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"Ow, shit, Peeta. That hurts."

"I'm sorry, Katniss. You hair is just so tangled after last night."

I turn around to face Peeta in the shower as his hands work through my hair, trying to untangle the mess created when I wore it wet and down while we made love last night. He looks at me with an embarrassed half-smile, and I can't myself from standing on my tiptoes and planting a small kiss on his Adam's apple. As Peeta's fingers continue to massage my scalp, I reach over to the ledge and squirt some of the body wash provided by the B&B into my palm. I rub my hands together, producing a lather, and begin to rub them up and down Peeta's beautifully muscled torso. I let my fingers soap his muscles, paying extra attention to v of his hips and his strong chest.

After a while, I flit my eyes away from Peeta's stomach and back to his ocean-blue eyes. He's smiling down at me, and I feel my heart beat faster in my chest because of it.

"Step back. I've got to rinse your hair," he commands, his voice deep and husky. I nod and do what he says until I feel the hot water touch my scalp. I close my eyes and let Peeta's fingers remove all the shampoo from my brown hair. When he's done, he pulls me away from the water and instantly presses his lips to mine—not even waiting until I open my eyes. I kiss him back greedily, wrapping my arms around his back and holding him close to me.

All too soon, Peeta pulls away. "Let's get out of here. I feel like watching a movie in bed. Or doing something else in bed." He wiggles his eyebrows and a breathy chuckle escapes my throat.

Quickly, we finish washing, exit the shower and dry ourselves off. I change into the robe I brought, and Peeta slips on a pair of deliciously tight blue boxer briefs. We leave the bathroom, unable to keep our hands to ourselves, giggling and tickling each other. Together, we flop down on the bed and instantly pull the covers up around us. It's quite chilly in the room, but we haven't turned up the heat—we've just been using each other to keep warm. Peeta slips his arm under my shoulders and pulls me closer to him as he turns on the TV.

I let my left hand linger on his torso as I watch the TV, touching him in a soothing manner, and he exhales—sounding content. And so am I. I don't think I've ever felt so content in my entire life. Waking up next to him after last night, was amazing. He looked at me so lovingly, and I couldn't hold back the smile that threatened to break my face in half. The man is so unbelievably gorgeous, kind, funny—and he loves me. I've never felt this lucky.

Suddenly, the hunger overwhelms me again and I crawl on top of Peeta, straddling his lap. His eyes immediately move away from the TV and lock with mine, changing from light blue to sapphire. He places his hands on my thighs, slipping them under the silky fabric.

"What round is this?" I ask, trailing my fingers along his collarbone.

His face breaks out in a large grin. "Four. Round one and two last night. And round three was when you woke me up in the middle of the night." He removes one hand from my thigh and deftly unties my robe with one hand. "I really enjoyed the one in the middle of the night. You can wake me up anytime for that."

I raise my eyebrows at him. "I knew you'd like that. I read about it in Cosmo once when I was waiting in a dentist's office."

"Yeah. I didn't even know your tongue could do that." He places his hand on my bare stomach and moves them up and until he's palming my breasts.

My back arches as his thumbs begin to rub my nipples and I move my hands away from his chest and slip my robe off all the way. Then I grin down at him. "Why are you still wearing clothes?"

I sit up off his lap momentarily to wrench off his underwear and throw them off the bed. I move back up his body, and grab his length and begin to stroke it up and down. I watch as his stomach quivers and feel him swell in my hand; then, I position myself over him. Peeta sits up, scooches us back until he is leaning against the headboard. He tightens his grip on my hips and slowly pushes me down on him. I moan, loving the felling of him inside me and move my hips, sliding him in and out of me.

I'm about to move again, when the ringing of a phone stops me. Peeta pulls my head down to his and whispers against my lips. "Just ignore it. It feels too good to stop." I move on top of him again, eliciting a moan from both of us, but then I realize the ringtone is Prim's. She knows I'm having this weekend, and I told her to call only if it was an emergency.

I move off Peeta reluctantly, slipping him out of me and lean over to the nightstand. I answer my cell phone.

"Prim? What's up?" I ask, worry overwhelming me. I watch as Peeta places a pillow over his lap, groaning slightly.

"I'm moving to Denver," she says simply, her voice out of breath.

"You're what?!" I practically scream, startling Peeta. I put the phone on speaker and fall back on the bed, too shocked to hold the phone to my ear. Peeta curls up next to me and begins to rub circles on my stomach.

"I got a job. I was hoping to crash with you for a week or so until I get my own place."

"What about school? I thought you were going to go back next semester."

"Obviously not anymore," she pipes back, attitude seeping into her tone. "Look, I already called Gale and told him that I was on my way, so you don't have to cut your weekend short with Peeta. He said he would pick me up from the airport—I arrive tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m."

