Firstly I'd like to thank my amazing beta apecanin1 who is amazing and brave enough to tame this tail... I mean tale.

Second! I added titles to the chapters! They all go with a song that I don't own the rights to! I'm going to go through and add the titles and artists at the beginning of the chapter but... I take the uploaded chapter off as soon as I update to reduce clutter. Yeah... That makes sense right?

For those of you who are curious and don't want to go through it... The chapters and songs are as follows:

Chapter One: Enchanted, Taylor Swift

Chapter Two: Hung Up, Madonna

Chapter Three: Paper Planes, MIA

Chapter Four: Into the Wild, LP

Chapter Five: We Owned the Night, Lady Antebellum

Chapter Six: Fallen Interlude, Blink-182

Chapter Seven: Love the Way You Lie, Eminem feat. Rihanna

Thirdly! I will be putting an important authors note at the bottom of this chapter!

Onward! I don't own anything!


Where am I? Light poured through the open blinds. I licked my lips, which were dry as a bone.

Freshman night had freshman consequences, which right now was a very mild hangover that would probably be cured through a glass of water and some Motrin, which I'd need to entertain children.

Two bottles of water and four Motrin…add that to a hot shower and I was a functional human being again.

"Did you call Cinna?" Madge yawned from the couch.

I sucked in air and ran for my phone. "Way to go!" she shouted from the other room as I paced around, trying to call him. It was eight… Wait, I wanted to call at nine.

Was eight too early?

"Hello Katniss," he greeted cheerfully. Oh thank god… it was like a weight is lifted off my shoulders.

"Good morning Cinna. Thanks for the phone; it may take me a while to figure out how to use it though…"

He chuckled, "Take your time Mademoiselle Everdeen."

"I will… Listen, I have a presentation of my play today until about four thirty… I'll be a little late." I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Do not fret! I'll have dinner waiting when you get here!"

Cray would have chewed me out about how I shouldn't be worrying about my name up in lights because I had no talent. Cinna, on the other hand, was feeding me dinner for my tardiness.

I took my armful of toiletries, lining them up on the bottom of Madge's stall shower…My stall shower.

Our stall shower?

This one was far less complicated…only one shower head.

"You're running late, as always!" Madge teased as I devoured an orange.

"I'll sit on you…" She hasn't moved from the couch since reminding me to call my boss. Now, her face was nestled between the cushion and the back of the couch. "Did you drink more after I went to bed?"

"No… Yes… Wait… I think I called Gale!" she flailed wildly while rolling over, her bare foot meeting my chest.

"Watch it!" I jumped up and handed her what she's looking for, her cellphone.

"Nope… Just…" her brow furrowed, "Wait… Yeah… Didn't dream that, forty minutes."

I slapped my forehead. Madge was famous for drunk dialing. "At lead you didn't call anyone you'd regret talking to."

She was blushing, "I may have told him it was the best sex of my life? Oh god, I have a date with him tomorrow!" She scrolled through more of her calls, "And I took a call from a… 310 number?"

"Where's that? Oh! I can ask my phone…" I pressed the button in, "Phone, where's the 310 area code?" She let me know that she was searching in her proper, kind voice.

"Know anyone in LA?" I asked, showing her the map Siri has brought up for me.

"Isn't that where…" she bit her lip as the realization hit me like a train.

There's one person who would call Madge Undersee at two forty five in the morning because he was so inconsiderate he didn't realize the change in time zone.

Cato Snow.

"If he calls again, don't answer," I got up and grabbed my purse.

"And if he shows up here again?" I slipped my feet into my converse. They go perfectly with my jean shorts and black shirt.

"Then we call the cops as he enrages down at street level. You should tell the Andersons to not prop the door open. You know Cato has a 'Katniss is happy' sense…" I grumbled. "I'll be back late or… I think I'm going to stop by Peeta's after work. Have a good day!"

"Sing pretty!"

I knew I wasn't being watched, but I sure as hell felt paranoid about it. Yeah, we haven't confirmed Madge's mystery drunk pick-up, but who else in LA would be calling her?


"The girl who played Belle, why did you want to act?" I sat on the stage on my knees, my yellow ball gown hiding my legs. The fifty or so children were allotted a short question and answer session.

