Hey, here's a quick update! I'm home from school today so I have time to write! Yay for all!

Okay, enjoy this suspenseful chapter…Oh and this is still continuing from the last chapter's scene.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, this story would not be for free. Just sayin'.

KATNISS POV

Okay, don't be nervous. You're just about to give up your innocence to the guy you're in love with for the first time. No need to be nervous.

Oh, who am I kidding? How do I get a guy to want to do it with me? Do I just straight out ask him, or do I hint at it? Peeta did say he wanted me, but how do I tell him I'm ready?

I guess I'll just have to wing it, I think as Peeta and I get ready for bed. I had asked him to stay with me tonight again, and right now he's washing up in the shower. He already went to his house to get his clothes and whatever guys need.

As he's in the bathroom, I inspect my drawer. I look for something attractive to wear and decide on a black, lacy night dress that Cinna gave me, but I never used. It's low cut, and hugs me at the waist.

When I slip the smooth fabric on, it reaches to just above my knees, showing off my skinny legs. I sigh, wondering what Peeta could be turned on by.

Then, I go for my hair, unloosing the braid. My hair falls in waves down my shoulders and back. Should I leave it out, or tie it up? Since there's no mirror in the bedroom, I go to the bathroom down the hall, (Peeta is in the bathroom in my room) and inspect myself in the mirror.

The girl I see cannot be me. I don't recognize myself, except for the face. The girl in the mirror looks nervous, and unsure, like she doesn't feel comfortable in these clothes. It's exactly how I'm feeling right now.

Besides the face, the girl's body is sort of impressive. The black fabric highlights the slight curves she has, and makes her legs look long. I'm now thankful that I'm wearing the fancy Capital bra because it makes my chest look a little bit perkier.

I decide that I'll leave my hair out, because it can cover my face when I become embarrassed. I've shown a lot of skin to Peeta before, but that was in a whole different situation, when our lives were on the line.

Now, though, I'm letting a guy explore me. And not just any guy. Peeta. And I completely trust him. So then why am I so nervous?

Probably since I have no idea what I'm doing.

I go back down the hallway to my bedroom. I open the door, and stick my head in, to find Peeta, sitting on the bed, a thoughtful look on his face. He's already dressed in a blue t shirt and sweatpants. When he looks up, he seems to snap out of some daze he was in.

I hope he wasn't having second thoughts again about being with me. This gives me even more determination to prove myself to him.

I walk into the room and close the door. Peeta's eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly. After a minute, he says, "Katniss?" as if he's not sure it's really me.

I smile at him, with what I hope is a seductive smile. I can't tell much from Peeta's awed face, though. He just stands up slowly, his hand rising as if he wants to reach me.

Then he says, "Why are you wearing that?"

Suddenly nervous again, I say, "You don't like it?"

He looks alarmed, and quickly reassures me, "No, no. I don't mean that. What I mean is…well you usually don't wear that sort of thing." He sees me start to frown, and he quickly adds, "But, you look nice. I mean, really nice. More than that, actually. You're beautiful, Katniss."

I look Peeta in the eye. He looks back at me, gaze unwavering. I look away nervous. Okay, I'm supposed to be more confident. Nervous is unattractive. When I look back at Peeta, I notice him checking me out. His eyes roam from my toes, and when they reach my eyes, his face immediately reddens. He looks away, clenching his fist. "Sorry," he says quietly.

"Nothing to be sorry for," I say. Then, because I know I'm delaying the inevitable, I walk up to Peeta and take his hand. "Let's get into the bed." At those words, his face reddens even more.

I pull him on the bed and we go under the sheets. I notice Peeta is not touching me, and he's staring at the ceiling. "Peeta?" I ask. "Are you okay?"

He turns to me, and smiles. "Yeah, I'm good. Better than good, I'm great." He rolls onto his side and drapes an over me. "I can stay here and look at you forever."

