CPOV

She smells so good. A heady mix of lavender, sweat, a little bit of me and all the rest her own scent. I kiss the tender spot under her ear since that's where my lips are. She's still convulsing around me, though a bit less now. I don't want to move, even though I'm aware we should eat, should enjoy the beautiful day, and the beach. Luckily, with the way Katniss has wrapped herself around me, I don't think we have to move soon.

I kiss the spot again and she twitches slightly. Maybe another ticklish spot when she's not so preoccupied with making love? Did I just think that? Not just sex, but making love? Yes, yes, I did and I like the thought. I kiss her one more time under the ear and she giggles, trying to pull her head away as her limbs unwind themselves from me.

I push myself up and look at her. Katniss' lips are a dark pink from her orgasm, slightly swollen from the kissing. Her eyes are a deep steel grey while her hair has fanned out wildly on the bed. "You're beautiful."

She gives me a shy smile and breaks the eye contact, looking towards the big picture window overlooking the ocean. I put my finger under her chin, guiding her eyes back to me. "You're beautiful, Katniss."

I lower my head and kiss her gently. Our lips begin their rhythm with one another and her hands float up my back, resting on either side of me. I still haven't pulled out of her yet and can feel myself getting hard again. My stamina has gone back to its old ways, now that I have someone I am really interested in again. She laughs against my lips and I pull away. "What's so funny?"

"Are you really ready to go again? Shouldn't we go eat or see the beach?" She asks me, her body betraying her words.

I move ever so slightly and her eyes widen. "Are you sure you want to go eat?" I tease her.

She nods her head, her body already responding to my barely there movement. "Get off Christian, please."

Her voice is steady and strong. I frown, not expecting this. I've rarely been told no and it was only ever Ana. Does this mean something? I pull out of her, seeing her wince and think maybe she's just sore from all we've done the last few days. She rolls off the bed and goes to the bathroom. I get up to follow her, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trashcan by the bed and that's when I notice it; a bit of blood along with some of her juices. She closes the door before I can walk in. I'm not used to this, so I knock on the door.

"Yes?" She calls out.

"Are you okay? There was a little bit of blood." I tell her through the door.

"I'm fine, just a bit of spotting I think. Can you bring my bathing suit with you please?" She asks nicely, as I hear water being turned on.

"Sure." Now I'm wondering if she's in any pain and not telling me or if it really is just nothing. I grab her suit off the floor and go into the bathroom. Katniss is crouched down in the tub, running some water over herself. "Are you sure you're okay, do you need ice or any kind of medicine? What can I do?"

She smiles, "Nothing, Christian. Didn't Dr. Greene warn you I might have some spotting? I knew about it. I'm a little sore, but I'll be fine, really."

I put her bathing suit on the bathroom counter and grab a towel so she can dry herself off, handing it to her as she stands up. "Let me get you some ice then, we can order food so we can eat outside, rest and then go to the beach later. Pick out what you want from the menu by the bedside table."

She nods, "Do you want me to order for you too?"

"Sure, a veggie omelet, toast, and some cranberry juice. I'll be right back." I tell her as I walk back out into the bedroom and grab the shorts that I hastily discarded on the way into the bedroom. I take the ice bucket with me and a key and leave her to fill it. How could I have forgotten about the spotting with the shot? Such a stupid thing to be worried about when she's obviously not. I don't want her to be in pain that wasn't expected, though she was. I certainly wasn't prepared to be so frightened so quickly.

I get the ice which is just on the other side of the elevator. When I return, Katniss is on the phone, ordering our food and in her summery dress again. It doesn't look like she's in the bathing suit though. I go straight to the bathroom and grab a small towel, wrapping some ice into it. She's done by the time I come out again and sitting on the beige couch. I sit next to her, putting an arm behind her, on the pillows.

"Here, put this between your legs, it'll soothe you. I shouldn't have been such an animal, I should have let you rest more in-between our ….."

