A/N - As always, thank you to Court81981 for her fabulous beta work, and making everything I write readable. You're a star, lady!

So... be prepared for a January smut-fest :)

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January

It was purely by accident that he found her secret stash. They had been watching Die Hard, in Peeta's eyes the perfect antithesis to the majority of saccharine sweet Christmas films, while snuggled up together under a blanket in Katniss' flat. Outside, the icy January wind howled against the window panes, another perfect contrast to the warmth and colour inside. Katniss had asked Peeta to help her take down the Christmas decorations the following day, and he was only too happy to oblige, but for now they remained. Everywhere red and gold reflected the pinpricks of luminescence from the hanging fairy lights and gave the impression of the room being on fire.

Katniss' interest in the film was rapidly waning. Instead of focusing on John McClane and his battle of wits against Hans Gruber, her interested was being piqued by a couple of fingernails that she was trimming with her teeth.

"Katniss, you're missing it," complained Peeta.

"No, I'm still watching it."

"Oh really, what just happened then?"

"Alan Rickman called in the FBI."

Peeta looked at her in utter disbelief. "What?"

She gestured at the screen with her free hand, continuing to bite and nibble at the fingernails of her other. "Alan Rickman called in the FBI."

"Firstly, it's not Alan Rickman— "

"Yes, it bloody is!"

"Ok, I know the actor is, but do you even have a clue what character he's playing? And no, he didn't just call in the FBI!"

"He did!"

"No, Katniss. It was all part of his master plan. He knew they'd come but he didn't call them."

"Well, whatever, he mentioned them."

Peeta decided to drop it. For the most part it had become pretty clear that one thing they couldn't really agree on was choice of film, but Peeta was much better at tolerating Katniss' choices than she was his. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her tear a strip of nail away with her teeth and leave it on the armrest of the sofa. "That's a really disgusting habit, you know."

"Says the man who eats Marmite straight from the jar."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"There's everything wrong with that."

"Says the girl who'd rather self-cannibalise her nails than cut them."

"It's not that I'd rather bite them off," she said, as she examined the nail on her left forefinger. "It's more that I'm really warm and comfortable, and my nail scissors are in my room."

He watched the screen for a few moments longer before sighing. She'd won this round. "You want me to get them for you?"

"Would you do that for me?"

A gentle kiss on the top of her head was the first answer he gave her. "I'd do anything for you."

"Thanks, angel."

One last kiss, and he left the warmth and comfort of the blanket and sofa behind, and jogged down the hall to her room. "Where are they?" he called through to her.

"Bedside cabinet," she replied.

Nothing in her room qualified as what he would have called a 'cabinet,' and so he tried the only likely looking piece of furniture: a small chest of drawers next to her bed, with two drawers and a built-in recess. The scissors weren't sat on top in plain view, and neither were they in the hollowed-out recess. He pulled open the bottom drawer, and what he found made his eyes pop out.

A plethora of different shaped, sized, and coloured vibrators met his eyes, ranging from a tiny bullet-shaped one that looked no bigger than a Vicks inhaler, right up to a clear behemoth, filled with a double helix of sturdy looking metal beads, with a smaller stimulator at the front, and a control panel with just two buttons set in to the base. Seeing it nestling in Katniss' bedside drawer felt like a punch to the stomach. Did she ever compare his performance to this monster? There was no way he could compete with anything like that….

"Jesus," he whispered as he picked the thing up. It was far weightier than he expected. He turned it over in his hands a few times, and as he did, he accidentally hit a button on the control panel. The stimulator at the front buzzed in to life, and he very nearly dropped it. "Shit," he hissed under his breath, pressing a button at random to try and turn the thing off. The stimulator buzzed even faster. "Oh, fuck…." He tried the other button, and the metal balls inside the shaft began to rotate noisily.

"Are you ok in there?" Katniss' voice drifted through from the lounge.

"Yup," he called back, pressing the second button again. The helix rotated the other way, but he was unable to turn the blasted thing off.

"Are you sure?" she said, and Peeta jumped out of his skin. She'd pulled her usual trick of entering a room without making a sound.

Her eyes went from him, to her open drawer, to the buzzing and pulsating vibrator in his hands. "It's not what it looks like," he said desperately as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Really?" she replied, her eyebrows creeping ever higher up her face.

