Uggggh, you guys know I don't like to leave you for that long without updates. I apologize and here is a long one to make up for it. Be WARNED! This chapter is EXPLICIT! Angry sex and LOTS of language- do NOT read if you're easily offended. You should know by now that I write pretty smutty so take that as a warning ;) haha.

You guys are awesome, thanks for your reviews and I hope you are still enjoying! I have been doing a lot of writing on vacation and have to say I really like where it's going. I WILL be reaching the end soon but don't fret, because I actually started a new one last night! It is another Hunger Games fic but it's POV this time. (I have not written a lot of POV but am really enjoying it because you can get really close to the characters that way!) So I hope you're all excited about that and that you will continue to read my work!

Also, a quick apology to my dear readers. I feel like I have sort of let down Peeta and Katniss and allowed them to become OOC. I swore I would try to delve into their individual personalities and that is the challenge of writing a fanfiction based on a book that is so beloved by the fans. There are many fanfictions out there and I pride myself on really staying true to their characters. If you feel like it's getting a little OOC, don't worry, I'm aware of this and am doing my best to steer them back on track!

That being said, enjoy this sexy chapter! I did have a lot of fun writing it. And I will try to post one more before I head back home this weekend!

Love and pixie dust to you all!


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The clouds overhead rolled and darkened and before long, icy cold rain was pelting him. He winced and pulled his coat around him. After awhile, he started to worry. He hoped she wasn't this stupid. It was dark, freezing, and storming. He put a hand to his mouth and called her name.

"Katniss! Please, answer me!" He stopped in front of their house and heard the sound of something hitting the house. Frowning, he made his way around to the back and froze in his tracks when he saw Katniss flinging knives into the boards.

"What the hell are you doing?" She didn't answer but continued to fling knives. He approached her and tried to wrestle one of the knives from her hands.

"Damn it Katniss, talk to me!"

"Don't touch me!"

"Would you stop being so psycho and just LOOK at me?"

"No! Let go of me!" Becoming angrier by the minute, Peeta forced her hand down so she dropped the knife. Incensed, she writhed in his arms until he slammed her against the side of the house and held her hands by her head.

"Damn it Peeta, let me go!"

"No! You're going to fucking stop and talk to me. I'm your husband, damn it, so don't think you can just run from me and not expect me to chase you!"

"You wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't walked in! You seemed pretty occupied with big blonde and busty in there!"
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're actually JEALOUS?"

"No! What do I have to be jealous of? Now let me go!"

"You know I can't!"

"Go back to your blonde and leave me be!"

"Shut UP Katniss!" She stared at him, shock and fury all over her face. He pressed against her and leaned down to devour her lips. For a moment she fought against it but when he bit down on her lip and tugged it into his mouth, she let out a little moan. He moved her hands above her head, held tightly in his hand and moved the other hand down to massage her breast, which he could clearly see through the soaked shirt. At the same time, he moved his lips to her neck and bit savagely. She let out a cry and rotated her thighs. Peeta trapped her body with his as he sucked at her neck, his hand pinching and squeezing her nipples and causing her to tremble. His hand went to the hem of her shirt and he yanked it upwards, bearing her covered breasts to him. She wore a simple cotton bra that pushed her breasts up and he yanked the bra down, exposing her flesh. He took one into his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple. She moaned and tossed her head back as he moved onto the other one. He tugged one between his teeth and she let out a hiss. His hand quickly had her jeans undone and dove between the cotton layers to find her wet and wanting. His fingers stroked her slit before plunging in; she would have buckled against him if he hadn't been holding her against the wall. She moaned but bit her lip to try to keep her moans in.

"Yeah, moan for me baby. Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers? Or do you want more than that?" She merely whimpered and he smirked as he increased his pace.

"I think you want more, Katniss. Tell me what you want. Do you want my tongue inside you? Do you want to come all over my mouth?"

