So… Off to another scene/storyline! This time we're going back in time, to sometime after the first chapters, but years before the ticker. In other words: Katniss and Peeta are doing it, they are young and in love, and that's pretty much all you need to know.

Lemon alert! Yay!

Peeta suggested we hang a hammock between two trees in our back yard. At first I didn't really see the point – I'm not used to having spare time in which I can actually relax and enjoy myself, and that includes spending time in a hammock. But he insisted, saying a hammock is a small piece of heaven on earth.

I thought that sounded a bit inflated, to put it mildly, but relented. If it made him happy, some rope and fabric between two trees in our back yard was a small price to pay.

To my surprise, I fell in love, and I've spent way more time in the hammock this summer than Peeta has. Our back yard is big and pretty secluded, with trees sheltering us from the neighbors and the street, making it feel almost like a small forest.

I'm lying in the hammock as usual, waiting for Peeta to come home from the bakery. I'm eating an apple, reading a book about making bows which Effie got for me from the Capitol. The Capitol isn't all bad, once in a while they actually produce something useful and interesting.

Suddenly, Peeta is standing over me, blocking the sun, kissing me on the lips. I didn't notice him coming home at all, I was too absorbed in my book. "Hey gorgeous," he says, handing me a paper bag of cheese buns and then lying down next to me. It's a tight fit with both of us, but thankfully, Peeta got us a pretty wide hammock.

"How was your day?"

"Good." He kisses me again, and this time the kiss is longer, demanding. The apple falls from my hand, down on the lawn. I'm starting to understand that he doesn't really have neither cheese buns nor apples on his mind right now. "Very long, though."

I ask him innocently: "Oh, why was it long? Was it boring?"

"No." He's started kissing my neck. "It's just that all day… I've been thinking about you in this hammock. And how much I want to fuck you senseless in it."

My pulse surges at his words. Peeta may seem like the perfect Mr Nice Guy, and he is - but when he's in the right mood, he can actually be a bit of a dirty talker. And he knows that I love it. "In the hammock? Sounds kind of… dangerous."

"Are you afraid Haymitch is going to walk in on us? I just dropped by him on the way home. He gave him a bottle of liquor if he promised he would stay indoors the rest of the day."

I can't help but laugh. "Could you be any more obvious?"

Peeta laughs, too. "No."

"Actually, I was thinking more of whether we'll be able to, well, not fall out… during?"

"That slight element of danger only adds to the excitement, doesn't it?" He doesn't give me the chance to answer, catching my mouth in another passionate kiss. The cheese buns end up on the lawn as well, keeping the apple and quite quickly also my tank top company. I don't even bother to take his t-shirt off, going instead straight for the fly of his jeans, only stopping slightly to caress the warm skin of his flat stomach, muscular and fit. Once inside his boxers I find him already fully erect. When I start stroking him, he groans: "I've had to hide from people half the day, I've been thinking about you all the time and had a hard-on pretty much constantly. I had to ask Anna to take care of the shop, I've been baking. Alone." He pauses to suck on my neck, he's going to give me a pretty sizable hickey, but I don't care. "Wouldn't want to scare off the customers, after all, being the horny baker."

"But you are a horny baker" I groan into his ear, and he grins. "MY horny baker."

"True, but not as in a pervert horny baker, hopefully?"

I can't help but laugh. "Well, sometimes…"

His grip on me tightens as he laughs against my neck. I'm glad Haymitch has been bribed to stay inside for the rest of the day, but remind myself that we still have to try to keep it down, who knows if others might walk by. We don't get a lot of visitors but Haymitch, though.