I bit my lip. I've always wanted to sing, but I wasn't allowed to for the last few years because of Cato. "To be honest, I didn't. I just wanted to sing. When I found out they were doing my favorite movie I tried out… It took hours and hours to make me a believable actress. Poor Cressida, our director. I think three weeks into rehearsal wanted to fire me because I was so stiff and awkward."

The kids asked if the Beast's costume was itchy, if the choreography during Be Our Guest was hard to learn. Our Gaston talked about one night how he watched Lumiere and someone dressed like a fork ran into each other and almost ruined the whole number. We chuckled at the good memory. This was the last time the cast would be assembled.

"Are you going to do another play next year?" a little girl with blonde hair and bright green eyes asked us.

Cressida choose to answer this one. "Unfortunately not with this group, most of our cast including Belle, Gaston and Misses Potts are graduating next Wednesday. They actually should get going to study for finals."

We lined up in full costume with the kids to get a picture. "You look like the lady from the paper!" one of the girls told me.

We posed for the picture. "The play's been in the paper before," I said idly.

"No! From this morning. Mommy left it open while I was eating breakfast!" the little girl told me before running to her friends.

Maybe from the party Friday? I shrugged it off.

I rushed back to the dressing rooms to get stripped from my lace up gown. "Holy crap it's good to breathe…," I chuckled, standing in my underwear as the Belle gown was put on the hanger for another woman to wear in the future. I pulld on my bra and jeans, my phone pinging to let me know I have a message…

Five of them, all from Madge.

What did I say to him?

Why didn't you take my phone away?

I would have found the landline and called him anyway.

Remember that time we hid all the phones in Throm's apartment and he was so angry he ripped his shirt… Then returned it the next day?

One of our friends who has long since graduated tended to get drunk and call his exes, we had to protect him. He got so angry at us that he tore his wife beater, then the next morning folded it back up and shoved it between the two other in the packaging and returned it. Then, instead of being smart and leaving as soon as possible, he walked around the store for another half hour, buying the same item.

Crisis averted, we had a heart to heart last night. We're going to dinner tonight. Wish me luck!

I rolled my eyes. God damn it, Madge…

I sent a text to Peeta. I'll be in your neck of the woods… Can I come over? I miss your smug face.

I shoved my phone in my pocket, rushing out of the theater and bidding everyone a fond farewell. We had already had our closing night dinner, our goodbyes were said but I could say a few more.

I basically ran back home, throwing the door open as I huffed to my room to change and make myself presentable.

I'll be counting the minutes. Peeta sent as my hand found the little black maybe shirt maybe dress item.

It was going to be one of those nights, but I decided to keep it classy and pull on a strapless bustier dress which ties in the back. The bright floral pattern stood out against the white background and I slipped on a pair of white heels.

"Do I look like a model?" I asked the mirror as I mussed up my hair. "Do I look like a millionaire's girlfriend?"

I flicked at the choker around my neck and slapped on a leather cuff that was in the box. "Who cares?" I finally chuckled before heading outside.

On the way to the subway I saw a newsstand and bought the only paper that would answer my questions - the New York Post.

"Thank you," I purchased a water bottle and descended into the Underground. I had five minutes until my train came so I turned to Page Six, New York's source for both country wide, but a fair amount of local celebrity gossip.

Sightings, I read about celebrities at clubs before I saw it at the bottom of the page. Peeta and I in the park, me covering him in dandelions, then another of us kissing. Shit…

Local billionaire, Peter Mellark was seen cozying up with this unknown woman. The pair shared a romantic evening in Central Park, then at the Upper East Side restaurant the Rogue Tomate…

I gagged a little and shoved the paper in my purse. Was this what I was going to have to deal with?I refuse to read any more about my date with Peeta. Did he know about this? Did he deal with this crap every time he went out?


"You have the worst posture," Venia groaned, positioning my body for the umpteenth time. "Clasp your hands behind your back." I did so. "Push out your chest. You don't have much, so flaunt it!" I rolled my eyes and pushed out my bosom, "There… Now, walk, one foot in front of the other, not parallel."

I took a deep breath. Step one of the 'Model Walk', good posture. We were stuck at one. I had a tendency to slouch - I was slightly pigeon toed. Also, my head bobbed too much when I walked, whatever that meant.

I found it easier at this time to keep my pinkies clasped together to make sure my posture was perfect. One foot literally in front of the other my heels clicked on the pale wood floor as Cinna and Viena watched my every move. "Bravo!" Cinna sipped on his tea. "Now, let go of your hands, and walk to the door."

