Gale…because it's not! Who could it be? Review, review, review!