A/N: Part 3 has arrived! I always said, "No I'm not going to write smut or anything." Well that was a lie, lmao

I have a piece of part 4 already written + I have vacation now so it will be done soon (I hope). Hope you guys like it and come find me on tumblr if you haven't already, there is a link in my bio.

Thanks to the amazing JHsgf82 for beta'ing this :)

PS. This was my first time writing dirty talking!peeta, so don't judge lol

3rd anniversary

I open the door to our apartment (Our apartment!) and walk in, closing the door behind me. I don't see Katniss's bag, which means she's not home yet. We've been living together for about nine months now; sometimes I still can't believe it. Waking up with Katniss and seeing her face every morning is everything. Katniss is very good at wakeup calls, too, one of the many perks of being with Katniss Everdeen.

I'm proven wrong, though, when Katniss walks out of our bedroom. I drop the bag I had in my hand at the sight of her. She looks absolutely stunning in a sage green wrap dress, her hair pulled back in a low bun. The pearl necklace and pearl earrings I got her on our previous anniversaries complete the look. My eyes rove over her body hungrily, and I feel myself getting hard.

Her voice breaks my staring. "Hey."

Only now do I notice that my mouth is agape. I clamp it shut and open it again. "Hi. Wow. Hi. My god, Katniss. You look gorgeous." Three years together and she still doesn't fail at getting me flustered.

Katniss laughs, the sound washing over me like a warm shower in winter. She closes the distance between us and wraps her arms around my neck. My arms slip around her waist. "You got things to do tonight, Mellark?"

Her plush lips stare at me, and I can't help but lean down to kiss her. Katniss accepts it eagerly, sliding her fingers in my hair and nipping at my bottom lip. Before we end up on the couch, though, she comes back to earth. "So?"

"Huh?" I ask, my mind in a haze due to our hot kissing session.

Katniss smiles. "Do you have things to do tonight?"

"Well, I was planning to do you," I say, leaning down to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

She sucks in a breath, and I grin against her neck. "Fuck, that sounds good. But it'll have to wait."

I look up and lock my eyes on hers. "Why?"

"Because I made a dinner reservation."

"You did?" I ask, slightly surprised.

"Yeah. It's our 3rd anniversary, after all. And I wanted to do this for you, for us." Katniss smiles shyly. She's so adorable.

I kiss her soundly. "That sounds amazing. I have to get changed, then. I'll be ready in 10."

She nods and releases my neck. I quickly take the bag that I dropped on the floor earlier and walk to our bedroom. I set it on the bed and take the contents out. It's a small, blue velvet box. It matches the box from last year, and the year before that. But it contains a bracelet this year. I almost bought a ring, but I know Katniss isn't ready for that. I know she loves me, but there is still a piece inside of her that's scared. And that's okay; I'll wait for her forever. I'll know when she's ready to marry me.

I take a quick cold shower and put on charcoal gray dress pants and a white dress shirt. I roll the sleeves up to my elbows, the way I know Katniss likes it. I take my barely used dress shoes and slip them on. I grab the box from the bed and slip it in my pocket.

When I walk out, I see Katniss standing by the table, her feet now in those fuck-me heels, the same she wore on our first anniversary. That dress in combination with the heels makes her legs look like they go on forever. She really knows exactly how to drive me crazy.

Katniss hears me coming and looks up. I can tell by the way her eyes turn the same color of my pants, that I made the right outfit choice. She stares at me for a few minutes before I say something and break her out of it. "Ready to go, Everdeen?"

Her face flushes, and she gulps before answering, "Yeah, let's go."

I grin smugly and walk to the door; I open it and motion for her to walk through first. She grabs her purse from the table and takes my hand, pulling me along with her.

We walk in comfortable silence, Katniss's arm looped through mine and her hand wrapped in mine. She always likes to hold my hands. She always says that I'm her private furnace. I don't complain; I love to feel her small hand in my bigger one.

"Are you going to tell me where you made this reservation?" I ask after ten minutes of walking.

"Hmm, I don't know," teases Katniss.

I chuckle at her secretiveness; Katniss is a terrible liar, and she knows it. She'll cave soon. And a few minutes later she does. "We are going to a place we always fantasized about going to. That's all I'm going to say."

"A place where we always fantasized about going to," I say thoughtfully. She's acting very mysterious, but I think I know where she's talking about. We always fantasized about going to a restaurant located on the roof of one of the highest buildings in the city.

"Are we going to that fancy restaurant on the roof?" I ask slowly.

Katniss' face goes beet red, and I know I'm right. She still tries to deny it, though. "No. No, that's not it. But it would have been a very good idea."

I chuckle. "Katniss, you are such a bad liar."

"I am not!" she says, giggling. And Katniss never giggles.

