Chapter 6.

We kiss slowly, very softly at first. Our lips barely touching as we baske in the intensity of the closeness of our bodies.

I move my lips to explore the contours of his face, I pepper light kisses along the line of his strong jaw, up towards his ear, over his closed eyelids-his long lashes tickling the skin beneath my lips. As I memorise his profile with my lips his fingers dance up the bare skin of my arms sending waves of desire through me.

When my lips finally meet his again they part and our tongues dance to the beat of our thumping hearts. I can feel my body burn and my face flush as new feelings...lustful feelings take over my mind. The heat, the fire consumes me, I can hardly breathe in the combined heat of our bodies.

My hands roam the smooth, taut, scarred skin of Peeta's torso, but his stay firmly on my arms. I can tell he is holding back and there is nothing I want more in this moment then his calming hands on my burning skin. I move slightly away from Peeta, breaking our kiss and our embrace. I move into a kneeling position that matches his and I hike my long nightdress up so that it rests just below my hips. Then I shuffle closer to him so that our torsos are almost touching again, he looks at me slightly puzzled before I take his hands and place them underneath my dress, just above my hips.

Peeta's eyes grow wide as saucers and I answer the question in his eye with a slow kiss on his lips. His hands stay still for but a moment before straying from my hips. His hands then move to work their way along my sides, moulding and kneading me like dough, turning me to putty in his hands. His hands graze my breasts, accidentaly, and he startles for a second. I kiss him harder, a wordless gesture of permission to let him know my body is his to roam.

In this new sitting position I can feel Peeta's physical excitement pressing against my inner thigh. I curiously move my hands from his chest towards this new beacon of curiosity. Peeta feels my hands moving south and startles for a second, he breaks our kiss and looks at me with his deep blue eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but I shut it with my own. I don't want words to complicate this moment, I don't trust words..not his but my own, and I don't want anything to quench this burning moment.

As my tongue answers questions that my voice can't my hand moves further south down Peeta's torso. As my fingers play with his waistband I realise I don't actually know what to do. I finally submit to words and whisper softly in Peeta's ear "will..will you show me what to do?". Peeta's face grows redder and he looks like he is about to combust from embarassment.

I knew I would ruin it with words and I can feel awkwardness creep like fog between us with every silent second. "Can I see you first?" Peeta asks, almost sheepishly and I realise how selfish I must seem, still fully clothed with so much of Peeta on show for my eyes.

I nod silently as I move slightly back from him. His hands are still resting on my waist as I remove my night gown. His face is blocked from mine as I remove the garment over my head and when it returns to view his face is full of awe. His eyes are wide as saucers again and I suddenly feel self conscious. I move my arms to cover my breasts and turn my face away, avoiding his gaze.

"Hey" he says gently, taking my face in his hands and turning it back towards his. "You are beautiful Katniss". I can't handle the intensity of his gaze for long before crumbling into him. Our bodies are flush now as we embrace in the soft kiss of skin. We stay like this for a few moments basking in the soft warmth of one anothers skin, Peeta places a small kiss upon the tip of my nose, making my giggle and banishing any sense of awkwardness or self consciousness from the moment, leaving only love in its place.

"Look" I say to Peeta, my surprise breaking the heavy silence "we match" I say pointing my gaze down towards our conjoined bodies. Peeta gives a small smile as he notices my findings- the pink burn covering his left peck blends almost seamlessly into the burn scar covering my entire left breast.

Our burned hearts beat for one another as Peeta lays me back gently onto the bed, laying light kisses along my neck and collarbones as he does so. As his lips make his way back to mine his hands find their way to my chest. I gasp as he starts to gently massage my breasts, his thumbs running over the sensitive buds of my nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight down my centre.

I can barely think, completely overwhelmed by pleasure as his mouth leaves mine and makes its way back down my neck, peppering kisses over my scarred heart, before taking my left nipple in his mouth.

A groan of pleasure escapes my mouth as he tongue swirls, his mouth gently suckles and his teeth gently graze. His left hand continues to massage my right breast as I squirm and buck and melt under his touch. I barely notice his hand leave my breast only to startle when it reappears lightly on my cotton panties. I take a sharp intake of breath as Peeta slides the cotton fringe of my underwear aside with one finger leaving me fully exposed.

I gasp at the feeling of cool air on my molten skin and begin to whimper in pleasure as Peeta runs a finger along the length of my exposed pink folds gathering the moisture pooling there. I have never felt pleasure, or joy, or love like this very moment. I grasp Peeta's face and bring it up to mine and hungrily place my lips upon his. At the very moment our lips touch Peeta slips a finger inside me.

I gasp. I wimper. I moan into his mouth as his finger starts to move within me. I start to writhe beneath him, my body bucking to meet his touch, uncontrolable in my quest for pleasure, an unquenchable fire burning within me.

When he slips a second finger in I see stars.

His thumb starts to rub a sensitive bud at the top of my opening and can't help but scream in pleasure. "Peeta" I cry in joy, in serenity, in pleasure, in hope. He keeps touching me, moulding me when suddenly something bursts inside me, a great release of pressure and I start to shudder as waves of the purest, deepest pleasure I have ever experienced washes over me. Peeta's mouth is back on my breast as I buck and cry beneath him. And when it's all over he holds me steady in his arms, calming my quaking core and tethering me back down to earth.

Peeta's turn next chapter so stay tuned xx