I shake my head. "No. you're my sister—I'll pick you up."

"We'll pick you up," Peeta chimes in. I look over at him to find him smiling at me.

"Peeta?" Prim asks, her voice a little shocked.

"Hello, Prim. Katniss and I will be there at Denver International Airport tomorrow to pick you up. We'll meet you at baggage claim."

"Thanks, Peeta. You're pretty awesome."

"Agreed," I say, giving him a small kiss. "Well, Prim, we'll see you tomorrow, I guess. And we'll figure out where you will stay. Maybe we'll make Gale sleep with Finn or something."

She laughs. "The couch is fine. I love you Kat, and I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Peeta!"

"Bye!" We both into the phone, and then hang up.

I turn to Peeta, crawling back on top of his body. "So, that kind of puts a damper on our weekend."

He shakes his head, putting his hands back on my hips; where they belong. "Not at all. We'll just wake up early tomorrow morning and drive to the airport. We'll only be cutting our vacation short by a couple hours."

"Well, Big Boy, looks like you've got it all planned out." I grind my hips on his lap. "Now, what should we do for the next few hours?"

He grins up at me, and pulls my face to his.

"I didn't want to leave our room this weekend. I just wanted to satisfy you over and over again," I half whine as Peeta pulls me down the hall, away from our bedroom.

"Sweetie, you've satisfied me a lot. And I've enjoyed every second of it. But I want to go on this walk around the land. It sounds beautiful. And romantic." He intertwines our fingers and leans down to plant a small kiss on my forehead. "Then we will get back to the bedroom."

We make our way out of the B&B, giving Rue a small wave, and follow the signs until we find ourselves on a dirt path, trailing our way around the large property of The Valley Song Bed and Breakfast. Peeta was actually right—with the leaves changing and falling, it's absolutely gorgeous. I lean in closer to my boyfriend, and he lets go of my hand and wraps it around my shoulders, holding me to him. I slip my hand into his back pocket and sigh—loving my life. My sister is moving to Denver, I have an amazing boyfriend, a caring pervert for a friend and best friend who's trying his hardest not to hate my guts. It's the dream.

"I think we need to talk about Gale."

Peeta's voice startles me out of my reverie and I look up to find him staring down at me with sad eyes.

"What about him?" I ask, moving my hand from his pocket to his back, slipping it under the many layers until it lands on warm skin. I can't stand having clothes between us.

"I hate him," he says simply, his eyes no longer sad, but angry.

I tilt my head at him. "That's a lie."

"Okay, I don't hate him, but I really don't like him right now. He's being super nice to you and I'm afraid it's just a ploy to get you back."

I shake my head. "No. He knows that I'm in love with you. I told you what he said to me when I went down there to stop him from moving."

Peeta halts, and turns toward me. "Why did you stop him?"

"I've been ignored and abandoned my whole life, Peeta. I didn't want another person close to me to leave me alone." I bite my lip and look away from him, suddenly aware that I revealed a lot personal garbage I didn't really plan to.

He moves my chin to look at him; he gazes down at me, his blue eyes sad and misty. He lifts his other hand from his hip and places both of them on the sides of my neck. "I get it, Katniss. I understand now. I just wanted to know why."

"I don't have feelings for him anymore, if that is what you were worried about. As terrible as that sounds, considering we were together for seven years—but it's true. You have me. All of me." He leans down and presses his forehead to mine. A half-smile forms on my mouth. "Or at least you would have all of me if we were back in our room."

He lets out a surprised chuckle. "God, you're horny all the time!" He pulls away from me, a smile on his face and wraps his arm back around my shoulder before we continue to walk again.

"So did you like growing up here, after you moved from Phoenix?" I ask him as I resume rubbing his bare back.

I see him nod his head out of the corner of my eye. "Yeah, actually I did. I love the winters with snow—I can't wait for you to experience them. It could snow any day now. And I made some good friends. I love it here, in Denver. I don't think I'll ever leave." He turns his head to me and I repeat the action. "Unless you wanted to."

I feel my breath hitch. "What do you mean?"

A small smile forms on his face. "Right now, when I look to my future, all I see is you. I would go anywhere if it meant I was with you."

I remove my hand from his back and grab his before turning around and marching in direction from which we came.

"What are you doing?" he asks, trailing behind me as I continue to pull him.

"You can't say shit like that and not expect me to hump you until I pass out. And unless you want to take me up against a tree, which I totally wouldn't be against, we're going back to the room."

Suddenly, Peeta lifts me up, throwing me over shoulder, gives me a spank on my ass, and takes off in a run, back towards the B&B.