A/N - Dividing this chapter up because it made sense to. As always, enjoy!

CPOV

I go to my bedroom doorway, which is wide open and find her standing on my bed. Her legs are spread in a 'V' and while one hand is resting on her waist, the other is toying with an undone necktie that's hanging around her neck, peeking out from her now loosened hair. She has a calm look about her but a wicked grin as I walk in. I close the door slowly, not sure how I want to handle this just yet.

"About time you caught up, Christian." She mocks me. Katniss stays right in the middle of the bed, just watching me as I come closer.

The sight of her naked body, standing there so confident sends a trigger straight to my loins. I see her eyes drift down my body and as if on cue, my manhood perks right up.

A wide smile comes to her full lips. She cocks one of her dark eyebrows up, "Happy to see me, Sir?"

I make to step forward but she holds up her hand. "Wait, wait. I have a proposition for you."

Her voice is still surprisingly calm but her body is showing signs of its reaction to mine. Nipples hardening, a glint of moisture between her legs. "What is it, Miss Everdeen?"

She smiles, glad that I'm seemingly going along with this. "If you let me blindfold you and tie your hands, I will let you…"

I step closer and she steps towards the other side of the bed. I stop again because I know now how easily she can get past me. I hold my hands up in surrender. "You'll let me do what?"

"I'll let you put those metal balls in me for starters." She finishes. She still has the tie in one hand, a silver one, one I have only fond memories from.

I tilt my head to the side, squinting my eyes at her. "Really?"

"And you can punish me however you deem fit." I step closer again and this time she stays still.

I nod and she squats down, pulling another tie from behind a pillow. Not only did she get past me a few times, but she had enough time to grab supplies!

KPOV

The look on Christian's face is priceless. I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to hide from him so easily, nor get past him in his own home. I can tell he's trying to figure out how I may have had time to go into his closet too, but he doesn't seem to want to ask right now. His erection is practically throbbing as he walks closer to the edge of the bed. I stand back up; I want to be in charge still.

"Will you let me tie you up and blindfold you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

He smiles up at me and holds his hands out together. Then as I bend down to tie them, he pulls them back and says, "Do you want to do this in here or the rumpus room?"

I stand back up. "In here, thank you. I like the lights from the city. Sit down please."

He sits down, but faces me and I just frown and motion with my finger for him to turn around. Christian smiles, but obliges me. I put the tie over his grey eyes, adjusting it, and then knot it. His hand automatically goes to the back of the knot to feel it. I can tell he doesn't know this one.

"I know how to make knots, Christian, I learned from some of the best." I mention as I pull him back so that he's lying down in the center of the bed. "Now just lay here and put your arms over your head, please."

He does this as well, letting me guide him. As I grab his hands together, he captures one of mine and pulls me toward him. I let him pull me down and kiss him. I yank my seized hand away and trail it down his muscular chest and further still. I continue to kiss him and let my hand wander down to the hair leading to his member, tugging on it. He lets go with a hiss.

"Stop doing that Christian. Now put your hands over your head, please." I warn him. Not taking any chances, I straddle his chest and jerk his hands up hard, tying them together then tugging on them to double check. I loop the tie through the headboard. There's no way he's getting out of this!

"Miss Everdeen, I can feel how wet you are." He teases, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

I smile and slide myself down his body, pushing myself with my hands. Stopping so that his very ready penis is hitting my stomach. I touch the tip, "You're wet too, Sir."

He smiles and his hands jerk, making the knot even tighter. His smile fades a little, but not enough to make me worry. I watch him for a minute, wondering what to do to him first, where to touch him first. I put my hand on his face and he turns into my palm. I smile down at him and lean over, placing the most gentle of a set of butterfly kisses to his lips. I keep one hand on his face, the other on his chest. Going down his neck, I stop to nibble at his jugular, listening to his breathing speed up.

I can't tell if he's still wet from the brief minute in the shower or sweaty from the chase, but I lick a bead that is underneath his ear. He shivers and I smile against his neck. Salty, I made him sweat trying to get me. My hands drop down to his stomach, where I can feel it trembling under my hands. Is he nervous about this, about being tied up by me? I decide to keep going and run my tongue over his collarbone. The taste isn't just salty, but manly, delicious.