Peeta's eyes turn slightly darker again, and I know this is my chance. So taking a deep breath, I roll over so I'm on top of Peeta, straddling his hips. "Katniss-" Peeta starts to say, but he doesn't get to finish because my lips are on his.

Peeta hesitates before kissing me back. When he does, it's slow at first, but then our kiss deepens and becomes more intense.

I feel something hard pressing against my inner thigh, and realize it's Peeta's manhood. The thought that I could make him so excited is thrilling.

Peeta's tongue licks my bottom lip, and my tongue joins his knowing what he wants. Peeta's hand buries itself in my hair while his other hand clutches the fabric at the small of my back. One of my hands roam across Peeta's chest and the other is locked in his blonde curls. When my lips nibble his bottom lip, he moans through the kiss.

Maybe this whole seduction thing won't be so hard, I think.

When my mouth starts to wander down Peeta's neck, he holds me closer to him, his hips starting to raise forward.

I decide that there's too much clothing between us, and reach down to grab the edge of Peeta's shirt. I sit up, so I could take it off, but before I get to, Peeta stops me.

He's breathing hard, and so am I. "You don't want to?" I pant.

He looks at me shocked. "Katniss, I do, but…we can't."

PEETA POV

Katniss just stares at me, and I want to punch myself. How can I turn down this sexy, beautiful girl on top of me? My hormones seem to battle with the rational part of my mind, and if Katniss doesn't get off me, I'm pretty sure the hormones are going to win.

So, with great reluctance, I gently push Katniss off of me and sit up. I take her hand. "Why this, all of a sudden? I thought you weren't ready."

Katniss, embarrassed, looks down, and her hair covers her face from me. I bring my hand up to brush it behind her ear, put she pushes my hand away. "I thought you wanted it." She whispers.

I take a deep breath. "Katniss, you don't know how hard it is for me to not grab you and kiss you and…well anyway, it's extremely hard for me right now, but it's not right."

Confused, Katniss looks up. "But earlier-"

"Earlier, I allowed myself a moment of weakness." I interrupt. "I didn't think you would change your mind so quickly. And besides, we're not even married yet. What would your mother say?"

She laughs sarcastically. "I'm so stupid. I thought that if I did this, you would never doubt my feelings for you again. I love you, Peeta, okay?" She looks me straight in the eyes as she says this.

Looking at Katniss, I can feel the love she has for me just by her eyes. I know she loves me. It does feel like I'm dreaming sometimes and one day I'll wake up from it, but I know this girl-woman-loves me as much as I love her.

I touch Katniss' cheek. "I know," I smile at her. Then I remember something. "Oh, and Katniss? You don't have to dress up and kiss me just to prove it to me. I'm sorry I made you do all this. And you're not stupid." I can't believe it. Katniss isn't the type.

Katniss nods, "You're right. I just wanted to show you how I felt, I guess." She pauses. Then she adds, "Well, at least I can tell you enjoyed it. She gestures to my pants, where the little tent at the front is too stubborn to go down.

I laugh, covering my manhood up with the sheets. "Well, you know someone enjoyed it. But anyway, yes. It was a whole new experience for me that I would like to experience again one day."

"So, would you like one more good experience? Just for the night?" asks Katniss. I look at her, all innocent, not knowing how she gives me knots in my stomach when she looks at me like that.

"Sure, why not." I say. I'm pretty sure I won't lose control.

"Will your little member be able to handle it?" she giggles. I laugh because it is so unlike Katniss.

"I think it's strong enough." Emphasis on I think.

Katniss leans toward me, and her lips cover mine. We quickly become intense, so I pull away first. Katniss frowns, until I kiss her on the forehead. "I think that's all I'll be able to handle for now." I say.

Katniss smiles and snuggles underneath the sheets. I lie down beside her putting my arms around her, so we're spooning. I try to ignore the hardness in my pants and concentrate on Katniss' breath, getting slower as she drifts off.

"Sweet dreams, Katniss." I whisper.

Okay I'm feeling insecure about this chapter now. It doesn't seem that good when I read it back to myself. Sigh, let's see what you all think.

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