I'm fully laughing now, and after a few seconds, Katniss joins me. We're laughing so hard we have to stop walking. Fortunately, it's not busy on the sidewalk because otherwise we would have caused a traffic jam.

"Okay," Katniss wheezes, "stop laughing."

That only makes me laugh harder. "You stop laughing."

"God, we sound cheesy. Who did you turn me into, Mellark?"

"I didn't turn you into anyone, Everdeen. You've always been amazing," I tell her sincerely.

Katniss turns to me fully, her hands on my biceps. She gazes up at me, her eyes full of love. It's still surreal sometimes, to see so much love directed at me. This beautiful, wonderful, amazing woman loves me. How am I so lucky?

But then I see something else in those beautiful silver orbs. "What are you thinking?"

"I just…I don't know. It just hit me how lucky I am to have you. You've made my life so much better. You make me see the good things, even when things are bad. I don't deserve you."

My heart soars; Katniss doesn't speak her feelings like this. She's an action kind of girl. I know this wasn't easy for her to say. However, she's wrong. She does deserve me. She deserves all the happiness in the world.

I cup her face and lean down to rest my forehead against hers. "Katniss, don't say that. You deserve way more than you think. And I'm the lucky one. I love you so much."

I see the tears gather in her silver eyes, misting them over. "I love you, too," Katniss whispers before standing up on her tiptoes and molding her lips to mine. We're in the middle of the street, but at this moment, I don't care. I kiss her urgently but gently, pouring all my love for her into it.

We break apart after a few minutes, both breathless. Katniss buries her head in my neck, and my arms come around her more fully.

"We should probably get going again," she whispers, her hot breath fanning against my neck.

"Yeah," I say before reluctantly pulling back. Katniss smiles up at me before taking my hand again.

"Come on, we don't want to miss dinner."

The walk to the restaurant isn't much longer, and soon, we're standing before one of the tallest buildings in the city. Katniss squeezes my hand, and I look at her to find her already looking at me. Her eyes are big and curious, asking me if I'm ready. I nod and squeeze her hand back. Katniss leads me through the doors.

The building is beautiful inside, but the real show starts when we arrive on the roof. There are plants everywhere around the tables, creating the illusion of privacy. Mismatched chairs and lanterns form a path between the tables. It's cozy and chic at the same time. And the view of the city is amazing; you can see everything from up here. Exactly how I like it. I look to my right at Katniss. Her eyes are wide with wonder and excitement. She must feel my eyes on her because she locks them with mine

"It's beautiful," she says with a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, it is." And I'm only half talking about the restaurant. Katniss blushes at my piercing gaze, and I have to bite back my smile at her adorable face. Instead, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose softly. I straighten back up and pull her with me over to the hostess.

We have a small table with the best view, and I can only imagine what the sunset will look like later on. As if Katniss can read my mind, she says, "I bet the sunset is beautiful from up here."

I smile softly; Katniss knows how much I love sunsets. "Thank you for bringing me here, Katniss. It's amazing."

"You're welcome. Happy anniversary, Peeta."

I reach for her hand lying on the table and lace my fingers through hers. "Happy anniversary Katniss."

When I shift in my chair, I'm reminded of her present I still have to give. Now is a good time to give it. Before I can say anything, though, the waiter comes and asks what we would like to drink. I order wine for us, and then we're alone again.

"You know, me fucking you senseless later is not the only present I have for you," I say in a low voice, so no one can hear. I can practically feel the shiver that runs through Katniss, and I have to contain the smug grin that threatens to take over my face.

"Oh?" The desire is palpable in her voice, and her eyes have darkened a few shades.

God, she's so sexy, and she's all mine. I feel the blood rushing to my already half-hard cock, the amount of effect she has on me is insane. Not breaking eye contact, I reach into my pocket with my free hand, take out the small box, and lay it before her. She retracts her hand from mine and takes the box in her hands.

"What is it with you and blue velvet boxes?" Katniss jokes.

I chuckle. "Just open it."

"Okay, okay," she says before opening it. When she sees the bracelet, her jaw goes slack and her eyes go wide.

"Peeta," she says, her voice full of awe, "it's gorgeous! It matches my necklace and earrings. You're really good at giving presents, you know."

"I'm glad you like it," I say, a shy smile on my face. She can make me all hot and bothered one second and shy the next. This woman is going to be the death of me.

"I love it, Peeta. It's perfect! Can you put it on for me?"

"Of course." I gently take her right wrist and put it on. She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling.

Fuck, I want to kiss her so badly right now. If we weren't in a restaurant, I would have taken her right here on the table. This dinner can't be over soon enough. Katniss seems to have the same idea, though. She rises and stands in front of me.

"I love you," Katniss says before leaning down to kiss me.

"I love you, too. But Katniss we're in a restaurant."