I groaned. We had been at this four two hours. I was making over $120 to walk across the room, I really couldn't complain.

I did what he asked. Head still, arms at my side, one foot literally in front of the other.

I walked from the back of the main room to the front door and when I reached the end I dramatically stepped one foot forward, pushing my hip out and placing my hands on my hips. "Magnifique!" Cinna applauded and for the first time tonight, I felt like I could do this.

"Now, turn and walk back." Learning how to walk was supposed to happen before you were one year old, not twenty one!

I pivoted awkwardly and Cinna cringed, "We'll work on that tomorrow… Then you'll have the weekend off." I sat down at my vacant spot on the couch. "Now, we discuss Paris."

"Yeah… About that… I don't think I'm ready for the catwalk…"

Cinna chuckled, "Oh, my no, but, there's a small show. You can bring someone if you like… We'll be there for a few days though I'll have to get back to work preparing for September, than and you will be returning alone since I don't think I can be away from Paris much longer. New York is… Different."

I chuckled and nodded, "It is, but it's home."

"We leave two Thursday's from now. We'll meet here of course." I nodded. "Don't worry about anything, I will prepare everything. You just worry about enjoying Paris!"

I felt better about everything after leaving Cinna's. The doorman, who finally didn't think I was some common riffraff tipped his hat to me as I walked into the humid May air.

I was distracted by my phone, the little pinging alerting me that I had an email. Like an idiot, I began walking. It was from Flavius about my Parisian Itinerary, a long schedule that he said he added to my Google Calendar which put it on my phone. "Oof!" I blushed as I ploughed straight into the back of a poor pedestrian, "Sorry… I-"

The man turned around slowly, his fists balled, ready to strike, "Watch where you're-" He stopped, his cold, dark brown, almost black eyes widening.

"Cato…" I gasped turning on my heels knowing he could strike at any moment.

"Katniss Everdeen, you get back here!" he spat, grabbing for my wrist but yet again I slipped through his grasp.

"Go to hell!" I shouted over my shoulder.

It was nighttime. Madison Ave was disserted and here I was, being followed by a guy I wasted a few years of my life on, while he used me as a punching bag.

"Taxi!" I shouted, seeing a yellow cab turn onto the street. "Taxi!" The man slowed and I got in, Cato on my heels as I locked both doors.

"Sixty-ninth and Fifth!" I panted.

"Are you kidding? That's like less than 10 blocks!" the driver grumbled.

"I will give you a hundred dollars if you leave right now!" Cato ripped on the door.

"Now you're talking… Who's he?"

Cato slammed his palm on the window, "Baby, get out of the fucking cab and let's talk!"

"Drive, now!"

I caught my breath on the short drive, and handed the cabby my fare plus a hundred dollars. I didn't care what he did with it - he got me away from Cato.

"You look like you've seen a ghost Sweetheart." Abernathy smirked as I straightened out my dress.

"That bad huh? Cinna worked me good tonight," I replied casually. I didn't need Peeta's bodyguard hearing about my mishap. Cato would get the picture eventually. Though, how many hundred dollar cab drives could I afford?

He took a drag from his cigarette, offering me his lighter. I calmed myself with a sweet drag from a Marlboro. Could he have followed me here? I thought in a panic. I could have lead Cato to Peeta.

Jealous, sick, twisted Cato.

"Haymitch?" I asked quietly. "I have a problem and I need your advice…"

He snorted, "Listen sweetheart, I'm not much for girl problems… But I'm sure it'll be entertaining."

"Ass…" I grumbled. "Listen, say hypothetically I have a friend who was with a guy for like two years who liked to hit her," he nodded and scratched at the stubble on his chin. "And say this person moved away, but is now back calling my friend's friends and just ran into her on say… Madison and 79th, and got really pissed off when she ran away and called cab."

"I'm picking you up from work from now on. Come on, we have to tell Mister Mellark."

He went to head in and I grabbed his hand, "No! Haymitch please! I'll tell him myself, but I don't want to ruin this night. Please?"

"Fine… But I'm still getting you from work," Why did he care?

"Sure…"

"And home, I've seen enough young girls end up in allies because of abusive boyfriends, or ex-boyfriends." I took another drag.

