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He grins and brings his lips to mine. Before they touch, he gently runs his tongue over my bottom lip and I moan in anticipation. By the time he kisses me, I am breathing heavily and trying not to make too much noise. Our tongues battle for dominance until I finally give in and let him win. He explores my mouth and I moan into his as I run my fingers through his thick blonde hair. He pulls away way too soon and looks at me mischievously.

"One," he whispers as he moves his head down. His lips end up on my neck, and I gasp as he sucks on one spot forcefully for only a few seconds. "Two."

"Peeta," I whine, being careful to keep my voice down.

He pulls back to look at me and my breath catches as I see how dark his eyes are. I lean in to kiss him again, but he pulls away from me before I can even get close. He looks down and sighs.

"I'm sorry." He runs his hand through his hair. "We shouldn't be doing this." Before I can say anything, he continues. "This time, it was just a false alarm. But what if this happens again? I know you're not ready to have children, Katniss. We may have gotten lucky this time, but we might not be so lucky next time. I don't want you to do anything you're going to regret."

"Peeta." I put my hand on his cheek so that he'll look at me. "We don't have to..." He looks at me, and I blush. "I mean there are other things we could do."

"Katniss, you're so cute when you're trying to talk about sex." He chuckles as my blush worsens.

"Come on." I sigh, trying not to get too embarrassed. "You know what I mean! We don't have to do everything, but we could do something."

"Like?"

He raises an eyebrow as I lean into him. But that smirk disappears as soon as I grasp him through his pants. He hisses and starts breathing heavily.

"Like this." I push him against the headboard of my bed and straddle his hips. He watches me like he is shocked at my actions.

"Katniss." He gulps as he holds onto my hips to keep them from pressing against his. "Are you sure about this?"

"We don't have to do everything," I repeat as I kiss the area right next to his ear. "But I need something. I need you, Peeta."

He tenses at these words. I nip at his earlobe until his body starts to relax. He groans as quietly as he can and lets go of my hips so that they meet his. I silently thank goodness that I was too lazy to put on anything else but a sundress as he slides his hands under the skirt of it and rubs my thighs, squeezing them every now and then. I kiss my way down to his jaw and then to his neck. He pants and whispers my name over and over again like a soft prayer. I squeak in surprise as his hands grasp my backside and he pulls me closer to him. As my own form of revenge, I roll my hips and grind myself against him. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning as he groans and closes his eyes tightly.

"Oh, god," he mutters as I continue to tease him. "Katniss... So good."

My entire body is aching for him, but I know that I need to control myself. He starts to thrust his hips upward to meet mine, and our game reaches a whole new level. Every time our hips press against the other's, one of us makes some kind of noise. Peeta groans, and I whimper only when I can't hold it in anymore. Even this feels so good that I feel like I could do this for hours, and it would still feel amazing. But it seems that Peeta has other plans. He bunches the bottom of my dress up in his hands before pulling the whole thing over my head. He throws it aside and now I sit in front of him in nothing but a bra and panties. He stares at my body like this is his first time seeing it. The longer he gazes at me, the more I want him. It was in a moment like this that I realized: I feel the most beautiful when he stares at me hungrily as he does now.

Before I have a chance to do anything, his mouth is on my neck. He creates a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way down to my collarbone. I shudder and gasp as he sucks and nips on various parts of my skin. His hands travel from my backside to the back of my bra. He unclips it easily and pushes the straps off of my shoulders so that the garment falls into my lap. I push it aside with one hand. The other is still knotted in his hair. He pulls away enough to see my face, and I bite my lip, already knowing what he is about to do. He watches my face as he squeezes my right breast and starts to tease the nipple with his thumb. I gasp and throw my head back in pleasure. Every sensation that his fingers cause to my breast travels straight down to the area between my legs like a bolt of lightening. My body jolts unexpectedly making me gasp, and he stares at me lustfully.

"Peeta... More."

He leans down and glides his tongue over my left breast before putting his mouth on it. He sucks on it while still teasing the other with his hand until I become a whimpering, panting mess. I tug at his hair even though I'm not really sure if I've been pulling him away from me or toward me. He gives my breast one last squeeze before he pulls away to look at me.

"Katniss, can I..."