"Fuck…Peeta…"

"You are so fucking hot, Katniss. So fucking perfect. Why would I ever go to anyone else, when I have this waiting for me at home? Oh fuck baby, you are so wet for me!" His hands were starting to bruise her wrists but she could have cared less. She thrust her hips against him and he pulled his hand away, earning a disappointed whine. But he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked, giving her a smirk. Without a word, he swept her into his arms and carried her into the house. As soon as the door was closed, he slammed her against the door again, conquering her mouth. He yanked her shirt over her head and threw it aside, leaning down to take her breast into his mouth again. Her hands went to his wet hair and he held her in place as he lavished her breasts with his tongue. He leaned back and buried his hand in her hair, yanking her head against the door roughly while the other hand went back into her jeans.

"Tell me what you want, Katniss. You're not doing such a great job of communicating lately. And I would hate to get this wrong."

"Peeta, please," she whimpered as he circled her clit with the lightest touches.

"Please what," he demanded. "Please leave you alone? That's what you told me earlier."

"No! Please…touch me."

"I am touching you." He stopped his light circles and pressed down, hard and she bucked her hips.

"Yes! Like that, Peeta!"

"Why should I, Katniss? You've been a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished. Why do you think you deserve to come?" Something flashed in her eyes and he knew it wasn't fright. If Peeta ever saw anything like fear in her eyes, he would stop this immediately. But he knew that she was enjoying his. She was wetter than she had ever been and he knew she was liking this side of him. She had told him, after all, he could be a bit rough with her every now and again. Well now his anger and lust had seen to that. Still fully conscious of his actions, he decided to see how far they could take it. He pulled his finger away and she whimpered.

"I'm waiting Katniss," he growled. "You ran away from me. You told me to leave you alone. You're sending mixed signals and you know I hate mixed signals."

"Peeta, stop it, you know I just-" but she gasped as he pressed on her clit again and continued the circles, her breathing getting heavier.

"Just what, Katniss?"

"Peeta! Ooooh god." He pulled his hand out of her jeans and she let out another frustrated cry. Her hand dove into her jeans and his eyes flashed.

"No you don't." He grabbed her hands and slammed them by her side, holding her wrists tightly. "You don't get to do that. That is my job. Only I can make you come. Only I hold that power. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Say it."

"You are the…only one," she said with a hitched gasp as he moved his knee right between her legs.

"The only one what?"

"Who can make me come!"

"And you're the only one who can make me come, Katniss. No one else. There's never been anyone else and WILL never be anyone else."

"I know that Peeta-"

"Do you? Because you got jealous of a random woman that I would never, in a million years, look at twice. You think I want to fuck her? Think again. The only pussy I want to be inside is yours, Katniss." She moaned and he pressed against her, leaning in to kiss her neck. "You are the only woman I ever want moaning my name. I am always thinking of my hands on you, your tongue on my cock, or me fucking you senseless while you're screaming my name!" He yanked her jeans and underwear down around her ankles and she kicked them aside. His hand moved back between her legs and he curled a finger inside her. His thumb went to her clit and he rubbed fiercely.

"Oh god, Peeta. Peeta!" She was so close and he sucked at her neck.

"That's it, Katniss. Come for me baby." Her hips jerked and she moaned his name as she came, her head lowering to rest on his shoulder. He removed his hand from her wrists and stripped his own clothes away. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his throbbing cock, groaning when she squeezed him. He moved his hand to her hair and forced her to her knees in front of him.

"Yes baby," he moaned as she leaned in to lick him. "Suck my cock, Katniss. I want to come in your mouth and see you swallow every fucking drop." His head dropped back as she took him deeper and he thrust his hips, grinding against her face.

"Fuck yes, Katniss! Only you can make me feel like this. Your lips wrapped around my cock…fuck! You look so perfect on your knees like this!" She wrapped her hands around his shaft and pumped up and down while she took him against her throat and hollowed out her cheeks.

