I throw the orange at Thresh, and he catches it inches away from his face. Running through the pathway to get to the door, I swing it open. Peeta looks down at me, his dazzling smile showing and he smells of cinnamon and mint. I hug him, and he kisses my cheek before releasing me. I blush, leading him by the arm to the kitchen where Thresh sits quietly, bouncing the orange off of a cabinet.

"Thresh this is Peeta. Peeta, Thresh." I say and Peeta is about to shake his hand when Thresh looks down, too shy to do it. Peeta raises an eyebrow at him, shaking his head. He leans against the wall, starting a conversation with me.

"Cato hurt himself." Peeta says, his eyes darting back to Thresh for a moment.

"How?" I ask.

"He was drunk, surprisingly enough." His voice is thick with sarcasm. "Some guy tried to push the wrong Cato around and got punched in the eye. The guy had friends." I nod in understanding. Cato, I'm starting to believe, hearing the stories the others tell me, has a drinking problem. To the point where I think of him and that's the first thing that comes to mind: A drunk.

Thresh looks out the back door, as I say "How's he hurt? Broken bones or more like bruises?"

"Busted his lip and eyebrow open, and he sprained his wrist. There were people there to break it up so it's not as bad as it could have been."

I shake my head, chuckling at his ignorance. Cato's a big guy, but that doesn't mean he'll always win. I decide to drop the subject, smiling as Peeta as I see he watches my hips while I walk to sit next to Thresh. Peeta sits beside me, leaning forward so he can see my very quiet friend.

"You look familiar…" He mutters, scratching his blonde locks. Thresh shrugs, staring down at his thumbs, twiddling them. "Where do you live?" Peeta asks, a question that demands a response.

"Cleen Avenue." He mutter, his eyes lifting just for a moment to meet Peeta's.

"I live on Carmel." He says, and I faintly remember seeing the 'Cleen Av' sign driving away from Peeta's house. Apparently they're right next to each other.

Thresh studies him for a moment, showing no sign of emotion. "You that baker's boy son?" He asks, and Peeta nods. "I remember your father from football camp a couple years ago. I hated him." Peeta looks at him for a moment, shaking off the comment.

"There's a lot to hate, I guess." He mumbles. "I didn't see you in school this year. What happened?"

"Got transferred." His answer is not only short but curt. Peeta looks at me and I give him a look that says 'wait for it, he's actually nice'. I remember I was terrified to talk to him at first, but Peeta's not at all. I find that weird. Maybe he just doesn't like guys as much. I decide to intervene.

"So Thresh are you going to be the next big millionaire football player?" I walk behind him, taking my phone off the counter, standing by the window.

"That's what I'm hoping for." He looks at me, and his eyes are once again young and friendly. Now if he were to turn to Peeta, they'd be dark and intimidating. Peeta shifts, his boot scraping against the ground, catching my attention. I find myself watching the muscles in his arms as he clenches and unclenches his fist, screaming inside. His t-shirt is tight against his chest, showing off his broad shoulders. I look to his eyes, and he's smiling at me, raising an eyebrow as if waiting for me to answer a question.

"Wait, what?" I ask, feeling foolish. Thresh is sitting right there, and he saw why I was distracted.

"I said," He smirks, "Me and a couple of the others are going to hang out at Glimmers house. You want to come?"

Really? In front of Thresh? "Uh… yeah sure." I say, "No Johanna right?"

"If I wouldn't if go Johanna was going, I know you wouldn't."

I nod as Thresh pulls out his phone, its light reflecting off his face. "I got to go." He says. "My mom's going to work and I need to watch Rue." The option of asking if Rue'd like to come over here pops in my head, but I leave the situation be.

"Alright, thanks for coming by. I'll text you." I say as he waves and walks out of the kitchen. Peeta says goodbye, but gets a grumble in return. When he's gone he turns to me, a funny look on his face.

"That was weird. Didn't know I did something wrong."

"I don't think you did. I guess he gets more comfortable with girls faster than guys since we're supposed to be all soft and harmless. Maybe he's had a bad past." I suggest.

"I've lived around the corner from him for years, though I never knew his name. I would have if he was some kind of dramatic sob story. It's a tight neighborhood, word travels fast."

"Well…" I say, walking towards him slowly, a smile spreading on my lips. "We're alone finally. Prim's upstairs showering. What do you want to do?" I walk to him, tossing a leg over his, sitting on his lap.