Peeta pushes up my skirt, murmuring something about my choice of clothing being very convenient for a quickie. When he slips off my panties, we both almost fall out of the hammock. There is definitely an element of danger in having sex outdoors, it would seem. "Careful," I say, but the rest of the sentence disappears from my brain as his hand has found my clit. He knows me so well, he knows exactly what makes me go wild. Within seconds he has me panting, two of his fingers are pushing in and out of me while his thumb is working on my clit, and I'm wet already, ready for him. He's capturing my lips in yet another kiss, we kiss until we have to break it, gasping for air. We're lying on the side, facing each other, because this seems to be the position in which the hammock is the most stable. While the element of danger might be exciting, actually breaking a bone isn't. His cock is burning hot between my legs, and I lift up one leg to allow him access – quickly. I can feel the tip of him entering me, and I moan loudly.

Then, as if from far away, I hear something… Someone… "Catnip?"

I turn my head – and freeze.

Oh fuck.

Gale.

Who looks like he's just seen a ghost.

Or perhaps, more accurately, his old hunting partner, very much alive, screwing his one-time rival in a hammock.

Peeta must've felt my body going stiff, noticing that my gasp wasn't one of pleasure. The head of his cock slips out of me as he turns around quickly to see what I'm looking at behind his back.

Too quickly.

We lose balance,the hammock was already pretty unsteady to begin with considering the activity going on in it, and end up falling down onto the lawn. First Peeta, then I land pretty much on top of him. We are both half naked. Peeta whimpers in pain, as I land with one elbow in his stomach and the other nearly in his eye. Our limbs are tangled into each other, there's a hurried and confusing moment when Peeta tries to scramble for his jeans, but they are out of his reach, so he tries to hide his erection with his hands. My panties are out of reach, too, but thankfully I can just pull my skirt down. But where the hell is my tank top?

Then I realize that Gale is holding it in his hand.

I really don't know how this situation could possibly be worse than it is.

"Uhm… Would you mind giving me my tank top?"

Stellar, Katniss. Practical as always.

Gale seems dumbfounded. Covering my breasts with one arm, I actually have to get up to take it from him, quickly slipping it on while discreetly kicking Peeta's jeans in his direction. He scrambles to put them on as quickly as possible.

"Well, you two have obviously become quite… chummy… since the last time I saw you."

Oh yeah, that would've been back in District 13. "Uh… Things change."

"Obviously." He's dark and handsome, casually dressed, yet still cool and stylish as always. Gale could make any outfit look good, and he knows it. "I guess I… should've told you I was coming."

"That would've been… nice." Peeta has put his jeans on, and I guess it makes him feel a bit less uncomfortable, even though his erection is still clearly visible through the jeans. He surprises me by putting his arm possessively around my waist. There is no mistaking what message he's sending to Gale. He's clearly marking his territory - if he'd been a dog, he probably would've lifted his leg and peed on me.

"I'm going to… Go say hello to Haymitch."

"Okay." I feel like a fool, but I have no idea what to say.

"Would you… er, like to come to dinner? At, say eight?" I can't believe Peeta is actually inviting Gale to dinner, considering he just caught us screwing in the hammock.

"Uhm… Sounds good. I'll see you later?"

And I can't believe Gale accepted the invitation!

Gale quickly makes his retreat, and I have to hide the sounds of my nervous giggling in Peeta's t-shirt so Gale won't hear it as he leaves. "You invite him for dinner?" I manage to whisper, in between the fits of laughter.

"I can't believe he walked in on us. What is he doing here?" Peeta hisses back, quickly dragging me into the kitchen. He puts me to work on the dinner, the easy tasks that I can't mess up while he's doing the real cooking.

"I have no idea. I guess we'll find out soon enough."

"Do you think he'll tell Haymitch?"

"Yes."

"Perfect."

"Well, I suppose it's one of the hazards of outdoor sex…"

I guess dinner will be interesting.

So this chapter is to be continued... I obviously need to write about the dinner! But I need some help here, what do you think happens? Please write a review to tell me, or send me a PM. I'm usually several chapters ahead of the chapter I post, but this time I've actually only written this chapter. So I don't know what will happen during the dinner.

What do you think? Please review - and give me some ideas!