We were told that the door to the master suite was marked with a bow. I have seen many of Portia's sketches and the woman has a taste of them...thankfully Cinna does not. To be honest I can't wait to see the outfits he has planned for the Victory Tour, I always feel the passion in his pieces.

The bow is a pale green and it makes me smile, I had told them that this shade reminded me of the summers spent in the woods with my father, and it makes it seem like he's a part of this day. What would my father think of his Katniss, Victor of the Hunger Games.

Peeta's warm breath on my skin shakes me from my pondering as his arms wrap around my waist from behind. "Come back to me." I moan when his tongue slowly drags along the shell of my ear.

Peeta hands me a box, my name written in a delicate hand that can only be Cinna's. I open it to find a new hunting jacket, winter fur liner, gloves, and boots.

"They're beautiful Katniss. You'll disappear in the trees with those for sure." I smile because Cinna knows me so well.

"Now it's your turn."

Peeta lifts the lid from his box and his eyes grow wide. Inside is every color of paint you can think of and a few i'd never seen before. He picks up a note and unfolds it. "These are just to get you started. There are some canvas' in the study and more will come on the train. Portia."

"You can finally paint on something other then me." I laugh and he wraps an arm around me and again I shutter when his breath hits my skin.

"Oh some of these are her paints...and the Victory Tour is coming soon and you're always going to be my favourite canvas Katniss." I moan and he snickers.

"We have a few hours before we have to be at the bakery so how about we get started on our own little baking project." I roll my eyes, leave it to Peeta to be sweet and corny in the same breath.

He stands and takes the box from my hands and places both on the dresser before turning back to me. He holds out his hands and helps me to my feet. We stand there for a minute Peeta's fingers entwined with mine. "I can't believe I'm nervous. It's not like it's our first time. It just feels that way, we're not facing death or injured."

"No cameras, no lying, no playing for the sponsors." I say and Peeta's eyes lock onto mine.

"I love you Katniss and I believe you when you say that you love me." I break the hold of our hands and lace them around Peeta's neck while his lock to my hips.

"You know I'm not a good liar, maybe it was the pain or sickness or the need to survive that made it so you didn't see but now the only thing between us is us. I love you, I accept that maybe I can finally let that back into my life. That I can love someone other than Prim."

I feel him pull me against him and I know that he believe my words are the truth. I am ready to accept that love could have a place in my life, that Peeta's the one who can give me that. With his gentle nature and kind heart. His lips brush mine and I feel something twist in my stomach and I let my lips part just enough for Peeta to slide his tongue in.

The kiss starts out warm and gentle and I moan when I am finally wrapped in the heat that I have come to know as Peeta's. I let my fingers twist into his soft curls and this earns me a moan. He breaks the kiss but his hands stay locked on my hips. "Are you sure Katniss?" I nod and he smiles.

He unties the belt at my waist and slowly unbuttons the blazer and slides it off my shoulders. Leaving me in a white tank top and the skirt. The way his eyes scan my body makes me bite my lip. I feel a bit bold so I reach behind me and unzip the shirt and let it fall to the floor, an orange pool at my feet.

I set out of the heels and Peeta pulls me forward. His fingers lock to my hem and the shirt glides up my torso and away from my body and I know why he's doing this he's still nervous about his leg.

I've seen it a few times now but the times we've made love Peeta's insisted on being under the covers but I'll let him do whatever makes him feel comfortable.

He sits down on the bed and sits me in his lap facing away from him. I can feel his hardness pressed into my bottom and I let out a small moan. He wraps a hand under my breasts and locks my body to his.

He places feather light kisses to my shoulders and up my neck. He gets to my ear and my moan grows louder when his tongue traces my ear. "I love you Katniss." I moan and try to find my voice when I feel his fingers skim the waistline of my pants.

"I love you too." I feel his smile as his fingers dip in and start running the length of my fold. I try to rock my hips but this only serves to push me into him more.

I feel the first which is quickly followed by the second. He sets a slow pace that draws every sensation out of me in long torturous pulls. "Say it Katniss." He still his movements and pushes his fingers in as deeply as they will go.

"Say it Katniss." He curls his fingers and I know I can't last much longer.

"I love you Peeta." With that he hits the spot and I come undone around his fingers. He pulls them out and sucks them into his mouth.

"Mmm...still sweeter then icing." I giggle and he he releases his hold on me. I turn and sit so that I'm facing him. I wrap my arms back around his neck and look into his bright blue eyes.

"Peeta. I don't care about your leg. I have you safe and alive and were you should be...with me. We survived the Games. We pissed them off but we showed them that we wouldn't be pieces. You protected me, and I protected you. That's what we do. Haymitch was right, I could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve you."

