A/N - Back to Katniss' thoughts :)

I nod, feeling the sleepiness coming on again. The sex rush is always nice, but so tiring. Instead of making me stand up, Christian gets up and then lifts me as if I weight nothing. That's always a flattering feel, like you're as light as a feather. He walks up the steps of the bathtub and as he steps down into it, I hear more water spilling out.

"Won't that ruin the floor?" I ask, looking down at it and then focusing on the warm water surrounding us. He sets me down on what I can only guess is a huge seat and wades over to a side, pulls out a fluffy washcloth, and squirts some soap on it from one of the buttons.

"No, it's fine. I'm going to wash you and then you me, okay?" He tells me as he's rubbing the soap into a good lather on the washcloth. I nod my head and he maneuvers me so that I'm standing waist deep in the water and he is behind me.

He starts at my shoulders and it feels like a massage more than being cleaned. I could fall asleep right here and now if it wasn't for the fact that I'm standing up in a huge tub of water. I don't have to do any work at all as he lifts my arms for me and he has me sit again to lift my legs out of the water to wash them while he is in front of me now. He puts more soap on the washcloth every few minutes or so and when he gets to my toes, I start to giggle. A bronze eyebrow goes up.

"You're ticklish?" He asks me, with a very devilish grin on his face.

"Don't get too excited, only in certain spots and that happens to be one of them." I warn him. His smile fades slightly, but he says what I was expecting.

"I suppose I'll have to find those spots sooner or later, but not right now. Let me wash your hair and then you can wash me." He says, getting shampoo from another spot on the tub wall and I undo my braid. I dunk down to get my hair wet before he tells me to do so and when I pop back up, I wipe the water from my eyes and almost stumble, putting my arms out in front of me and landing against his chest as my hands are of course slippery and just slid to the side. I feel stupid, my cheek wet and almost stuck to his face because of the water. I try to steady myself and Christian has his hands locked on my shoulders to help.

"Are you okay?" He asks, with a slight smile and laughter in his voice. I get my feet planted and nod my head, turning around slowly so he can wash my hair and avoiding looking at him. I'm more than sure I'm red from the bottom up. I feel him starting at the top, massaging the shampoo into my scalp and working it out and down.

"That feels good, how do you know how to wash hair so well?" I ask as I feel him combing the shampoo through my hair with his fingers.

"Well, I have a friend who is a stylist. I believe she worked with some of the members of your prep team actually." He informs me, pulling on my hair. "Go ahead and rinse off, I'll let some of the water out and put some fresh back in."

I lean my head backwards and run my fingers through my own hair. Closing my eyes, I feel him moving around in the water and hear the rushing of the water from the faucet. I pull my head up and he's just standing there watching me again. "Come rinse it under here really quick and then wash me. Even I'm getting tired."

I wade through and lean down to get my head under the faucet. I feel his hand snake under my neck to hold it and he uses his other hand to rinse my hair once more. I'm watching him this time as he's focusing on not letting me fall or making sure all the shampoo is out, I don't care either way. He may like hurting people for fun, but he's obviously pretty gentle too. He nods when he's done, turns off the water, and lifts my head so I can start washing him.

"Don't take too long, Katniss, I'm getting wrinkly here." He says holding up his hands and showing me his pruning skin.

I laugh and get the washcloth that's been floating around us and put some soap on it. I start like he did, with his shoulders and work my way around. I take a little bit of extra time around his beautiful penis; want to make sure that taste of condom is long gone. And I just like the feel of him hardening in my hand. When it's time to wash his long legs, I have him sit down like I did and lift one, putting his foot on my shoulder and working the soapy washcloth up and down in circles. I do his feet last, make sure all is clean in-between those toes and smile when he starts to curl them. His are apparently just as sensitive as mine, good.

Now to wash his hair; I have him stay on the bench and get the shampoo in my hands. I have him lean his head on my chest as I lather up his hair, it's pretty thick and such a pretty color. I'm massaging it just like he did to me and his arms wrap around my middle and he groans a sigh of contentment. I smile and dare to kiss the top of his head even though it's all soapy. He looks up from this gesture and his eyes are such a beautiful shade of darkening grey though a little glazed I wonder what he was thinking of.

"I think you can rinse off now, Christian." I say, trying to step back so he can get up and rinse his head off. He keeps his arms wrapped around me though and I put my hands on his shoulders. It surprises me when he pulls me in, his head on my chest again and he just holds me tight, hugging me. My hands slide up from his shoulders, up his neck, and I hug him back, leaning so that my cheek is against the top of his head. There's nothing sexual about this at all, just loving.