The vibrator continued to throb and undulate noisily in his hand. "Well, maybe it's a bit what it looks like. But I swear, I wasn't prying."

"Sure."

"I opened the wrong drawer and…." With no clear idea of how to finish the sentence, he looked down at the toy in his hands and began to press the two buttons repeatedly to try and turn it off again. The stimulator just seemed to cycle through various speeds while the shaft span one way, then back the other way again. He could feel his face getting redder and redder with each passing second.

"Hold them both down for a couple of seconds," she offered helpfully, trying to hide her smirk, but revelling in his discomfort. The relief emanating from him as he finally managed to turn it off was palpable. She walked forward and opened a built-in door in the wall next to her bed that revealed a shelved cupboard loaded with cosmetics, shampoos, body moisturisers and feminine care products. Reaching inside, she immediately found the manicure set she had sent Peeta in to retrieve.

"That's a cupboard, Katniss. Not a cabinet."

"Ok. And that—" she said, pointing at her bedside drawers, "—is a chest of drawers. Also not a cabinet."

"Got you," he said, gesturing with the vibrator still in his hand, hurriedly dropping it back in the drawer when he realised what he was doing. "That's um.….quite a collection."

"Thanks," she replied, and it was obvious that she was enjoying his discomfort far too much. Grinning widely, she stepped a little closer to him. "I hope I haven't shocked you."

"No," he said, and was mortified to hear how high-pitched his voice sounded, like a teenage boy whose voice was breaking.

"Really?" she asked, taking his hands in her own and pulling him down to sit on the bed with her.

He didn't put up any protest as she encouraged him to lie back on the bed, but he couldn't take his eyes off the drawer. "Maybe a little," he confirmed. "I guess I'm just a bit…. vanilla? I hope you don't end up getting bored with me."

"God, no," she replied. "And I'm sure you're not that vanilla. Come on, you've seen my secret shame. Haven't you ever done anything outrageous? You must have some dirty secrets you're hiding."

"No," he replied, a little too quickly and forcefully.

"Well, that's a definite yes if ever I heard one."

"No," he repeated, although he could feel his face burning with the lie.

"Oh come on, you've got to tell me now. Otherwise I'll probably concoct an imaginary scenario that would be way worse than the truth."

"No," he reasoned, "the truth is probably worse." He pushed his hair back off his face and took a deep breath. "But it only happened once. Never again." The shame was apparent in every molecule of his body, and he had no idea why he was agreeing to confess this to Katniss. Probably because he had learned that he simply couldn't ever say no to her, no matter what the request. "It was about a year ago. I…. ummm…. I visited a prostitute. But nothing happened," he added at the end.

"Nothing happened?"

"No, I swear, I couldn't go through with it." A long, heartfelt sigh escaped his lips, and he rested his head in his hands as he began to speak. "It was after Christmas, just before the New Year, and, well, you know Christmas is pretty hard for me, and Finn and Annie had gone away on holiday, and there was just no one. I called everyone I knew, just to see if anyone could meet up, go for a drink, anything, but everyone was busy. And it had been over a week since I'd had any interaction with another human, and I was just so fucking bored of… of me….. of my own touch…. And I just…. I needed someone to touch me. Anyone. It was all I could think about. It had got to the stage where I'd be looking up online porn, and getting insanely turned on by what I was seeing, but… I just couldn't get myself off. And then I'd be ashamed of even trying, and of looking at these ridiculously graphic images and videos. It had been two years since I'd been with anyone, and…. "

He shook his head to himself, unsure of what he was trying to say. Every ounce of moisture had evaporated from his mouth, and when he swallowed, he experienced the sensation of sandpaper grating his oesophagus. "It was two years since I'd woken up in hospital, and I needed to get out of the house, I felt so trapped. And I got in the car, and I just started to drive and…. I hadn't gone out with the intention of picking someone up, I swear I hadn't, but I saw this girl waiting on the street, and it occurred to me what she was doing, and I…. I don't know why I did it, but I stopped the car, and I asked her how much. A hundred quid for sex, fifty for a blowjob, twenty for a hand job. I had thirty quid on me and…. I agreed."

