A/N- A little bit of sadness leading into some hot smut!

KPOV

Christian seems so happy up here and very comfortable at the controls, which is the only reason my food is staying in my stomach. I watch him as he checks and rechecks dials and knobs, talking to some person on the ground about where he is. I'm beginning to wonder if there's anything Christian can't do well, when I realize he's asking me a question.

"I'm sorry, what?"

He laughs and repeats himself, "I can't remember, do you know how to swim?"

"Of course, why else would I have suggested the beach of all places?" I answer, shaking my head. I look over at him, seeing the slight pout on his full lips, "My dad taught me ages ago in a small lake we hunted near."

He nods and asks, "It's just not many people know, even now that they can travel to different places. My parents insisted, though we hardly went to an actual beach. They do have a pool though and that was always kept nice."

"A pool?" I had heard of it, but I grew up learning how to swim in a natural body of water and no one in District 12 would have had one.

"Yes, it's a, well, it can be made of different things, depending on if it's made underground or above. Usually if it's underground, it's cement and then filled with water. The above ground ones are a thick plastic of sorts. My parents have all kinds of books that they never gave to the Capitol library because it had been family stuff. The pictures are amazing. I'll have to show you when we get back." Well, that's interesting. His family has their own history and kept books.

"Surely, being from the Capitol helped them preserve that, right?"

"Well, you would think, but as far as I know, my great-great grandfather kept very good records of his ancestors and he didn't want anyone to get a hold of them, so he hid them, leaving a key of some sort for his son and grandson and so on. My father has the key now of course and he has updated it throughout the years." Christian seems proud of that which is comforting to know. Given that he said he wouldn't let anyone in or let anyone touch him, this means a lot to him and now I'm curious about it.

"My father started a book on the different kind of plants that we could use or stay away from. Then Peeta and I started our own, he drew and I wrote." Should I be telling him this, I'll get sad again, I know it, but I want to share with him too.

"Started a book about what, plants?" Christian asks, checking in with a ground person again.

"No, well, we continued with that one, but started something that was meant for recovery, therapy, really. It has pictures and stories and information about the family we lost, tributes we came to know or had to kill, stuff like that. It helped, getting it all out."

"I imagine it would." He murmurs.

We don't talk for a few moments and I decide to take in the scenery below me. We've left the bright white and platinum buildings of the Capitol for a much prettier landscape. Grass and small lakes and ponds, then plains with cattle walking through the fields. At least I think its cattle; all I can see are small black and white animals. It's so amazing being up here and seeing everything lit up from the sun this early in the morning. There's a lot of desert though, a lot more than I originally thought. I always had it in my mind that there was more water everywhere. I had read in school that many of the lakes and ponds had been drying up long before the Districts were even divided up, but since Peeta and I were on a train, we couldn't see it like this.

"We're almost there. See, you can see the beach to your right?" Christian tells me through the headphones. I look to where he's pointing and see the ocean looming to the side of us. The blue is so pretty, reminding me of Peeta's eyes.

I start to pay attention and see all the houses and a tall building, to which I'm pretty sure we'll be landing on. District 4 is quite big, spreading out for hundreds of miles and from the map that I've seen, it almost curves around another district. We'll be staying in a touristy spot, though the main center of the district isn't that far off. I see can taller buildings further in and know that somewhere in there is the hospital my mother works in. She just couldn't leave this place to be with me, her only surviving family. I won't bring it up to Christian though; I'm determined to not let her ruin this little trip for me.

"We'll be landing on top of the hotel. I made sure that they had the right kind of roof to support hovercrafts and helicopters." He informs me, as we get closer to the tall building. It's painted a deep blue, with glass all around it, except for the very top and very bottom floors.

"Aren't they afraid of storms knocking it down, breaking the glass?" I ask Christian as we come closer and he's hovering over the top.

"No, the window panes are made of the strongest, most durable glass around. Elliot wasn't going to take any chances when it came to a hotel on the coast. There was a huge storm about two years ago, but there was no real damage done. Some trees uprooted, more ground level things had issues, not the top." He informs me as he lands and starts to shut everything down. He unstraps himself and then undoes me. "Come on, it's still early enough to have some breakfast down at the oceanside café."

"Oceanside café? Don't we need to put this basket in the room or something, so everything stays cool?" I ask, grabbing it on my way out. Once I'm out of the helicopter, I realize just how windy it is up here. The roof of his office building didn't seem so windy, but there are a lot more buildings around it.

Christian slings the duffle bag over his shoulder and takes the basket from me, wrapping an arm around my lower back. "Yes, we'll check in. We could just have breakfast in the room though. We'll have a balcony, can eat outside."

