Title: Katniss Everdeen's Rules to Live By

Rating: Definite M

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, no copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 10: Should Have Known

A/N: Warning…explicit sexual content ahead…

When the movie ends, I am reluctant to leave the warmth of Peeta's arms. I'm not one to cuddle, so I am more than a little bit surprised by my feelings of comfort being with him. I can no longer deny that I am falling for him.

Peeta shuts off the movie and lifts my chin. His eyes sparkle despite the dim lighting of the living room and his mouth covers my own in a gentle kiss. I almost tell him to stop, but then I remember that I am no longer contagious and Peeta said he had a strong immune system anyway.

So instead, I go about enjoying the kiss. I love the feel of his lips, slightly chapped rubbing against my own. I love it even more when he slips his tongue inside my mouth and pulls me closer to him.

Peeta shifts our bodies so that he is lying on top of me, his arms supporting his weight on either side of my body. Warmth radiates inside of me and begins to pool low in my belly. I try to fight the arousal that I am feeling from just kissing him, but I know that it is a battle I am not likely to win.

I thread my fingers through Peeta's unruly blond locks and pull him down so that his full body is flush against my own. I can feel his hard length touching my thigh and my body begs me to take things further.

But I'm trying to reform myself, and even though Peeta seems to be enjoying himself now, he may not actually want to do anything else with me. It takes all of my will power, but I wrench my face away from his and gently push him off of me.

Peeta is panting and his face is flushed pink. He looks so sexy, and I almost immediately regret stopping him.

"Katniss? Is something wrong?"

I shake my head. "No, but I…I should probably head home now, it's kinda late."

Peeta's gaze flicks to a clock on the living room wall and then back at me. "It's not that late, and I don't have work tomorrow. Do you?"

"No, I don't."

He looks at me, clearly confused. "What's the issue then? Did I offend you or make you upset in some way?"

I sigh and sit back down on the sofa. Apparently he isn't going to let this go. "Look Peeta, I like you. I like you a lot, but I'm trying to take things slow, for you. I know I kind of surprised you with my 'let's jump right into bed' attitude before, so I want to take things slower. I want to do this on your terms."

The corners of his lips turn up into a smile. "I like you a lot too…"

I wait for him to say that he appreciates my efforts in taking it slow, or something along those lines. But that isn't what comes out of his mouth next.

"And of tired of taking things slow. I want you." His blue eyes are fixated on me, the pupils dilated with arousal.

I don't know what to make of this new, horny Peeta. I'm really not sure what has gotten into him at all. "Umm…this is a sudden change of heart, isn't it?"

He shrugs. "Not really. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, but I didn't want to rush into anything, and when you wanted to sleep with me after our first date, I was in shock. It was too soon for me, I wanted to make sure that you just didn't want sex; that you wanted an actual relationship with me, and now I think that you do."

If only he knew how true his words are. But that is the old me. The new me does want to try a real relationship with Peeta.

I grin at him and throw my arms around his neck. "Yes, I do. I want a real relationship with you. I want to be with you."

Peeta's lips crash into mine and the sheer force of it propels me back against the wall. I return his kiss hungrily and the passion between us explodes. His hands are everywhere, in my hair, then tracing down my sides, then down to my ass as he lifts me up against the wall.

I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, feeling his erection grinding against me.

"Peeta!" I call out his name as his lips move from my mouth to my neck, scraping his teeth across my sensitive skin. I'm on fire, pure molten heat flows through every one of my veins.

Peeta hoists me up a bit further and proceeds to carry me down the hall into his bedroom. He gently sets me down on his bed and kneels before me, taking off my shoes and socks and then removing his own.

He's back on me in an instant, kissing my lips, my neck, and pulling down the collar of my shirt to get to my shoulder.

"Just take it off," I growl at him, impatient to feel his lips on every inch of my skin.