His head fell back against the headboard as he stared up at the ceiling. He wasn't sure whether he should be encouraged by Katniss' utter silence, or take it as a sign that he should stop but now that he had started his confession, it was like a floodgate, and he had to get everything out. This was something he'd never told anyone before. "She told me to park around the corner, get out of my car, and wait for her. So I did. And a few minutes later, she appeared. First things first, she demanded the money up front, so I gave her the twenty. She said she knew where we could go, and I followed her. And I realised we were being followed by this fucking giant of a skinhead. I pointed him out to her, and she told me not to worry about him, he'd just make sure we weren't disturbed. So she led me down this alleyway, and it suddenly struck me what I was doing and I panicked. She started to undo my trousers and I felt too exposed, I felt mortified at myself, and to top it all off it was fucking freezing outside, it was like… I don't know, it was like stepping out of yourself and I just thought, 'What the fuck are you doing?' And I apologised for wasting her time. And that should have been the end of it, but she must have realised I was some fucking sap, because she used those exact words against me. Said that I had wasted her time, and I needed to pay her. I pointed out that I already had and that I wasn't expecting it back, but she demanded another twenty off me. And of course I only had ten, which I offered her anyway because I didn't want any trouble. She snatched it out of my hand, but she said it wasn't good enough, so she called over her skinhead, and I was absolutely shitting it by this point, and together they marched me to the nearest cashpoint. Demanded another fifty off me. And believe me, when you've got a six-foot-six brick shithouse called fucking Brutus, of all things, cracking his knuckles and demanding you give him fifty quid, you fucking do it. So that's it. My biggest shame. I paid eighty quid for a wank I didn't even get to have."

The silence between them stretched on for what felt like years before Katniss put her hand over her mouth and began to laugh.

"You laughing at me?"

"No, Peeta," she said, "I'm laughing with you. Not at you. Big difference."

"I need to be laughing, too, for you to be laughing with me," he reminded her, and she snorted even louder. "Stop it!" he said, and despite himself he felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "I said stop," and this time there was no hiding it, he was laughing along with her.

"I'm sorry," she said, wiping a tear away from the corner of her eye, "but you have to admit, it's funny."

"It wasn't at the time," he protested. "I thought it was going to be the end of me."

Finally she managed to get herself back under control, and resting her cheek against his chest while slowly drawing her fingers over the material of his shirt covering his stomach, she said, "So you've never played with any toys?"

"Oh yeah, I've played with toys. I had a Castle Greyskull when I was a kid that I loved, and all the He-Man figures to go with it."

"You know what I mean, Peeta."

He paused awkwardly before speaking. "Yeah, I know what you mean. And no, I've not ever used anything like that. Jesus, until ten minutes ago I'd never even seen one in the flesh."

"You know they do toys for men, too?"

"Ok," he said slowly, not sure if he was entirely happy about where the conversation was going.

"Might be fun to get something for us to use together," she added, lifting his shirt up and gently flitting her fingers over the flesh of his abdomen, causing a shiver to run through him.

"I'm not shoving anything up my arse, Katniss. Not even for you."

"You wouldn't have to," she laughed. "You'll see."

Displaying a stubborn resolution, Katniss refused to elaborate any further on what she had in mind until the following day. She insisted on taking a trip into Central, getting off at Tottenham Court Road, and leading him down Oxford Street, stopping outside a shop called Harmony.

Peeta looked around desperately. Oxford Street was, as always, overcrowded, with people bustling and jostling into them as they made their way about their daily lives. But even though they were all nameless strangers, he didn't want any of them to see him stood outside a sex shop, or worse, going in to one. He was almost grateful when Katniss took the lead again and pulled him inside. However, his discomfort only grew as he looked around. It wasn't exactly the kind of environment he felt comfortable in. On top of the disgust at all the leather on display, being surrounded by so many images of naked men with impossibly huge cocks did very little to combat his rising nerves.

It didn't help that Katniss seemed to know exactly where to go. "You um… you seem really familiar with this place," Peeta managed to say eventually, keeping his eyes resolutely on his feet.

"You'll have to thank Jo for that," Katniss replied. "It's all her fault. She introduced me to this sordid world, and I'm afraid to say it's pretty addictive. Here we go."

