A/N- Time to have some fun! Enjoy and please, your reviews keep me going! In answer to Guest, in Chapter 10 of this story, Christian says how he wants Katniss to touch him.

CPOV

I kiss Katniss so hard and catch her off guard that she almost falls back into the slick wall. Of course I catch her before it happens, my hands still on her shoulders awkwardly. What is it about her that makes me constantly want to be in contact with her? It's not just her appearance, though she is beautiful, young, and has very nice curves. I'm not sure that it's her personality, yet her vivaciousness is refreshing. I have a feeling she wasn't like this even a month ago.

Once she's gotten over the shock, I feel her hands wrap into my hair and pull me closer. I run my hands down her side, holding onto the contours of her hips. She tastes of chocolate and a dash of the sweet wine we had to accompany it. It's a toxic combination as my tongue dives into her mouth.

She pushes on my shoulders, trying to pull away. I feel the smile on her lips as she tries to speak but I just want to keep on kissing her. I slow down just long enough to smile against her mouth, happy as can be. I should punish her, I would punish her, but I want to kiss her, feel her, let her feel me. I feel her hands roam down my neck, chest, around to my butt cheeks. I deepen the kiss after a second and then feel her fingers tighten, then, holy crap! She's pinching me!

I pull away, "What the hell! Why are you pinching me?"

"Because you wouldn't stop kissing me!" She's laughing at me; I must look so stupid to her.

"I should put you over my knee right now for doing that!" I yell.

She flinches but then squares her shoulders and looks me straight in the eyes, grey to grey. "You, Christian, are not the biggest threat I've ever had to deal with."

I open my mouth and realize she's starting to back out of the shower, damn wide door! "Where do you think you're going?"

"Can't spank me if you can't catch me!" She hits a bunch of buttons, setting water off everywhere, and takes off, somehow not slipping on the floor.

I can't believe it, she is running from me, laughing at me, and she has a good lead. I turn off all the water and get out, making sure I wipe my feet. I may be fast, but there's no guarantee I won't fall on my ass. She hadn't even bothered to look back, though she snatched a towel from the rack before flying out of the bathroom door. I don't even bother with one as I head out for her, hearing her taunting me with,

"You're probably not faster then those mutts they sent after us in the first Games!" I know she's already in the hallway and I shoot out after her. This should be interesting; I've chased, but not like this.

"I run almost every day, Miss Everdeen. I'm faster than you think!" I hear her laugh again and realize she's already downstairs. For some reason, I was hoping she would go to the other room and hide in there, but no, she really wants to be caught on her own terms.

I get to the first floor, looking around the corner before I take the last step. She's nowhere to be seen, but her footprints have left their trail. I imagine she can't be too happy with that, seeing as how she's usually the one hunting. Of course, there's a huge fluffy rug right in between the couch and chairs and I also notice that her footprints have disappeared.

"Well, well, Miss Everdeen, you are a quick one." I say to myself silently. I step forward, walking towards the window. I make a turn towards the kitchen, she's gotten awfully quiet. "Miss Everdeen, when I catch you and I promise you that I will, you may regret it."

I take a quick glance in the kitchen, not in there. Not that I can see right off anyway. She's small enough though that she could fit into a cabinet, but I would have heard something shift, I think. I don't really know what Mrs. Jones has in all of the cabinets. I open a few low doors, but she's not in any of them. I go back towards the living room and look at the window. I can see everything outside as well as in here, including my own reflection. I'm so ready to catch her; my body is proof enough of that. It's as I'm looking at myself, shaking my head, that I see her come out from behind a giant plant near the stairs. How the hell did she do that? I looked directly at that plant when I came down?

I whip around just in time to see her dash back up the steps. "Miss Everdeen, I will catch you!" I yell up at her, running back to my room.

"You haven't yet!" She teases back. I still can't figure out where she hid. I hear a door close just as I get the second floor. The only problem is, I don't know which door it was. It sounded like it came from the direction of the rumpus room, which is in the same direction of my study and the guest room where she would have stayed. She can't get into the rumpus room, as the key was in my pants pocket and she wouldn't have had enough time to grab it, so I rule that out easily.

Since my study is first, I slowly open the door. I look behind it just in case and then go to my desk, looking underneath it. There are no curtains on the windows anywhere in this apartment, so she doesn't have that luxury and the plants here aren't as big. She isn't behind the couch in here either, so I make my way to her room. I turn the knob, she didn't even lock it. My erection is dissipating, though I'm still very much eager to find her. I look in the closet first, then the bathroom and finally under the bed.

"What the hell? Where else could she have hidden?" I ask myself out loud. I close the door and go back into the hallway, noticing the door to the study is closed. Did I close it on my way out? I don't remember closing it. I open it and look in all the same places I did before, she's still not in here. I close the door, this time so I can be sure. Shaking my head, I call out, "Miss Everdeen, you will be so sorry when I finally find you!"

I head back toward my room and that's when I see it; her towel laying on the floor right before the entrance to my room. How the hell did she get past me?