"Why do you care?" I asked, flicking away my ash. "I'm just some other girl…"

"Well, I was told today to protect you by Mister Mellark. I've grown quite fond of the kid, and you make him happy. He actually leaves his office now."

I nodded and put my butt in the smoker's tree. "Thank you, I'll see you inside."

"Probably not, but have fun."

I hurried to the elevator, imputing the code from memory. As always, Peeta left the door after the elevator unlocked. "Honey I'm home!" I shouted, but I heard giggling - women giggling.

"Peeta?" I asked, nervous. Did he have women over? Was that allowed?

"Not quite!" a British woman chirped from the living room. "Thought you'd never arrive!"

I set my bag down. A blonde with wavy hair and blue eyes and a curly haired African woman sipped on cocktails while watching what I think was the latest Twilight movie.

"I'm sorry, we've met before but I had a mask on. I'm Primrose. This is Rue my friend from London."

London. Primrose Mellark had friends from London.

"A pleasure. We go to school together, or went."

Prim chuckled, "Definitely went!"

"Nice to meet you," I shook both their hands. "Where's Peeta?"

Prim sighed and flopped back down on the couch. "In his office. Peeta's always in his office…," she grumbled. "He said we'd go out tonight too…" she huffed like a spoiled child.

I bit my lip, "I should go then, I don't want to take your time away from your brother…"

"No! I bugged him to let me meet you!" she grabbed my hand. "You should go in a coax him out with your feminine whiles…" she wiggled her eyebrows as I bit my lip again.

"Fine… I do owe him a-"

"EWWWW!" Prim put her hands over her ears. "Too much information!"

I knocked lightly on the office door, "Peeta?" I opened the door slowly and poked my head in, "What are you doing in here?" I closed it behind me.

He seemed uncomfortable by my presence, stiffening as I crossed the room to the giant window. This was a perfect time to tell him about Cato, he was already put off by me invading his space. "Reading a business report," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Is it night already?" he asked in a dreary voice.

"Prim and her friend Rue are waiting for you," I held out my hand. "Come on, I didn't wear this dress and these heels so you could hide in your office all night."

He groaned, but didn't budge, so I swiveled his chair and climbed into his lap. "They told me to use my feminine wiles on you," I ground my groin into his. "I'm not wearing any underwear…" I whispered.

"In this short dress?"

I shook my head no. "They were all dark and I could see them, so I went without." He lifted the hem of my dress and cocked an eyebrow. "Well, I lied…" I climbed off him and hooked my hands in my panties, tugging them down.

"Oops…" I bit on my index finger. "Do you want me, Mister Mellark?"

I backed up a little as he got out of his chair, picking up my underwear and shoving them in his pocket. "You're staying the night…" he said finally. "Now, come."

We settled for second dinner at a quiet Thai restaurant. Rue and Prim were speaking endlessly about their adventures clubbing in London as Peeta's hand rests on my thigh. I shifted uneasily; knowing how little separated his fingers from where I wanted them the most.

"Are you ok, Katniss?" Rue asked, noting my flushed face.

"Y-yeah," Peeta's hand crept higher under the table cloth. "Just spicy."

His hand went higher and I leaned into him, having moved our chairs close enough that they were almost touching. "So what's London like? I'm going there in September. It'll be the only city on my trip where I actually speak the language."

I listened to them gush but couldn't pay attention. Peeta's finger traced up and down the moisture between my legs. Going without underwear was a terrible idea! I should have tackled him and stolen them back.

What was I thinking!

The finger slipped inside me and I stifled a groan. The restaurant was basically empty and the two girls were discussing the fanfare of the Royal Wedding last year.

He didn't move his hand, but just sit there, torturing me. I went for my water, shooting Peeta a dirty look while sipping on the cool liquid. When the girls were fully engrossed in their conversation, he bent his finger up, putting pressure right on my sweet spot.

I gasped into my water, nearly choking.

Please draw the blinds, everyone leave, I need my brains fucked out… Now! The finger retreated and I shuddered, missing the torturous sensation.

"So what are you wearing?" Prim leaned in to the table, her chin nestled in her palm.

"A dress?" I asked, confused about what she's talking about.

"No silly! To the Met Gala this Friday!"