They had reached their destination. Peeta looked up and immediately felt his cheeks burning a deep scarlet. Katniss was turning something over in her hands that, at first glance, looked like an oversized plastic torch. Only there wasn't a light at the wider end. Set into the plastic was a tight, puckered hole, into which Katniss had deeply plunged two fingers. "It's supposed to feel like anal, apparently," she said rather nonchalantly as she set the thing back down, picking up a second one that was even more conspicuous with a highly realistic looking vagina set in to it.

"Katniss…" he said desperately, looking around to check that no one was watching them as Katniss delicately ran her fingers over the lips before immersing her fingers deep inside.

"Have a feel of that," she said, holding the object out towards him.

"Oh god, do I have to?"

"Go on," she said with a giggle. "It won't bite."

"No, but it looks like it might wink, and that could be even worse."

"Just touch it!"

He tentatively stretched his hand out as Katniss thrust the torch-like object towards him. His fingers brushed over the surface, which was strangely soft, pliable and warm, and not at all like he had been expecting it to feel. It felt almost life-like and he immediately withdrew his hand in shock. "What the fuck is that?"

"It's a masturbation aid," she replied matter-of-factly.

"I already have one of those," he said, holding up his right hand. "And it's served me pretty well the last fifteen or so years."

"I bet your hand can't do what one of these could."

"And I bet that thing won't do what you can."

"It's not supposed to be the same," she explained patiently. "Just…. different. New."

Allowing his gaze to lift from his shoes for a moment, he looked along the shelf at the rows of these aids, each with a different sized and shaped vagina crafted into the end, some with tight little arse holes, some with open mouths. He swallowed thickly, trying desperately to hide the deep sense of mortification he felt. "I really don't like the idea of sticking my John Thomas in a plastic fanny. Sorry if that makes me weird."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Peeta. But lots of couples have toys they use together. Keeps things interesting."

A cold shiver ran down his spine at her words; she'd proclaimed that she wasn't going to get bored of him, but was this evidence to the contrary? Is that why Jenn had embarked on that affair? Wasn't he satisfying her? He wasn't willing to take that risk with Katniss. "This would make you happy, would it?"

"It'd certainly be a massive turn on," she said, slipping her hand into the back pocket of his jeans and giving him a little squeeze. A jolt of electricity ran through him at both her touch and her words, causing his cock to twitch a little in anticipation. If this was what she wanted, he'd do it for her.

Trying his utmost to ignore the embarrassment he felt, he picked up one of the torch-like objects, and read the packaging.

'Modelled on alt pornstar Stoya's tight pussy, the Destroya Fleshlight provides 360 degrees of piercing pleasure and unmatched bliss.'

He put it straight back on the shelf, saying, "God, no. I'm not having anything called a Destroya coming anywhere near my dick, thanks."

"Suit yourself. What about this?" she said, handing him another, with a wicked grin on her face. Like before, this had apparently been modelled on a real-life porn star, and this one had been named The Barracuda. With a wince, he shook his head and put it back. All of them seemed to be similarly named: Torrid, Vortex, Dragon, Tornado…

"Is there nothing that doesn't sound like it's going to hurt?" he asked, causing Katniss to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Ooh, what about this one?" she asked, regaining her composure and picking yet another toy from the shelf. "Fleshlight Ice Crystal. At least it doesn't sound painful."

It differed from the others in that the outer casing, as well as the soft inner sleeve, were both made from a translucent material that, according to the packaging, would allow them to 'watch the action.' It was then that he noticed the price on the shelf edging. "Sixty quid?" he hissed. "It's a bit expensive, isn't it?"

"You're the one who paid eighty quid for a non-existent wank," she responded with a wink.

"Keep it down," he said desperately, looking around to make sure no one had overheard them. He could feel the heat radiating from his face as he grew redder and redder. Either way, whether they bought the damn thing or not, it had gotten to the stage where he just wanted to get out of this shop and put an end to the humiliation he felt. And he knew Katniss wasn't going to be the one to back down. "Fine," he said at last. "If we get this thing can we just go? Please?"

A mischievous gleam appeared in her eye as she kissed him. "Sure thing, angel. You won't regret it, I promise. Love you."

After paying for it and being persuaded at the tills to part with even more money (as apparently lubricant was 'a must'), and being advised to place it in warm water for ten minutes before use for an even better experience, Peeta was desperate to leave. This world was not one he'd experienced before, and he felt so incredibly out of place and almost relieved to be back in the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street.