He doesn't finish, but I understand what he means when he hooks his finger into the side of my panties. I nod and leave his lap only long enough for him to take my underwear off. As soon as he tosses it aside, I am on his lap again and he is staring at me. His eyes scan my naked body, and I can feel him getting harder underneath me. I am about to offer to free him from his own clothing when he suddenly pushes a finger inside of me. I gasp and my whole body shakes for a moment. My eyes never lose his, as he curls his finger inside of me and I bite my lip. His eyes are so dark now as he watches me struggle to keep myself under control. I know that I cannot make too much noise, but I have no problem squirming around on top of him. In response, he starts pumping his finger in and out of me as his thumb rubs circles in my clit. I drop my head and start whimpering into his shoulder. His other hand starts playing with my breast again, and my entire body trembles.

"Yes," I whisper repeatedly, wishing I could scream out my pleasure. I know how much he loves it when I scream, but I'm not wiling to risk anything louder than a moan. "Peeta..."

"Does that feel good?" he whispers teasingly.

"Oh god..." I moan softly in his ear. "Yes, Peeta. Yes."

He smirks as he pushes another finger inside of me and starts pumping them in and out of me faster and faster. As if his attention to the area between my legs and my breast wasn't enough, he begins to kiss my neck sloppily, paying special attention to the most sensitive areas. His wet lips on my skin, his fingers inside me and rubbing against me, and his hand on my breast give me so much pleasure that I have trouble focusing on all of his actions.

"You're so wet," he mutters, his warm breath hitting my neck. "And tight."

I moan softly in response since it's the only noise that I can really allow myself to make. My entire body is shaking and sweating, and my breathing turned into panting a long time ago. I try to hold onto this for as long as I can, but the pleasure is too intense. I'm already lucky that I've lasted this long. I clutch onto his shoulders, my nails digging into him a little. I can feel myself tightening up and jolting against him. He pulls his lips away from my neck and watches my face, but his actions below my waist and on my breast are more than enough to push me over the edge. I close my eyes and pant through my orgasm. My face and my body both tense up then relax. And finally, I fall against him again and hold onto his shoulders as he plants chaste kisses on my neck and shoulder. He holds onto me as we wait for my breathing to slow down. When I can finally pull away from him and hold myself up, he smiles at me.

"You look so beautiful when you come," he says as he leans in to kiss me.

I smile against his lips and kiss him back as well as I can. My body is still weak and shaking, but I slide my hands down his torso and tug at the end of his shirt anyway. He pulls away so that I can pull it over his head. I can feel his eyes on me as I examine his toned body with me eyes and then my hands. He groans as I press my bare chest against his and start sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear. His hand travels up and down my bare back. I slowly move my hands down from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach until I reach the zipper of his jeans. I pull away from him to unzip them and pull them off of his legs before doing the same with his boxers. He moans in relief as his erection springs forward, and I can't help but stare at him. Just the thought that I was the one to make him this hard and aroused is enough to make me come undone. I run my hand over his length, and he hisses as his hips come off of the bed.

He whispers my name, and I feel something stirring inside just from the sound of it. He stares down at me- already panting like crazy- as I tighten my grip on him and pump him slowly until he is groaning and grabbing onto my sheets. His knuckles are almost white by the time I finally lower my head to his erection and lick the tip. He gasps in anticipation and squeezes his eyes shut for a second. I feel a strange sense of both pride and lust as I watch what I am doing to him. He starts to whisper my name, but it turns into a strangled cry when I take him in my mouth as far as I can.

I start to suck on him as my hands grasp and stroke at the areas that I cannot reach. A thin layer of sweat forms on his forehead as he pants and tries his hardest not to thrust his hips up towards my mouth. I can tell that he is close as his body starts to tense up, and I know one thing that will get him there in seconds. I look up at him and moan- my mouth still wrapped around him- until he loses himself completely. The vibrations from my mouth send him over the edge. He releases inside my mouth with one last groan before his body relaxes. I force myself to swallow before I pull away and crawl back into his lap. He is still breathing heavily when he pulls me down for a kiss.

"You're amazing," he says as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"No, you're the one that almost killed yourself just to get up that tree to see me."

I roll onto my back and giggle as he rolls his eyes. He puts his arm around me as I curl up next to him and rest my head on his chest.

