Warning: Mature content ahead!

~Peeta~

Making love to Katniss was the most delicious and intoxicating experience of my entire life. Everything about it felt so right and so natural that, even being my first time, I felt like I knew just how to please her and make her understand the way I felt about her. We had become one not only physically, but emotionally, mentally, and every other way a person can become united with another. I felt that my very soul was now tied to her.

We lay there on the deck, our limbs tangled together. I could hear her heart beating with my head on her breasts. It was lulling me to sleep. But she suddenly shivered violently, snapping me awake. I realized that I was getting cold too.

Our actions earlier had kept us warm, but now that we were just lying here on the deck in the open frigid air, our body temperatures were declining.

I sat up and Katniss pulled me back down. "No," she whined. "I don't want to leave."

I chuckled against her breasts as she held me down. "Katniss, you're shivering."

I saw her lips tremble from the cold and heard her teeth chatter before she flexed her jaw and replied, "No, I'm not."

I leaned up to kiss her. Pulling away I said, "Come on, I have an idea."

Katniss groaned but rose as I pulled her up with me. I gathered her dress and other layers and handed them to her. I found my own clothes and hurriedly pulled them back on as my teeth began to chatter as well.

After we were both dressed, I kissed her warmly again before leaning down to pick up the picnic basket and the blanket that now smelled like our love-making. It was such a heady smell that I momentarily considered throwing Katniss down onto it and making love to her again.

We opened the door that led back inside the ship and walked hand-in-hand toward my suite. I kept glancing at Katniss, unable to help myself since she wore such a bright smile. She noticed my staring and looked over at me, blushing and giggling.

If we were to encounter anyone on our way back to the suite, I think it would be quite obvious what we had just done.

We didn't encounter anyone, however, and when we reached my suite, I opened the door and motioned for Katniss to enter.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, looking around.

"It's a surprise."

"Don't you think you've given me enough tonight?" she said, smiling warmly at me.

"Definitely not."

I led her into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. I immediately dropped the blanket and picnic basket and grabbed her waist, pulling her to me. She gasped as I kissed her passionately, pushing my tongue into her mouth.

She sighed and allowed me entrance as her tongue began to dance with mine. I kept moving my hands, wanting to touch her everywhere that I possibly could. She gasped again as I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled them into mine so she could feel my desire for her.

"Peeta…" she moaned as I devoured her mouth again.

Her hands wove into my hair and tugged which caused my manhood to twitch against her.

I moved my arms to wrap under her buttocks and lifted her. I carried her over to the bed, my mouth not leaving hers, and I gently laid her down, hovering over.

Her legs locked around my thighs, pulling me closer to her so that my manhood would push against her core. She moaned loudly and I began to run my hands over her breasts.

She threw her head back and let out a breathy sigh. I massaged her breasts through her dress until she apparently couldn't take anymore and sat up to undo the laces of her dress. She shimmied out of it and threw it aside as I pulled down her chemise, exposing her breasts to me. Her nipples were taut and puckered and I immediately devoured one with my mouth, sucking, licking, biting gently.

She moaned and pulled me closer to her with her legs as I moved onto the other breast. I felt her begin to undo the buttons of my shirt as she had done earlier, and pushed it off my shoulders. She ran her hands beneath my undershirt and I felt my skin flinch from the touch of her cold fingers.

She grabbed the hem of my undershirt and yanked it over my head, forcing me to pull away from her breast. Before I could continue pleasing her, she put her hands on my face and pulled me back to her mouth. She kissed me with such heat that I became breathless and dizzy. I was quickly losing control and she knew it.

She pushed me back with her hands until I was flat on my back and she was on top of me. I groaned as she began to kiss and lick down my jaw, my neck, my chest, making a trail down my abdomen. Her fingers played with the fine dark hair that began below my navel and disappeared into my pants. She looked up at me as her kissing led to the top of my pants, giving me a dark, seductive look. I audibly swallowed and she hooked her fingers into the top of my pants and pulled them down along with my underclothes.

My manhood sprung free, throbbing with arousal. I sighed at the relief of having it free. She tugged my pants off of my legs and then moved back up to my manhood.

She looked at it a moment, not moving, an unreadable expression on her face. I felt myself flush, being at her scrutiny and mercy like this. I began to shift uncomfortably, when her eyes darted up to mine. She must have seen my discomfort reflected in my eyes, because she moved back up to my face. Prepared for her to kiss me again, I was completely unprepared for her hand that wrapped around my manhood.

I let out a loud shaky groan and felt my mouth fall open. My eyes closed of their own accord and I pushed my head back into the pillows.

