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This is it. My world has been condensed to this couch. To Peeta looking at me. Or better said, to Peeta looking at my sex, at the rosy folds and the line that parted them. My breathing accelerated as I suddenly became aware of the situation, both of us naked and aroused. I looked at him as he looked at me, his eyes fixed on the part of my anatomy that was glistening with the fluid that was seeping out of it.

"Peeta…it's….uncomfortable…"

"Huh?"

But even then I had to admit that part of me enjoyed it when he looked at me like this, the tingling in my stomach reminded me of it, a tingling that had begun when the cotton cloth had stopped touching my skin. I smiled when he glanced at me in confusion. His face reminded me of a child's in front of its huge birthday cake. And although it was true that it made me uncomfortable, I had no intention of moving away or covering myself. I remained in that same position, showing him every single corner of my being.

A few minutes passed in which both of us gazed at each other's bodies in comfortable silence, and then Peeta passed a finger through my folds again, making me arch my back once more as I flooded the living room with my moans. He smirked as he did it again; tearing a new wail out of me, my heart was pounding harder and my breathing accelerated all over again.

I pulled him closer, grasping his neck and kissing him the way we had before; I played with his tongue, sucked it, bit it, and panted against his swollen lips. I held my body against his, and our sexes brushed. I noticed how Peeta shuddered and moaned, he moaned huskily.

"Should we go to the bedroom? It'll be more comfortable," I nodded without thinking, panting as I kissed him and bit his lips.

But I didn't move, I remained stationary as I grasped his tufts of hair tightly, pressing his face against mine, kissing him as if it were the last time.

I settled better against his body, trying to mold into him, and his penis brushed against the part of my intimacy that he had discovered earlier. I moaned loudly, separating my lips from him and clenching my eyes tightly. After I recovered from that electric shock, I looked into his eyes. I must confess that I was frightened by what I saw in them, they seemed full of intensity, his pupils dilated to the point that I could hardly see his blue irises. But it was an exciting fear, not like the fear that I felt when I knew that he was having an attack, I knew now that I wasn't going to stop him. And if he did have one, I didn't care, I wanted to keep feeling him this way.

It was in this way as I looked into his darkened eyes that I moved my hips like I had done before, brushing against him again, ripping another moan out of my throat that was accompanied by one from Peeta's throat. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hands flew to my ass as he squeezed it, pressing me even closer to him. I thrust my hips up again, initiating a new frottage, a new moan from each of us. I smiled as my breathing became more and more jagged, coming in sync with the movement of my hips, which had acquired a mind of their own as they moved against Peeta's member, rubbing it against me. It seemed as if he were intending to rip my rear with his hands; he was holding it so tightly. I followed his frantic movements, which were making the same pattern that he had done a few minutes ago against my hand. Up and down, up and down. My crotch ran against the entirety of his length, lubricating it with my own fluids. I was panting in exhaustion, but Peeta's eyes impelled me to keep going. After a few minutes, he dug his nails into my bottom, and that viscous liquid smeared my abdomen again.

"Don't stop…"

He was crazy if the thought that I was going to stop now. Now that I was starting to feel the fire in my lower belly, I noticed how the heat began to gather; my drowned moans had turned into embarrassing screams, and I dug my head into Peeta's neck, exploding as I bit his strong neck. I was the Girl on Fire again.

I slowly stopped moving, still hugging Peeta with my face pressed against his neck. Embarrassment. Shame made its presence inside my melted brain, and I was incapable of meeting his eyes, even though we had just looked at each other a few minutes ago, when I had moved in that aberrant manner. I hadn't even bothered to think, I just acted out of impulse. I had never been so impulsive. I could still remember my first kiss and how hard it had been for me to take that step…and now…I was humping naked against him. I even had an orgasm, as he had called it, and it was even more intense than the first.

I didn't recognize myself; I didn't recognize my actions or my feelings.

"I don't know what happened to me…" I was extremely apologetic. My lips brushed against the skin on his neck, and I noticed that the entire zone bristled. That simple image made me grin slightly.

"You….had an orgasm, Katniss…"

"I meant that that I don't know why I started moving that way or why…" I felt his smile against my hair.

"I'm going to teach you how to lose that shame and stop overanalyzing everything…that little head of yours has to work less." He kissed my head, squeezing my butt again. I gasped, closing my eyes tightly as I clenched my fists. I instinctively bit his neck again. I made him gasp too, "Don't think so much, just do what feels good, beautiful."

I didn't think I was "beautiful," but I loved it when Peeta said it, it made his voice sound soft and sweet and velvety, he dragged each syllable slowly, savoring the word just like he did when he said my name.

I smiled slightly as I saw the mark of my teeth began to bruise him.

"You're going to have this memento for a few days…"

"I'm going to have it forever, Katniss…" There it was, the way that he said my name. Did he do it on purpose?

"I meant that you…um…I sank my teeth into you…."

"I noti-" the doorbell rang, and I cursed the whole world. "-ced."

"Don't open it," There was no one in all of District 12 who would want to bother us more at a time like this than our drunken mentor.

"I wasn't going to," the doorbell rang again; the shrill ringing was beginning to annoy me. I turned to Peeta, truly pouting this time; I was not faking it now, I didn't need to, I really didn't want him to pull away from me, I didn't want to stop feeling the heat of his body.

"I know you two are in there!" Our mentor shouted.

Ding-Dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. The ringing was exasperating me; it pierced my eardrums and bounced inside my head over and over again. My fury increased, it was reaching unsuspected heights. I clenched my fists tightly, and, cursing my mentor, I pulled away from Peeta's body and headed towards the door in long strides, with the clear intention of kicking his old ass.

But a hand holding on to my arm stopped me. I glared at Peeta as he gripped my forearm firmly.

"Katniss…you're beautiful…and I adore your bare body…but…I want to be the only one who enjoys those magnificent sights…"

I stopped trying to pull away, and Peeta loosened his grip as I covered myself instinctively, Peeta smiled gently, and I understood then that it didn't matter, he had already seen everything visible about me, and I lowered my arms, letting them hang by my sides.

"Get dressed; I'll try to see what he wants…" I nodded as he pulled on his pants, which he already had in his hand.

A/N- And there we have another chapter as hot as a freshly baked cheese bun! What could Haymitch possibly want? How untimely of him, don't you think? Let's hope that he leaves soon so that they can keep partying. In case there are any doubts, there was no penetration in this chapter, just the occasional frottage, loooooooots of frottage. Thank you for all of your reviews!

T/N- I hate Haymitch for interrupting sexy time! I was literally fanning myself because this is one of my favorite chapters. I hope all of you enjoyed it as well!

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[…] When he nodded at me, I suddenly realized what he was saying, what he was so implicitly proposing. Sex. Making love. Until a few hours ago, I had assumed that such terms and my name would never appear together, much less in my head. My ideas about the future did not include having a partner. They were based on hunting and surviving, period. […]

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