"Shit baby, yes! I'm so close…you are so perfect! You are….fuck…everything I could ever want!" He grabbed her hair and wound his fingers around the dark strands as she increased her pace, finally bringing him to his peak and he cried out her name as he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed everything he offered and moved to stand up but he stopped her and pushed her back to her hands and knees. He buried his face between her legs and held her thighs open. His tongue darted in and out, making her scream and whimper. His fingers plunged into her again, pumping in and out as he continued to lick and suck and completely devour her. She threw her head back and screamed his name so loudly, he was sure they would hear it in the Capitol. Her orgasm lasted several minutes and she nearly collapsed to her stomach but his arms were under her and he lifted her and carried her to the living room. He placed her on the couch, spreading her wide and buried his tongue inside her again. Still overcoming from her last orgasm, she gasped and threw her head back, her hands burying themselves in his golden locks. He pulled away as he pumped his fingers in and out and he smirked down at her.

"I want to make you come so many times tonight that you forget your fucking name. You're going to scream my name so loudly, I want Gale to hear you in 2!" She gasped and tried to inch away from him but he held her down while he continued his attack.

"Peeta," she whimpered, already close to another one.

"Fuck! You feel amazing. I can't wait to be inside you again. Are you close, Katniss?" She nodded and he pulled away, licking his fingers before he moved to straddle her. He slid into her and threw her leg over his shoulder as he pounded into her. Her fingernails dug into his arms and he leaned her back, burying himself deeper.

"Shit Katniss…you feel…incredible," he panted, "Never…want…to be…without you. Don't ever…leave me."

"I couldn't, Peeta. Oh god, YES!" He continued to slam into her, his fingers pressing into her thighs and his eyes went to hers. They were darkened with lust and love and Katniss reached up to stroke his cheek. That proved to be his undoing. He leaned down to kiss her and she moaned against his lips.

"I love you, Katniss. So fucking much."

"I-OH fuck YES," she squealed as he pressed his thumb down on her clit and his cock pulsed inside her, drawing out her own orgasm. They came together and he collapsed on top of her sweaty chest, their bodies melding together. He slid out of her and off her heaving breasts to lay beside her, drawing her close.

"I love you too," she whispered, catching her breath.

"Ok. So now do we need to talk?"

"I think we're covered," she laughed and he shook his head, leaning in for a kiss.

"Seriously Katniss. Why were you so upset?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "Maybe seeing this perfect girl just flirting with you. And what she said…I know I look better than I did when I returned from the Capitol but I don't feel enough for you anymore. My body is covered in scars. Add these baby scars to the list. I haven't lost the weight yet so I feel like a fat, tired blob and I'm just so tired all the time. This isn't who I am, Peeta! When I was carrying her, I was ok with it. I managed, because I knew I couldn't help it. But it's been nearly a month and I'm not improving. I haven't wanted you to see me like this. I don't feel beautiful. My hair's a mess, there's circles under my eyes. And here comes this gorgeous woman just willing to do anything for you. Why would you choose tired grumpy Katniss over that?"

"Because I fell in love with tired grumpy Katniss." Peeta cupped her chin and made her look into his eyes. "Katniss, you're crazy if you think any of this changes my love for you. Or my longing for you. And I wish you had told me this sooner. I would have slammed you against the wall and fucked you senseless weeks ago," his eyes sparkled mischievously and she couldn't help but laugh. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her temple. "Katniss, I love you. Plain and simple. Everything you are, all the baggage that you come with. I never want anyone else. When you get jealous of another girl, it's like saying you don't trust me to continue to love you for the rest of my life. Believe me when I say, I am happier than I ever thought I would be. But sweetheart, take a look at me." He moved to stand before her and she stared up at him. He smiled down at her and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his skin and ran it over his own scars.

"You see? We're the same. We were both victims of the Capitol's terror. These scars are a part of you. They're a part of us. Did your opinion of me change when you saw mine?"

"Of course not! I've always thought you were extraordinarily handsome. Nothing has changed."

"Then why would you think your scars change how beautiful you are? You've changed, Katniss. You never wanted to be a mother or a wife and now you're both. And you're doing amazing at both. But don't sacrifice your identity for me or for Willow. We love you. We will always love you and nothing will ever change that." He wrapped his arms around her, his palms pressing against her back and he kissed her deeply. He lowered them back to the couch and Peeta reached down to run his fingers over her birth scars. She flinched but he leaned down to kiss them tenderly and he smiled up at her.

