"So Cinna said something about paint that turns into silk. How does that work?" I try to turn Peeta's focus away from my neck and back to the task of my "dress" from my interview with Cesar Flickermen.

I feel Peeta laugh against my throat as his arms tighten around my waist. "Portia explained it to me but I really don't want to go into the details. I would rather get started on turn you into "Katniss Everdeen, The Canvas of Panem."

I roll my eyes and scoff and try in vain to break free of Peeta's iron tight vice grip. "Peeta, when did you do this..." I point to the sketch on the table, next to the large black case.

"On the train. Portia started talking about fire, and feathers, and your Mockingjay pin, and the idea just kinda popped into my mind. They designed the cut of the dress, but everything else was my idea."

"Did you draw this, is this how you see me?" He snickers and I try to gab at his ribs in an effort to loosen his grip but again I seem to fail.

"No it's not...you're much more then this. I spent an hour on just your face. I didn't know the exact curves of your body then, but I could do it better now that I've felt them with my own hands."

"Well let get started on project turn Katniss into "The Canvas of Panem." We both laugh and Peeta's hand finally release their hold on my waist as he reaches around me to open the case.

The case has several tiers, each holding a color of paint in different shades. I run my fingers over these clear bottles, one with a yellow liquid and one with a red/gold liquid. "The yellow one is a top coat. After I paint a section I stray that over it and it dries in a few seconds and turns the paint into fabric. The other is to give you "The Fire Effect." that's what Portia called it anyway."

"I hope it's not like our chariot outfits. Those scared me half to death, the only thing that kept me steady was...you...holding my hand." Peeta laces his fingers into mine and gives me a squeeze.

"I was just worried that I was sweating too much and that you would get grossed out."

I wiggle out of his grip and he grabs for me but I manage to make it back to the bed. I see Peeta coming at me with a tube of some shiny white stuff and I raise an eyebrow. "What's that?"

He gives me a wide smile and I feel my stomach twist. "Oh I forgot to tell you about the primer. It's a lotion that I have to apply to any place I plan to paint so..." his words trail off and I moan at thoughts of where he's going to touch.

He stands in front of me and I watch as his fingers make quite work of the tie of my robe and I let it slide off revealing my naked body to Peeta's lust filled eyes. "So you lay down and get comfortable and i'll see how relaxed I can make you. Katniss." Again my name is a long hiss on his lips and it sends those sparks all through my body.

I arrange the pillows at the end of the bed and I lay myself down the center of the bed. I lay on my stomach and fold my arms under my chin. "Will this work for you?" I hear what almost sounds like a growl come from Peeta's throat.

"You're perfect Katniss." He kisses up my spine as he speaks. "Every...last...inch...is...just...perfect...I...love...you." When he reaches my hair he takes it and twists it and then I feel one of the hair clamps against my scalp. "They're going to let me do your hair for tonight. Portia loved what I showed her."

I snicker a little at the idea of Peeta Mellark, male Tribute from District 12, baker, painter, fashion designer, stylist. I am brought out of my thoughts when I feel Peeta's weight settle over me and his erection presses into my bottom.

"Are you comfortable Katniss?" I squeeze my cheeks together and I get a moan out of Peeta before he presses his erection harder against me. "Let's get started, sweetheart."

I feel the coldness of the lotion as he glides it across my shoulder blades. I shiver and then his hands are on my flesh and the cold lotion suddenly turns into a warm balm that relaxes every muscle that it touches.

Peeta's hands knead and rub at me and I wonder if he is this gentle with his bread making as he moves up and over my shoulders, down my arms, stopping at my wrists.

I almost moan when his fingers slide down my ribs and when he reruns the course back up I can't help but moan. "Hmm, does that feel good Katniss?" I nod my head and he laughs.

I feel myself drifting off as his hands work down my back but I am shot out of my daze when his hand make a short sharp contact with my bottom. I look over my shoulder and Peeta just smirks. "No sleeping Katniss. I want you awake."

He works down my legs and again I find myself wanting to fall asleep under the gentle kneading of his hands to my flesh.

I feel his arm come to rest across the small of my back and then my eyes shoot up when I feel his finger slide in and start to gently pump. "Peeta..." I moan and try to buck my hips but his arm holds me to the bed.

"Peeta...please." I can hear the need in my voice and when his breath brushes my ear I moan.

"I've decided that I want you for dessert. So tell me Katniss, can I make love to you?" I whimper when he pulls out but when he flips me over I am greeted by the sight of Peeta naked.

I bite my lips as he positions himself at my entrance and when he pushes in we both moan. His pace is slow, measured and I grab at the sheets. "God Peeta...you're...amazing."

