A/N: Hello everyone! This is part 1 of a 4 part story about Peeta and Katniss celebrating their anniversaries. A massive thank you to amazing jhsgf82 for beta'ing this. I hope you enjoy!

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Happy Anniversary

1st anniversary

I walk out of the jewelry store, bag in hand. It's our first anniversary tomorrow, and I want it to be perfect. Katniss Everdeen has been my girlfriend for a year. A whole year. I still can't believe it. She's made me the happiest I've ever been.

I've planned a romantic dinner‒home-cooked–and then I'm going to give her the present. I thought about it for so long. Katniss doesn't like big, showy jewelry, so I bought a delicate silver necklace with a beautiful pearl on it. The color of the pearl and the necklace remind me of her sparkling silver orbs. I hope she'll like it.

Later, as I'm setting the table, there's a knock on the door. I check the stove quickly before opening it. I'm greeted by my beautiful girlfriend. She's truly enchanting, wearing a clingy dress in my favorite color with black fuck me heels. Her hair is flowing down her back, her soft lips glossy and so kissable. Her silver eyes lock on mine, and we stand there staring at each other. I can already feel the blood rushing south; I shake my head slightly and break the silence first. "You look absolutely stunning," I breathe out. She smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. I've told her so many times how pretty she is, but she still gets shy every time; it's quite adorable.

"You look pretty good yourself, Mellark," she says, her voice husky but smooth. I glance down at my navy slacks and fitted gray polo; I know she likes polos on me and the effect they have on her. That's exactly why I wore it. When I realize we're still standing in the doorway, I quickly step aside to let her in. She walks past me, and I shut the door behind her.

Katniss inhales deeply and sighs in pleasure, "Do I smell lamb stew?" she asks.

"Yes, your favorite," I say, smiling. I used her father's recipe, to make her all-time favorite. "And carrot cake for dessert."

"Thank you, Peeta." She tugs on my hand and pulls me towards her. I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her waist. She smiles at me so sweetly my heart stutters in my chest. I am so hopelessly in love with her. I have been since the first time I heard her sing all those years ago at school, and now that we've been together for a year, I'm only loving her more, if that's even possible. She cups my cheek with her small hand and draws me in for a kiss. Our lips meet hungrily, moving against each other like so many times before. I could never grow tired of kissing her, though. Her other hand slides to the nape of my neck and toys with my hair, and I tighten my arms around her in response. We get lost in each other for who knows how long, finally breaking apart we're both breathing heavily.

"As much as I love kissing you, I really have to check on the food," I murmur against her lips.

"Okay," Katniss responds. She steals two more kisses before releasing my neck.

I head into the kitchen, and Katniss follows. When she sees the dinner table lined with candles and flowers, she gasps. "It's beautiful, Peeta."

"Take a seat, milady," I say, smiling and pulling a chair out for her.

"When did you do all this?" asks Katniss in awe.

"Oh, I got off work early today," The stew is done and the hearty raisin and nut bread, too. I fill two bowls, cut the bread, and put them on a plate. I take them back to the table, "Here you go." I hand Katniss hers.

"It smells delicious, thank you." Katniss smiles broadly. I sit down across from her and smile back at her. Her gray eyes glitter in the candlelight. She's so incredibly beautiful, and I tell her so again. She blushes and reaches for my hand across the table. "I love you," she says.

I know she loves me, but she doesn't say it often. She's more an action kind of girl, so when she says it, my heart grows ten sizes bigger in my chest. I kiss her hand. "I love you, too. So much." She squeezes my hand, and her smile grows a little wider.

After an amazing dinner, Katniss stands up and walks towards me. "Thank you, love. It was absolutely amazing."

I smile at the term of endearment that left her lips. Katniss is not a touchy-feely person in public, but when we're alone, she shows a side that would surprise people. I'm definitely not complaining. "My pleasure, babe."

She climbs in my lap and straddles me so we're face to face. Then she rests her forehead against mine. "I have a present for you," she whispers. We're so close that her warm breath skates across my lips, sending a shiver through me.

I kiss her but pull back before things go too far and I forget what I wanted to say. "I got you something, too."

"More? But you already cooked this amazing dinner."

I grin and lean forward, my mouth grazing her ear, "Yes. Because I love you, Katniss. And I'm so thankful for you; you make me so happy." I whisper the words, then bite her earlobe lightly. I feel her shiver, and she releases a trembling breath.

Katniss pulls my face to hers again and kisses me, hard. "I love you, too, Peeta. I've never been happier." At that, I press my lips to hers as insistently as she did two seconds ago. Her curiosity gets the best of her, though, and she pulls back a little and says, "So, about that present."

I chuckle but reach behind me to grab the blue velvet box. "Happy anniversary, Katniss," I say, handing it to her.

She opens the box, gasps, and places a hand over her mouth. She snaps her head back up at me. "Oh my god, Peeta. It's beautiful."

I smile shyly at her, suddenly a little nervous. "Do you like it?"

She smiles widely, tears forming in her eyes. "I love it." She kisses me then, not hard like she did earlier, but soft and tender. I can taste the love on her lips. When I feel her tongue at the seam of my lips, I eagerly open my mouth for her. After several minutes of this I pull back slightly. "How about my present?" I've grown curious, too.

Katniss looks at me with hooded eyes, cheeks flushed, and swollen lips, God, she's sexy. Without answering, she stands up from my lap and takes a few steps backwards. "Where are you go-?" She cuts me off before I finish my sentence.

"It's not much compared to that gorgeous necklace, but I hope you still like it," she says, in a voice huskier than normal -her voice always gets huskier when she's turned on. I look at her expectantly, I'm getting curiouser by the second. Katniss reaches behind her, and then I hear the sound of a zipper. Her dress drops to her feet, and she's left in only a black lace bra and tiny, matching panties. I'm completely speechless, my eyes rove over her body. She's so insanely beautiful. I've seen Katniss naked many times; I know every curve, dip, and stretch mark on her body, but every fucking time, it feels like the first. And those panties... Yep, blood is definitely no longer circulating to my head. I see her fiddling at my intense gaze, "Say something." It's barely a whisper, but I hear it.

Quickly, I go to her. "You, Katniss Everdeen are so incredibly beautiful. You have no idea the effect you have, do you?" My voice is thick with desire.

I stop walking when I'm only inches away from her. "Most of the time I don't know, but now…" She glances down at the bulge in my pants, "…I think I do know."

I cradle her face in my hands and crush my mouth against hers. Katniss opens her mouth eagerly and meets my tongue with hers. I pick her up bridal style, and she winds her arms around my neck, those sexy heels still on. Never breaking the kiss, I carry her to my bedroom.