A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update! I've been visiting family for the holidays and haven't had much time to write! But I hope you like this chapter! I actually invented like three characters, so yay! I literally pulled one out of thin air, the other two are Peeta's older brothers. So technically I didn't invent them, but I did give them names!

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Heaven. That's where I am right now. All of my wildest fantasies are coming true, so obviously this is a dream. It has to be. I haven't had a dream like this since before our games last year, but that would explain Katniss's out of character behavior tonight. It's just another one of my many dreams of Katniss, and though it's been almost a year since I've had one, I'll surely wake up in the morning feeling satisfied and in need of a change of underwear.

Once I've decided this is a dream, I don't hesitate with my hands as I did when I thought I was awake. They're everywhere, her face, her breasts, her ass. I wish she had never put this robe on. I put my hands underneath it to get a good feel on her. She moans, then tears her robe off as quickly as she can, then turns her attention to the bulge in my pants.

She pulls them down and off, and while she's doing that, I'm whipping my shirt off so we're both completely naked. When she finally puts her hands around my cock, she hesitates slightly, as if she's not exactly sure what to do next now that we're both completely exposed. This throws me off, because dream Katniss always knows exactly what to do with my dick. But I'm too immersed in my dream to take too much notice, and instinctively, I push her head down. Her mouth opens in surprise, a small sound of shock coming from it, but it's all too perfect, and her mouth fits around my raging boner before much else can be said.

The moment my dick is in her mouth, I gasp. I've never felt anything like this before. It feels so real, too real. I start to back up before I think too much about what I'm doing. Suddenly there is too much space in between us, and my body misses her body, my cock misses her mouth.

Katniss looks as surprised as ever, which in itself is not that surprising. She's probably in shock over what I just did. In District 12, there's not much sex education in school. Once during school when we were about 10 or 11, the boys and girls were separated so that puberty could be explained to us, but even that was not very useful. I was confused about a girl's menstrual cycle until a little more than year ago when I made a passing comment to Delly Cartwright about how my mother was being even more horrible than usual. She said, nonchalantly, that it must be her time of the month, to which I responded, "Oh, that explains it. I would be cranky if I had to lay an egg once a month, too." Needless to say, the conversation that followed was embarrassing, and way, way too detailed for my liking.

I like to think I know more about sex than the average 17 year old in 12; that is, of the ones of us who have not already experienced it first-hand, and from what I gather from my own friends, there aren't many of us out there who have. It's not really something that we openly discuss, and the only reason I know all that I do is because of my two older brothers, Chorley and Flan. Chorley is 21 and Flan is 19, and growing up, they were both very popular with the girls. Chorley in particular could always be found sneaking off with some girl he had just met. One time when I was 12, I was helping my mother in the kitchen. She sent me out to get some bags of flour from the storage shed out by our pig pen. That's where I walked in to find Chorley and our neighbor, a girl named Maple. Maple was on her knees, facing away from the door to the shed, but Chorley was standing over her with his pants around his ankles. I instantly knew it was something I should not have seen, and the look on my brother's face confirmed that. He yanked his pants up, knocking Maple over in the process, as I yelled "Sorry!" and grabbed the closest bag of flour and ran out.

Later that night, Chorley came to find me. He told me that I couldn't tell a soul about what I saw because it could get him and Maple in a lot of trouble.

"What were you even doing?" I asked. I knew it was something I shouldn't even want to know about, but in the second before he saw me, he looked like he was enjoying himself, so my curiosity won out. Chorley turned bright red at the question, but answered it anyway. "You know what sex is, right?" I nodded. "Well," he explained, "It's similar to that, only there's no chance of a kid coming out of it."

"But the teachers told us the only reason to have sex is to make a child, so why-" He cut me off, and said, "Peeta, you're young. But one day, you're going to realize that making a child is not the only reason to have sex." Then he got up and walked away, and I was forever scarred. And throughout the years, that was not the last time I walked in on Chorley, and less frequently, Flan. After about a year, maybe even less time than that, I got the picture that sex feels great. But again, that is not common knowledge to the children of 12.

Sitting here now, with the tangible space that every fiber of my body is protesting between Katniss and me, I hear myself breathlessly saying, "Oh my god, this is real." I'm struggling to catch my breath, and struggling to stay away from Katniss. I can't believe I just did that.

