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A/N: I wrote this from midnight to three in the morning, you can sue me if it sucks. I feel I should warn you for the "steamy" chapter your about to read. Basically, if you don't wanna read it, (cause I don't remember what I rated this story, maybe I'll fix it) stop after you read: ""You know, I'm probably going to need some help getting out of my dress. Then I should probably take a shower." I lead him to the staircase as he seemed to pick up on what I was hinting at. "
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Chapter Six.

Everything was calmer at night. I read the time on the clock and it was nearing eight. The muscles in my back felt as if they were continuously being tied into knots. In all honesty, the only thing I wanted to do right now was take a nice bath and then sleep. However, I knew Peeta wanted to talk to me.

I found him in the kitchen. He was washing dishes facing away from me. "Hey Peeta." I said lightly. He looked towards my direction but finished what he was doing first. I walked towards the counter and leaned against it while he turned the water off and dried his hands.

"Hey." He answered when he was finally facing me. It was quiet after that. The happiness that was here when the reporters were here seemed to fade away.

"Are we going to talk about last night?" I finally questioned, making eye contact with him. He let out a sigh.

"Let me start off by telling you I'm sorry that I yelled at you like that and then stormed out. I shouldn't have done that and I'm just going to let you know that will never happen again."

I nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. I love you."

"I love you, too." He hesitated a bit and looked down at his hands. "I was just thinking, maybe we should spend some time apart from one another." I was taken back. Spend time apart? I couldn't even sleep without him next to me.

"No." I mumbled. "No, that's a horrible idea." I said while shaking my head. "Peeta, whatever stress we were under is gone now. I'm almost six months pregnant, we can't just take some time apart from each other. I need you the most right now." My hand was pressing against my stomach while I pleaded with him.

"I know. I know you need me. And I'll be here for you. I was just thinking that maybe a night or two away from each other could be healthy for us." I just kind of looked at him while I pondered the idea. Was he trying to tell me it's over? Does he finally realize that he deserves better than me? My eyes started to water.

"It's over isn't it?" I whispered holding back my tears.

"What? No! No, no, no, no, no. I'm not saying that! Katniss, I love you." With that, his lips pressed to mine. I was shocked at first, I wasn't exactly expecting that. But I didn't object. I wrapped my fingers into his shiny blonde hair. I let my eyes close and deepened the kiss. He was the one that broke it.

"It was just a thought. I'm not going to leave you. I love you too much." He wiped whatever tears escaped and leaned his forehead against mine. I tugged on his tie and pulled him down to kiss him lightly. I stepped away but continued to tug his tie and shirt. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You know, I'm probably going to need some help getting out of my dress. Then I should probably take a shower." I lead him to the staircase as he seemed to pick up on what I was hinting at.

After that, he started to chase me as I climbed the stairs as fast as I could. I started to run to our bedroom when he caught me around the waist. He picked me up at the bedroom door, carried me a short distance, and then propped me on the side of the bed. His lips instantly were on mine as I began to undo the black belt he was wearing. His hands went to the zipper on the back of my dress and slid it down easily. I stood up and let the dress fall off me while his pants fell to his ankles. We both stepped out of the clothing while kicking our shoes off in the process. He had his tie off and half the buttons to his shirt undone by the time my hands were back on his chest. I moved his hands aside and let my hands wander over his muscles.

His shirt hit the ground. He tilted my chin up so that he could kiss me and his hands went just under my butt to help lift me up. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him while he placed me on the bed. For a moment he just looked at me with lust in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip before kissing every inch of my skin he could find.

I let out a moan when he nibbled on the skin under my ear, right under my jaw. I could feel him smiling. "Wait." I breathed and he stopped to look at my face. "My turn." I pushed at his chest and rolled over so that I was straddling him. It looked strange from where I was, seeing as how there was now a moon attached to my stomach. My self-confidence was shot for a moment. I looked for something in his eyes that would tell me he thought this was disgusting, but all I found was lust and love.

I continued to touch him anywhere my hands could get. I leaned forward and kissed him before working my way to his jaw, then down the side of his neck, and to his chest. I let my fingers trace over the lines of his muscles until I reached the edge of his boxers. I looked at him with a devilish grin before very slowly tugging his boxers down his legs. I slid out of my panties and then it was just our skin pressing against one another.

We flipped again and I used my elbows to push myself towards the pillows. I was getting tired of the foreplay. I just wanted him at this point.

"Peeta." I moaned in his ear while he sucked on my neck. He hummed against my skin in response. "Fuck me." I breathed out quickly. I immediately felt more heat rise to my cheeks, however, I was lucky that my whole face was already red enough from the current activities. He just looked at me and smirked.

He let his hands wander to my legs and began massaging the inside of my thighs, dangerously close to my lower lips. I breathed out a moan and shut my eyes. I felt him press into me and I moaned louder. He let out a growl as he continued to push completely into me.

That was it then. We both turned into a mess of moans and tangled limbs. His lips attached themselves to my skin while my hands tangled into his golden locks. My breathing started to hitch while he started to lose a rhythm.

"Peeta!" I gasped and then I was over the edge I shook and nearly screamed at the top of my lungs.

He continued to pump himself in and out, quickly and repetitively. I was urging him to finish with whispered words in his ear. Finally, I heard him moan my name before letting out a strained grunt, and then he buried his face into my neck. He bit at my skin and chills went through my entire body.

He rolled to the side and then we just laid there. Sweaty and spent. I let my breathing ease back to normal and then looked to my right to see Peeta. He looked at me and laughed. "We probably should shower."

I furrowed my eyebrows and then rubbed at my face. When I looked at my hand, I saw the multiple different colors of make-up that were now running off my face with the sweat. I scrunched my face at the sight. "Good idea." I nodded and Peeta stood up before helping me off the bed and letting me lead to the way to the bathroom.