As soon as they got back to Katniss' flat, she pounced on him, her fingers working their way into his curls and holding him steady as she assaulted his mouth with her tongue over and over again. Her hand slid down to cup the bulge forming at the front of his jeans, and he couldn't stop the quiet moans as she gently squeezed and massaged him, nor the groan of disappointment as she abruptly pulled away from him.

"I'm gonna get this ready," she said, indicating their new toy. She ducked away into the bathroom, and Peeta could hear her running the taps, clearly doing as the shop assistant had advised. Leaning back against the wall in Katniss' hallway, he had to take several deep, steading breaths while he waited for her. After a minute or two she re-emerged and immediately entwined herself in Peeta's arms once again, walking backwards towards her room while continuing to kiss him.

There could be no denying that on top of his arousal, he was feeling a little apprehensive as she led him into her bedroom. She wasted no time in starting to strip him, pulling his jumper over his head and practically tearing his shirt open, and he shuddered slightly as the cold of her fingertips brushed over his stomach. "You ok?" she whispered, before leaning into him, pressing her lips along his clavicle and reaching up to lick along his jaw line. His mouth set into a firm line, but he didn't trust himself to speak and nodded tightly instead. "Relax." Her voice was like melted chocolate, sweet and smooth, and her head dipped lower so she could take one of his nipples into his mouth. The dual sensation of her hot tongue swirling over him and her teeth gently grazing his flesh left him completely breathless, causing his already hard cock to strain uncomfortably against the tight material of his jeans.

Katniss gently pushed against him, walking him backwards until he reached the edge of her bed. Keeping her eyes firmly on his, she reached down and undid the button fly on his jeans, and he breathed a small sigh of relief as the pressure against him was released. She pulled his jeans down over his hips, encouraging him to step out of them. Stepping closer to him, she stroked her palm over his erection, sending a spasm of anticipatory pleasure jolting through him.

"Sit down," she instructed him, as she began to slowly peel away her layers of clothing, until she was down to her underwear. Peeta let out a slow, long exhalation of breath as he admired her exquisite form.

He didn't get much of a chance to admire her before she was straddling him, cupping his face in her hands and devouring him with kisses. He could have happily stayed this way, but he knew she had other plans. She pulled away from him, slightly breathless, as a languid smile spread across her face. "Are you ready?"

Not really, if he was being entirely truthful with himself, but he swallowed his nerves and nodded. She grinned and climbed off him before opening her bedside drawer. "Pick something out for me," she said with a wink. "I'll get yours."

His heart was racing so fast and hard that he could feel it pounding in his ears as he looked at her array of toys. With absolutely no idea what he was really looking for, he started to pick through them. So many of them looked far too intimidating, too big, too... advanced. A curved, pink one caught his eye. It wasn't overly large, but the shape of it confused him. Holding it up on its side, it vaguely resembled the profile of the Starship Enterprise, only curvier. He turned it over in his hands a couple of times before picking up another confusing item. This one was small, just a few inches long and U-shaped, with a series of smooth ridges on the inside of the 'U'. Katniss re-entered the room just as he was running his finger along the ridges. "Oooh, which one are you going for?"

"Umm…" he floundered, unsure of what either item was supposed to do.

She smiled in clear understanding of his dilemma. "I think you'll like this one more," she said, indicating the U-shaped toy, while putting the Enterprise back in the drawer. "And I've never had the chance to use it before. Not as it's supposed to be used at least. And this is ready to go," she said, while squeezing a generous amount of cherry-flavoured lube into the Fleshlight. She set it down on top of the bedside drawers next to the other toy that had been left out before telling him to lie back on the bed. As soon as he did as she asked, she clambered on to the bed next to him, sliding her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulling them down over his hips. Out of nerves, his erection had all but vanished. She trailed a series of kisses down his torso, her fingertips gently fluttering over his sensitive flesh until his arousal returned. Once she was satisfied, she picked up the Fleshlight, and, taking Peeta's length in one of her hands, she lowered the tight opening over him.

"Holy shit," he choked out involuntarily. He had never felt anything quite like it. The material inside was soft, warm and wet, and each of the ridges inside massaged him exquisitely as he pushed through. Every last feeling of apprehension he'd had evaporated in an instant, and his hands fisted the sheets in tight balls. She slowly moved it up and down over him, each of the textured bumps and ridges inside bringing him nothing but pleasure.

