We reach my room and I grab his shirt and pull him down on top of me. His lips brush the side of my cheek. I close my eyes and think of the first day at the pond together. I snap back into reality when I feel his hand slip under my shirt and unhook my bra. I lean up and push my lips against his. He removes my shirt from my body and my bra comes off with it. Peeta pulls away while quickly removing his shirt. I reach over and fiddle with his belt buckle and zipper until I get them off. I must've been shaky because it took me a lot longer than usual. After I'm done Peeta hurries up and helps me with mine.
"Are you sure you want to do this with everyone downstairs?" He asks with me on top of him. I nod my head, giving him approval. He enters me and I feel pain but then relief. I start to moan when he pauses and then he looks down at me.
"Kat you have to try to be quiet because I wouldn't want your mom or sister… or actually anyone to come in here on us." Peeta whispers to me, his face only a few inches away from mine. He leans down a little more to kiss me but his hair dangles there and tickles me on the nose. I let out a giggle. He smiles and I meet his gaze. A few minutes later we're back into it and then he finally pulls out. Before sliding down next to me he grabs the sheets and pulls them over both of us.
"I love you Katniss." He whispers into my ear as he closes in behind me. I roll over to face him and before I can even respond he kisses me.
"I'm so happy we're getting married." I say to him as he reaches to play with my hair. We lay there almost asleep when there's a knock on my bedroom door. We both start to get up knowing it's probably Effie or my mother but then we realize we have no clothes on.
"Toss me that." He says to me as he pulls on his boxers. How his boxers got separated from his jeans I will never know. I throw them across the room as I manage to pull my shirt and shorts on too. Peeta walks over to open the door and of course, Haymitch. Not the sober Haymitch, but the angry drunken Haymitch.
"What were you two doing?" He barely gets out, "Never mind I know what you were doing." He finishes off and then stumbles out of the room. I exchange looks with Peeta and then he grabs my hand as we continue down the steps and into the living room.
"Kat!" Prim exclaims as she runs over to me, "We're going to get your dress today!" Strangely enough a smile crosses my face and I hug her. Just then Effie comes in. I look at her and she has bags under her eyes and she's shaking. Bad.
"Effie, are you okay?" I question her and how many cups of coffee she had as I walk over to her and help her over to the couch.
"Fine, fine, just fine!" She answers me. Starting to shake again I grab a blanket a few feet away and wrap her up in it.
"You need some sleep." I tell her as I position her in a good way to sleep, "You've been too busy spending your time planning this wedding and now you're stressed out." I finish off as I take the notes from her hands. I take a look at them and they look amazing. She has designs for the venue, the dress, the tux, practically everything. Before I can thank her she's out cold on the couch. Mother, Prim, Peeta, and I all let out a laugh as we look at Effie. We've never seen her so… so quiet and not running around in those ridiculous heels giving orders.
"So when are we going for the dress?" Prim asks excitedly.
"Soon." My mother answers as she strokes her hair, "Soon, I promise." I look at the time and it's already three. Peeta glances over at me and then gets the hint.
"I've got to go to the bakery to look at some things for the wedding." He tells us, "Why don't you go and look at the dresses now?" He suggests. Before anyone can respond he has our coats in his hands and he's rushing us out the door. My mother grabs our coats and thanks him. He manages to steal a kiss before we escape out on our crazy adventure for a dress. We walk around town for a few minutes window-shopping, deciding what dresses would look best. I guess something catches not only Prim's eye but also my mothers because the next thing I know I'm getting dragged into a quaint dress store. Prim comes rushing up to me pushing pink, blue and all sorts of colored dresses into my arms.
"Prim it's suppose to be a white dress!" I say knowing I should stop her now before she gets crazed. She looks at me with a disappointed look and lets out a sad whimper.
"Okay we can look at all the dresses." I tell her before I can stop the words from rolling off my tongue. Her eyes light up and I know I've done the right thing. After all maybe a colored dress instead of plain white. The next thing I know I'm getting shoved into a dressing room. I decide to try on the deep purple one on first. It's a strapless slim fitting dress. It comes right above my ankles. The next one I try on is a navy blue with one strap reaching across my chest. It's a little puffier and longer than I like so I think this one's out. The last one I have with me in the small fitting room is a fiery red dress that reminds me of the dress I wore for my interview before the Hunger Games. It compliments me in every way possible. I walk out and everyone's jaws drop. I twirl around a few times and realize that this is the dress I want.
"You look stunning!" Prim exclaims. She rushes up next to me and examines it closer.
"Thanks Prim!" I say, "But you picked it out!" She looks up at me with confusion in her eyes.
"Katniss I didn't pick that out for you, I only picked out the blue and purple." She says shyly.
"Well then… how did it g-." I stop mid-sentence remembering now that it was in there when I entered. My mother steps forward and tells me she put it in there before I went in there. I hug her and thank her. I go back into the dressing room and admire it for a few more minutes. I exit the small room with the dress in my hands and I walk over to check out with mother and Prim. Surprisingly she says that she'll give it to me for free because it will promote her business and that because the 'girl on fire' got her wedding dress there that everyone else would want their dresses from there. We thank her and head home. Once we get there we walk into the kitchen to see Peeta standing there with two other people and a bunch of cake samples. The madness has only started.