A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! Still trying to adapt to being an "author". Trying to figure it all out. Sorry this is on the longer side but I wanted to keep "the honeymoon" all in one chapter.

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Chapter 10

The sunlight begins to invade the living room and makes its way to my face. I squint my eyes and open them and there he is. All wrapped up beside me with his arms around my waist. I could wake up like this every day. Then it hits me, I am going to wake up like this every single day. The thought makes me smile. I take in the sight of Peeta while I am waking up. He's just so beautiful, majestic even. I see some blonde scruff on his face, illuminating in the morning sunlight. I'm having difficulty not touching his face. I don't want to wake him up. It's bad enough that I disrupt his sleep with my nightmares and thrashing. He must feel me staring at him because his eyes begin to flutter until they open. The color takes my breath away. I don't ever think I could tire of seeing his amazing azure eyes. And when they look at me, I feel as if I'm the only thing they can ever see.

Peeta pulls me closer and lays his soft lips on mine. "Good morning Mrs. Mellark", he says. I like the way it rolls off his tongue and I blush. "Good morning Mr. Mellark", I gush then continue, "so what's on our agenda today?" He smiles "we're staying in bed all day. We'll check Haymitch for a pulse tomorrow." "Think my mother or Prim will come looking for us?" I question. He answers "possibly but I think we'll be fine. You could always call them and tell them you'll be with me all day, and night. We'll tell them our news tomorrow. I just want you all to myself for now. I'll compromise and share tomorrow." Peeta chuckles. He pulls me even closer to his warm body, if that's even possible and kisses me deeply. He only parts when he realizes the fireplace has only embers in it and begins to relight it. He checks the front door to make sure it's locked and then pulls the curtain back to reveal that it's snowing outside. He walks back over to me and scoops me up. "Guess what? It's snowing outside. Everyone will leave us alone, because we'll be snowed in. Problem solved. Are you hungry? I can make us some breakfast." he asks. I look into his eyes and then mine begin to wander down his muscular torso and the rest of his body. He is just stunning. It's really hard not to keep my hands to myself. I'm about to give in and say yes to breakfast when I realize I can have this man anytime I want. I can touch him anytime I want. I can kiss him anytime I want. He belongs to me and only me.

I run my hand through his hair and begin running a finger tip along his jawline like I wanted to when he was sleeping. I take my time, I have all the time in the world right now in this loving moment. I have never felt so powerful, so seductive and playful. I'm no longer embarrassed that we're naked or that we're new to this experience. I just feel so full, complete, wonderful. Like the first sixteen years of my life that I suffered through brought me to the gates of heaven with having Peeta in my life. I wish I could turn back the clock and talk to him when we were eleven. I could have been blessed by his presence five years ago. I didn't know what I was missing. I was stupid for not giving a proper thank you when I should have. All of that is water under the bridge now. Fate has brought us into each others lives and now we're in love.

I continue to lightly trace my finger up and over Peeta's muscles, arms and legs. He's already erect when I get to his manhood. He gasps as I trace my finger all around his private area. An area that is not so private to me anymore, I laugh to myself. His eyes go darker with lust. I move slightly closer to him and the blanket falls away from my breasts. He notices that my nipples are hard and begging for him to touch them. He begins to mimic me and starts running his finger from my face down to my breasts just like I am to him. It feels amazing and it's like we're both trying to seduce the other. He lets his finger move down to my thigh and begins ebbing his way over to my opening. By the time he gets there, I'm already hot for him of course, and when his finger grazes over it, it's like a damn breaks. Peeta beams and says "I can't believe that happens when I touch you." I brush my lips against his ear and reminisce about a line he once used, then whisper "You have no idea the effect you can have." Peeta takes this as permission and he brings me into his lap. I'm straddling him now and we're both moaning from our heated kisses and roaming hands. He cradles each of my breasts and takes turns bringing them into his mouth. My tongue is in his ear, sucking on his earlobes and he's moaning. I lean up slightly so that his erection is directly beneath my opening and I just lightly descend until he finds my wetness on himself. He moans out loud and his eyes turn the darkest blue I've ever seen. He is so far gone with lust that he can't even see straight. I descend farther until he's in me and I gasp at how good he feels. This feels entirely different from before.

Maybe it's that there's no leftover pain, maybe it's that I'm exceptionally moist, maybe it's that I feel in control because I'm in the superior position, I have no idea. I remember his movements from the past two times and I slide him in and out of me. We're both gasping. It feels entirely different to the both of us. Because of my position, I'm able to lean down to his mouth and now I'm the aggressor. I kiss him harder than I ever have before and begin to rock back and forth on him. He feels amazing. This is such a wild feeling! My tongue has a mind of it's own. I'm thrusting my tongue into his mouth and sucking on his lower lip. Our hands are everywhere. I lean him back against the pillows and prop myself up on my arms, rocking us the whole time. He begins to gently thrust inside of me, both of us now starting to sweat. He grabs my buttocks and pulls me even closer to him while he thrusts and something just connects in that moment and I go wild. He has reached a spot he hasn't gotten too before. His eyes roll and he signs in total ecstasy. I am on completely on fire. A few more thrusts and I am having my first real orgasm. I start moaning his name and he just pushes deeper and deeper until he spends himself inside of me. When it's all over, we just stare at each other breathlessly, not moving or willing to break the connection. Peeta grabs me to him and kisses me all over my face, trying to catch his breath and says "I'm voting for you to be on top every time. That was my favorite." I laugh at him and smile "I'll second that."