"Katniss and I haven't exactly discussed that, Prim." Her mouth formed an 'o' and Peeta shot me an apologetic look, "Katniss hasn't seen her dress yet, but it's one of Cinna's. This will be our first event together." He squeezed my knee, "You're going to stop hearts."

I had reported on the Met Gala for the last four years… never in my life did I think I would be going. "You don't want to bring me to something like that… There are famous people there. I shook hands with Beyoncé last year when I reported on it for the school paper."

"Of course your brother would date a reporter…"

"Reporter, singer, actress, model," I drank the broth of my coconut chicken soup.

"Katniss plays Belle at NYU. She's an amazing singer," Prim gushed to Rue, I blushed and looked up at Peeta.

For someone who's attracting the spot light as I am, it sure makes me uncomfortable, "I'm not that good… Our dress rehearsal is on YouTube if you want to basically see the play. Even our gift to the director where we swapped parts for Be Our Guest, she was Belle, I was Lumiere, our Gaston was I think Misses Potts," I bit my lip, trying to stifle a laugh as I remembered poor Cressida's face as we performed an almost perfectly executed cast swap.

"Oh my god, show us, now!" I shook my head no.

"No phones at the dinner table," I scolded. "Just search for it later."

Rue pouted, but went back to her fish. "We could always make you do karaoke. Prim here gets really pitchy after she's had a few drinks in her." Prim blushed.

"Aren't you two only eighteen?"

"The drinking age in the United Kingdom is eighteen, which is the only reason those two were allowed to be drinking in my apartment. Don't let mom and dad see that when you're up in the Hamptons this weekend."

"But, you'll be there! And Katniss, mom and dad would love her… Well…" I was busy twirling noodles around my fork. "Mom will do what she does when any of us bring home someone."

"What does she do?" Rue asked as I twirled my noodles around my fork.

"Watches them like a hawk, calling them 'gold digger' under her breath until they prove otherwise."

Rue looked shocked. "It's understandable," I started. "She's trying to protect her children… But I'm not going to the Hamptons this weekend."

"Please?" Prim whined. "Peeta will be off with our brothers. We could have girl's nights!"

"I have finals to not study for and…" Prim and Rue began a synchronized pout that could probably render Superman useless. "Fine… But I'm bringing my textbooks- that probably burned up when my apartment…" I crossed my arms. "You guys win."

Peeta reached for his pocket. "One minute, it's Effie…" He excused himself from the table and I was left with two eighteen year olds who could probably pout me into robbing a bank.

"I like you Katniss," Prim said once Peeta was out of ear shot. "Peeta's last love interest was well… Only in it for the money… I think you see past it, or at least you're good at pretending."

"I made Peeta ride the subway and go to Times Square. If I was pretending I wouldn't have made him send Haymitch home."

It was Prim's turn to choke. "You did not…," she gasped. "First you get him out of his Ivory Tower, then you get him in the subway. Please, work on his cellphone habit and his office addiction…"

I chuckled as Peeta joined us again. "My one appointment tomorrow canceled, so I have tomorrow afternoon off," he smiled, his eyes lighting up like a child's. "Do you have work tomorrow night?"

I shook my head no. Cinna and I had agreed to a three day schedule and I would be off until Wednesday. "But I have to go to my place and see what's salvageable, if anything…" the only thing I really needed from there was my passport, which was with my birth certificate in a fire proof box under my old bed.

We bid Prim and Rue goodnight. They were staying with one of their brothers, leaving the penthouse empty for Peeta and me to keep the neighbors up.

"I have Friday off too…" I mentioned as we enjoy the evening air. "Since you have me going to the Met Gala… Should I stay the night?" I asked awkwardly. If he bit the hook I'd get to spend Thursday through Sunday with my Prince Charming.

"That saves time. Cinna's trio is showing up at noon to help you get ready. Apparently, they think it'll take most of the day…"

I chuckled, "You should have seen them fussing about my hair and my eyebrows, it's like I was a yeti." I took his hand and leaned into him. "But, I need to go to my apartment and get clothes."

"I bought you a toothbrush," he told me proudly.

I pouted, "But I liked yours…" we were half way across town. A cab drove by, bringing me back to Cato. I have to tell him. If he were to find out from a third party, all hell will break loose. "Subway or taxi?"

"Taxi, the subway was too hot." I rolled my eyes. Priss.