Peeta rids me of my shirt and sheds his as well. His toned body is a masterpiece, beautiful and masculine at the same time.

It doesn't take him long to make his way to my breasts and when he claws at the clasp of my bra, I lean up to help him take it off.

His lips trail kisses across my left breast, sending goosebumps over my flesh. But when he takes my nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle it, I can't help the desperate moan that escapes my lips.

Peeta takes his time worshipping both of my breasts before kissing his way down my stomach to the waistline of my pants. He pauses for a moment and then glances up at me. "May I?"

I nod fervently. "Y…yes."

His long fingers deftly unbutton and unzip my jeans, sliding them down and off of my body. My panties follow quickly afterward, landing somewhere on the floor by my pants.

I can feel his gaze raking over my naked body, taking in every inch of bare skin. "Wow, you're so beautiful."

I close my eyes when I feel his finger slide across my clit and into my wet center. "Mmm…and so wet."

I don't reply to him, I just focus on the sensation of one, and then two of his fingers gliding across my folds and then dipping inside, teasing me. "Peeta, stop teasing me!"

He chuckles. "Shh…just let me enjoy myself, okay?"

I whimper at him in response. He withdraws his fingers, and I open my eyes just in time to see him lick his lips and pull my thighs further apart so that he can rest in between them. The first flick of his tongue against my clit has me crying out in pleasure, and when he thrusts his fingers inside of me and curls them upwards, my back arches and my hips buck so hard that I nearly hit him in the head. The sensation of his fingers and tongue against me is quickly pulling me towards a powerful climax.

The pleasure builds into a shuddering crescendo, sending me over the edge. My walls throb around his fingers and I cry out his name once again.

I lay there, spent, for a few moments, letting the pleasant after effects of my orgasm wash over my body. I knew it. I knew that he would be good at that.

When I am fully recovered, I flip Peeta onto his back and yank at his pants, eager to get them off of his body. "Whoa there, those are my favorite jeans!"

"I don't care," I growl at him, finally pulling the fabric free and discarding them over my shoulder. I look down and admire the large bulge that has formed underneath of his gray boxer briefs.

I waste no time tugging those down as well. Peeta's erection springs free, hard and ready and my hand immediately trails down to stroke it.

He is firm and warm in my hand, and I desperately want to taste him and return the favor, but he stops me. "Katniss, please…I just want to be inside of you."

I nod in agreement, the desire of anticipation building up inside of me. I lay back on the bed while Peeta ruffles through the drawer in his nightstand. "Fuck!"

I lean up, peering over his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

He pounds his fist angrily at the pillow beside him. "I…I don't have any condoms."

Well, doesn't that suck? But wait… "I'm on birth control and I'm clean. I'll assume you're clean as well."

He nods. "Of course. Are you sure it's okay? I can still pull out if you want me to."

"No need. We will be fine."

Peeta breathes a sigh of relief and settles himself on top of me. In one quick motion, he sheathes himself inside of me and we both moan at the contact.

I hitch my thighs over his hips and meet him thrust for thrust. He leans down and kisses me, pulling my head up with one hand while the other braces his body. Our lips and tongues meld together in sync with our bodies. He keeps a slow pace, much slower than the usual fast and furious sex that I am used to.

I can't help but to enjoy the slowness of it, the passion that burns between us.

Both of us start to breathe heavier as Peeta shifts us so that his pelvis rubs against my clit as he moves.

"Come for me Katniss," he demands. And I do, waves of ecstasy crash over my body and after a few more thrusts, Peeta joins me.

We lay there, panting, our skin slick with sweat as we both come down from our high. "Wow…just wow."

I laugh lightly. "My thoughts exactly."

We clean ourselves up and crawl back into his bed, still naked. "You're staying the night, right?"

I smile at him and kiss his forehead. "Of course."

Peeta smiles back and holds me as we both start to fall asleep.

A/N: So, how do you think Katniss will react when she wakes up in Peeta's bed?