We get up and decide that it's time to eat something. Peeta begins to cook and says he's going to make me a special treat that his family had on special occasions. It's called Eggs Benedict. He baked some small rolls and while they were browning up, he whipped up a very rich sauce and made eggs. We had some leftover ham in the fridge and he also poured us some coffee. I was going to drink it black when he scrunched up his face and said "why are you drinking it that way? Don't you put sugar in it or cream?" I shook my head no. What do I know about coffee? We could never afford coffee so we just don't have any at my house. Peeta fixed my mug up like his and smiles, "I have a feeling you'd like it light and sweet. You are married to a baker after all. Oh, I forgot the dash of salt. " I take the warm mug into my hands and take a hesitant sip. It's soothing." "Peeta, why did you put a dash of salt in it?" I inquire. He chuckles "it takes the bitterness out. Makes it more enjoyable." I can always count on Peeta to heighten an experience. I watch him move around the kitchen in his pajama pants and prepare our breakfast. When he lays it all out on the table, it looks scrumptious. He motions for me to take the first bite and when it hits my tongue, it tastes delicious. What a treat. I love the sauce! When I'm all done, I stand to place my dish in the sink and pass the sauce pan on the stove. I stick my finger in and lick it off. "Peeta this stuff is great. What's in it?" I ask. "Enough butter to make all of District Twelve fat. That's why we only have it on special occasions. Plus we just couldn't afford all the ingredients at the same time to make it." I think on that and reply "well, since we're both rich, you can make it all the time from now on. Will you still love me if I'm fat?" Peeta laughs and says, "Katniss, you could gain fifty pounds and still be average. You've spent your whole life starving. I think I can live with whatever weight you want to be at. Especially after this morning. Don't change that body part and I'm all good." I slap his shoulder and pull him in for a kiss. He's such a man.

I break the kiss and head up the stairs to the bathroom. It's time for a bath. I need to just soak and relax for a bit. I know Peeta and I are not done today. He gets up and begins to follow me. "Where do you think you're going?" I ask. "Wherever you are" he replies. I laugh and say "Oh no you're not. I'm going to take a bath and relax. A little Katniss time for me." He smiles that boyish grin and counters "can I watch?" "If you watch me take a bath, you're going to get me all hot and bothered while I'm trying to relax. How is that fair?" He smiles again "Listen Katniss, married life is all about compromise. So here's a small ultimatum for you. I can either watch you take a bath or I can get in the tub with you. Either way, I told you you're mine today and I mean it. Choose whichever you like but I'm not leaving your side." I think on this. This boy is painting me into a corner. Not an unpleasant corner but none the less, a corner. My competitive side begins to creep forward. I bet I can hold out longer than him. He'll get us both all hot and bothered but he won't want to satisfy himself, he'll want me. Then I'll win when I walk away without satisfying his need. I'll live, he'll be begging like a child.

"Okay Peeta, you win, again. You can watch me" I coo. I head upstairs, pour my bath and toss in some bath salts and soap mix. Peeta just stares at me as I tie my hair up and strip down to nothing. I run my hands over my body a bit, trying to ignore the fact that he's there but knowing that I'm setting a trap for him later. I can see he's already erect. I think he could go all day he's so horny all the time. Sorry, but this body needs mild breaks in between. I begin to lather myself and bath, making sure my breasts are peeking out of the water. I keep touching them and moaning. Peeta can't handle it anymore and he starts taking off his pajama pants. I tease him, "Oh no, what do you think you're doing?" He smiles and says, "I'm getting in the tub". I shake my head "oh no you're not. I told you that you could watch. No hands on participation in this bath time. Maybe next time." He looks defeated, like I took candy away from him. Then he brightens "you're going to get out of the tub eventually though. Can I touch you then?" I shake my head again "did I or did I not say that you would get us all hot and bothered if you came upstairs? But no, you insisted. This body needs a break. You're out of luck for a while husband." He rethinks his position, realizing that I'm trying to beat him at this little game and ultimatum.

He takes his clothes off and stands there like the god he is. I flush warm. Damn him. He lets his eyes wander all over me and he does the unthinkable, he begins to stroke himself. He starts moaning and puts his hand against the wall to steady himself. His eyes never leave mine and my body. He is visualizing what he cannot see and begins just trying to pleasure himself. My mind is rolling. It is wildly erotic watching him do this and I am surprisingly turned on by it. I begin to waver in my original plan. He is just so damn hot. After a some time, Peeta's breath quickens and he comes right there in front of me. I have never born witness to that so I'm slightly surprised and intrigued. I also am at the point that I want him to touch me and he's already spent himself. He's just standing there dripping on the floor. He looks a little smug and says to me "well, I can take care of myself when need be" implying that I cannot. I stand up, bubbles sliding off of me. I grab a towel, pat dry and step out, smiling the whole time. I get a little closer to him, touch my finger to his now deflated erection and slide some of his wetness onto it. I bring my finger to my lips and suck on my finger, really dragging on the moment and never breaking from his gaze. In my best seductive voice I whisper "well, it's too bad you did that Peeta." I touch my finger to him again, pick up some more and place it once again in my mouth and suck on my finger. "Such a shame" I say under my breath as I walk away naked.