"Then get us one big spender," he looked confused. "My god, and you call yourself a New Yorker! Here, hold out your hand." He followed me and almost immediately, a car pulled up. "Sometimes you have to yell." He held the door open for me and I slid in.

"Where to?" my breath caught. It was the same cabby as earlier. My eyes will him to not say anything.

"SoHo… Erm, Spring and Thompson."

"In less of a rush this time, eh little miss?" I looked up at Peeta who had his eyebrow cocked. "Not being chased?"

I stopped myself from beating my head against the glass. "What?" Peeta asked shortly, squeezing my hand, trying to get me to look at him but I couldn't.

"Can we talk about this when we get back to my place? It's a long story…" the warm lustful air between us had turned arctic cold.

I want my hundred bucks back!

Peeta barely waited for me to close the door behind us. "What was he talking about? Who was chasing you?"

I swallowed hard and walked farther into the apartment, "Want a drink?"

"Damn it, Katniss!" he snapped. "Stop avoiding the question…"

I opened the fridge and pulled out a coke, peaking over the half wall. He still hasn't moved. "Peeta, sit down. Now," I snapped. If I was going to divulge my past, he was going to actually move from the door.

He sighed and flopped down on the couch. He was so out of place here. Yeah, the apartment was nice, but it was my home now. I could only cringe, thinking of him in my old place.

"When I came to New York I didn't know anyone. I mean, besides Madge, she was my roommate for my first year at NYU. We went to a party one night and I met…" I gulped and join him on the couch. I needed him for this, even if he was pissed at me.

He shifted away from me – bad sign. "I met a man named Cato Snow, he was a spoiled, snob, but I was dumb and young, I was in an unfamiliar city, and I was inexperienced in the romance department… I still am," I bit my lip, "Everything was fine for the first few months, then I realized Cato was basically riding on the coat-tails of his uncle…" I sat on my knees.

Deep breath Everdeen, you can do this. I felt the tears come to my eyes. "November of my freshman year I decided I wanted to go out for the play. I always loved singing and I thought I could get a small part for fun. I told him and he…" My voice caught. "Smacked me… So I hit back, which made it worse. He grabbed me by the hair and told him that I was his and he wasn't going to let me do anything that could put me on a pedestal for the world to see. After he hit me again for arguing I ran from his apartment…"

"Oh god, Katniss…" Peeta took my hand but I pulled away.

"I- I'm not done… The next morning there were white roses waiting outside my dorm, two dozen with an apology," I bit my lip, "I was so young and so fucking stupid… I believed him… But he got worse, every time he'd hit I would fight back, and he'd hit harder, until I learned. Every time I left he'd just get angrier and he'd hit harder. One time he…" I looked away from Peeta's stupid gawking face.

"Don't look at me god damn it!" I hissed and he looked away. I rubbed the back of my scalp. "One night when I was leaving him he grabbed my hair and slammed me into the coffee table. I woke up two days later to a hospital room full of roses…"

I gulped. "Finally, he graduated and was moving to LA to work for his uncle. He told me to come with him and I… I refused…" I looked down at my hands. "I threw every single gift he ever gave me at him. Every ring, every necklace, every little trinket… I was free… I had a black eye, a bruised rib, and a sprained wrist from it… But I was free."

I bit my lip. "Now… now he's back. I saw him when I was leaving Cinna's and… and I ran and he followed until I hailed a cab."

"I'll kill him… Katniss, I'll kill him for what he did to you!" he hissed, pulling me into his chest.

"No, please, Peeta… See this is why when I told Haymitch I made him let me tell you. Please don't ruin this night, and don't go thermonuclear on poor Abernathy for not rushing with Katniss's dirty little secret," I got up and head for my room. This was the past, it was ugly, but it was over. I was ready to move on and forget. "Are you going to help me pick out my clothes for the next… like four days or will you trust me?"

He looked at me shocked, but got up, "Lead the way, Madame."

I curtsied, the anger and awkwardness forgotten for now. "Oh you have an iHome. Here I thought you were living in squalor," Peeta flopped down on my bed without even asking and docked his phone.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my backpack, "I have to get a duffle from Madge's room…" Kings of Leon started streaming from the speakers as Peeta went through my limited wardrobe.

When I reached Madge's dark room, I sat on her bed. I had just told Peeta my deepest darkest secret… And instead of looking at me like I was damaged, like I had expected him to… He basically wanted to protect me, in his own savage way.

