Honestly thank guys so much for the kind words, it's truly what made me write and post this chapter so quickly. And with that being said, if any of you guys are suffering from depression or anxiety like myself, I highly encourage you to talk to someone or talk to me, because I would love to try and help you out.
This chapter is rated mature, for sexy reasons. Hopefully I'm not too terrible at writing smut.

I still haven't been able to look Jack directly in the eyes after Monday night. The rational part of me knows that it was dark and he saw nothing other than a large mass of two body underneath the sheets. But the winning, unrealistic side of me is convinced that his eyes adjusted to the black on the walk from his room to Peeta's and he's going to tell Bran that he saw Daddy lying on top of me while kissing and they didn't have tops on. And Bran being smarter than the average eight year old is going to know exactly what we were doing. And even worse I'm afraid that Bran will think less of me or stop approving of his father and my relationship. Or, oh God, not want me to be his mom anymore.

I make the mistake and visibly cringe which Johanna notices right away. She knew from the moment I walked through the laboratory doors that something was wrong.

"Spit it out, Everdeen," she commands.

"Spit what out?"

"Whatever the fuck is wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me."

My acting skills are obviously worse than I thought they were because Johanna gives me a look that tells me she's not exactly buying it.

"It's not healthy to keep emotions bottled up the way you do and as your replacement best friend while Prim is away at school, I demand you tell me what's going on."

I huff and I puff but eventually I tell her. "Peeta and I almost had sex last night but Jack walked in in us and now I'm afraid that he seen something is is going to tell Bran and then Bran is going to hate me. And I stayed the night last night and was planning to leave before the kids got up but of course they caught me and Sage was mad that I didn't tell her we were having a sleepover so I promised that I'd sleep over again tonight. And Peeta is just so relaxed about everything and knows that Jack didn't see anything but fuck, I'd feel a little better if he showed the slight bit of nervousness, because I'm freaking out!" I spit out all at once.

Johanna is silent for a few long moments before doubling over suddenly and giving out a loud and offensive laugh. "You're a hoot."

"This is serious. What if Jack really does tell Bran and then Bran decides that I'm not good enough for his father because we got caught in the act and I'm kicked to the curb?"

"Jesus, settle down. I wasn't even there but I highly doubt that Jack saw anything and if he did, he wouldn't know what he saw. If he does on the offhand chance babble to Bran that Daddy and new Mommy were kissing in bed together, then just talk to Bran."

"I just want to be good enough," I grumble to myself but Johanna hears it.

"You are good, Kitty Kat. You are honestly the best thing that has ever happened to Peet and those kids. I know that I joke around about you two getting married and stuff and being the kids new mother but I honestly think that. I know this is still so new but who cares, you're obviously a perfect match for each other."

It's hard to mask the surprised look on my face when Johanna Mason actually said something meaningful, sincere, and nice for once in her life. "Really think so?"

"Oh course. And I have too much invested in the pair of you so don't fuck it up." And there she goes, back to her regular crass self.

"What makes you think I'll fuck it up?"

"Please, Peeta's as close to perfect as it gets. He's not going to fuck up."

XxX

Peeta has been extremely hands off much to my pleasure. He knows that there is no way I'd kiss him again in front of the kids anytime soon, though we have really shown any PDA in front of them as it is. But now I'm taking extra precautions.

But with so little contact over this week, especially with staying the night again on Tuesday, my body has been craving attention. The preview of what might happen in the future was enough to send my body in overdrive. It's like my body is a radar and it's honed in into Peeta whenever he is near by, causing me to lose all train of thought at images of Monday night play through my head on a continuous reel.

"Pack a bag for the weekend," Peeta said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind as I do the dinner dishes.

My body stills and my breathing accelerate. This is the first actual contact in four days. There is nothing more that I want to do than push my back against his front and force his lips to my neck. But the kids are in the living room watching some TV show so I can't.

"Why?"

"I asked my parents to take the kids for the weekend so starting tomorrow it'll be just you and me."

"What about Bran's game in Saturday?"

"He's alright with missing one game. I promised to do anything he wanted."

"Peeta," I sigh. "I can't have Bran resenting me for making him miss a game. He loves playing soccer."

"Trust me, Bran doesn't resent you. He loves you. Sage and Jack love you. We all love you, Katniss. Now make sure you pack a bag because the moment you come back here after work tomorrow, you're mine for forty-eight hours."

XxX

By Friday afternoon, I was such a ball of emotions that Johanna actually sent me home. I tried to protest but she had found out from the grape vine that the kids wouldn't be home until late Sunday afternoon and became adamant that I leave to get to spend as much time with Peeta as possible. As long as I fill her in with the juicy details, of course.

Peeta would still be working at the bakery so I briefly thought about heading back to my place for the time being but quickly thought against because I didn't want to waste any unneeded time spent driving from one place to another.

I pull my Jeep behind the bakery van and head for the front. Vick is behind the front counter reading some sort of sports magazine.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be at school?" I ask once he looks up to see who has come in.

