A/N: Here is part 2! Part 3 will be here soon too :)

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2nd anniversary

I awake slowly when I feel something move next to me. No, not something. Someone. Katniss. My Katniss. I blink, and my eyes lock with hers. She smiles softly. "Good morning, sleepy head."

I rub my eyes and smile back. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?"

Katniss grins. "Amazing. You tired me out yesterday." I grin smugly, recalling all the ways I made her come last night.

"Yeah, I did." I wink at her. She laughs and shoves my shoulder playfully. I'll never get enough of her laugh, so smooth and rich. I fling my arm around her waist and pull her closer, leaning in for a kiss.

"Ew, gross. We haven't brushed our teeth yet," Katniss murmurs against my lips in a half-hearted protest.

"Don't care." I tell her and with that, I slant my lips over hers. She doesn't complain; quite the opposite, she takes the lead. I know how much she likes being in control, so I let her. She pushes my shoulder so that I'm on my back and settles on top of me. My arms wrap around her, and I hold her firmly against me. I can feel her heat through her sleep shorts and my boxers, and I know she can feel my hardened length. She wiggles her ass, pressing firmly against me. I moan low in my throat in response. Yes, she definitely knows.

Katniss grins devilishly at me. "Awake, are we?" She's teasing me; she knows exactly how to drive me crazy.

Fortunately, I know how to do the same to her. I flip her over onto her back and settle between her thighs. How all those years wrestling paid off, I think smugly. I can see her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her sleep shirt. Now, I'm the one who's grinning, "Looks like I'm not the only one."

Katniss loves to tease me, but she also has no patience. "Fuck, I want you." She says it in that husky voice of hers. To emphasize her point she pulls her shirt off and bares her glorious tits to me. God, I love her tits, her beautiful olive skin and dusky pink nipples. Between the valley of her breasts lies the pearl I got her last year, which she never takes it off. My heart soars every time I see it.

My right hand slides over her ribcage and palms one breast, then the other. She whimpers, the sound going straight to my dick, and her hands find my hair. My hardened cock is straining against my boxers, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable. I grind my hips into Katniss', desperate for release. I'm answered with a loud moan. Her gray eyes lock with my blue ones. "Peeta, I need you. Now," she pants. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen. She still has no idea, the effect she has.

I don't make her wait; there'll be enough time for that later. Instead, I pull her sleep shorts and panties off in one swift motion. My boxers come next. "I'm going to fuck you now, Katniss. I'm going to fuck you hard," I say, my voice strained with desire.

She nods frantically, "Yes Peeta, please."

After, I lay on top of her, but carefully so as to not crush her. Once my heart has slowed a bit, I roll off of her. I feel myself drifting off in post-coital bliss, but then I feel Katniss slipping out of bed. "Where are you going?" I ask, my mind still in a haze. "I'm just going to the bathroom really quickly. I'll be right back," she answers.

"Okay." I manage to say before drifting off.


I awake what feels like hours later. Katniss is standing next to the bed with my shirt on, a tray in her hands. I awake more fully and sit up. "Hey, how long have I been asleep?"

She hands me the tray and climbs in beside me. "An hour or something. Just the right amount of time that I needed to make this. Happy anniversary, Peeta."

I look at her and then at the tray; it's loaded with all of my favorite things. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and strawberries topped with maple syrup. And a steaming mug of chai tea.

I look back at her again and smile. "You made all this? For me?"

Katniss smiles and nods. "Yes, I did. You always do so much for me, Peeta. And today is our anniversary, so I wanted to do something in return."

Katniss doesn't like cooking or baking, so the thought that she did this for me makes my heart soar. "Thank you, Katniss. I love it. And I love you."

Her smile widens, and she leans in for a kiss. "I love you, too, Peeta," she murmurs against my lips. I steal another kiss before sitting up again. Then I prop myself against the headboard of the bed, and Katniss curls into my side. And together, we eat the delicious breakfast. Katniss has definitely learned how to cook in the two years we've been together; well, at least she doesn't burn the food anymore.

When we're done eating, Katniss nestles more fully into me and nuzzles her nose in my neck. I kiss the crown of her head and tighten my arms around her. The sex is amazing, but I love the cuddling too. "Katniss?"

"Hmm?"

"I have a gift for you."

"Another? You gave me enough last night and this morning," she responds. I can't help but laugh at that.

"I know, but this is something else."

Katniss sits up a bit and arches a brow, curiously, "Oh? What is it?"

I smile shyly and open the drawer of my nightstand. "Close your eyes."

"Peetaaa…," whines Katniss. And I laugh. Katniss never whines outside of the bedroom. Well, technically we're still in the bedroom.

"Patience, love, patience." I say, while searching for the blue velvet box that matches the one from last year.

I bought pearl earrings, to match her necklace. I spot the box and take it gently. I move to face Katniss again. "Open your hands for me." She does so, and I set the box in her hands. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

She blinks a few times and then looks down at her hands. Her eyes snap up to lock with mine. "Another velvet box?" she asks slowly, the curiosity palpable in her voice.

I nod. "Open it."

She opens the box, and her eyes widen at the sight of the pearl earrings. "Peeta! Oh my God. They match with my necklace!" she exclaims, her hand going to the place where her necklace rests against her olive skin.

"Do you like them?" I ask, remembering last year. Her small hand slides into my larger one, and she nods. "I love them. Thank you, Peeta."

"My pleasure." I say, then lean in for a kiss. And when our lips meet, I can feel all her love and gratitude.

"Happy anniversary, Katniss," I say when we break apart. My breath ghosting across her lips.

"Happy anniversary, Peeta."