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-Kayla C.

I'm awakened in what seems like seconds later. But I'm careful not to let Peeta know that I'm awake. I can hear him humming and stroking my loose hair with the arm that I'm laying against.

I catch his reflection in the window separating us from the driver. He's staring out the window; while stroking my right hand which I laid in his lap.

The car comes to a slow stop and Peeta looks around all the windows to see what's going on. He leans down to my hand. He softly lays a kiss at the top of it and whispers, "Mrs. Mellark, it's time to wake up. We're here honey."

I shifted my head up so he could see my face. I lightly rubbed under my eyes to rid myself of any mascara smudges. He smiled and kissed my forehead again. "How long have we been driving," I asked as I stretched.

Peeta pulled out my father's pocket watch to check the time. I looked up to my new husband in admiration, using his gift in such a proud way mad me happy. "Only for about 35 minutes. Not too long but I thought I should let you rest a little. I know that today has been grueling on you."

I snuggled up closer to him. "Actually it's been the best day of my life." His breath caught and he pulled me even tighter, "Mine too." He smiles, before the limousine door is abruptly opened, revealing the site of our honeymoon.

It's a tiny cabin, in what I'm assuming are the outskirts of the Capitol. No prying neighbors or Capitol paparazzi, we are completely alone out here.

I silently decided tomorrow I will make a personal phone call to Cinna to thank him for what he did. And what he has done for me, this whole wedding. He's giving us privacy. If only for a few days we will be completely alone.

Peeta and I stand there in a daze examining our new home for the next couple of days. And I think instantaneously we both are stricken with a huge case of nerves. We both tense our muscles simultaneously.

This is the location of our first night of passion. Where we will make our marriage official.

The driver walks back from unlocking the house door and gently places our luggage inside. He hands Peeta the key to the home and says goodbye.

We slowly approach the front door holding hand. Steps before the door he drops my interlocked hand and swoops me up into his arms. He turned the knob slightly with his hands then pushes open with his bad knee. I blush and curl into his neck as he carries me through the threshold of the door.

Once inside he places me on my feet, and kisses my hand. He picks up our luggage and carries it through the house looking for the bedroom. The cabin is medium-sized, not too large or small, just perfect for us. It's two stories, with a staircase over looking the kitchen. I let him lead us through the house and up the stairs.

I offered to help with the luggage but Peeta refused to let me lift a finger.

At the top of the stairs there was a tiny hallway with 2 doors. The first door we opened we found a bathroom. Not even close the size of the extravagant one in my bridal suite but still pretty big in comparison to what we have at District 12.

We walked down to the next door, and turned the knob. The bedroom itself was huge, you could look over and see the door opened to reveal another bathroom which was very similar size to the one in the suite. The bed was king-sized and plush. The thick comforter was the color of blue, the same shade of blue as Peeta's eyes. The room was filled with unlit candles, and it had a dresser large enough for two and a walk in closet as well.

We walked into the room gazing at its beauty. We stood there slowly examining the room.

Both of us met our eyes to the bed at the same time. Suddenly there was an intense air around us. We stood there for a little bit just staring at it.

It startled me when Peeta cleared his throat, as he sat down the luggage.

"I, uh, I should go … take a shower. Haymitch split a little liquor on me and I'm dying to get rid of the smell."

"Yeah, ok, me too."

He picked the suitcases back up and placed them on the top of the dresser. The first one he clicked open contained men's clothing, identifying it as Peeta's. He grabbed out his toothbrush, bar of soap, and boxers.

He kissed my lips and whispered, "I'll be right back." I smiled at him sweetly, "Promise?" "Promise," he said winking at me.

He started to close the door when I remembered, "Oh Peeta!" He looked back at me, "Yes?" I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. "Would you, please, unzip my dress? I-I won't be able to reach."

The air surrounding him became serious. He slowly approached me as I turned my back to him. His fingertips softly dragged across the side of my neck as he pulled the hair to one side. The soft tips of his fingers were replaced by soft kisses trailing down my neck to the top of my shoulders.

This simple display of affection caused my skin to break out into goose bumps, and my breath was taken from my lungs. He gingerly pinched the zipper and started to tug it down my back slowly. The fingertip of his thumb dragged down my bare back.

When the zipper met at the small of my back he placed both his hands on my shoulders. Ever so slowly he slid the dress off my shoulders. Not enough for me to show anything, just enough for them to be bare to him. He placed a kiss on each of my shoulders, and dropped his hands.