"You know, I would climb a million trees to see you."

"Aw really?" I smirk.

"Really." He pecks the top of my head. "And those trees wouldn't see a damn thing coming."

I giggle as he looks down at me. I rest my chin on his chest so I can look at him too, and he smiles.

"I really would do anything," he says quietly. "I hope you know that."

I smile and press my cheek against his chest so that he won't see me blush. My eyes wander until I see the abandoned boxes on the table next to my bed. I sit up and pick up the two boxes and the envelope and lay them out on the bed in front of me. He sits up next to me and smiles.

"I'm guessing you want your presents now?"

"Maybe."

"Okay." He grins at me and starts to stand up. "Maybe we should get dressed first."

"Aw why?" I pout as he pulls on his boxers and jeans.

"Because this could either be a very nice moment." He leans down to kiss my neck. "Or I could ravage you."

"Well, when you put it like that..."

He chuckles and pulls away to pick up my dress. I just stare and smile at him as he guides it over my head and touches the revealed parts of my body right before the dress covers it. He pecks my lips one more time before walking away to put on his own shirt.

"Okay." He sighs as he sits down. "Go ahead."

He snakes his arm around my waist from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder as he watches me. I reach for the small white box, but he reaches out to stop my hand.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"Nothing. I think you'll want to open the envelope first, that's all."

Without asking another question, I reach for the large yellow envelope instead. I tear open the top and pull out a single piece of paper. Just from the texture of it, I can tell that it came out of his sketchbook. When I turn it around, I can't help but smile as I see myself staring through the window like I do everyday in school. He captured every detail that I could possibly think of. He even drew the wrinkles in my old brown boots, which I had hooked around the bottom of the chair's leg. He drew my hand- the one that wasn't holding my head up- chipping at the wood of my desk. It takes my breath away every time I look at his art, but this time it's because I realize how he looks at me. He sees me in a way that nobody else does.

"Do you like it?" he asks after a few moments of silence.

"I love it." I lean back into him further and smile. "It's wonderful."

"If you like it that much, I can't even imagine how much you'll like your next gift."

I turn to look at him excitedly and he chuckles nervously. He lets go of my waist and moves to sit next to me. He picks up the smaller box and holds in between both of his hands as he stares down at it.

"You okay?"

"Fine." He smiles. "I just wanted to tell you before you open this..." He looks up and takes a deep breath. "You really are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you more than anything, and I can't imagine my life without you."

"I can't either," I whisper as his eyes start to look more glassy.

"I don't want this to end. And I think you know that." I nod and he sighs. "And I just want to show you how much you mean to me." He takes a shaky breath as he opens the box for me, and I gasp. "It's called a promise ring."

I gape at the ring before me. It's a simple silver band that loops into a heart, but it leaves me speechless. When I look up at him, I can tell that is worried and scared for my reaction. I try to say something to reassure him, but nothing comes. I just stare at him as tears form in my eyes. Finally, he leans forward slowly and carefully as if he's waiting to see if I'll pull away. And when I don't, he kisses me gently and I wrap my arms around his neck, wishing that this moment didn't have to end. But it does, and all too soon.

"What do you think?" he asks.

"It's perfect. I love it." He smiles and brushes the tip of his thumb under my eye to catch a tear. "I love you."

He pulls me into him again, and I can't help but smile at how relieved he is. I wonder if he really thought that I would say no to him after all this time. But I decide not to ask since I just want him to stay as happy as he is now. As soon as he pulls away, he takes the ring out of the box and starts to put it on my left ring finger.

"I promise to love you forever." My tears start to come out at these words, and I duck my head to stare down at our hands. "I promise to marry you one day."

I am too choked up to speak at the moment, but luckily he doesn't ask me to. He places the ring at the base of my finger before bringing my hand to his lips. When he pulls away, he seems surprised that I am crying even more now. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder so that he won't see it for long, and he hugs me tightly. I wish I could focus on the happiness of this moment, but my mind keeps wandering to our parents. If Peeta really wants to marry me, I can only hope that our parents will learn to accept us before that day comes.

So I know that people don't usually like cotton candy style fluff in their lemons, but let's face it. I like to put them together sometimes because I have sick cravings. Like a pregnant woman. Without the pregnancy.

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