"Oh god, seeing you inside this…. You look so damn hot fucking it."

He forced his eyes open to watch her. One arm was draped over his stomach while she held the Fleshlight in the other, bringing it down over his cock in a slight twisting motion. The textures changed the further down the shaft he went, and he suddenly wanted to experience it all. He thrust his hips up higher to meet her, unable to control the groans escaping his lips as the shaft became tighter, a series of soft bumps surrounding and massaging every millimetre of his head.

As she continued to pleasure him, he wanted to do the same for her. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and he ran his fingers through it, exposing the elegant and slender lines of her neck. He allowed his touch to drop lower, gliding over the curve of her waist. He paused to run his hand over her backside for a moment, squeezing the soft flesh, before he encouraged her to open her legs to him. Sliding his fingers over the slick, soft flesh between her legs, he sought out her clit, gently circling the sensitive nub of flesh in time to his own upwardly thrusting hips.

He was getting close to the edge far too soon; he didn't want this to ever end, but there was no way he was going to last much longer. There were simply too many sensations. "Are you close, angel?" she whispered.

"Uh-huh," he grunted, unable to form coherent words.

"Don't hate me," she said, and she gently pulled the sleeve off him.

"Wha—? What are you doing?" he gasped, almost entirely breathless.

"Have you ever tried edging?"

"No," he said in almost a whimper as the intensity of the waves of pleasure began to subside.

"I think you'll thank me, in the long run. Trust me."

"What are you going to do?"

She leant over him, and ran her tongue over his trembling bottom lip. "I need you to be honest and tell me when you're getting close each time. And tell me when you can't take any more. And I'll decide if you can."

"You love being in control, huh?"

"I do, Peeta. I really do."

He nodded as his breathing and heart rate started to return to normal. "When do I get to pleasure you?"

"When I say so."

He felt filled with equal parts nerves and trepidation. He hadn't lied when he told Katniss how vanilla he was. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about experimenting sexually. But as a young man, managing to get laid at all was enough. Then after getting with Jenn, they had settled down into an easy routine where sex was always enjoyable, but nothing ever really changed. And then, of course, after she left him, there were no opportunities at all, until he met Katniss….

The feeling of her kisses trailing down his body wiped all other thoughts from his mind. As usual, she took longer when passing over his tattoo, spending extra time laving his skin with her tongue before moving further down his body. She paused when she reached his cock, her pupils dilating hungrily before she lowered the Fleshlight over him once more.

Once again, it took all of Peeta's willpower to keep his eyes open and watch what she was doing, but when she dipped her head and started to kiss and lick the base of his cock and balls, it became too much for him. The brief sight he had of his cock filling the Fleshlight while Katniss' tongue flickered over him would— he was certain—remain with him for the rest of his life.

"Fuck, Katniss…" he hissed, as his hands found her head and wound their way into her hair. He wanted to touch her too, to make her feel as wanted, as needed, as she did to him, but in their current position that was an impossibility. "Katniss," he gasped just as she pushed his cock right down to the tighter section that massaged his head in a way he could only have imagined before, "Katniss, please, I want…. I want to touch you. Please…."

"Next time, ok?"

"Next time?"

"Uh-huh. Remember, tell me when you're close, ok?" She dipped her head back down to place a kiss at the base of his cock while her free hand sought out and stroked along his perineum.

The effect on him was instant. His whole body shuddered with the effort of maintaining control, while his hands gripped her hair even tighter. "Shit, Katniss, I'm close," he cried out, groaning in bitter frustration as she immediately ceased her sensual assault on him. He relinquished his grip on her hair and rubbed his hands over his face, pressing the heels into his eyes for a moment while his breathing slowly returned to normal.

The ache in his cock was becoming almost unbearable, and he had no idea how long she planned to keep teasing him for. It was becoming increasingly difficult to gather his thoughts coherently, and it took him entirely by surprise when he felt her lips press into his. "I'm so turned on right now," she whispered in his ear. "I need your mouth on me."

He barely had time to nod before he felt her weight shift on top of him. Opening his eyes for a moment, he moaned her name at what he saw. She was facing away from him, her legs on either side of his head, and she was lowering her mouth to his waiting cock. "Oh, fuck, Katniss…." He reached up and placed his hands over the curve of her backside, pulling her towards his own mouth. His tongue ran along her slick folds, and at the same moment she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and covered him with her lips.