"Christian, really, I'm fine." She interrupts me. She takes the icepack and puts it at her center. She leaves it there and takes my hand. "Really, Christian, if I was really hurting, you would be the first to know. Yes, I'm sore, yes, I'm spotting, but I will be fine, really. Don't worry."

"But still, you were wincing when I pulled out. It's not more than just soreness?" I ask again.

She rolls her eyes at me, "Really, Christian, how would I not be super-sore down there with how many times we've gone at it in the past three days?"

Just then there's a knock at the door to let us know our food has arrived. I get up quickly, insisting that she rest. Katniss just rolls her eyes at me again and I feel my palm twitch. Her moist womanhood may not be the only thing sore tonight. I let the waiter in as he wheels in the trays of food and drinks. I point him towards the patio and he nods his blonde head, setting up everything outside.

"Anything else, sir?" He asks, he can't be over sixteen. It's good that he has a job already though.

"No, thank you." He nods his head again and leaves with the cart, our food waiting outside, covered for the time being.

I see Katniss remove the icepack and begin to get up. I rush over to her and take her hand. "Christian, I am not wounded! I can get up just fine."

"Just let me, please. It'll make me feel better." I insist as I hold her hand to the patio. She isn't limping or showing any signs of distress as she sits down. Katniss uncovers her food and a mug; she's gotten hot chocolate again. The breeze is light and warm, the scent of salt and water in the air. Katniss uncovers her plate and a stack of pancakes covered in blueberries awaits her with some bacon on the side. She tries her hot chocolate first.

"Is it as good?" I ask her before I put a little bit of jam on my toast.

She shakes her head. "It's tasty but not as good. Would you like to try some of my pancakes? I didn't realize short stack meant so many fluffy ones."

I laugh and nod. She stabs an entire one and puts it on my plate. I take a bite. "Mmmm, wow. I haven't had pancakes, let alone blueberry ones in a long time."

"Why not when Mrs. Jones will make whatever you ask for?" Katniss asks me as she digs in.

I shake my head. "I usually stick to lighter fare for breakfast. Omelets are pretty much an everyday thing for me. I may have to indulge though."

Katniss nods, her mouth full of the delectable breakfast item. Once she swallows, she asks, "But omelets can be pretty heavy if you put a lot of stuff in them."

"True, but I don't have meat in them, usually just vegetables." I answer and she nods again.

We continue eating and she gives me more of her pancake. It's just too much for her but I gladly help her finish it. When the actual food is done, we sit back and enjoy the view. The seagulls are swirling high, every once in awhile one dropping into the water, returning to the air with a fish in its mouth.

Katniss is the first to break the silence. "Can we go for a walk down there?"

"Of course. Let's just get some sunscreen on; I wouldn't want you to get burnt on our little trip here." I tell her, getting up and stretching. I can see she's watching me, even though she's facing the water.

She rises, finishing some water that they sent up with our food and heads back inside. She's looking through the bag for something. "Did you pack my sandals?"

I frown, "No, but there is a shop downstairs, we can get you some. I don't think I remembered mine either, just the shoes I had when we left. I do think a trip to the shop is definitely in order now."

We apply sunscreen to one another before heading downstairs. The lobby is full of people making their way either going out for breakfast or coming back in. There are only a few people in the small shop near the entrance. We both head straight for the wall of sandals. Katniss throws two pairs onto the floor, trying them on. I grab a pair of nice-looking leather ones and try them on. Perfect fit on the first try luckily. Katniss has different pairs on each foot, twisting her ankles to look at them. One set is brown while the other a shade of peach.

I laugh at her, "Are either of them comfortable?"

She looks up at me, "That's the problem, they both are. I just don't know which color I want."

"Get both, then you'll have a spare." I suggest.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Are you sure? I have some back at the apartment."

"Katniss, it's fine. We'll leave them down here until we come back." I tell her. She decides to wear the brown ones and we have the woman at the front desk hold the others while we're out.