"That sounds nice." I respond as I hit the down button for the elevator. The doors open and we enter, the doors closing behind us after a moment. It's a pale shade of beige, with a big mirror behind us and two small paintings of ocean scenes on either side. I take a closer look and sure enough they are two of Peeta's paintings. He is literally surrounding me.

I don't say anything to Christian; I know he knows once he looks at the paintings and my face. "We shouldn't have stayed here. I'm sorry."

"No, Christian, maybe it's his way of letting me know that this is where I'm supposed to be." I tell him. I only half believe it myself, but it's a nice thought. I smile up at Christian and wind my arm around his waist, "I'll have to show you what he can do with actual people, not just landscapes."

He smiles at me and I know we won't talk about it for at least a little while. The doors open and we are welcomed to a bright foyer in shades of blues and greens. The colors aren't overwhelming though, as they are pale and serene. Peeta's paintings are everywhere, small and big alike. I wonder who chose them and commend their good taste.

We walk up to a large main desk, four flat computer screens lining the tops. A middle-aged woman waits patiently for us to set our bags down while Christian gets his wallet out of his pocket. The woman waves away his offered card.

"Mr. Grey, there is no need, your suite is ready and Mr. and Mrs. Thomson are happy to have you. Will you need any help with your bags?" The blond-haired woman asks, holding out two hotel cards. "We have you up in the penthouse."

"We only have the two bags, we'll tend to them. Are the owners around?" Christian asks as he takes the cards, handing me one. "I would like to talk to them."

"Mrs. Thomson is at the market, getting some fresh flowers as she does every day and Mr. Thomson has not come in yet. He usually doesn't get here until lunchtime, but I will let both of them know that you want to see them. Anything else, Mr. Grey?" She asks, fluttering her long made up eyelashes at him. Christian pays no attention to her affections though.

"No, thank you. We'll phone if we need anything. Thank you." He says, turning away from her. I see her pout and smile. Ha! He's with me, lady!

"Only the elevator on the far left will take you all the way up, Mr. Grey!" She calls after us. Christian nods his head and we go in that direction. Entering the elevator, Christian drops the bag and basket and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

When he releases me, I breathe heavily, excited for more. He keeps me close to his side and when the door dings open, we walk into a foyer. There's set of wide double doors and he slides the card through. When he opens the doors and I walk in, I am overcome by the beauty before me. All white walls and flooring, light beige furniture and very modern lighting. I walk over to the window, which is from the floor to ceiling, looking over the ocean. It's beautiful, that's all I can think, absolutely beautiful. I hear Christian behind me, putting the bag and basket down and then feel him.

He wraps his arms around my middle, nuzzling his nose into my hair. I put my arms up and over, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him closer. Turning my head ever so slightly, our lips meet and begin their tasting of the other's. I turn all the way around, pushing my body into Christian's. It amazes me how much I want him practically all the time even though we haven't known each other long. I feel very comfortable with him which is odd in itself because I was never truly affectionate to anyone except my sister and later on Peeta.

Christian hugs me tight to him and lifts me up. I take that second to wrap my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth and pulls away to breathe. In a husky voice, he says, "I think breakfast can wait."

"Fine by me." I barely get out as he's kissing me again, pushing me against the glass window.

I start to unbutton his shirt as he's trying to get mine off. We both start laughing and I put my feet on the floor. Looking around, I figure out where the bedroom is and start running towards it, taking my dress off on the way. I hear Christian literally growl and then he's after me. I'm almost completely naked by the time he's stopped.

The bed is massive, even bigger then his, though I can't imagine why. I crawl onto it but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back. I squeal and turn myself out of his grasp, pulling him forward instead. As I try to wiggle to the middle of the bed, he pulls down the rest of my bathing suit and I watch him practically rip off his boxers, slipping a condom on. He kisses his way up my body, making me spread my legs open as he gets closer to my center. He only takes a quick swipe with his tongue though before he continues on his path. My back involuntarily arches when he gently bites each nipple.

Finally, his mouth meets mine as he enters me. The lovely feeling of fullness is there again and I buck my hips up to meet his hard and fasts thrusts.

"My Mockingjay, what you do to me." He moans, looking into my eyes. He slows his pace and my hands go down to his firm backside, squeezing.

I try to keep my eyes open, watch him watching me, but the pressure is building magnificently and my head and eyes roll back as those bright white orbs blast into my line of sight, momentarily blocking out Christian's handsome face.

"Yes, Sweetie, that's it." He urges me on. His thrusts get slower but deeper, continually hitting the right spot.

"Christian! Oh, yes, Christian!" I finally find my voice as my orgasm flows through my body. He pumps into me one last hard time and stills. I can feel his member jerking inside of me as my walls are so tight around him. Christian collapses on me, his face hidden in the crook of my neck. I hold him tight to me, my legs wrapped around him. If I had a choice, I would never let him go.