"Work permit," Vick says simply without further explanation. "Peeta's in his office."

I knock once before entering the small room. Peeta's got his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and he reads the paper in his hand. He sees me standing by the closed door and confusion forms on his face immediately.

"You're not supposed to be here." That's not what I expected to hear exactly.

"Oh, I can go…" I say with a nervous but bitter tone.

"That's not what I meant. It's just you don't get off work for another few hours and I was planning on surprising you with dinner and a clean house."

"Oh," I sigh with relief. "I don't need surprise dinners or a clean house. If you want I can go up and start something. I was going to do that but I thought I'd come say hello."

Peeta shakes his head. "I'm done early. I was just going to finish paying this bill then head up."

"Okay, well I'll see you up there shortly then."

Just as I'm about to shut the door all the way Peeta calls my name and I'm poking my head through the crack. "Yeah?"

He gives me the 'come here' motion with his pointer finger with a delicious smile on his face. I smirk and shut the door behind me as I saunter over to Peeta mahogany desk until I'm directly in front of him.

I lean down just enough for one of Peeta's hand to cup my chin and pull me the rest of the way to meet his lips. I'm sure the kiss was supposed to be a sweet and innocent one but that isn't the kind of mood I'm in. I find myself straddling Peeta's thighs, sinking onto his lap, and further deepening the kiss with as much fire and lust as I can muster.

Once we're breathless, I pull away only slightly so our lips still brush together. "No fancy dinners, just me and you, okay?"

"We'll order take out," Peeta leaned down to trail his lips across my neck.

"Or we can skip dinner. I'm only hungry for one thing and it's not food," I whisper. What is Peeta doing to me?

"I like the way you think."

XxX

Peeta ended up making me wait and eat dinner, much to my dismay. I'm hot and bothered and want nothing more than to have him take me on the kitchen counter. But Peeta seems to be completely unaffected by all this. He even stopped me trying to progress this night faster than what it's been going to have us eat. How can anyone think about food at a time like this? I love eating, especially if it's something Peeta has made, but even I cannot stop thinking about ripping Peeta's jeans off and sticking my hand down the front of Peeta's boxers.

"Katniss," Peeta interrupts my naughty thoughts.

"What?"

"You were staring."

I pout my lips the way Sage would when she's upset over something. "You promised that we could skip dinner."

"You need to eat. Food creates energy and we will be needing it this weekend," he smirked.

"I'm full," I protest further by pushing my plate away from me.

Peeta shakes his head and laughs lightly but gets up and collects our plates and deposits them into the sink nonetheless. He walks slowly to me until he stands directly in front of me and I have to crane my neck back so I can see Peeta's face properly.

I let out a light gasp when I see how lust-filled his eyes are. He's just as affected by me as I am of him. I lose all thought and forget how to form words as Peeta continues to stare down at me. I shut my eyes and it's almost as if he's actually touching me. I can feel my skin prickle with every place he looks.

"Katniss," he whispers right into my ear. I let out a pathetic moan at his hot breath against my neck. "You know what you do to me? How hard it's been to contain myself, especially this week? Do you want to know how many times I've gone to bed hard at just the thought of you? Too many nights, Katniss, too many."

I moan again as Peeta's lips find mine but whimper when he pulls away way too quickly. He grabs my hand and pulls me to his bedroom and closing the door. I almost say something about locking it but it's not needed since we're the only ones here.

Peeta, who's been extremely patient on tonight's events, wastes no time with yanking my tee shirt over and off of my bed before my back hits the middle of the bed. I watch as he stripes his work shirt off, muscles rippling with fluid each movement. We're back into contact seconds later, all lips, and tongues, and hands, and animalistic noises that get lost in the still air around us.

Peeta moves his hand behind me and unhooks my bra with surprising ease.

"Perfect," I hear him mutter as he stares down at my breasts and I have to fight the urge to cover myself.

Peeta's lips descend on one of my puckered nipples and he flicks it lightly with the very tip of his lips. I arch my back in tempts to press more of myself into him, wanting so badly to tell him that I do not need any foreplay and that I wouldn't mind if we skipped the act in its entirety but I'm still having troubling forming actual words. So I try to convey what I want by sliding my hand down his soft chest, stopping shortly to feel the light smattering of pale blonde chest hair, then continuing my way to the buckle of his belt. It's hard to undo it with only a single hand but I somehow manage. I bypass popping the button of his jeans altogether and try to stick my hand directly down the front of Peeta's pants but his hand latches onto my wrists and stops me.

"No," he says against the skin of my breast.

"No?" I question him.

He nods his head. "As much as I'd love it if you touch me right now, you can't. I'm already not going to last long enough without your tempting hands."

"It's fine. We'll just do it again."

"We're not going to have sex the first time without you coming before me. I'm a gentleman."

"I really don't care," I protest by going for his pants again.

"Katniss, I love you and your enthusiasm, but I need to focus on you right now. Lay back and let me pleasure you, okay?"