I heard her chuckle softly above me as she continued to stroke me, up and down. She continued until I could feel myself getting close. I felt myself tense and I quickly pulled her hand away from me.

Confused, she looked at me. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I just…I was about to…I don't want to be done yet," I chuckled uncomfortably.

"Oh," she breathed, nodding her head knowingly.

I put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her down to kiss me again. As we kissed, I pushed her to lie on her back and laid on my side beside her. I helped her remove her underclothes, then I let one of my hands trail down between her breasts, down her abdomen, past her navel, until I reached her folds that were slick with arousal.

I felt my manhood twitch knowing that I had done that to her.

I slipped my fingers between her folds, probing her entrance and sliding back out to find that place that brought her such pleasure.

I knew I had found it when her hips bucked off of the bed. I continued to massage the spot gently, then had an idea. I slid two fingers down to her entrance and pushed them into her, as I let my thumb continue to rub her sensitive spot. She moaned loudly and I looked up at her.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hair splayed out over the pillows, her mouth had fallen open, and her arms were flung over her head. She looked so beautiful. I was sure I could get drunk on the sight before me.

I continued pleasing her with my fingers until she cried out, "Peeta!" I felt her walls contract around my fingers and a surge of wetness covered them.

Unable to control myself anymore, I moved over her and quickly entered her. She gasped with pleasure as I began to thrust in and out of her. Her tight, wet walls were sure to bring me to my release momentarily.

I panted above her as I felt my release approaching fast. I looked into her eyes that were now open, gazing at me with such tenderness that I suddenly felt the tightening in my abdomen release. My body went still above her, my head fell back, my jaw went slack, and I felt myself spill inside of her.

I collapsed onto her and shuddered as the rest of my release left me. I felt her kissing my head and heard her murmuring things to me.

I was so content and so caught up in her that I didn't even realize I was missing supper and that Mother would be expecting me.

~Katniss~

Peeta lay on my breasts, catching his breath, completely spent as I smoothed his hair. I never wanted to leave this bed. I wanted to lay naked and tangled up with him forever.

Until the door to his bedroom suddenly flew open.

Peeta's eyes got wide and he scrambled to get off of me and cover us with the sheets.

"Peeta!" I heard a woman screech.

Peeta had moved to block me from his mother's view, but I could see her as I peered around his shoulder.

She was not alone, however. That blonde girl that had followed Peeta to the dance the other night was with her, along with a few other upper class women.

All of them were gaping at us, except for Peeta's mother who was wearing a deep scowl and had a smug look on her face as if she expected to catch us here.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Peeta's mother screeched again.

"I-I-I…Mother, please – just let us get dressed and then I'll explain!" Peeta sounded so distressed that I felt my heart constrict.

"I don't think there is anything to explain, Peeta Mellark! I've just found you naked in bed with a woman who isn't your fiancée!"

My ears perked up at the word fiancée. Peeta had a fiancée? I felt a flush creep up my neck and into my cheeks. Then a flood of emotions overwhelmed me. Anger, guilt, and heartbrokenness. Peeta had betrayed me. I felt disgusting.

"Fiancée?" I squeaked out, surprising myself.

I saw the blood drain from Peeta's face as he turned to me, sputtering for words. "No! No, I-"

His mother cut him off. "Yes, fiancée! This is his fiancée, Madge, right here!" She grabbed Madge's arm and yanked her forward, making sure that I got a good look at her.

Madge began to say something, but Peeta's mother cut her off. "They're getting married shortly after the ship docks," she said smugly.

My vision became blurry as my eyes welled up with tears. I felt Peeta's hands on either side of my face.

"Katniss, no! I'm not marrying her!" His voice seemed so far away.

I pushed his hands off of me and stood up, not caring that I was exposed to these people. I felt the evidence of our love-making leak out of me and run down my thighs. I hurriedly put my dress back on, feeling completely used and dirty.

Peeta scooted to the edge of the bed, covering himself with a blanket, and reached down for his pants. He yanked them back on and strode over to me as I began to walk toward the door.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around. "Katniss, you have to believe me! I – "

I cut him off with a slap so hard that my hand went numb from the sting. His head spun to the side and he kept it there a moment, as if he was reorienting himself. I felt my anger overpowering all of the other emotions that I was feeling.

He looked back to me with glassy eyes, ready to say something but I cut him off. "Don't you ever speak to me again!"

His eyes became desperate and he tried to reach for me, but I shrugged him off and stormed toward the door. Everyone that had gathered in the room moved out of the way so that I could make my exit.

I stormed out of the suite, ignoring Peeta's pleas to wait, and I didn't stop until I had reached the railing at the stern of the ship where I threw up.