Not part of drabble 1.

"Keep your eyes on me, everyone, roundhouse kicks may look hard but they're effective as hell," I tell the class full of men and women.

"Now, Peeta, would you do the honors?" I ask and see him gulp and join me at the small demo stage.

"Why is a roundhouse kick effective, Peeta?" I ask, more for the benefit of the self-defense students than mine. The only benefit I am getting here is watching Peeta Mellark in those tight, grey sweatpants that leave very little to the imagination.

He takes a deep breath and starts speaking.

"A properly executed roundhouse kick can be devastating. … And because it's coming from the side, it's one of the more difficult kicks for the opponent to catch and throw. It's also the common knockout kick in Martial Arts," he seems to be reciting from memory but I've read those exact same words on the internet so I know he has been doing his research like a good boy.

Fuck! How can a good boy look so bad in those sweatpants…

"Peeta and I are gonna engage in combat and it will show you how to use the combo of all the different types of kicks and punches you have learned so far," I tell my students, and Peeta groans.

"Katniss," his tone is pleading and I know he doesn't want to hit me.

"Peeta, do it, just because I have a cunt instead of a dick doesn't mean I am made of glass," I tell him sweetly and he gulps.

Without warning, he aims a well-timed punch at my collarbone which I deflect before executing a roundhouse kick to his side, making him groan.

"Never leave your guard down, even when you're attacking someone,"

He kicks me in the stomach and tries to knee me in my ribs but I jump back and he loses balance.

Damn! That cock looks so luscious. I wonder if it will look as delectable as I imagine… I think as I kick him in the groin. I am sorry, darlin' I wouldn't do that if my self-defense class didn't have women.

"Tap out," I snap when he's unable to get back up quickly.

"No!" he half says-half groans. Did I hit him too hard?

"In real life, your enemy won't wait for you to get up or recover your strength. He'll want to crush you as soon as you're down so make sure this," I gesture towards a groaning Peeta holding his magnificent yet poor dick while he crouches, "doesn't happen. Ever!"

I get a chorus of ascents and I help my favorite student to his feet.

"Sit on the bench for five minutes, Peeta, I don't want to break you," I tell him with a smile and get a shaky one in return. The sight of even his pained smile makes my stomach swoop and soar and I want to hit myself for being cheesy.

Why the fuck am I attracted to my fuckin hot but older student!

For the entirety of the class, I have them practice their own combo of kicks and punches.

I walk around and fix people's stances, stopping to admire Peeta's form, or rather, his magnificently flaccid cock that doesn't like hiding even when it's not hard. And fuck! if I don't want to peal those sweats off and taste him right this damn moment.

By the looks of his not erect cock, I am sure I will die due to lack of oxygen if I try to take his hard, big cock in my mouth. But oh, what a glorious death will it be.

"And, that's it for today, everyone. remember, self-defense does not mean violence. It is only for emergencies or when you or someone else is in danger. Never practice this on anyone outside this class,"

They all nod and walk out of the room, except Peeta who helps me tidy the entire place.

"You don't have to help me every day, Peeta," even to me, my voice sounds breathless.

"It's no big deal, you're helping me so it's the least I can do," he says with his boyishly handsome smile and my heart skips a beat.

"Thank you," I tell him, as we walk out of the gym.

"No problem, Katniss," he says and kisses my cheek.

I watch him walk away and then watch him turn around and walk back. Damn those sweats for being so close to his dick!

I decide to meet him halfway because I am pretty sure he's coming back for me-

Thunk!

I am a little disoriented and confused when a pair of strong arms wrap around me. Peeta helps me to a wall and lets me make sense of my surroundings again and I realize that I was walking while ogling him and walked into a lamppost like an idiot. This is exactly why I don't multi-task!

"you good?" he asks and I nod, feeling the heat rush in my cheeks. I want to die of embarrassment when he strokes my cheek and looks down at my lips.

I don't think anything, just tilt my head up and kiss him for the first time and when his tongue licks my lower lip, all the mortification and fatigue melt away in thin air. Then it's just us as everything fades away leaving the feel of his lips against mine.