"Fine," my hand recedes back up to his hair as Peeta's main focus becomes my own pants.

Peeta kisses along the edge of my worn and tattered jeans where olive skin meets offensive material before slowly undoing my pants and sliding them down my thighs. And once my jeans are off he spreads my legs and lies between them, dragging his lips and scruffy cheeks up the skin of my inner thigh, effectively setting my entire body on fire.

I hear him breathe in deep as his nose reaches the apex of my thighs. "Fuck, you smell so good."

It should be illegal to do what Peeta's currently doing. Actually it is, because what he's doing is certainly classified as torture. Kissing the edge of my panty line just as he did with my jeans with the occasional flick of his tongue against my skin. I wiggle around trying to get him to touch me there and only sometimes will he comply and kiss me through my soaked panties but as always goes back to the sweet torture.

"Peeta," I pant, no longer able to handle the buildup. "Please."

I felt his smirk against my leg but I didn't care because he gave in and the last of my clothing is finally off and Peeta's mouth is descending on me. I give an unhuman moan as Peeta spreads my lips and flicks the small bundle of nerves with his tongue before latching his mouth onto me and sucking hard. I'm not sure whether to yank Peeta by the hair and pull him away from me because of how turned on he's gotten me or pull him in further so he can finish me off. I don't have a chance before pressure begins to build between my legs and releases.

"That's one climax," Peeta smiles up to me with a shiny chin and lips. "Want to see how many I can get you to have before you orgasm?"

"No, I want you to fuck me."

"Ms. Everdeen I'm beginning to think you don't know what the meaning of patience is," Peeta laugh before sinking a finger into me tantalizingly slow. "You're giving Niagara Falls a run for its money with how wet you are."

I'd normally be embarrassed by someone telling me that but I'm too horny and worked up that I can't even think about caring about anything at this moment other than completion.

I feel one finger pump in and out of me slowly to open me further and relax my muscles before Peeta adds another finger and adds his mouth back into the equation. He's doing something with his fingers and his tongue and it's enough to bring me right to the edge again. I tumble into climax number two as Peeta applies the slightest of pressure against my clit and hums softly.

I shout. "Fuck," the wave crashes but it's not enough to be completely sated, but I want more. "Peeta, please."

I can tell by the lazy smile that Peeta gives me that, that he's taking pity on me and giving me what I want. Finally he unbuttons those damned jeans and slides them past his hips along with black boxers, leaving me staring at the perfect example of man, all hard, and throbbing, and waiting for me.

I'm glad Peeta is of sound mind and body and remembers to grab a condom from his bedside table because forgotten about protection a long time ago. I watch as Peeta slides the prophylactic over himself before he looks up to me and makes eye contact.

"Ready?" he asks and I nod enthusiastically.

I kiss him softly as we join as one and we break to let out low moans. My eyes roll into the back of my head as Peeta pushes in and then pulls out, tilting my pelvis just so to make sure he hits that spot deep inside me that makes me hear angels sing.

"I'm really not going to last long," Peeta pants while he snakes his hand between us to rub my clit in fierce, tight circles.

Neither am I but again words fail me as that pressure that I've felt twice before starts to spread from my loins to my extremities. My toes curl and my hands fly to grasp onto Peeta's wide shoulders, digging my nails into his skin to make sure I don't rocket out to space from the amount of force building.

"Come on baby, come for me Katniss."

I do. My body rips apart as I give off a guttural scream and white stars fill my vision. I can't breathe, the oxygen is locked somewhere inside my lungs that I'm not sure how to get working again. The only thing I'm aware of is Peeta continuing to work in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm, until finally he gives off a short series of grunts and collapses on top of me.

When Peeta rolls off of me, the cold air attacks my sweaty skin but I'm too weak to pull the covers around me.

"How was that?" Peeta breathes heavily.

I give off a pathetic attempt as a laugh and find enough motivation to roll onto my side to face him. I flash an eat shit grin and mumble, "can't feel my legs."

"I was leg numbingly good, eh?"

"Don't get cocky," I laugh. "But yes. I went to the moon and came back with numb legs."

"Next time, we'll aim for the sun." If I wasn't so utterly tired, I'm sure I would have jumped on top of Peeta ready for found two.

We're quiet for a long time. At some point I'm sure that I've fallen asleep, but I'm up now and can't stop looking at the way the moon highlights some of Peeta's long eyelashes. I know that he's awake too because his breathing isn't as even as it normally is while sleeping.

"Peeta," I whisper and his eyes immediately open. "I love you, too."

One of the corners of Peeta's lips came up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I confirm.

Peeta pulls me into him and it feels so good to be pressed up to his naked form. It feels right that we're together at this moment and I never want to leave.

God I'm having the worst anxiety over this. I've actually written this out about a dozen times before deleting it all and telling myself that I don't need to bother people with my sob story. But I want to get this out to see if it'll make me feel better because Lord knows that I can only go up from here.