Peeta-

It's early, baker's hours. My face is sore, but not as sore as my busted knuckles. Last night feels like a distant nightmare. To my right, tucked into my arm is my beautiful girl. Her raven hair splayed across her face and my body. I gently push her hair off of her face, behind her ear. That's when I see it, the gash over her left eye causing her eyelid to swell, and the blooming purple covering that quarter of her face. My heart instantly breaks, crushes into a thousand pieces. How could I have let this happen to her? I should have been there to protect her. I swear I will end Gale if he lays a hand on her again. I lay there with her, taking in every freckle on her face and curve of her body.

She must sense that I'm awake, she starts to stir and opens her eyes to me then shuts them quickly but a smirk stays on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" She looks so beautiful in her sleepy state; she looks like she has a secret.

"I only have to wait a few weeks to be able to wake up like this every morning." I can't wait for that. Last night, I was willing to plead and beg to allow her to come into my name…but she agreed after only a short consideration.

She turned her body more towards mine, draping her arm over my chest and pulling her leg up across my center. Oh god. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as the soft skin of her leg runs across mine. Her heat radiating underneath my boxers, into my skin. I look down and see the t-shirt she was wearing was pushed up onto her stomach and her bare hip was taunting me.

"Oooohhhh fuck.., Katniss." My fingers dig into her sides and she sucks in a gasp and her face winces.

I quickly let go and sit up, pulling her shirt up to look her over. Her face was not the only thing bruised, she had finger print shaped marks on her ribs and lower hips. Gale. I'll fucking kill him.

Katniss-

His jaw tenses when he looks at my side and over my face. He won't look at me.

"Peeta, please. You saved me, it would have been much worse if you hadn't come in to stop him." Is he trying to hide his face from me? "Peeta?" nothing. I reach my hand up to his face, using my finger to turn him to me. His blonde-brown eye lashes are wet, tears welling up in his eyes. My Peeta. No one could ever love me like he does.

I put my hand over his cheek and lead him down to my chest, he wraps his arms around my waist and sobs into my chest. I have never felt so loved, so beautiful, so worth it…until this moment. I just let him cry it out, running my fingers through his curls.

We pull ourselves out of bed, our stomachs demanding we do so. They have breakfast started downstairs, Peeta heads down to see about helping. He loves being in the kitchen. I go over to Madge's room and find my school clothes from yesterday. She fusses over my face and apologizes profusely about what happened. I thank her for being there, for being a great friend.

By the time we get downstairs, I hear Peeta's beautiful laugh coming from the kitchen. We have an easy breakfast, going over the night before and skipping all of the bad parts. The housekeeper takes a look at my face and tells me to make sure and have my mom give me something for it. Peeta and I go quickly to the bakery, I don't want either of us to be seen this way.

Back at the bakery, we sneak into the backdoor like always. Mr. Mellark is there with Rye, "Good morning!" he says, without even looking up.

"Uh, good morning." I'm not sure if he knew I was with Peeta, he glances up and immediately rushes to me. Rye coming over quickly behind him.

He sits me at the table and Rye goes to make some tea while Peeta recaps the whole story, leaving out some of the more intimate and vulgar details when he sees my tenseness. Like father, like son; Mr. Mellark is so doting over me and protective. He immediately changes into father mode and talks about keeping me safe. It's still so early in the morning, my mom probably isn't up yet. I know she needs to look at my face and should hear about what happened before Gale comes by our house. Actually, he's probably already been there about his arm. I can't imagine him telling her what really happened.

I excuse myself to get cleaned up, Peeta offers me many times to help or find me things that I might need. Politely, I assure them that I'm fine. I grab a towel and slip into Peeta's bathroom. No one else must have showered this morning, because the water is hot and feels so good. I get the rest of the blood out of my hair and from underneath my fingernails. Peeta's body wash smells like vanilla and it makes me smile, because after I leave I'll still smell like him. When I'm done, I take the chance to look over my face. When clean, the cut over my eye isn't so bad. The bruising is a different story, it's a pale purple already and will get worse at the day goes on. Hopefully my mom has something to put on it. I'm also grateful that I don't have school for a couple more weeks but I definitely won't be able to work the front counter of the bakery looking like this.

I don't want to put my old clothes on, they smell like last night. I don't want to ruin my Peeta-vanilla-clean smell by wearing the same clothes. Peeta has an older pair of sweatpants in his drawer and a t-shirt that is surely too small for him, even though they both drape over me. Not being ready to dress, I lay the cloths over the end of the bed and crawl under his covers. His bed smells like him; vanilla body wash, cinnamon from the bakery and his sweat, an almost salty smell. I love it. I inhale deeply and close my eyes, burying myself deeper into his blankets.

I dream about cookies and dancing with Peeta, right there in his room. Him carrying me into our bed and feeling his warm body pressed behind mine, his fingers running up my spine and his kisses on my neck.

I'm slowly brought to life by Peeta's warm breath on my neck, his thumb lazily drawing circles on my naked hip and his erection pressed into my back.

