Okay, okay...I am so so sorry for taking this long to update. This was a particulary long chapter to type and it took me forever to get typed up. And I'm sick at the moment. I promise to try and update at least once a week. I hope this chapter is better. As always please let me know what you think. Love you guys!


The rest of the morning we spent hiking in the mountains around our cabin.

Shortly after breakfast Peeta and I start going through the remainder of the cabin to see what was there. We found a room in the very back that was filled with thing for entertainment purposes.

A projector that creates a giant holographic television, a small card table for us to play different assorted games, and sure enough we found a bow and arrow and a giant paint palette, and multiple canvases for Peeta.

While we have been hiking around the woods all day we stop occasionally for Peeta to sketch something while I hunt. I can feel myself completely relaxing, letting go of any pent up stress. Peeta visibly relaxes as well.

Occasionally I catch Peeta staring at me. Or better yet admiring me, I only know that because of the bulge in his pant. At some point in the hike I hear him gasp. I stop dead in my tracks and turn with my bow already loaded looking for my target.

Instead I see Peeta with a terrified look on his face, and all the blood has drained from his face.

"What is it?! What's wrong?!"

"L-Last night…Katniss…we didn't use….ANYTHING! What if-what if you get pregnant?!"

Oh yeah about that. I instantly relax, dropping my bow.

"It's ok Peeta!" I had to suppress a smile, "Cinna and I had discussed birth control a few weeks ago." I cleared my throat, feeling the evidence of embarrassment across my face. "There's a tiny piece of plastic in my arm that takes care of that." I left my arm and poke the plastic so he can see the object protrude from my arm. "We are ok, but I probably should have told you that yesterday. I'm sorry sweetheart."

He released the breath he was holding, and some color returned to his face.

"Oh, ok, well I'm glad we cleared that up," he said now blushing.

We returned from our hike around 2 pm, and decided to order our lunch. We were still sweaty and gross from the hike but the feeling of hunger won out over that particularly fast. Just like in the Capitol you press a button on a menu and food magically appears in front of you.

After lunch we both decided we desperately wanted a shower. We came to the solution that he would use the shower in our bedroom and I would occupy the empty second bathroom in the hall.

I left the bedroom door slightly open behind me and proceeded to the spare bathroom.

When I reached the bathroom I shut the door and undressed. I unbraided my hair as I wait for the water to warm. It took me up until I got into the shower and saturated my body to realize I didn't have any of my toiletries.

I turned off the shower head, and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself.

When back in our bedroom I realized I left my suitcase in the bathroom Peeta occupies.

I can hear the water running so I can probably sneak in undetected. Slowly I sneak past the cracked door and make the mistake to look up in to the shower.

Peeta stands with his back to me. Both hands in his hair massaging in shampoo.

I can count on my hand the number of times I've seen Peeta topless, and bottomless. When I was younger I was too shy to appreciate it, last night I was too nervous to notice. But standing in front of him now I can.

Then it occurs to me that we are married, and I am, in fact, allowed to shower with him. The idea made me hot. My heart started pounding as I dropped the towel.

I crossed the large bathroom to the curtain.

The shower curtain was clear, so I could see every detail of him clearer as I moved closer.

I swallowed my nerves as I pulled it back and stepped in. Peeta felt the cold air and jerked around.

Without saying a word I pulled him face down to mine. He immediately returned the passion I gave him. I had to pull away when the kiss began to feel too good.

I looked straight into his eyes and ordered, "Kneel."

He did as I said and I started to massage the shampoo through his hair again.

He leaned his head forward and rested it on my stomach.

"Lean back," I ordered. Listening to my command he leans his head under the running spray of the shower. I run my hands through his thick hair to rid it of the foamy substance.

I look for Peeta's conditioner and gather some into my hand. As I run the conditioner through his hair I start to massage his scalp. His hands grasp loosely on the back of my calves, and his shoulders slump.

I continue this for a few minutes, and can visibly see him relax.

This time without saying a word I gently push his head back with my hands. He leans back into the spray again and I rub the creamy substance out of his hair.

When I pull him back from the stream he looks up at me with his blue eyes. The color is so intense it makes me gasp, and he obediently waits for further instruction.

I pull him up by his shoulders until he's towering over me again. I place kisses all over his chest just as he did to me last night. I hook my hand around his neck and pull him down to me.

Gently I sucked and kissed on his neck. When he groans against my ear it encourages me even more. I let my hand slip down his torso to his hardness.

Feeling him stiff in my palm excites me. I feel my walls clench tightly shut at the first contact. He's kissing my lips again and holding me in place as I stroke him up and down. He groaned against my mouth each time I reached his tip.

Then I remembered what he did for me before we made love for the first time. He kissed and loved me at my most sensitive part.

I looked up into his blue eyes. They are heavy set and in a slight daze, clearly unfocused.

Seeing how I was making him feel; the pleasure and hunger I was bringing him only made me want to give him more. It made me want to love him the same way he did me.