"These are the most beautiful," he whispered. "You gave me a daughter and these scars prove that. It's like artwork. Have you ever heard of a mosaic, Katniss?" When she shook her head he leaned in and trapped her between his arms. "A mosaic is a piece of art made from little pieces of glass or stone. Something has to be destroyed to create something beautiful. And even though those tiny pieces are damaged at first, they form together to create the most beautiful piece of art anyone could see. If I could, I would paint you everyday to show you how beautiful you are. How I see you." He leaned down to kiss the incision scar again and his tongue trailed lightly across the skin. Katniss shivered and bucked her hips and Peeta gave her a wicked grin.

"I think my girl on fire is ready to go again. Can we make it to four orgasms in less than an hour?"

"With your talents, you shouldn't even have to ask," she said with a grin. Peeta leaned in and licked his tongue up and down her slit, keeping his touches light and teasing. He reached up and massaged her breasts in his calloused hands and he leaned in further so she would spread her legs more. When he buried his head in between her legs, she let out a cry and her fingers tugged at his curls, holding him in place. She nearly closed her legs, trapping him in place but he put a hand on her thigh to hold her still and he glanced up at her, moaning when he saw her head tilted back, her eyes half-closed, her teeth biting her lip, and her own hands working at her breasts. The vibrations sent chills down her spine and she bucked her hips. His tongue teased over her clit and she whimpered, looking down at him. Her eyes met his and she became a puddle underneath him. He rose up and climbed onto the couch, gently turning her around. He slid into her from behind and dug his fingers into her hips as he slammed into her. She gripped the couch cushions with white knuckles and raised one hand to rub at her breast. Peeta reached around and ran his thumb over her clit, rubbing in circles to the time of his thrusts. She reached around to grip his thighs as she rode out her orgasm. Peeta continued to thrust against her and when he felt himself seizing up, he pulled out and turned her around. His hand pumped at his cock and Katniss watched him eagerly.

"Let me come on your breasts," he panted and when she nodded, he moaned and exploded. The pearly drops covered Katniss's having breasts and he collapsed onto the couch beside her. She leaned back and ran a finger along her breast, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked. Peeta let out a deep shudder.

"Katniss you are without a doubt the most perfect woman on this planet." She giggled, still trying to catch her breath.

"As long as I am perfect to you, I don't care how others see me."

"I've always felt that way. I tried to tell you that during the Games!" He ran into the kitchen to get his shirt, then set to cleaning her off before he pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately. She remembered when he had called her pure, what he had said afterwards. "For the Capitol you're pure. But for me, you're perfect."

She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling her heart start to slow down. He stretched out and laid his head on her breast, his curls tickling her nipples and his warm breath making her skin prickle.

"God I missed you," he sighed.

"I missed you too," she said as her fingers played with his long hair.

"Please don't withhold sex for that long ever again," he said teasingly. "I don't think I could bear it."

"I'll try to remember that," she said laughing.

"If you ever need a reminder of how perfect I think you are, just ask. I'd be glad to take you against the wall and show you."

"I'll keep that in mind as well."

"You do that," he yawned. "What do you say to a shower before we go get our daughter?"

"Might be a good idea. Otherwise Haymitch and Johanna may know what we've been up to." He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"Baby, the sounds of your screams definitely told them what we've been up to."


Their skin pink from the warm water, they both pulled on their coats and stepped out into the cold.

"Johanna was right. It is too cold here! We should think about a vacation ourselves." "Maybe after the Bakery calms down a bit," he said uncertainly, draping his arm around her. "I honestly didn't expect it to be so popular."

"Why? People loved your father's baking. And you're loved by Panem! We should call Cressida back here to introduce her to Willow and show her the Bakery! She would love it."

"I guess we could," he said, glancing sideways at her. "You know that might make us even busier."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I don't know, Katniss, I just don't want you to get upset that I'm not at home much. I want to be able to take care of you and Willow. And I guess…I didn't expect the Bakery to be this popular. It's kind of scary, to be honest."