He smirks, but doesn't reply. He cups a hand around my neck, pulling my lips to his, and I place my hands gingerly on his jaw. His arms wrap around me immediately, locking me in place. I listen intently for little feet pattering down the steps, but there's nothing. My hands run down his neck, resting on his chest, dying to touch those muscles. The wheels turn in my head, thinking of somewhere in the house we'd never be found, wouldn't be heard. My room? No. Here? Hell no. I try desperately knowing now that we've started neither of us will want to stop.

"Katniss?" He whispers against my lips, and I pull away looking him in the eye. "Should we really be doing this here?"

I ponder a moment, looking back towards the living room. It's like my insides are reaching out to him, begging him to please them. He plants kisses, soft and warm, on my neck and I close my eyes, running a hand through his hair. I moan, halfway because of the feeling, halfway because I want to rip off his shirt right there. I can feel how bad he wants me through his jeans, and that doesn't make the situation any better. I hop off of his lap abruptly, and he stares at me, confused.

"Wh-?"

"Come." I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him upstairs. I have no idea where I'm taking him, but I know I want him to take me.

He chuckles. "Where do we plan on doing this?" He asks quietly, but I shush him, opening my door and pushing him in, holding up a finger as if to say "One minute."

I walk to Prims door, knocking once before entering. She's sitting on the floor, singing some song about a girl who doesn't know she's beautiful. "Prim." I snap and she looks up, an eyebrow raised, her wet hair falling to her shoulders. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't hurt yourself, I'll be a half an hour." She waves me off, uncaring.

I shut her door, walking to mine and opening it, seeing Peeta sitting on the corner of my bed. Without a word I grab his shirt, tugging him into my bathroom, slamming the door. "Fancy." He mutters with a smile, watching me.

"I know right?" I joke. I walk towards the bathtub, turning on the water, letting it run as I turn back, letting Peeta smash his lips against mine. He wastes no time ripping my shirt off, pushing me against the wall, grabbing me like I'm his lifeline. I find myself moaning as he uses his thumb to tilt my chin up, deepening the kiss, undoing the button of my jeans. I run my hands under his shirt, feeling his chest expand with every breath.

Peeta tugs the waistband of my jeans and the fall, pooling at my feet. I step out of them, pulling his t-shirt over his head, running my hands down his body. He moans as I kiss his jawline, sucking slightly. He intertwines a hand in my hair and he pulls my head back so he can get to my neck. I practically rip his zipper down, Peeta taking his pants off for me, reconnecting our lips.

"Peeta…" I breathe as he reaches his long arms around me, quickly unclasping my bra. I fling it away, bringing his bare chest flush with mine as he grabs my behind, squeezing. He smiles against my lips as I whimper, wanting him so bad.

He moves both hands under my panties, one on each hip, sliding them down my legs suddenly lifting me up, placing me down on the counter and I grab the faucet of the sink for balance. I try to keep my legs closed, feeling embarrassed, but he places a hands on my thighs, spreading them. He pushes his body against mine, growling like an animal. I pull his boxers down, straddling his hips with my legs.

"Oh, Peeta please!" I cry, dying for that feeling, for him to be inside me. He quiets me by kissing me hastily, finally pushing himself into me. I cry against his mouth, my hands forming into claws, digging into the skin of his back. He's quiet at first, just a moan here and there, but eventually those deep groans I love start to emanate from inside him, making me smile. My insides clench with every thrust, his girth making it all the better.

"Katniss," He mumbles over the sound of the water rushing into the tub and my cries. He keeps one hand on my hips, placing the other on the mirror behind me, our bodies moving in harmony. His growls grow and become more frequent, and as do my pleads and obscenities.

"Peeta!" I gasp as I reach my climax as he pushes himself into me harder and faster. My thighs squeeze his hips as I throw my head back in ecstasy, and he slows down after cumming inside of me. We sit there, staring into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. He pulls out, leaning down and shutting off the water. He stands back up and I peck him on the lips. Peeta pulls up his boxers, smiling at me as I try to conceal my body as quick as possible.

"You're gorgeous Katniss. Beautiful." He smiles, my face turning bright red. "Shall we get dressed and go meet up with the others?"

"Yeah, I just got to do something with Prim." I mumble, realizing that she might have heard us.