I wake to a familiar, yet agitating voice, "Well, well, sweetheart. What's all this?" Haymitch chuckles as he yanks the blanket off of us. What? Did he expect to find us naked?

I tell by his light-hearted attitude that he's already had some to drink. I wonder if we can ever help him out of that habit.

I instinctively curl up as he rips the blanket off, and Peeta grumbles, half asleep. I figured Haymitch would show up sooner or later when I made the call, but I quickly forgot I had even called him.

I cuddle closer to Peeta, then wave Haymitch out with one hand.

"Fine, fine lovebirds. I'm out." Haymitch snarls as he stomps away. That man could be a twenty horse stampede.

I drape an arm and leg over Peeta and reach down for the blanket. My hand brushes Peeta's butt and he wakes fully.

With a half smile, he kisses my forehead, "Good morning."

Since I'd draped my arm and leg over him, and we are facing one another, we are in a very intimate position. And it feels amazing.

I want to kiss him so badly, but I fear he will reject me. After earlier, I can't handle another rejection. It's obvious to me that he doesn't love me anymore. But to hear it from the lips I had just kissed was so much more devastating than I could have ever imagined. I study his creamy milk toned face. He is so beautiful. The chiseled features. The little blonde wisps escaping onto his forehead. The deep, blue eyes. The pale pink lips.

He must be studying me, too, since neither of us has spoken for what seems an eternity. I wonder if he is thinking about kissing me as well. Or maybe he's reading my thoughts and scoffing at me for being so much of a girl.

My eyelids begin to flutter shut. I'm still very tired.

I feel kisses on my eyelids. Soft, light kisses that feel like snowflakes when they touch your skin. The kisses move down my cheeks, over my lips, and down my neck. They stop just at the top of my shirt, even though I wish they would go farther. Under.

I open my eyes, moving ever closer to the boy with the bread.

"Katniss, may I kiss you more? Farther?" he asks so sweetly, eyes innocent yet curious.

I nod, thanking Heaven that he wanted to go farther.

He sucks softly on my ear before he kisses his way back down to my shirt, slipping his hand under it and then unbuttoning the top buttons.

"Katniss," he says between kisses, "Katniss, I still love you."

I sigh as his hands move down to lift my shirt up over my head. I am so worried he will see my scars and think I'm disgusting. Then he will really hate me. He couldn't possibly love me with the scars.

But, as the shirt leaves my body, he makes no implication of disgust or fear. He has the scars, too.

His lips close over my left nipple, and his tongue laves it.

I gasp, having never felt that sensation in my life. Is this really leading to where I think it is? Is it really? I am fairly certain Peeta is a virgin, and I know I am. Would sex even be plausible right now?

All thought and reason vanishes as his finger slide into my warm wetness. I hadn't even realized he was inching his way down.

"Oh, Peeta," I moan as my hips buck against his fingers sliding in and out of me.

He slips my pants down my legs, and I kick them off completely. He struggles out of his shirt and pants, settling back down next to me.

I reach between us, finding his hard, swollen member and stroking it softly. I don't want to hurt him and I know how delicate that area is for a man. I take some of the wetness dripping from between my legs and rub him with it.

He moans and seeks my lips with his. His tongue enters my mouth, playing with mine as he sighs and sucks on my lips.

Before I know it, he is on top of me, my legs spread apart and his throbbing manhood at my entrance.

My brain isn't even there to notice how fast things are moving. It is on vacation in that pool of warm feeling and bliss.

He separates his mouth from mine, "Are you ready?"

I half whisper, half pant, "Yes, Peeta."

He eases into me, trying to be careful since I'm sure he knows female virgins usually have painful first times.

But I feel no pain as he fills me. No sensation of being torn in any way. I suppose I probably lost whatever was there in all of the conflict I'd been through.

"Are you okay?" he pants. I can tell he is holding back, trying to let me adjust to his length deep inside me.

I nod, "Don't hold back, Peeta. It doesn't hurt." To show him I'm fine, I lift my hips up so he slides in deeper.

He takes my lips again, kissing me passionately as he pulls out and thrusts back in, at first slowly, but then growing in speed.

The room is filled with sounds of pleasure, groans mixed with sighs and sharp intakes of breath. I feel my walls begin to tighten, and my heart begin to race. His thrusts have become too fast for me to match, and I feel my pleasure building into the unknown. The wave of pleasure overcomes me, and I feel myself spasm around his hardness. One more deep thrust and I feel him spill his warm liquid into me. I feel our mixed fluids drip down my butt cheek.

We lay there for a few minutes, his now soft length still sheathed inside me. What had just happened?

Peeta rolls off of me, pulling the blanket over us and kissing my ear. I'm too exhausted to process what was going on, so I simply let my dreams overtake me as he snuggles up to my naked body.