I open my eyes and watch as he squirts the lotion into his hands and gives me a wicked smile. "This..." he motions to our joined bodies "is just an excuse so I can touch all of my favourite parts of you at once."

He stills his hips and begins to run his hands up my stomach until he's worked his way to my breasts. "So perfect. Just the right size for my hands." I have never thought of myself as an object of desire.

"Haymitch...called me...a dead slug." At this Peeta snickers and his trusts become hard and deep.

"I'd never do this...with a dead slug." I laugh and he gives me a cheesy grin.

I feel the coil in my stomach tighten and then release as I feel Peeta spill into me before pulling me up and into the warmth of his embrace.

"Now that you're primed and...satisfied. Let's paint a masterpiece." I watch Peeta as he walks, every inch of him naked and muscled with a slight sheen of sweat.

He brings a chair over and sets up the paints. "Lets start from the top..." he gently palms my breasts, "and work our way down." His fingers graze my center and I can't stop the moan and his fingers lightly probe. "Don't worry,sweetheart. I'm not done with you."

I look down as Peeta sweeps the brush over my skin and I'm amazed at how the globs of paint have turned into delicate feathers, but I'm starting to get frustrated.

"Peeta." I can hear the whine in my voice and I sound like a child who's about to throw a tantrum.

"I know it hard Katniss but you've been a very...good girl for me and it's almost time for a break."

20 minutes or so later Peeta tells me that I can stand. He walks me over to the mirror and twirls me around slowly.

My hands and arms are laced with delicate swirls of flames that look like sleeves. The bodice of the dress is a corset of soft orange and red feathers that are trimmed in gold at the neckline and waist.

Peeta sprays me with the setting stray and I watch as the flat paint ripples up and I run my finger over the neckline and it feels soft and silky. I still feel naked but I know that they are working on a sheer dress that will make me feel more comfortable but will still display Peeta's amazing skills.

"You look amazing. My girl on fire, wrapped in a sunset. Orange is definitely my favourite color when it's on you." I feel his arms wrapped around me and all I can do is smile.

"I want you Katniss. I want to taste you again. Can I sweetheart?" I moan when his fingers find my center. "So sweet, so ready."

He moves the pillows and lays me down so that my bottom is at the end of the bed. When I see him kneel in front of me I let my legs fall open and he guides them to his shoulders.

"I love you Katniss. Always." I feel a rush of warmth spread over my body as his tongue begins to lap and sucks. I let out a moan when his teeth nip at my clit.

I want to scream but I stop when I feel Peeta laugh into my skin before pulling away. "Now Katniss a lady should never make such sounds. It's quite rude."

I laugh at Peeta's mocking of Effie's Capitol accent, I roll my eyes and he smiles.

"I love you too Peeta." His lips return to my center and after a few minutes I feel that twist, becoming well known to me now, that signals my coming orgasm. Peeta rolls my clit between his fingers and this is my undoing. I sit up and run my fingers through his sweat dampened curls.

"You make me feel beautiful." His gaze burns into mine and I want to squirm at the firm set of his stare.

"You ARE beautiful Katniss." I swallow hard and make a mental note to never doubt Peeta when it comes to my looks.

After another few hours I stand again in front of the mirror as Peeta strays me with one last layer of top coat. "The Canvas of Panem, Peeta Mellark's finest work of art."

I hear him laugh into the skin of my neck as his hands wrap around my waist. We both jump when we hear the knock on the door.

"Come in." We both say and then laugh. Cinna steps in followed closely by Portia, both with huge smiles on their faces.

Portia comes over to me and places a gentle kiss to my cheeks. "You are beyond words, my dear. They will not soon forget this." I smile at her and she flits over to Peeta pulling him into the bathroom.

Cinna places his hands on my shoulders and kisses my forehead. "I see all went well. You look radiant, relaxed, and the glow is not an effect made by makeup."

I smile. "Thank you Cinna."

Cinna zips me into the final piece of my dress and Portia and Peeta come out of the bathroom and my mouth starts to water. Peeta is wearing a black suit and dress shirt. The lapel is a dark red and it is a striking contrast to his pale skin and blond curls.

"Wow...you're handsome." I give Peeta a coy smile as I run my hand down the dark red silk. His hand snakes around my waist and I squeal. He places a kiss to my cheek and his breath is a fire on my skin. "My beautiful girl on fire...and I lit it." I moan and he pulls me closer.

We hear a nose from behind us and turn to see Cinna with his arm around Portia's waist. "Effie hasn't shut up about the fact that we have been with you two all morning so she is demanding to see you guys. So lets go guys." Portia says with a smile that tells me that Effie is very much in the dark about all of this.

I separate from Peeta and we all head for Effie's room. "This should be interesting." I say as we knock on her door. Peeta just laughs.