I think I hear Peeta start to cry.

Check mate.

After a while, Peeta comes out of the bathroom. He had taken a shower to cool himself down and he smells fresh. He sits down on the coach and faces me. "That was a dirty trick you played on me Mrs. Mellark." I smile at him and reply "I tried to warn you Mr. Mellark. It's not like I don't want you Peeta but my body needs to relax just a little bit. As good as it feels, you're shoving something in there that's larger than the canal. Put yourself in my shoes. I have no idea how women even push babies out of it! As hot as I am for you, I need to pace myself so I enjoy those moments with you. You wouldn't want me be in pain during our lovemaking, would you?" Peeta immediately understands and feels guilty. "Katniss, I am so sorry. It just didn't occur to me to approach it that way. I was so focused on spending every single moment with you today that I just got carried away. I don't want you to get tired of me. Not today or any other day. I just wanted to be with you, that's all." He looks so sincere. He is such a great guy. It's impossible for me to be upset with him. He just makes me want him all over again.

I pull him into my arms and brush his hair out of his eyes. I kiss his lips, taking my time. He plants kisses all along my jawline , grazing my mouth and down to my neck and collar bone. The fire is going in front of us and it's obvious the sexual tension is increasing tenfold in the room. Peeta and I make love again. We both voted for me on top again. Simply amazing and euphoric. Peeta and I bring out the best in each other. We spend all day in front of the fire. Touching each other, talking, making love. It's evening now and time for dinner. We hear a knock on the door after the knob doesn't twist open. Peeta whispers into my ear "Stay still and don't talk. Maybe whoever it is will go away." Just then the small window next to the door smashes and a hand reaches through to open the door. Peeta is up in a flash pulling on his pants and I cover myself. The door swings open and a drunken Haymitch comes through the door. Peeta yells at him "Damn it Haymitch! You just broke the window! Damn it!" Haymitch gets his bearings and says "the door was locked. It's never locked. I thought something might be wrong. Besides, it's Tuesday. We always have dinner together on Tuesdays. Prim said she hadn't heard from you two all day and I came to check on you both. I panicked when the door was locked. It's never locked."

Peeta exhales and nods "you're right Haymitch, it's never locked. And it's Tuesday and we forgot about dinner. We haven't made anything yet. You'll have to eat over at the Everdeen's for tonight. I apologize. Katniss and I are spending the entire day together, just us."

Haymitch glances over Peeta's right shoulder and notices me for the first time. It's obvious what we've been up to. He looks from Peeta to me and back again. Then he takes a deep breath and says "There goes another ten years off of my life! Did I or did I not, make it clear when I found you two the first time. This is a bad idea with the Quell coming up. I know we decided whose living or dying but there are consequences to your actions when screwing around." Peeta responds, "Haymitch, I appreciate your concern for us but we're not screwing around. You know we're in love with each other. We're making love. Call it what it is."

Haymitch laughs, "Making love? What are you thirty? You're a horny teenage boy. You don't know the first thing about making love to a woman. And by the way, while we're on it, did you use protection? Of course not! You're 'making love' and being irresponsible at the same time! You'll be cranking out little Mellarks in no time if you keep this up!" Peeta is trying to control his emotions. Truthfully, the protection thing slipped my mind. We are just so stupid anyway. Haymitch isn't far from the mark about that. I haven't visited my mother for her little blue vial of potion this time. I'm oddly at ease over it. If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be. We'll just have to be more careful in the meantime. Haymitch is still ranting, "Peeta, in less six months, Katniss and I are going to be in the Quarter Quell fighting for our lives against god only knows and twenty two other VICTORS. Did you hear me right? VICTORS man. They won the frigging games before. They're been mentoring every single year since they've won. They've seen it all. Granted you won by some miracle, but this is your first year behind the scenes in the Control Room. Can you imagine Katniss six months pregnant trying to run from one of my blood thirsty friends? Christ man! You two being intimate is a real problem for this team. I can try to get you some birth control but it's going to cost me a lot of favors. The Capitol WANTS you two in love, married and pregnant, like yesterday." Peeta signs, sits down on the couch and puts his head in his hands, he looks at me then back at Haymitch. "Well they got two out of three so far Haymitch" he says. Haymitch stands there a minute, looks around taking in the scene again and then Peeta explains, "We had our toasting. It's official. At least until we get to the Justice Building tomorrow to put it in writing." Haymitch just sighs "To be young, in love and stupid again. Ah you kids will be the death of me. I'll get you some protection on the next train." He turns and slams the door behind him.

Peeta makes his way back to me and sighs, "Well I think that went well."