Hello! So I do have to say I was a little bummed that I got some fairly negative reviews for the last chapter. But it's ok, I asked for it! So tell me if this chapter is any better! Because, in fact, it CAN only get better! Thank you for all of your love and support!

I could never explain the happiness I'm feeling right now.

Satisfied warmth caresses me. A delicious soreness consumes my muscles. I feel like I'm in udder bliss. I slowly flutter my eyes open to see that my new husband is missing.

I'm suddenly struck with a mild irritation and a slight longing for him.

I roll onto his side of our bed and pull his pillow to my nose. It smells wonderfully like him, it brings a smile to my face.

But I smell something else in the room as well. Cinnamon.

I pull the sheets back off my naked body and find a small spot of blood. My first response was to panic, but quickly my mother's voice echoed in my head. A few weeks before the wedding she told me it was normal to bleed a little after your first time having sex.

I also recall trying my very best to escape the extremely awkward conversation. I know now that she was just trying to educate me, just in case. And a small part of me regrets not listening to the information given.

I stood off the bed and stretched. My thigh muscles and lower stomach muscles are a little sore, but I feel fabulous every other way. I walk to the adjoining bathroom and freshen myself up a little. After spraying some water on my face, gargling mouthwash, and running a brush through my hair I feel instantly refreshed.

I place the robe around my shoulders and went to search for my missing husband.

I slowly crept down the steps and watched for Peeta. He sat at the kitchen table sketching in his sketch pad. I watched him intently. Right now he's in his own world, lost in his bliss.

I get a closer look at the picture and see that it's me. The image is the moment I walked down the aisle. It's in his perspective though, exactly what he saw. But there is a light radiating from behind me, illuminating me.

It takes me a second to place that it's the sunset bouncing off the window's reflections. He has place an expression of love on my face. He captured exactly what I was feeling. As the pencil glides across the paper a smile forms on his face. He looks so happy and peaceful.

Ding Ding!

The tiny bell made both of us jump. He stood and walked over to the oven, using an oven mitt he pulled out a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls.

Well that explains the wonderful smell.

He gently sat them on top of the stove to cool. I started to walk down the steps as he headed back to the table, when he saw me his eyes lightened to a clear blue and his smile almost blinded me.

"Good morning beautiful!" He said as he met me at the bottom of the stairs. He slid his arms around my waist on the third step up and spun me around the kitchen while he was still holding me.

When he stopped he continued to hold me against his chest, dangling me above the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept my arms around his neck. He kept one arm around my waist and the other got lost in my hair while toying with it.

"Good morning my handsome husband."

We smiled as we pressed our lips together. Again and again, tiny sweet pecks.

But what started off playful quickly grew to become a small fire between us. Warmth and hunger spread through my body, including my most sensitive area. We both have a strong grip of each other's hair, holding one another securely in place.

Peeta walks us over to the refrigerator and pushes me strongly against it.

Peeta's hand abandoned my hair and took a firm hold on my thigh. Then he moved his hand slowly under my robe and grazed by my wet folds.

The contact made me jump, and squirm in his arms. The jolt made him smile against my mouth.

Slowly he slipped one finger inside me and started moving it in and out. Last night's new love-making has made me slightly sore, but not enough to disguise the pleasure I'm feeling.

He slowly added another finger, and then stroked me down to my core. He started to stroke on the top of my inner walls. Every stroke took my breath and made me feel like I was going to combust. I feel like I'm losing all control of self.

Subconsciously I grab at Peeta, over and over again. Doing my best to pull him closer, moaning his name, and desperately trying to satisfy my need for him.

He keeps stroking me over and over again, faster with each one.

"Peeta! Oh my god…ah…Peeta!"

I feel like I might burst when suddenly my walls clamp down around his fingers. I lose all track of time and thoughts. The pulling blissful feeling spreads through me again. Tugging from my toes to the tips of the hair on my head.

When I felt my delicious release end I just laid my head on Peeta's shoulder, whom was still holding me up like it was nothing. It's a good thing too, because my limbs are like jello.

When I regain some control I leaned completely up against the fridge to look at Peeta. He had a winning smile on his face, and wet liquid running down his stomach. Is it sweat?

"Oh…Peeta. That was…wow," I say still trying to catch my breath. I pointed to the slick substance on his stomach, "What is that?"

"Oh this?" He said pointing to it. "It came out of you when you came. Last time when you had an orgasm this didn't come out. I don't know what it is honestly. Maybe it was the way I was touching you this time?"

I turned cherry red. I'm realizing now how uneducated I am about sex.

Peeta is suppressing a smile, and quite possibly a laugh as well. "Well whatever it is, I like when you did it!"

This in turn made me blush even more. He lost his control and gave out a strong laugh. He planted a quick peck on my cheek, and said, "Well my beautiful wife I made you breakfast."

He gently sat me down in my chair, and pushed it in. He walked over to the stove where he got a hand towel to wipe himself off.

He picked a couple of cinnamon rolls off the pan and placed them on 2 different plates. He walked over and placed them on the table, one in front of me and one on his side. Walking over to the fridge I saw his shoulders. There were 2 tiny scratches of either shoulder. In a moment of shame I realized it was because of me. I made the marks.

"Peeta? Did I do that to your shoulders?" He tugged at the skin on his shoulders to get a better look.

"Oh yeah, just a few minutes ago." I looked at him in shame, tears threatening to pool my eyes. "Hey now, Katniss. It doesn't hurt! Actually I thought it was pretty hot, it shows me that you were enjoying yourself. That I was bringing you that pleasure."

His words brought a smile back to my face. Because they are true he did bring me that pleasure.

He returns to the table with 2 already poured chilled glasses of milk. When he handed me mine he placed a kiss on my temple.

"So did you sleep well?" He asked as he picked apart his still hot roll.

"Actually very good! I didn't have any nightmares. That hasn't happened since….um…before the arena, I think." It's sad when a person couldn't even tell you the last night she didn't have a night mare.

"I didn't have any either actually. Now that I think about it."

We continued to eat in quiet. This wasn't bad, until I started to think of last night's intimacy. This resulted in me blushing scarlet down to my chest. I prayed Peeta wouldn't notice my rosy flush. When I looked up to peek at him I seen in the same state I was in. Looking down as conspicuously as he could, blushing the same red hue as me.

It made me laugh hard. Peeta looked at me with a confused expression. When I finally calmed down enough, I spoke, "I just think it's so funny how embarrassed we are! We are married, and in love, but we are still so modest about our love-making!" I started laughing again and holding my sides.

He joined in with me. It's the first time in a while we've both had a good laugh together. Kind of a great way to start our marriage.

When our laughter finally died off he looked at me and asked, "So what do you want to do today?"

I had to suppress a giggle as my mind thought of dirty things.