I took the grey duffle from Madge's closet and returned, only to have my underwear from earlier hit me in the face, "Peeta!" I threw the bag at him. "Ass…"

I moved to my dresser, pulling out the essentials - underwear, bra's, socks… Check.

Two hands found my hips and I gasped. "Ready to finish what we started?"

I bit my lip. "Are you going to try and embarrass me again?"

He lifted up my skirt and spanked me lightly, "Not tonight. Instead, I'll watch you find a way to do it yourself." I stuck out my tongue. He already knew how bad I was at social events! Great!

Why was he taking me to the Met!

I was pulled away from my inner raging when a finger slipped inside me. "A quickie here, then back to my place?"

He arched his finger again, hitting me in another sweet spot. "Oh god, yes, please…," I panted as I heard his belt clink as it hit the ground, followed by his pants.

"Hold onto the dresser and spread your legs a little more…" I did so, as his finger straightened and bent. Subconsciously, I ground my hips against his hand. "There we go…" he didn't go for the zipper of my dress. Instead, he folded the skirt over my torso so it didn't get ruined.

"Ready?" he asked after withdrawing his hand. I groaned loudly, missing the sensation, but soon it was replaced by the tip of his erection rubbing up and down.

"Please…" I heard myself whimper, but I was too distracted by the look in his eyes through the mirror in front of us.

I felt the familiar stretching and pressure as he entered me, "Mmmm…" I groaned. He went slowly, torturously, letting that underused area of my body adjust to the very welcome intruder. "Stop torturing me…" My nails dug into the light wood of the dresser.

"As you wish…" he withdrew almost completely before slamming into me.

"Shit!" I gasped as I was pushed forward.

"Lock your elbows," he pulled me back and I did as he commanded.

I blushed a little, hearing the song. "You planned this didn't you?" he thrust into me again and didn't answer for a second. "Playing Sex on Fire? Real cheesy…" I watched him loosen his tie and bring it in front of my face.

The silk covered my lips. "Open up." I don't know why, but I listened and let the silk strap invade my mouth before he tied it behind my head. "There we go…"

What is this…? I didn't have time to wonder. Besides, I've never felt more turned on in my life. He was back to thrusting. The silk of the tie wasn't a very effective gag, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Each thrust sent fire through my nerves. His hands ran through my hair and I moved away. The gesture was making my scalp ache, as I remembered being dragged down a hall by my hair. His hands settled on my shoulders then ran down my back until they settled on my hips.

I felt my orgasm build slowly with each thrust. Soon enough, I wasn't just moaning his name, but nearly screaming though the silk at my mouth. My muscles were tense and my arms almost gave away as the tidal wave of released pressure ran through every inch of my body.

Peeta pulled out of me. "I don't want to make a mess of you…"

I nodded a little, only half understanding. My mind was still catching up to me.

I sunk to my knees in front of him. He reached behind to untie my gag, letting the chewed up silk fall to the ground. I took him in my hand, flicking my tongue across the head of his member.

He tasted like me and I groaned, feeling the force of his thrusts again in my mind as I took him in my mouth inch by inch. I dug my nails into his backside as payback for the tie as I licked my juices off him. It didn't take long before I tasted the warm, salty liquid on my tongue.

I pulled off him and looked up into his eyes, swallowing.

Before, if a man asked me to do that I would have laughed in their face. "Here…" he stood me up and kissed me lightly. "You're amazing…" he murmured as I fixed my skirt.

"You taste delicious," I told him, attempting to weird him out a little, but I was unsuccessful.

I packed my backpack and duffel full of clothes as Peeta made himself presentable once more. As I folded up a sundress he came behind me and braided my hair for me. At first I thought it was odd, then I felt his fingers through my hair and I almost melted again.

"Ready?" I asked, slipping my heels back on.

"I was waiting on you…" I rolled my eyes and flicked the light off. "I think I chewed a hole through your tie…" I held the dark green fabric in my hand. The edges were now frayed where my teeth bit into it, but it would be covered by his collar.

"I'm sorry, but you were ruining the moment…"

"So you gag me with a two hundred dollar tie?"

"Ahem…" I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes meeting a very amused Madge and an embarrassed looking Gale, who were sitting on the couch half way through a bottle of wine.

"Well…" I started, popping my lips. "I'm going to go throw myself in front of a bus."


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