I could see the wheels in his head turning as I kissed my way down his torso. My hands clenching tightly on both sides of his hips, I turn him slightly to the side.

The edge of the long bathroom serves as my chair as I become eye level with his erection. I looked up to find Peeta's eyes still clearly unfocused but wide.

I wrap my hand around the base of him and squeeze lightly. This made him close his eyes and grasp firmly onto the outer corner of the shower. I started to move my hand up and down his shaft rhymically.

He opened his eyes and stared down at me while his breath caught. When I put his tip in my mouth his eyes slammed shut and a moan escaped his lips. He started to involuntarily buck his hips as I work my mouth down him.

Gradually as I move up and down his length I speed up. The effect of this is imminent on his face. He cups my hair into a ponytail to hold it out of my face.

My movements have become almost frantic, and I hear Peeta almost purring my name. Seeing him aroused was making me feel the same.

Occasionally when he would moan my name my inner walls would clench.

His breathing is irregular, and his grip is tighter in my hair. I knew he was close.

"Katniss….ah, I'm going to…." he tries to pull his hips back but I keep a firm hold on him, and shove him to the back of my throat. I feel him release.

It tastes slightly of salt, but it's no unpleasant. Intrigued I swallow, and hear him gasp in response.

I look up to see his eyes almost literally popping out of his head. He takes my hands and pulls me up to hold me against his chest.

I smile against him as I feel his breathing return to normal. He kisses my hair repeatedly, and keeps me tight in his arms.

"I love you," he whispers sweetly in my ear, I kiss his chest and look up into his eyes. "I love you more."

His beautiful smile spreads across his face, "I doubt that Katniss," he said with a chuckle.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" He says with a suggestive smile and a wink.

Sudden embarrassment of what I've just done washes over me. I feel the red creeping up my face and I cover my mouth with my hand.

Peeta smeared a boyish smile across his face, "God, you are so cute! I love you so much!"

He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss. We stand there for a bit, arms wrapped around each other, Peeta slowly stroking my hair.

He whispers quietly in my ear, "Are you sore today?" I know, immediately, what his question is about. I'm not even embarrassed by it. I lean up and pop a kiss on his cheek, "Just a little, but it's nothing I can't handle."

I lean seductively into his ear, "I'm getting wet just thinking about last night. I love you."

I say this as I take his ear lobe into my mouth and tug it with my teeth gently. I feel him shudder under my hands on his shoulders.

Instinctively he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me against him. He raises one arm and slowly pulled my hair to one side exposing my neck.

He leans down and begins a trail of lingering wet kisses and light suck in his wake.

"Ahhh." As I close my eyes from the pleasure I feel him smile against my neck. He knows at this moment I am his puppet, to do with as he pleases.

My thoughts are barely coherent, and my legs are weak. He releases me abruptly leaving me chilled and wanting. He takes the shampoo bottle and squeezes some into his hand.

After forming lather into his palms he grasps my head and begins to massage my scalp. I lean my head forward and lay it on his chest. Him washing my hair feels so unbearably good. I could go to sleep right now, standing up.

He holds me tightly with one arm snug around my waist and the other pushing my shoulders indicating me to lean back into the shower's mist. The hand that pushed me back moves up to my scalp and begins to smooth away the soapy substance.

My eyes stay closed, and I'm surprised how heavy my eyelids feel. He leans me back up and I'm met with a kiss. Not opening my eyes I give a sleepy smile. Not releasing his arm around my waist he reaches down to retrieve the conditioner.

He removes his arm around me then and empties some conditioner into his palm. After distributing it equally in both hands he begins to massage my scalp.

I almost purr when his fingers connect to my scalp once again. Feeling like my legs are going to buckle underneath me, I lean my head against his chest once again.

It's all too quickly when he stops, I move my lips into a pout. Not opening my eyes I hear him chuckle.

Again he wraps one arm tightly around my waist, and his free hand pushes me lightly back into the stream. He starts to run his fingers through my hair. The warm water fills my ears so my hearing is temporarily deafened. There is no sight or sound, only sensation.

Without warning Peeta takes my nipple into his mouth.

"Peeta!" I shout out his name in shock and pleasure.

With each lap of his tongue my breath catches. And with every suck I raise on my tiptoes to accommodate him. I ball his blonde hair into both of my fists. It seem like there is an unbreakable string connecting from my nipples to my groin.

Every touch tugs on it, making me whimper for Peeta.

He teases me with his tongue and fingers making me want more. A hunger for satisfaction runs through me, and it needs to be fulfilled.

His left hand leaves my breast and travels slowly down my body. Gently stroking me with just the tips of his fingers. Finally after what seems like an eternity he meets my wet folds causing me to whimper and jump at the sensation, "God. Katniss. You're so wet," he almost growls at me. He shoves two fingers into me, without warning, causing me to tug tighter on his hair.

"Peeta!"

Frantically he starts moving them in and out of me, leaving my legs feeling like they will give out from under me. I can't take this exquisite torture anymore, I want him inside me. NOW.