Bliss. Nothing else in the world mattered or even existed outside of the two of them. Feeling her lips and her tongue gliding over him was such a welcome relief from the intensity of the Fleshlight, and nothing, nothing made him happier—or harder— than pleasing her.

Her hips rolled and undulated over him, and in response, he held her even tighter, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, sucking her clit into his mouth. She moaned in response to his ministrations, the hum of her voice sending vibrations deep through his cock and sending him ever closer to the brink once again. She pulled away from him for a moment and whispered, "Oh, Peeta, I'm going to come." Gripping her hips even tighter, he darted his tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub of flesh, holding on and not stopping as her body seized up on top of him. He thrust his own hips upwards, desperate to make contact with her again, as the pressure inside him almost reached its peak. It wouldn't take much to send him spiralling over the edge right now, if he could just find the warmth and wetness of her mouth...

But no. She was denying him yet again… His head fell back against the pillow as she climbed off him, and, satiated, she rested her head against his shoulder.

"How are you doing, angel?" she said gently, as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

How to answer that? He had never been more turned on in his entire life, but the constant denial was taking its toll. Running his hands over his face and pushing his hair back off his sweating forehead, he said, "I don't even know. I can't…. think anymore." The ache in his balls was becoming utterly unbearable, and his heart was fluttering almost painfully fast. "Please, Katniss… I need…"

"I think you can take one more."

"I can't, Katniss. I really can't."

"Yes, you can," she said firmly, and she silenced his protests with a kiss, staying locked to his lips until his heart rate began to return to normal.

"Katniss," he whimpered, "please…."

"You ready?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she snatched up the Fleshlight once again, squeezing more lube inside.

Knowing what was coming, knowing how good it was going to feel, and that Katniss was going to snatch release away from him did little to ease his anxiety. If anything it merely prolonged his torment, as he desperately fought against allowing himself to enjoy the sensations too much.

But he couldn't fight against it forever. As Katniss brought the Fleshlight down over him again and again, gently twisting and turning it over his hardened cock, he soon felt the pressure in his balls begin to mount once more. He determined not to tell Katniss this time; he had to come, he simply had to. His breathing soon started to hitch in his throat and he fisted the sheets even tighter. His eyes screwed tightly shut, he bit down hard on his bottom lip and concentrated with all his might on not giving out any more signals. He figured she'd be cross with him for ruining whatever she had in store for him but at that moment he no longer cared.

"I think that's enough of that," Katniss said suddenly, abruptly pulling the Fleshlight away from him. In response he rolled over on to his side and punched the pillow in frustration. "You weren't going to tell me, were you?"

Even if he was able to articulate a proper answer, he wouldn't want to tell her the truth. "I…. can't…. Katniss, please…..."

"I know, angel," she replied, gently stroking a few stray curls away from his forehead. "Get your breath back and I promise that it'll be worth it." She pulled him on to his back and rested her head against his shoulder, and ran her fingers up down his abdomen, sending shivers down his spine. Her touch felt almost painful as his senses were so heightened, but he held on to her and grit his teeth against the almost agonizing bliss. "You've done so well, Peeta," she cooed at long last, leaning up on her elbow as a languid smile spread across her face. "I think you're ready to help me with my toy."

"Katniss, please, no more teasing," he begged. He pushed his sweat-drenched hair off from his forehead. Everything was aching, he couldn't tell reality from fiction, and he couldn't remember a time where he didn't feel this desperate need for release….

He watched through half-closed lids as she picked up the small U-shaped vibrator and twisted one end of it. Immediately it sprang to life, buzzing and pulsating in her hand.

"Help me, Peeta."

At that moment, he was no longer in control of himself. Katniss was his entire world, and any request she made he had no choice but to fulfil. "What do I do?" he asked her.

"Here," she said, placing the already vibrating toy in his hands. She showed him how to gently open the 'U' shape up and place one end of it at her entrance. "Push this into me." He did as she asked, and the ridged side of the toy was pressed against her clit. As soon as the toy was in place her breathing became shallow. "Now you too, Peeta. I need you inside me, too."