I start to unbutton his shirt and then slide it off his shoulders. I place my hands over his heart and he covers mine with his. "This is the part of you they can never change. The part that I love because it's the part of you where you love me back."

I kiss his lips gently and I feel him moan into my mouth. "Katniss." My name is just a whisper but it sets my whole body on fire. I reach behind me and unhook my bra and throw it behind me. I see Peeta's turn up in a slight smile and I know he's starting to forget about his leg.

His hands cup and then knead and I know that he's completely over his thoughts now. I whimper as he pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers. "Peeta, I want to...I need to...please." He laughs against my skin as he guides my body back so his lips have better access.

"I know what your doing..." I try to sound firm but it's hard to do when he's teasing my skin in such enjoyable ways.

"And you're letting me Katniss." He laughs and I sign because he's right so I use all my strength to push myself free of his body.

He pouts his lips and pretends to be hurt by my actions but I know better. I hold out my hands to give him the support to stand. I know he hates this but he's still not steady on his leg. Once he's standing he slips out of his shoes and I laugh.

"At least you'll never have to worry about tripping on your laces again." This gets a smile out of him. Now I feel like we are on a more level field. I let my fingers trail over the muscles of his chest and stomach. The last few days on the train and the few at the Capitol after our interview have help to fill us back out.

I let my eyes study the device connected to his leg. It seems to be a part of the flesh despite its metal parts. But if he can pick me up and carry me it has not effected his strength in any way and for all I know has added to it.

I am glad that Cinna and Portia fought to stop them from making any other changes to our bodies. I had heard the more desirable a Victor is the more the Capitol want to improve them, and we where very sought after.

"You're still perfect Peeta. Your heart and your eyes haven't changed." He raises an eyebrow and I smile.

"What about my eyes Katniss?" I roll mine and he laughs.

"They're just one of my favourite things about you." I brush a bit of hair out of his eyes and place a gentle kiss to his lips.

"So what are you favourite parts?" I lace my fingers into his hair.

"The things that make us so different. Your hair these warm blond curls. Your eyes...they're so blue, not like my mother or Prim's. Your are nothing but solid blue, like the sky. And then your lips...hmm...I think they might be the best part about you."

I kiss him and it's not the soft gentle ones we had been sharing. This one is deep and passionate and makes him pull me flush against his body. I break for air and I place my head back over his heart. "I love that I make this happen. It's only me who makes your heart jump like this."

He brings my hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss to my palm. "I love you Peeta. But I want to make love to you for real, no cameras, no death, no fear...just us." I hook my fingers into the waistband of my pants and slide them down my legs.

I see the change in his eyes and I smile because he didn't expect me to do this. I walk over and lay down in the center of the bed, I still feel like I'm no good at seduction or flirting and I that anything I do will be enough for Peeta.

He stands at the foot of the bed just looking at me. I hold my hands out to him and let my legs fall open in the way he positions them when he put them over his shoulders. He removes his pants and crawls up the bed toward me, his body between my legs.

"Katniss. I can't decide what I want more. I've still got your taste in my mouth and that make me want more. But I want to be inside of you, I want to hear you scream out in pleasure. How patient are you?"

I bite my lip and wonder that same thing. I let Peeta drape my legs over his shoulder and when his hot breath hits my core I almost come undone. "No letting go Katniss. You will finish with me inside of you."

With that he uses his tongue to push open my fold and I gasp as he swirls his tongue around inside of me. He keeps up this pattern of licking and swirling and sucking until I swear I can't hold on any longer.

He climbs up my body and I feel him, rock hard and positioned at my entrance. "Are you ready?" I nod my head and he pushes in me in one swift thrust. He cover my screams in a kiss that threatens to steal the air from my lungs.

He starts off slow and steady, taking moments to push in all the way and stopping...this drives me crazy and he knows it too. His breath is hot in my ear and it sends a jolt of sensation through my body.

"Do you really want one Katniss?" I know what he's asking and he knows I have reservations about it.

"Yes...with you. I want to have them with you." He smiles and places his hands on my hips and before I can protest he flips me over so that I am on top of him.

"Then lets's get to making a baby." I smile as I raise up and push down hard, this makes Peeta buck his hit up to met my thrusts. It only takes a few times and I feel Peeta's hands lock onto my hips as he sets a pace that mixes pain with pleasure until we both fall over the cliffs edge.

I lay with my head on his chest, our bodies a tangle of limbs and caked in sweat. "We should take a shower and get ready to go to the bakery." I laugh and raise my head to see him giving me a questioning look.

"I'll go first...you know what happens when we try to share water." I laugh again and walk into the bathroom. Leaving Peeta to his memories of that night.