I don't know how long we stay like that, it seems like forever. We've both lost our spouses, but I thought he was supposed to be all sex and play, not sweet and tender. I mean, I'm supposed to sign something that says I can't tell anyone what we did. Does this count? Is this even supposed to happen? Now I'm grateful he got to bid on me first. The thought of going to some old disgusting man who probably would have just fucked me to fuck me makes me tremble.

He breaks the hug and looks at me. "I'm sorry, are you cold? Let me rinse and we can get out."

He lets the water out as he rinses his hair and gets out first, handing me a fluffy white towel to wrap myself in. The towels are warm and I look to where he got them, just a simple looking rack, though it must be heated. The things rich people buy. He dries off quickly and then takes a smaller, thinner towel and starts to dry my hair with it. I wouldn't have expected this either, but it feels so nice. I keep myself wrapped up in the big white towel as he sits me down on a padded chair in front of the mirror and runs a fat comb through my hair, making sure any tangles are out. He does this so easily and it doesn't seem to bother him at all, just standing there in a towel wrapped around his waist, some water glistening on his chest. He is so handsome; though I'm sure he knows it and has known it for some time.

"I'm sure I have a shirt you can wear to bed, if that's okay with you." He says as I get up and follow him into the room. He goes to his closet and pulls out a plain red t-shirt. I pull it on and let the towel fall off, picking it up and taking it back into the bathroom, laying it across a bar on the rack. When I come back in, he has the sheets turned down and seems to be waiting for me.

"Don't you want me to sleep in the other room?" I ask, even though I want to stay with him.

Christian shakes his head and gets into the bed. "Not really. Usually I do want it that way, but I like having you near me."

Wow, I was really not expecting that admission! I climb into the bed, throwing my hair over my shoulder as I crawl in. Not being to help myself, I ask, "Just out of curiosity, is any of tonight what you usually do?"

He shakes his head again, smiling, "No. Are you sure you want to know what I usually do?"

"Why, does it mean you have to show me? Can't you just tell me?" I reply, pulling the covers over myself and snuggling down, hoping he's not going to take me to the playroom and whip me or something.

Christian's smile and laugh are just as beautiful as the rest of him. He comes close to me, moves my hair away from my ear and whispers in so that it tickles, "Do you want me to show you?"

I shake my head away from him and pull the pillow so that's it's between us. "No."

He's still smiling as he leans back onto his pillow. "Didn't think so, have to check though. No, usually they've already signed the contract, having had an interview beforehand. I don't think I've ever had sex before a contract was signed with one exception. Of course, you also asked for a trial run."

I blush at my own forwardness. He looks at me, still smiling. "I kinda can't believe I did that actually."

"Really? Because you seem like you know what you want." He answers me. He grabs another pillow to prop his arm up on as he leans towards me. "So, anyway, they already have a signed contract, with what they'll do and won't do. Most are just eager to please; a few have had training, a couple of new ones."

I have to interrupt, not sure if I want to know the answer. "So, how many women have you been with?"

His eyes widen and he cocks his head to the side. "Well, you'd be number nineteen."

Nineteen! He's had sex with eighteen women before me! I imagine he was married for a few years, but still, eighteen! Oh wow, no wonder he knows what he's doing. I really feel dumb for even thinking that I could be a part of something as twisted as this whole stupid List!

Yet, I love touching him and feeling him and being touched by him! I think that if I died right now, I'd be a very happy woman. It's not just the sex, there's something else. It's not what I had with Peeta because we were each other's firsts, so it's not innocent and timid or careful and slow. There's a heat with him, Christian. I can't place it, but I like it, I like it a lot.

He waves a hand in front of me and with a quiet voice, asks, "Have I scared you? Are you alright with what I just told you or do you want to go to the other room?"

I can't go to the other room; I want to be near him. "No, I'm fine, just a big number. I feel very…inexperienced is all."

He lips widen into a warm smile, "Yes, but I like that and you seem to be doing just fine with what you do know."

Peeta always liked how innocent I was too, so they do have something in common. I snuggle back down into the pillows, there's so many to choose from on this bed. Christian puts the pillow that was under his arm behind his head and lays down as well. I take a chance and move closer to him, pulling my hand out from underneath the blankets and putting one on his chest. He looks down at it and then puts his hand over it.

"I like this too." He says and I smile, ready to fall asleep with a man I just met a few hours ago.