Every single nerve in his body was on fire as he positioned himself over her. The vibe resting against her clit was already causing her to squirm slightly under him, and he focused on her breasts, heaving up and down with every fast breath she took. Unsure of exactly how it would work 'sharing' Katniss with the vibrator, he pushed into her entrance.

Immediately his breath was taken from him. The tiny vibe resting against her clit sent escalating pulses to the base of his cock, and with every single thrust he could feel the smooth edge of the internal part of the vibe catching on the ridge of his head.

"Katniss," he gasped, his breathing ragged, "please tell me you're not going to deny me again. I'm not going to be able to stop."

"It's ok," she whispered back to him, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him even further into her. "You can let go, Peeta."

It really wasn't going to take much for him, but he was determined that Katniss would come first. Every single ounce of his mental energy was focused on keeping his own orgasm at bay. He was shaking with the effort; sweat was pouring from his forehead and dripping from the end of his nose as he moved slowly within her.

"Please, Katniss," he said, his voice barely above a whimper, "please come soon."

Almost as soon as he spoke, her arms pulled his head towards her own, and she pressed her lips forcefully into his. He opened his mouth to her as her body tensed underneath him, and he swallowed her moans and cries as she tensed and shook under his weight.

He couldn't hold back for another second. He'd felt nothing but intense pressure for what felt like hours, but as soon as he felt Katniss' walls clamp down and flutter around him he was pushed over the edge.

It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His orgasm took over his entire body, and instead of cresting the wave and allowing it to subside, it just kept building and building until he couldn't take anymore. His cock pulsed almost painfully as he spilled himself within her. With a shuddering sigh and the repeated mantra of, "Thank you, thank you," he collapsed in a sweating heap on top of her.

The vibe was still sending pulsating shockwaves straight to his cock, and as a result, he couldn't stay where he was comfortably for long. As he pulled out of her, the vibe caught on the ridge of his head once again, almost causing him to collapse against on top of her again. She quickly fumbled with the vibrator, pulling it out and turning it off before opening her arms to Peeta. He allowed himself to be fully enveloped in her embrace as conscious thought finally began to return to him.

"How are you feeling, angel?" she asked him.

"Good," he answered her. "Really fucking good." He took a deep breath and began to laugh. "Really fucking incredible, actually. Jesus, Katniss, I've never felt anything like that."

"Glad to be of service," she chuckled in response, gripping him tighter as an aftershock wave of pleasure coursed through his body. They were covered in a sheen of sweat which soon began to cool against their bodies. "Do you want to get under the covers?" she asked him as he shook with cold.

He nodded and together they slid into the dry and welcoming warmth of her bed. Peeta was still basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced, as a wonderfully relaxed, sleepy feeling washed over him. "I love you so much," he said as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

"I know," she said, placing kiss after kiss on the top of his head. "I'm sorry for tormenting you."

"Don't be," he laughed. "That was… wow."

"So you'd be happy to do it again."

"Now?" he asked incredulously. "Katniss, I can't."

"No, not now," she smiled, stroking his hair. "Just at some time."

"I can't say no to you," he replied. "I can never say no to you."

"It's one of the reasons why I love you."

The sleepy feeling intensified as her fingers played with his hair, twisting a few curls round her fingers. With a deep, heavy sigh, he closed his eyes and relaxed even further into her embrace, content in the knowledge that he was able to share intimacy such as he had never known with the woman of his dreams. An aftershock shiver of pleasure ran through him once more as he relived every tortuous yet blissful moment. As he lay still, listening to the thunderous beating of her heart a thought occurred to him and he couldn't help the smirk that slowly crawled across his face. "Katniss?" he asked.

"Hmmm?"

"I noticed a couple of toys with remote controls in your drawer."

"Yup."

"So… I could have complete control over it?" he quizzed her again, his smirk widening.

"Technically, yes."

"Good to know," he replied as all kinds of possibilities ran through his mind and a knowing smile crossed his face. "Very good to know. I guess I'll have to pay you back sometime."

"Oh really?"

"Well, it's only fair, wouldn't you agree?"

Holding him tighter than ever she laughed and echoed his own words. "I can't say no to you. I can never say no to you."

He lifted his gaze up to meet hers. Her sparkling grey eyes were heavily lidded, their post-orgasmic bliss still visible in them, and he brushed a gentle kiss over her lips. "It's one of the reasons why I love you."