Sorry for my tardiness (again). I didn't like this chapter much, so I wanted to fix it and make it better. I still am not sure it is okay, but I've been told that it is nice.

I forgot all along to do something important! I have to thank my lovely sister neophytehgfan on Tumblr for pre-reading all the chapters of this work! You're the sweetest and I love you.

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Now, on to reading!

Katniss' POV

"Are we there yet?"

I chuckle as Peeta struggles to keep up with my pace. He didn't complain this much the last time we came to the woods. But that was probably because it was his first time out of the fence – it's up only to keep dangerous animals out of the district now.

I can still remember the awe in his eyes as he looked everywhere, taking it all in for future use in his paintings – I know it, I saw them. His heavy feet pounded on the forest floor noisily, crunching leaves and snapping twigs, just like now, but not even then I cared about it. We were and are here to celebrate.

"We're not that far." I say. I stop so that Peeta can catch up and take his hand when he's near.

Peeta pulls me to his chest, his arms wrapping around me, and kisses me. One of those lingering kisses that we have been enjoying so much since the first in my living room because they are for us only. "Remind me why we are out here." he asks me, his lips a breath from mine.

"Celebrating our first anniversary?" The statement turns into a question as Peeta's mouth travels down my neck, kissing and nibbling.

"And couldn't we do that in bed?"

I giggle – god, how does he make me giggle? - and squat him in the chest. "C'mon."

It isn't long before we arrive, hand in hand, to the little slope that I could recognize everywhere. We climb up to the top and I sigh happily at the sight in front of us. The lake shines as the summer middle morning sun illuminates it. The shore is sandy and grassy at the same time, end everything around the blue, perfect mirror of water is green and luscious. The quiet is weirdly heightened by the voices of birds hidden in the trees. In the corner closer to us, my father's cabin.

I glance at Peeta, biting my lip to hide a smile. I shove him and yell, "Race you!"

"Hey!" With that we both run down pass the house and to the lake, a trail of clothes and the backpack Peeta insisted to take with us discarded behind us.

Without pause, we jump in the lake, laughing and shrieking when the semi-cold water hits our heated skin. We splash around, swimming – well, I swim, Peeta just floats – around each other and playing games of who can stay longer underwater and who can drown the other first.

It is all exactly like the first time we came here together. And like that first time, we soon find ourselves in the other's arms, our fingers caressing faces and hair, our lips locked in an heated kiss.

We are so lucky to have this. Thanks to the other's presence, our bad days are fewer and fewer. Peeta hasn't had an episode in almost seven months, and my nightmares aren't always so unbearable anymore. I think that what really is helping us is the promise we made to each other to always be there and to never give up on us. And also this fire, this hunger that he wakes in me every time he kisses me. I've never felt this with anyone else, and he's the only one that can chase this fire away when it gets too strong that I'm afraid I will combust.

I break the kiss and Peeta's lips instantly go to my neck. "Let's get out."

"I don't know." he mumbles against my skin. "I'm pretty good here."

I take his face between my hands so he can see the mischievous grin I'm sporting. "But you'll be better on the cot in the cabin."

Peeta doesn't waste a second. He throws me over his shoulder and gives me a little spank that makes me yelp and giggle again. He runs out of the lake as best as the water allows him, his prosthetic slipping on the wet bank for a second.

He puts me back on my feet only when we've passed the threshold. I attach my mouth to the delicate skin over his Adam's apple and he groans, the vibration of the sound making my lips tingle.

We move blindly in the cabin. The floor under our feet whispers out as the memories of our last time here guide our steps. Luckily, the back of my knees hit the cot, and I fall on it, bringing Peeta down with me.

Oh yes, it is all like the last time. Sure, we both were more shy back then, the inexperience of two virgins making the whole action clumsy and embarrassing. But the way Peeta's eyes burn with lust, the way his hands worship my body like it was the most perfect piece of art, never shying away from my scars – matching his – but kissing every one of them reverently, the voice in which he whispers the words of his unconditional love. It all is the same.

Afterward, we lie on our sides facing each others, matching, sedated grins on our flushed faces. Peeta takes my left hand and brings it to his lips, then he kisses the thin golden band he insisted he give me for our toasting, exactly a year ago.

"Real or not real?" he whispers.

I move my hand on his cheek, my thumb grazing his cheekbone lovingly. "Real."

His grin gets even bigger as he moves closer and gives me a long, lingering kiss. "Happy anniversary, Mrs Mellark."

I groan. "I told you not to call me that."

"Well, I'll do it anyway."

I laugh despite my protest. "Happy anniversary, Peeta."

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