KPOV

I wasn't surprised that Christian wanted to sleep in front of the big window; he seems to know beauty pretty well. While he pulls all of the big pillows off of the couches and pulls the blankets from the bed, I change into one of my new chemises. I grab the bottle of wine that Mrs. Jones packed for us as well as the leftover chocolate cake. We didn't bother with dessert at the restaurant.

He's just putting the regular sleeping pillows, all eight of them, on our make shift bed when I walk over to him. Christian looks up at me and smiles. He reaches up to take the bottle out of my hand and helps me settle down. "Very nice, this will all go well to end the night."

"I figured as much." I agree as I open the container with the cake. I breathe in the luscious smell of the chocolate and my mouth starts to water. "Mrs. Jones really knows how to make a cake."

Christian grabs it from me, spearing a piece with a fork. He holds it up in front of my mouth and I take the first bite. I can't help but moan from its deliciousness. I mean really, she knows how to make a chocolate cake. Christian smiles at me and comments, "That good, huh?"

I just nod, savoring the flavor as he takes a bite. He nods, enjoying it, but I can tell that he doesn't like it as much as I do. We finish off the cake within minutes and then Christian gets up to open the bottle. Once he's done with that, I notice he doesn't bring back any glasses with him.

"Are we drinking straight from the bottle?" I ask, taking in that he has that devilish glint in his eye and that sexy crooked smile.

He just shakes his bronze head, "Nope, you're going to be my glass."

"Umm, what?" This is something new; though pretty much everything I've done with him so far is.

"Take off your nightie there and lay back. You have to stay as still as possible, otherwise you'll make everything sticky." His words make me worried and excited at the same time. I strip off everything just to make it easier and he just laughs. "Anticipating something else?"

"With you? Always." I answer him as I lay myself back flat. He laughs again and then remembers something, as he gets up and goes to the bedroom. He comes back with his grey tie. Well, I guess I'm not the only thing getting used a lot on this trip. I'm glad he brought it though.

"Lift your head, Katniss." I do as I'm told and he quickly makes a knot around my eyes. I can feel the slight rush of air as he waves his hand in front of my face. "Remember, keep still."

I feel my body tighten up as I wait for whatever he's going to do with that wine. Christian trails his fingers from my collarbone to between my breasts and down to my flat belly. Then I feel the liquid being poured into my bellybutton. I squeal and buck a little, earning a pinch on my nipple.

"Oww!" I exclaim, even though I know I should be still.

"I told you to stay still, Katniss." He runs his hands down the same path and since I know what he's going to do this time, I stay put when the wine does into my shallow little indent. Then I feel his tongue and there's nothing I can do to stop the laughter that follows. I feel Christian pull back immediately and he undoes the tie quickly. "You're ticklish there?"

I have to really try and calm my breathing from my fit of giggles before I answer, "No one's ever licked me there, how was I supposed to know?"

"Well, there goes that idea." He says as he takes a swig straight from the bottle.

I giggle again, "Sorry, you would have been better off eating the cake off of me."

He shakes his head, but he's smiling, "Dammit! Why didn't I think of that?"

I giggle again but sit up and wrap my arms around him. "Doesn't mean you can't lick other places you know?"

"Why Mockingjay, I do believe you are trying to tempt me with your womanly ways." He says in this weird accent that I've never really heard.

I get up on my knees and bat my eyelashes at him, "Why, sir, I do believe you're correct."

He has set up the room so that the only light that is on if coming from the small lamp in the entryway, so it falls gently on us, illuminating all the right parts. Any other light comes from the moon outside. He leans forward and gives me a gentle kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck.

Christian leans me back onto the makeshift bed and continues to kiss me. Nothing more but hands running over each other's skin, feeling each other in a different, unrushed way. When he makes to leave my lips, I whimper out, "No, just kiss me please."

He obliges willingly and for the next half hour all we do is kiss each other and stare into each other's eyes. What is it about him that makes me feel so good about….everything? Even with his ex being all stalker-like, I don't feel like she has touched this part of us. This part that can only be us anyway; loving on each other after so few days of knowing one another. To think that I would have still been at home in District 12, moping my life away instead of experiencing this right now with this wonderful man.