A/N - Sorry it's been awhile, I've been working on another story and that one is my new baby. Crossover between Hunger Games and Fifty Shades of Grey. I hope the next chapter will be done by the end of the week!

KPOV

I'm so proud of Peeta and he's acting like it doesn't matter. I don't know what's going on with him and he's been a little weird since I kissed him last night. I wonder if that's the problem. I want to be with him again, I think I'm ready. I think. My body is healed and I feel safe and comfortable in his arms at night. That's part of the healing, right? I don't even know who to ask. My mother can only give me the physical aspect of it, not the emotional part of it. It doesn't matter, I want to be with my boyfriend and that's all that should matter. He'll stop if I ask him to, I know him well enough to be sure of that.

We give Greasy Sae the deer and she is excited to have so much to work with. I look around a bit and wander over to a booth that has some pretty ribbons on display. I buy three different sets of colors for Prim. She always likes having ribbon to hold her braids together and now I have the money to get them for her. I'm looking at some spices when Peeta comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle.

"Ready to go see your mother?" He asks me, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I turn my head and give him and peck on the cheek, "Yes, let's go."

When we get to my mother's house, she looks at Peeta and then me, "Do you want him to be in the room with you?"

"Why not, he's seen everything you have?" I ask, not meaning it to sound so crass. She squints her eyes at me, but when I give her a meek smile, she lets it go.

"Okay then. We'll go into my bedroom; I'll need you to lie back again." She informs me as she grabs a couple of things from her bag.

Her room was my room until I officially moved in with Peeta. I take off my pants and underwear and lie back like she told me to. She has her serious professional face on when she looks between my legs. It feels weird, having my mother down there. I've had one actual doctor down there, before the Games, the prep team to rid me of my hair, of course Peeta has been there plenty of times, though he's the only person I ever want to touch me there. I feel her open me, poking, so alien and yet not at the same time.

"Everything has healed, no major damage done, thank God. You are good Katniss; you can get dressed and go home." She informs me, pulling her head away from me. I sit up and Peeta hands me my underwear and pants. He doesn't seem excited at all, though my mother is still in the room. What's with him?

"Well, we'll see you tomorrow for dinner?" He asks my mother. She nods and leaves the room. Even with all that she's seen, I don't think she wanted to be the one to have to check me.

I get up after having slid everything back on. "Ready to go home and celebrate a day gone well?"

He nods no smile though. You'd think he'd be happier after having shot down a doe and hearing that I'm okay. We leave the house quietly and go into ours. He goes straight into his painting room. Alright, I guess I'll work on the laundry then.

I start upstairs, pulling our sheets off. I forget how big the bed until I have to take the sheets off, their huge. I'm draped across the bed, trying to undo a corner when I hear Peeta's footsteps. I stay like that until I hear him stop and listen to him laugh.

"Do you need help?" He says with a chuckle.

I roll over and just flash him what I think is my sexy smile. He smiles back but just walks over to the other side and untucks the sheet. He kind of whips it at me and I catch it.

"Are you okay?" I finally ask him, because this just isn't like him. Usually he's a little moody when I'm on my period because I don't feel comfortable making love while I'm bleeding, but this is just odd.

"Yeah, fine, why?" He says nonchalantly, pulling off the pillowcases.

"Well, I just figured that since my mom said I was okay, we could at least try. I'm ready, Peeta, I am." I tell him, getting up on my knees in front of him on the bed.

He runs his hands in his hair, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, his eyes are a brilliant blue, as they always are. "I don't know if I'm ready though. You say you're ready, but what if I touch you and you start freaking out? What if it reminds you about what happened?"

I take his hands in mine. "Peeta, you know that I've never had anything but good times with you. It's so different; we love each other and I know if I freak out, you'll stop and you'll hold me until I calm down again. I know you, Peeta Mellark, and you would never hurt me on purpose."

"I don't think he meant to either though. I think that he really was drunk and that he let the jealousy and anger get the best of him and he did what he did out of that." He admits and I wonder how long he's thought that.

"Maybe he didn't, but he also didn't stop. If he didn't mean to hurt me, he would have gotten off of me as soon as he hit me." I tell him. Peeta shakes his head.

"I just don't know. I want to, but I'm just scared of how you'll feel about having sex again." He's so good, only thinking about how I'll react and I never thought to how he would feel about it. Why do I never think of him the way he thinks of me?

"It's not just sex Peeta, it never has been since we've been together, and you know that. I love you and you love me, it's that simple. I said we could try it, if it doesn't work, if it doesn't feel right, we'll stop. I know you will stop if I tell you to." I try to reassure him. He shakes his head again and I take it in my hands, stopping him with a kiss.

At first he seems to want to pull away, probably thinking of me again. Then his hands finally wrap around my waist and the kiss deepens as it usually does. I love kissing him, so gentle and firm at the same time. Tender and hot, that's my Peeta. I feel the heat in my belly that only he has ever started and know that we will be fine. I tangle my fingers in his hair and he lets me, rubbing circles on my back. He pulls away, while we catch our breath and then looks at me as if asking permission.

"It's okay Peeta; it's me and you, always me and you, only me and you." I tell him. I want him, I love him, and it's only ever been him.

I pull him onto the bed, but he slides right off, taking his shoes and socks off. That makes sense and I smile at him. He doesn't take anymore off though and I can tell it's going to be sweet and slow, which is fine by me.

"I love you, Peeta." I say, climbing on top of him and looking into those baby blue eyes.

"I love you too, Katniss." He replies and I kiss him again with all my heart and soul behind it.