A/N - SMUT down below!

CPOV

What does this mean? I only know basically what everyone else in Panem knows about her. Both sets of Games, the rebellion, her assassination of the first new president, and then that she eventually married the Boy with the Bread (as I heard him called). I know she likes having sex with me, at least I think so, she's only ever been with her husband. I know she has a great smile and laugh, her body is perfect, if maybe she could add a few pounds. I like it when a woman enjoys her food and Katniss knows to not waste it like some. She has known loss and has survived more terrors than most people could imagine. Unfortunately I think I know a bit more than most.

She still hurts from her husband's death, but I still hurt from my Ana's death, so it makes sense. Will we talk about it more? Do I want to talk about it more? Dr. Flynn is usually the only one I can discuss it with. I've tried to talk to my mother and sister about it, but they don't get it, not really. Yes, they lost Ana too, but she was my wife, was going to be the mother of my child. I think that if anyone were to comprehend, it would be this twenty-two year old sitting in my lap right now. She is young, but she's been through so much and come so far. I'll start easy, stuff she probably doesn't mind talking about, ease into it, that's it.

I rub her leg again, I won't beg, just ask. "I don't really know what it means per se, but I just know that I like spending time with you, however little it has been so far. Will you stay with me a few days, figure out if it's mutual?"

She looks down at her hands again and a blush rises in her cheeks, what could she be embarrassed about? "I like the time I've been here too, even if it only has been about twelve hours."

I grasp her chin in my fingers, I like looking into her eyes. I've been with a lot of women and none of them had grey eyes like mine. "So, you'll stay?"

She nods her head slowly, a smile spreading against that sun-kissed skin. Then her nose wrinkles and she frowns, "Does that mean we have to go clothes shopping?"

"You don't like shopping?" Okay, so she has more in common with my Ana then I thought.

She shakes her head, her hair falling in different places. "Not really. I think I'm just used to not having had much and I don't need much, especially when I'm hunting."

I nod my head. Then a thought pops into my head. "How about we pick out two dresses, I have a function that I need to attend for my business tomorrow night and some regular everyday clothes and then I can have someone pick out the rest based on what you pick?"

"I wish Cinna were still alive, he always made me look good in anything he came up with." Her face and eyes sadden for a moment. I don't want her to be sad.

"I imagine you would look beautiful in just about anything." She blushes, shaking the compliment away. "I heard that he had left some designs behind, didn't he leave any with you?" She shakes her head again.

"They weren't really my style, not for everyday use anyway, he did have some pretty gowns in there, but the last one I needed was for my wedding." And now her voice drops so low I can barely hear her even though we're six inches apart.

I nod; she doesn't want to be reminded of another person who is dead that she probably loved in some way. I don't want her to be sad anymore, so I change the topic. "Alright, we'll eat breakfast, get a few things for you to have here and then I do have to work a little, as it's a weekday, but that leaves plenty of time in the day. I do have to call the doctor to get you on birth control too though."

"Christian?" She looks at me through her dark eyelashes and bites her lip. She has no idea what that does to me!

"Yes?" I'm curious what she wants to ask me. Yet I think my body knows already as a certain part is getting more blood to it than in the last few minutes. I can see the blush rising in her cheeks again and it's spreading down to her chest.

She nibbles on her bottom lip for a second more and then finally releases a breath, "Will you kiss me again?"

"My pleasure." I lean in, not holding her face, just keeping my hands on her knees. I want her to come to me and she doesn't disappoint.

Her arms wrap around my neck so she can get some leverage and she lifts herself up to make the kiss more comfortable. She rubs herself against my quickly stiffening member and moans. She's ready; I can feel the wetness and heat from her. I lift her quickly off of my lap, damn condoms! So necessary though until she gets her contraceptive. I grab one swiftly and roll it on, then pull her back onto my lap. She raises herself, wraps one hand around me and guides me to her waiting entrance, one arm wrapped around my neck. Her head lolls back as I enter her, she is so ready I just slide right in. I love it, no foreplay needed at all!

I let her set the pace as she raises herself over me so that just my tip is left inside of her and then she ever so slowly eases down. She looks directly into my eyes as she does this, biting her lip in the process. Oh damn, I can't let her go this slow, and she's doing it on purpose too. But I let her few more times before I heave us over so she is on her back, never losing contact and start slamming into her. She raises her arms above her head, gripping the pillow behind her. I look down and her nipples are taunt and erect; I can't help but take one in my mouth and suck on it hard. Her moans let me know this is good for her, so I do the same to the other one and I can feel her tightening around me. I don't know that I want her to come so quickly, but I can feel that my release won't be far behind. Instant gratification, right?

"Oh Christian!" She yells out as her walls close in around me and I let everything go and come too.

I collapse on top of her and nuzzle my face in her neck. She smells so great, a bit of the lavender from last night and that musky scent of sex and something all her. I graze my fingers up her legs and sides, feel her wiggling beneath me and smile. I lift my head to look at her and she's got this huge smile on her face and I really enjoy knowing that I put that there. Then out of nowhere, her stomach growls and we both start laughing.

"Sorry! I didn't realize I was that hungry." She gets out after we calm down. I've never laughed when still being inside of someone, it's interesting and I would like to do it again.

I roll off of her, noticing the wince as I pull out of her and hug her close to me right away. "It's okay. Is there anything specific you want to eat? Mrs. Jones is a culinary whiz."

"I'm guessing that means she's a good cook?" Katniss asks, her finger circling my nipple. I've come so far in regards to being touched. I really like her hands on me, I feel desired.

I chuckle and bring us up to a sitting position. "Yes, she can make anything. What would you like?"

"Ummm, just eggs and toast. Maybe some of that orange juice stuff? We don't get it out much in District 12." She says, getting off the bed and looking around on the floor. "Is my bag in the other room? I have underwear in there."

I nod and get up. I go to my closet and pull on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt. "I'll go grab it for you. Go right ahead and make yourself comfortable."

She nods and falls back on the bed. I open the door, a silly grin on my face. I don't think I've been this happy since my Ana died. I know I haven't smiled this much since then. I go to her room that I'm actually hoping she'll never use and find her bag sitting on the bed. It's a plain, well used duffle bag and I want to upgrade it right away. I decide to take a peek inside and there's nothing interesting in it, until I hit the bottom and find what looks like a small silver parachute. I take it out and open the container. In it is a locket, a pearl, and a, I'm not sure what this is, but it means something to her. I put it back into the bag and close the top. She still has something from the Games.

I feel bad that I went through her bag, even though it's something I do a lot. I am the invader of privacy with my back round checks and people being followed. How else would I have known that she stayed in District 12 until now? When I get back to my room, Katniss is standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself. I see she has helped herself to one of my button-up shirts. I like it on her, the color especially, a beautiful shade of deep blue. She looks good in blue; I'll have to make a note of it.