I am dead. I am dead, and her body is heaven.
We're kissing and stroking and licking and touching and somehow we both end up naked, and when she slides protection over me I am lost. Katniss lays down on her back and pulls me to her by my hips.
"This might be uncomfortable for a minute," I say. I don't know, not for sure, but I've heard such things. "Tell me if I need to stop."
Sometimes people believe it hurts, but I never wanted that to happen. Katniss and I have prepared for this moment, so when I slide into her a tiny bit at a time, she takes deep breaths but does not wince.
"Weird," she says, looking up at me. "That's... well, it's different."
"Are you okay?" I ask her, but she's shaking her head before the sentence is finished.
"No problems here. Just a little uncomfortable."
"Do you want me to-"
"No." She shakes her head harder, wrapping her arms around my lower back. "Stay with me, Peeta."
"Of course." I lean down to kiss her forehead.
Now, in this moment, I would give anything to be her. I want to know what she's thinking, how she feels, what she needs. I'm not a mind reader. All I can do is ask.
"I'm fine. Just give it a minute."
"What does it feel like?" I say instead.
She frowns, the way she does when she's thinking, and stares at my shoulder.
"Full. But in a good way. Like when you're hungry, and you eat a good meal."
Food. Of course, the metaphor would be food.
"What does it feel like for you?"
She's looking into my eyes now, but I don't have an answer for her. Warm, wet, soft, strong, the most intimate part of me vulnerable to her but it doesn't matter because I trust her, I love her, I would give up anything for her.
I look into her eyes, and know I am doomed.
"Someday I'll show you."
She doesn't understand, but she leans up to kiss me again, to pull me back down with her so my weight is on my elbows and she wraps her legs around my hips.
"It's okay now," she says.
We move slowly at first, but instinct wants me to thrust. I rock us slowly, but Katniss has other ideas. She buries her head in my neck and pulls me to her, lifting her hips up to meet mine.
"It's okay, Peeta," she says. "It's okay."
I am still gentle when I slide into her, but the physical sensation is overwhelming. I can feel my arousal pooling, hot and heavy, in the basin of my pelvis, deep inside of me. From the noise Katniss is making, I assume she feels the same. I want her to come so badly, but I don't think either of us expect it to happen.
She starts panting, gripping me wherever she can. We are gone, lost in each other, and when I collapse under the intensity of the pressure she is calling my name. The pleasure is ineffable as we rock together, our bodies joined in a dance as old as time.
By the time I regain my senses, I feel nothing but pure bliss.
Katniss cleans up quickly, throwing our clothes into a pile on her chair and blowing out candles. She crawls into bed with me and curls up, resting her head on my chest.
"Peeta?" I hear her say in the dark.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
I lean down to kiss the top of her head.
"I love you, too, Katniss."
It is true. I want her. I need her. She is the love of my life, and only with her am I complete.
A/N: If I had known Hunger Games fans were a bunch of dirty smut-crazed sex perverts, I would have started doing this a long time ago ;)