"You have a flavor all your own, Christian, I like it." I tell him as I keep working down his torso, kissing the sides and his hard abdomen.

I'm surprised when he stutters out, "Thank you, Miss Everdeen."

The way he says my name like that makes me think that maybe this wasn't the best idea. He looks sexy as hell, but he seems afraid for some reason. "Christian, are you okay with this?"

"It's just been a long time since I've been the one who couldn't see, that's all. I like what you're doing so far." He reassures me. He lifts his hips and I feel his erection against my behind. "Trust me, if I didn't like it, I wouldn't be so hard."

I giggle and resume to kissing his stomach. Going back up, I kiss all of the little white scars, hoping that when he sees them from now on, they aren't associated with bad memories. I lift my head and kiss him again, fisting my hands into his hair, slightly annoyed by the tie in it, but stubborn enough to leave it on. I melt myself against him, letting my weight on him, not that he'd be bothered by it. When Christian moans into my mouth, I give up trying to tease him, trying to be something I'm not, and push the blindfold up.

He blinks a few times and then focuses on me, questions in his dark grey eyes. I lift my head enough to look back at him, "I want to look into your eyes."

I lift myself just enough to undo the tie around his hands too. When it takes all of three seconds, he shakes his head. "I thought you were going to be in control of me."

"Who says I'm not." I say, surprising myself with the confidence that is behind it, because the butterflies in my stomach are saying otherwise. "I want to feel your hands on me, Christian."

Apparently that's all he needed as his hands pull my face back to his and he's kissing me again. It's an altogether different kind of kiss. Not hard and forceful, but not sweet and gentle either. It's as if I'm truly kissing him for the first time; a proper, meaningful kiss. The kind of kiss that leaves you hungry for more. The kind of kiss that makes you feel sexy and desired and desirable.

He rolls is over but I don't open my legs as instantly as I have before. Christian pulls away from me, propping himself on his elbows. He just looks down into my eyes as if searching for something again. I put my hand on his chest, right over his heart, letting it rise up his neck to rest on his cheek.

"Kiss me again, Christian." I don't want to sound like I'm begging but inside that's exactly how I feel.

"I guess you are in charge." He says as he lowers his mouth back to mine. Our tongues meet in a slow dance, never competing for dominance, just enjoying the feel of the other.

He rolls is back over again so that I'm straddling him. This time I break the kiss and push myself up, looking down at him. He keeps his hand in my hair though, cradling my face. "Christian, I don't understand….I don't understand what I'm feeling. I've only ever been with one man and he was a good man, a good man, Christian."

He nods his head. "I think I know what you trying to say. I feel like I need to constantly touching you in some way, some small way that lets me know that you're really here, that I'm not making this up…."

"Is this supposed to happen? I've known you for a whole twenty-four hours now, it's not normal." Now it's my eyes searching his for answers he may not have.

He sits up, leaning his forehead against mine like he had done this morning, just this morning. "I don't know. But what I do know is that you have woken up something in me that shut down when my wife died."

I open my mouth. Is that what's happened to me, have I been woken up, brought out of my misery of losing Peeta? "I don't want to replace anyone. I've never wanted that."

"Neither have I, Katniss. I don't think that's what this is, because it was different my first time around and it had to be much more so for you." He says one hand still on my face, the other sitting on my leg, squeezing it.

My hands are on his neck, pulling him closer to me. "Why do I feel like this with you? Like I should have known you before I actually met you, like I was supposed to meet you when I did though?"

He begins kissing my face. My cheeks, my forehead, and finally my lips. It's as if he's kissing me like I've been gone for a long time and have just returned to him. "I want you in a way that I have never wanted anyone, not anyone, Katniss. This is not something I'm familiar with."

"Show me then." I tell him and kiss him with a longing I haven't had in such a long time. I don't want to need him, but I'm afraid that I already do.