"Peeta," she stopped him and took his face between her cold hands. "You have come so far and it's such a tribute to your entire family what you're doing. People aren't just seeing the Bakery re-built. They're seeing you rebuilt. Whole and healthy and happy. It's another positive part of the rebuilding of the districts. Didn't you hear what Sae said when our interview aired? It gives everyone hope because they know what hell we went through. It gives them hope that everyone can recover." He leaned down and wrapped his hands in his hair.

"I love you," he breathed against her lips before kissing her.

"Hey! That's going to make me run back to District 4 already," said a shrill voice from the porch. Peeta chuckled and he and Katniss walked up the steps of Haymitch's porch to find Johanna cradling Willow.

"She's pretty perfect, you two," she said softly, unable to look away from Willow's topaz orbs.

"We know," Katniss and Peeta said together. Johanna slid the baby into her father's arms and she watched Peeta gaze down at his daughter. She couldn't help but smile.

"Looks like things worked out, brainless." Katniss smiled and nodded and Johanna glanced back at the door.

"He's already passed out. I watched the baby but I was about to bring her back over to you. Hoping that you'd two stop fucking long enough to answer the door."

"We weren't-"

"Oh please, sweetie. I can tell that the girl is ON fire and that Peeta holds the match! You two have that wonderful after-sex glow. Hey, you never mentioned if you received my gift or not." She raised a brow, looking from one to the other. Katniss mumbled something and Peeta tried to subtly nod. Johanna giggled.

"Please at least tell me it went to good use."

"It went to very good use, Johanna," Peeta muttered. Katniss gave him a scandalized look but he merely shrugged and looked away. Johanna patted Katniss's cheek.

"Baby girl, I told you he would accept your apology if you were dressed in that."

"She's had nothing to apologize for, Jo," Peeta cut in before Katniss could answer. "Nothing at all."

"Wow. You have a good one there, girl on fire. Don't let him go. Or that after-sex glow you're both wearing."

Even though they were both blushing, they nodded and hugged their friend.

"Call me if you ever want any pointers," Johanna hissed in Katniss's ear. "Especially if you really want to make him-"

"Good night Jo," she said hurriedly, going even redder.

"Night Brainless! Night Bread Boy! Expect me at the Bakery bright and early!"

"To work or to eat," Peeta chuckled.

"I rather liked getting my hands dirty today," she said with a wink. "If you need an extra hand, I can help out. If not, I'll keep the cinnamon buns. Those were sinfully delicious."

"My crew is supposed to start in the morning but I'd be glad for the extra hand. I'm not expecting Katniss and Haymitch to be there again but I am planning to cook dinner for everyone tomorrow night. So Katniss I was wondering if you'd be able to go into the woods tomorrow and get some fresh game?" Her eyes lit up and he smiled. He still knew her better than she knew herself.

"Sounds good. And if blondie big boobs comes back in, I'll give her a piece of my mind for you." Katniss was about to speak when Peeta shook his head.

"No sense in being rude to the customers, Jo. Katniss knows good and well she is and will always be, the only one for me."

"Ugh, gag me," Johanna said, rolling her eyes. Peeta kissed Katniss on the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'll still keep an eye on him for you."

"Thanks but there's no need. I trust him." Peeta smiled and tipped her chin up so he could lean down and kiss her.

"Ok, see you in the morning then," Johanna said cheerfully before walking back into Haymitch's house.

"How can she stand the smell of that place," Katniss said in a low voice as they walked back to their own house.

"I don't imagine it bothers her. Her conditions in the Capitol…weren't ideal." Katniss looked quickly at him but saw him gazing down at their daughter and she bit her tongue.

They put Willow down for bed and smiled when she went straight to sleep. He grasped her hand and they went into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his prosthetic, tossing it aside before he turned to her and yanked off his shirt. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and he tugged it over her head and threw it aside. She shimmied out of her pants and they joined the pile of clothes before she climbed into bed. Grinning broadly, he shucked his pants away as well and slid under the covers in just his boxers. Without a word, they wrapped each other in an embrace and went off to sleep.