"I know. Don't worry, I'll go back to my chair. I just wanted to give you a kiss and say this," she moves closer, her mouth inches away from my ear, "you can fuck me as hard as you want later, baby."

My breath hitches, and Katniss stands back up before I can say anything back. Fuck, this woman is the devil. She knows how much it turns me on when she says baby. At that very moment, the waiter comes. He sets the wine on the table and asks if we've been able to make a choice.

My voice cracks when I say we haven't decided yet, and I see Katniss chuckle behind her wine glass. Oh, she is so going to pay for this later tonight.

The waiter leaves again, and Katniss bursts out laughing. "You should have seen your face," she wheezes.

"You're going to pay for this Katniss," I practically growl. That shuts her up pretty quickly, and I grin smugly. She has no idea what I have in store for her tonight. I know how much Katniss loves to have control in bed, but tonight I'm going to take it.

We look at the menu, and when the waiter comes back again, we order our food, all small dishes to share, and more wine. We manage to contain our desire for the rest of dinner and talk and laugh with each other. Katniss tells me that Prim called to say she has a new boyfriend and that she wants us to meet him. I tell Katniss about me walking in on Rye and Delly this morning.

We talk and laugh some more, and when our plates are cleared, the waiter asks if we want dessert. Katniss politely declines, and I ask for the check. Katniss insists on paying it because it's her present to me. I reluctantly agree, and she pays. We stand from our table, and Katniss takes my hand and pulls me towards the edge of the building.

"The sunset will happen soon," Katniss explains.

I almost forgot the sunset in my desire-clouded mind. But now that she mentions it, I'm eager to watch it. I hug Katniss from behind, her back pressed against my chest. I kiss her temple and rest my chin on her head. She lays her hands on mine on her belly. And for a fleeting moment, I picture us standing like this with Katniss carrying our unborn child. I smile at the thought. I know I want Katniss to be my wife and the mother of my children, but I also know how Katniss feels about marriage and children. So, whatever she decides, I will accept it. I love her and if she never wants children, then I'm okay with it. Katniss is the most important person in my life, and I want her to be happy.

The sun is setting now, and I was right‒it's the prettiest sunset I've ever seen. The pink, orange, and red hues of the setting sun make the skyline of the city glow.

I hear Katniss gasp, "Wow."

"Yeah," I agree softly.

We stand there for a while, watching the sun go down over the horizon in each other's arms. It feels so right with Katniss in my arms. I tighten my arms around her and bring my mouth to her ear. "Ready to go home?"

"Yes," breathes Katniss.

I bite her earlobe playfully before pulling back and taking her hand in mine.

We practically run towards our apartment, and once inside, Katniss's lips are on mine in an instant. My stomach flutters with excitement when she tugs on my hair the way I like it. I reach between us to untie Katniss's dress. Once it's loose, I push it off of her shoulders, and I groan at the sight of her perfect tits in the barely-there bra. It matches her dress perfectly, and my already rock-hard cock twitches when I see her hardened nipples.

"God, you're perfect," I say before leaning down to take her nipple in my eager mouth.

Katniss whimpers when my lips close around her nipple, the sheer fabric of her bra causing extra friction. Her hands clumsily unbutton my dress shirt, and I straighten up to help her get it off my shoulders before latching my mouth onto her other nipple.

"Peetaahhh," Katniss moans. Fuck, I love it when she moans my name.

I kiss my way across her chest, to her neck, and finally settle on her mouth again. Her tongue meets mine, battling for dominance. Without breaking the kiss, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. We both moan when our centers meet, and I can feel her heat through her panties and my pants. I walk blindly to our bedroom, almost running into the couch. We laugh against each other's lips, and I walk further, watching where I'm going this time.

I toss Katniss on our bed, and she squeals my name.

I grin and toe my shoes and socks off before climbing onto the bed and hovering above her. "Hey, not fair. You still have your pants on," whines Katniss.

"I'm making the rules tonight, Katniss," I say before lowering my head and sucking on her pulse point. I'm sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark, but I don't care. I'm marking her as mine tonight.

I move my mouth to her ear and whisper, "Understood?"

Katniss shivers beneath me. "Yes, god yes."

"Good girl. Take off your bra for me, baby."

She quickly does as I say, leaving her olive-skinned breasts completely bared to me. I cup her right breast-it fits perfectly in my hand, not too small and not too big-and pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger.

Katniss gasps and arches her back. I lock my eyes with her. She looks so sexy, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted. I tell her so, and she threads her fingers through my hair in answer. Probably too turned on to speak.

I lavish her breasts for a while and relish all the sounds she's making. Katniss has always been loud during sex, and I absolutely love it. Katniss's fingers are still in my hair, and she tugs on it.