"Thank you." I turned to look at him holding my hands to my chest to keep up my dress. He has already picked up his bathroom items and is standing at the door.

"You're welcome Katniss."

As soon as the door was closed behind him I sprang into action. I opened up the smaller of the suitcases to find my tolietries. I placed that suitcase into the bathroom connecting to our room. I came back into the bedroom and tore my suitcase open.

The first thing I find when I open it is my new lingerie looking up at me. This makes me so glad Peeta opened the one that he did. I take the white lingerie and the white robe that I have been wearing most of the day out of the box.

I place all of the suitcases on the floor beside the dresser to tuck them out of the way. Quickly I find a small black lighter with my wedding date and our names tattooed on the side of it in pink. I light every candle in the room and flick off the lights.

I quickly brush my teeth and jump into the shower. I scrub my skin clean of the Capitol reception. When I get out I quickly apply lotion, and loosen the one braid I held in my hair all of today. I swiftly raked my fingers through it while examining my face. Even without my makeup I hold my Capitol radiance on my skin.

I slide my white gown on, and cover with the white "Mrs. Mellark" robe and tighten it close.

Not taking note of it before, I realize my heart is pounding and adrenaline is running through my veins. My hands are slightly shaking too.

Really, Katniss, you're nervous?

There was a soft knock at the door. "Katniss? Are you ok, sweetheart?"

My husband's voice isn't actually worried, just nervous. Wait come to think of it I've never found out if he was a virgin or not. It's never really been brought up into a conversation. I mean how awkward is that?

"Y-Yes, um, I'm ok. I'll be … right out."

I can't hear or see him but I sense him move away from the door.

A few deep breaths and I think I'm ready.

I slowly turn the knob and peek my eyes around the door. I can see him sitting at the end of the bed fondling with the pearl ring he gave me. He didn't notice the door cracked open at first but he quickly noted it.

He looked up at me and smiled. A shy smile, with excitement behind it.

I must look like a small child that's in trouble the way I'm peeking around the door. Modesty consumes me when I notice he's only in his boxer briefs.

I slowly push the door open with the tips of my fingers to reveal myself to him. When the door is opened enough I stand perched on the door frame, tightly grasping it.

I visibly see him lose his controlled demeanor for just a split second. He tensed his relaxed back, his eyes widened, and his breath caught. The instant he let go, he regained his relaxed moon right back.

I knew I was blushing at this point.

"Come here," he said with a smile.

I lifted myself off the frame and slowly walked to him. He stood with open arms. I knew he was trying to relax me, show me that there wasn't any pressure.

He took me into his arms and stroked my hair, I was shaking with nerves and excitement. He bent down and wrapped his left arm around my knees cautiously knocking me off my feet. He swooped me up into his arms like he did earlier when he carried me into the threshold.

I always forget how strong he is even with his prosthetic leg.

He sat back down on the end of the bed and sat me in his lap. The hand that was holding up my back has moved back into my hair, and the hand under my knees has rested respectfully on the top of my thighs.

"You're shaking," he said with understanding.

"I'm nervous," I said with a smile. "But you are too," I added, "You aren't shaking like me, but your heart is racing. It's beating so fast. It's like you're back in the arena."

He kissed my forehead, "It feels like it a little bit. But that moment when I was announced as the victor, that moment could never compare to how I feel about this moment now. To knowing how you feel about me."

I felt my heart flip in my chest. "Peeta, have you … ever done … this … before?"

He looked at me, as if he had been taken back by my question. He, then, burst into a strong laughter, and pulled me close to him. I could feel the ripple through his body.

"Of course not Katniss!" Another spell of laughter consumed him. "Sweetie, you were even my first kiss. So trust me, you are the first and only girl I'm ever going to make love too."

I feel a release of some of the nerves in my body. His tone turned more serious and he looked me in the eyes, "Have you ever?"

I smiled and kissed his lips. "No you were my first kiss," I put my hands on both sides of his face. "You are also my first love, and … in a matter of minutes you will be the first and only man I will make love to."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me hungrily. He wrapped his right arm tightly around my waist and pulled me painfully close to him.

We kissed like this for what seemed like hours, and I knew I was ready. I pulled away and looked into his blue eyes.

I whispered, "I'm ready."

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