He must be able to tell I'm awake, "I was getting worried about you and I found you in my bed. You look so beautiful." His warm breath in my ear, coupled with his deep whisper tickles my neck. I can't help but feel the heat rising between my legs and I don't have on any panties to soak up my wetness. A small moan leaves my throat as I turn to lay on my back. His hand follows my turn and ends up flush over my pussy.

He groans and it causes me to throb, his lips run along my jawline and I dip my head to meet his lips. I wrap one of my hands in his hair and cover his hand with mine. We have been naked in the same room, but never naked together. It's infinitely hotter. I know that I want to be with him completely, but I'm not sure that I'm ready. I lead his fingers between my legs as I deepen the kiss. His breath catches and I can feel his smile beneath my lips.

"Mmmm, Katniss- you're so fucking wet for me." I can't help but moan at his choice of words. He doesn't normally curse and his voice pulls out the desire in me. "Do you like it when I talk that way to you? Hmmm?" He presses his lips right behind my ear, where it concaves and starts to suck. "When I tell you how god damn hard I get when I think of you?" He takes the opportunity to press his swollen dick into my side. Oh God. He's so fucking amazing.

I'm still in a bit of shock at how his words make a tingle go down to my toes and back to my pussy, making it leak a little more. "Answer me now." He growls, and his voice is demanding. "Tell me if you like me talking to you like you're mine, like I own your pussy." At the same time, he plunges his finger into me and gets up on his elbow to look directly at me, positioning his other hand behind my head, loosely wrapping my hair in his hand. His eyes are dark and black with desire.

"Yes, I am yours. All yours." It's just a whisper into his lips.

"Mmmm, good girl." He continues to pump his finger in and out of me, going a little deeper every time. My legs spread for him mindlessly when he moves to get on top of me. He pushes up and pulls his finger out of me. He sits back on his hind legs and brings his finger to his mouth. We never break eye contact and my mouth makes a small 'o' when he licks it. I can see his dick flinch and his eyes darken when he takes in his whole finger, sucking my juices off of him.

I'm literally shaking as he lays back down on my side, pulling me closer to him. "Peeta? I – um- I'm not sure that I'm ready." The past 24 hours have just been too overwhelming. Hopefully he's not upset because I know he wants me too. Surprisingly, he smiles at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I know sweetheart; we're going to wait. I want it to be special for you because you're special to me. The most important person in my life." He presses his lips to mine, devouring my mouth. When he cradles the side of my face and sucks on my bottom lip, I can't help the whimper that leaves me. Clearly the sound does something to him, he pushes deeper into my mouth and his hand moves down my body stopping to knead at my breasts. I can feel my pussy start to drip when he twists and pinches my nipples.

He pulls me onto my side, facing into his kiss. When his hand wraps around to my ass, he pulls my leg up over his hip. I can feel the head of his dick pressing into my crotch, a few more inches and he could easily push inside of me. He's so close…maybe I don't want to wait. I want him so badly.

I pull away from the kiss, "Peeta? Pl-please touch me…" I think I've said something wrong, when he throws his head back, grips my hips and groans. When he comes back to me, his kiss is determined. I rest my head on his bicep thats circled around me. His palm cups my pussy and he runs his index finger up and down my slit. I push my thigh higher on his hip in hopes that he'll put his fingers back in me.

This time, it's him that whimpers when the pad of his finger rubs circles on my clit and my hips buck up against his hand. His thumb replaces his finger there and they dip inside of me. He starts with one digit, curling the tip of his finger up. It's reaching an unknown spot inside of me that makes my back arch, pressing my chest against his. Slowly, he puts in another finger and curls them both together.

"God, you're so tight and wet." He whispers it into my lips, at the same time I put my hand between us and grip his dick. His moan is so deep, from his chest and I can feel him swelling even more in my hand. His lips kiss down my neck, past my collarbone and land on my left nipple.

As he bites gently and sucks, the pace of his fingers speeds up. I grip a little harder around his cock, trying to make my fingers touch on the other side. His mouth leaves my chest abruptly and lands back on my lips. His hips start to move, making my hand slide up and down his hard dick

"I can't wait to find out how you feel on my dick." My back arches again as I can feel my core start to tighten and a warmth below my belly beginning to build.

"Please!" I'm panting and not sure what I'm begging for. His breathing matches mine and his body is on fire. "Peeta, I think I'm about to - I'm going to co…" my voice trails off as the walls of my pussy tighten around his fingers and I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut when he continues pushing his finger in and out of me. His hips go faster and faster when his hand covers over mine, he guides it up and down against the push and pull of his body.

His teeth sink into my neck and his hot come shoots onto my stomach and all over my left hip. The milky liquid drips down my stomach, towards the bed and my pussy starts to throb again. His dick is still hard when he pulls me closer and rubs the head of it through the come and over my soft curls right above my entrance. He's so fucking sexy and I can't wait to spend every night with him.

For now, I need another shower, but I can't bring myself to leave Peeta's arms that are wrapped so tightly around me.