"Peeta, please," she begs. And my hard cock gets impossibly harder. I love it when she begs, when she lowers her walls completely and gives me the control.

I look up from her chest and find her pleading eyes. "What do you want, baby? Say it."

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." I'm teasing her; I know exactly where she wants me to touch her.

Katniss flushes all the way down to her chest. "I want you to touch my pussy. To…to lick it," she gets out.

"Good girl. I'll see what I can do." I grin and return my mouth to her body. I cover Katniss's chest with kisses, trailing down to her stomach, raising goosebumps in my wake. I stop when I'm at the waistband of her small panties. I look up and catch her hooded gaze; she nods eagerly, and I decide not to tease her any longer, and really, to stop teasing myself. I want to taste her so badly.

"Lift your hips, baby."

Katniss complies, and I pull her panties down her long, tanned legs. I toss them on the ground, never taking my eyes off Katniss. I make my way up her body again, planting kisses on her legs along the way. When I arrive at her thighs, I part them gently. I can see her glistening with want. I breathe her in, and when I exhale, my breath fans over her. Katniss shudders in response. I don't wait any longer, parting her folds with my fingers and licking her all the way from her entrance to her clit. I'll never get tired of eating her out; she tastes like heaven.

"Fuck. You're so wet," I groan against her.

"Oh! Peetaaa!" Katniss cries my name like it's the only word she knows. Her moans encourage me, and I devour her like I haven't done this yesterday and the day before that.

I'm licking her arousal greedily, thrusting my tongue in her entrance as deep as I can, and Katniss loses it when I suck her clit into my mouth. Her hands fly to my head, threading her fingers through my hair, anchoring me against her most private part. And fuck does that feel good.

I hum against her again, and then she comes against my mouth, her thighs locking around my head and her hands holding me against her. I don't stop; I keep going until she comes a second time. Her head thrashes from side to side on the bed, and she chants my name like a prayer. When the last tremors subside, she slowly lets go of my head. I lick my lips and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. I move up her body and prop my chin on her stomach. Katniss's hazy eyes lock with mine, and I smile in satisfaction.

"Was that what you wished for, baby?"

"And more," she says, still panting from the exertion of coming twice. Katniss pulls me up to meet her in a kiss. She deepens the kiss and groans when our tongues meet, tasting herself. Katniss's hand slides between us, and she cups me through my jeans. I can't help but thrust against her hand, my hips bucking forward. Katniss pulls back from my lips and moves her mouth to my neck.

"My turn now," Katniss whispers against my neck. I shiver when her warm breath hits my skin. She pushes my chest, and I comply, lying down on my back. She throws her leg over me and straddles my hips.

Katniss's lips latch onto my skin again, and I grip her hips. She nips and sucks on my skin, moving down to my chest. I groan her name when she grazes my nipple with her teeth. She moves lower and lower, kissing every inch of my skin until she reaches the seam of my pants and boxers. She looks up at me and grins before unzipping my pants and pulling them down along with my boxers. My erection springs free and slaps against my stomach. So hot and ready for her.

Katniss eyes me hungrily, licking her lips. Then she takes me in her hand, and all coherent thought flies out of my head. She strokes me a couple times, her small hand squeezing in just the right way. Heat pools low in my stomach, and my jaw goes slack; she locks her eyes on mine and smirks. Then, in one quick motion, she pulls her hair back and takes me in her mouth. It feels so fucking good, her mouth so hot and wet.

Katniss begins to bob her head, and she sucks greedily. My hands fist her hair, the low bun now a mess. "Fuuuck, yes," I grunt. Watching Katniss sucking my dick is and will always be one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.

It's a fight to hold my hands still and not fuck her mouth. Katniss notices my internal fight and releases me with a wet pop. "Fuck my mouth, Peeta." I almost come right there hearing her say those words. She takes me in her mouth again, and my hands control her rhythm gently. When she massages my balls with her small fingers, I can't help but buck my hips forward.

"God, Katniss. You're so fucking sexy."

Katniss keeps sucking, taking as much of me in her mouth as she can. When I feel my balls tighten, I pull her back. "Baby, you have to stop. I don't want to come yet."

Katniss sits up and licks her lips. "You don't?" she says slyly, a mischievous glint in her sparkling silver eyes.

"I want to come inside you," I say before pulling her against me and flipping us over. I hover above her and grin. "You okay with that, Everdeen?"

Katniss grins back, "Yes. More than okay." She cups the back of my neck and pulls me down to meet her in a searing kiss.

I line myself up with her entrance and when I enter her we moan in unison. Our bodies move with each other in familiar motions. We did this so many times already but I don't think we'll ever stop. Promises of love and always are whispered on heated skin. We come together. I bury my face in her neck and whisper, "We're not done yet, baby."

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