"What…" Katniss looks at me confused, "What was that?"

"I…I'm sorry! I thought I was dreaming!"

"What? Why would you be dreaming?"

I can feel myself blush as I explain, "This sort of thing usually only happens in my dreams."

She smiles, "You dream about being with me like this?"

If there was any chance she couldn't tell I was blushing, it's gone now. There's no way she can miss the blush that's all over my face.

"I am a man, Katniss. And you're just…so…"

She scoots closer to me on the bed until she's sitting right beside me, our backs resting against the headboard, both of us looking at the wall across from the bed. She leans her head on my shoulder, letting me know that I don't have to continue.

After a few moments of silence, she speaks up.

"We should talk about what has happened," she says quietly. She doesn't sound angry or nervous; she just states it like it's a fact.

I swallow hard, not sure where to start, but eventually I ask her, "What do you want to talk about?"

She doesn't hesitate. "Why did you push my head down?"

I take a deep breath and tell her about the first time I walked in on Chorley, and what he said about sex being for more than just reproduction. She takes it all really well, and I think maybe it's more common knowledge in the Seam than it is in town.

"Did you already know that?" I ask, a little bit shocked.

"Peeta, of course," she says, chuckling a little.

"But they don't teach that in school."

"They don't have to. Why else would Cray pay starving Seam girls for it?"

I hadn't thought about that. I'd forgotten that Katniss came from a different background, one of suffering, where she basically raised herself. Of course the starving people in the Seam wouldn't worry about their children knowing how great sex is when they are too busy worrying about how to feed those children every day.

"I guess it's just not really known in town. We're a little more sheltered than those of you from the Seam."

"That's probably true, but that being said, it's not as if I'm experienced or anything."

"That goes without saying." She looks at me as if she's about to punch me, but my smile stops her and she giggles a little. "But I'm not exactly experienced either."

She looks at me quizzically. "Then how are you so much less pure than I am? You must be experienced."

I was worried she'd ask this question. So I do my best to answer it and avoid it at the same time. "I've only kissed you."

"Yes, so how does that make you less pure than I am?"

"Well…You know how I said I eventually figured out sex was about pleasure sometimes?" She nods, so I continue, "Nobody told me, I experienced it myself."

"You've had sex?" She kind of shouts the question.

I squint my eyes as I try to explain it. "I guess you could say that."

"With who?"

"Myself?" I offer.

She looks like she understands absolutely nothing I'm saying, so I start to explain.

"One day at school when we were 13 or 14, you came to school wearing a dress. I think someone from the Capitol was there that day, visiting or something. Anyway, if you hadn't been with Prim, I wouldn't have noticed you. You hadn't worn a dress to school in so long, it took me off guard. Then at lunch, you were sitting with Marge, and for some reason that day, the older kids were eating with us as well. I remember Gale walking over to where the two of you were sitting. When you noticed, your face kind of lit up. He said something, and you laughed."

"He was making fun of me in a dress," Katniss interrupts.

"Either way," I continue, "I remember thinking how much I wanted you to look at me the way you looked at him…Anyway, when I got home, the image of you laughing, wearing that dress, was burned into my mind. I kept thinking about you all night, so much so that I had to try to hide the erection thinking about it was giving me. When I was alone, well…I stroked it with my hand until…you know…and…after that, it became something I did frequently."

I am bright red. I don't even want to know what she's thinking, but I sneak a look at her anyway. She looks thoughtful, like she's considering everything I've just said.

"I can make that happen with my mouth?" She asks eventually. I nod. That's all the confirmation she needs. She starts kissing me again, then she straddles me, reaching her hand down to touch my erection, hesitantly stroking it at first, then grabbing it with her full hand before her lips leave mine. She puts it in her mouth and it's as if my entire body is made up of tiny fireworks, all exploding at once.

"Katniss, Katniss, wait," I say breathlessly.

She pops her head back up so that her eyes meet mine.

"I love you," I tell her, as if she didn't already know.

"I love you, too," she responds. She tries to duck her head back down, but I stop her. Probably because I'm crazy. "Do you not want me to…" She trails off.

"No, no! I do. But I…I wanna do something for you first."

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