I take him into my hand, already hard for me. I start stroking him and up down quickly, the action surprises him. Causing him to moan into my mouth.

"Ah Katniss," he whispers. I pull his face away from mine with my hand still in his hair.

I lean into his ear and whisper, "Peeta, I need you. Now. Please."

His breath catches and I know I don't have to ask him twice. Within seconds I'm pushed against the wall with my legs around his waist while he holds me up with his hands. He pushes his hips harder against me and removes his hands from under my thighs.

Peeta captures my face into both of his hands and kisses me sweet and passionately. I smile against his lips and hold his cheek in my hand.

"I love you," I whisper against his lips. He pulls back, looking straight into my eyes. The gesture making it clear that he wants my full attention, "I love you too."

I look down to his chest and give a shy smile, but I can see the same shy smile on his face too. His hands leave my face and are place on my thigh and the other grasping his erection.

I close my eyes in anticipation as he finds my entrance. Gently he circles the outside of me, the action is sexy, frustrating, and relaxing all in one. Without warning he slams into me, "Ah!"

I grasp his shoulders tightly. He stays still inside me and looks into my eyes, "Are you ok baby?"

Almost frustrated from his hesitation I start pulling him in deeper to me with my legs. "I want you. Right. Now."

He looks up at me through his lashes as he starts moving in and out of me. "Is this what you want?" He asks me huskily. I moan as I look into his eyes. He stops moving abruptly and leans into my ear.

"Tell me Katniss," he whispers into my ear.

"Yes. Oh please Peeta," I beg. I feel him smile against my cheek, and smack a quick kiss under my ear. It makes me shiver. "Okay baby."

He begins to move again, very rapidly. Our faces are so closes, our breathing in tune to the other. Short, quick desperate breaths. Our eyes never leaving the others, and our faces never touching. Peeta moves one of his hands between us and starts to stroke my tiny bud of nerves.

"Oh my god! Peeta!" He smiles a sexy, panty-dropping smile that makes me come undone. The pleasure is building inside me, making my hunger almost unbearable. Peeta is moving sporadically now. The sensation he is making is so intense.

Our eyes staying locked only add to the intensity. I can't take anymore, my pleasure peaks and I feel the delicious tugging sensation again.

"Peeta!"

My eyes shut tightly and I watch starts dance in my vision. The clenching around him inside me only adds to the delicious and wonderful pleasure.

Then it's gone.

And the hunger is satisfied. Peeta is still pumping into me. Slowly I open my eyes to see his closed and his mouth in a firm, tight line.

Two can play at this game.

I lean forward and whisper into his ear, "Come on baby, come for me," I suck on his earlobe, and pull back to slightly blow on it. "I love you, Mr. Mellark."

With that his eyes open quickly and he stills. "God, Katniss," he hisses as he rides out his orgasm. The sensation of him releasing inside me is amazing. If not before, I'm all his now. Every inch of me.

When it's over he collapses his head on my shoulder. We stand there as I run my fingers through his curls, humming to him. He still holds me up. He turned his face to me, still resting his head on my shoulder.

"I love to hear you sing. Your voice is so beautiful."

I smile and kiss his shoulder. "Everything about you is beautiful, Peeta." I squirm in his arms so he will let me stand.

Securely on my feet, I take his hand in both of mine. He remains quiet, and watches me intently. I bring his hand up to my lips and place a kiss in his palm, "Your hands are beautiful and gentle, and make beautiful things."

I move my lips to his bicep, "Your arms are beautiful and strong. They make me feel protected and safe when you hold me."

I kiss his chest over his heart, "Your heart is beautiful. And so patient. After all these years and all this pain you can still find something to love about me. This love I don't deserve from you is the most precious thing anyone has ever given me. And you've never taken it away or gave up. In your heart you've always known that you never wanted to cause anyone pain. It's so gentle and caring."

I look up to his face and his eyes are closed. I pull his head down to me. I kiss his temple, "Your mind is beautiful. You're pure and smart; even the games couldn't taint that."

I kiss the top of his head and giggle. "This beautiful blonde hair. And these curls. It's a reflection of your soul. Happy, and pure."

I hold his face in both of my hands and kiss his lips. "Your mouth is completely beautiful in many ways. Your lips are soft and I love when they kiss me. Your teeth are perfect and white. You dazzle me every time you smile," I smile at the thought.

"And you are very…skilled with it, as with other things." I say suggestively.

His eyes still closed, he offers a heart stopping smile.

"And let's not forget these beautiful blue eyes." As I say that he opens them and a tiny tear rolls down his cheek. I stroke it away with my thumb.

"You have no idea how much I love your eyes. When you look at me my breath is almost taken away. Everything for the past 2 months. And I could almost swear they get clearer whenever I say 'I love you'."

Sure enough, as if on cue, they appear clearer and my breath catches. If I had anymore to say it's long gone now, my mind has been cleared. He offers up a shy smile as he leans down and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

"By the way," he whispers, "I love you too."

With that I almost melt.