When she woke from her nap, it was late afternoon, and the sun was streaming in the bedroom window. She was confused for a moment, until she looked around and remembered that she was in Peeta's bed. As she yawned and stretched, the slight soreness between her legs reminded her of what they'd done in that bed just a couple of hours ago. She smiled to herself, still basking in her bliss from before. She didn't really want to get out of his bed, but she figured she probably should. Peeta would be finishing up in the bakery in just a couple of hours, and she had some things that she wanted to get done at her house before he came over for the night. Besides, she knew that she could use another shower. She gathered up her clothes, got dressed and headed next door to her own house.

When they had been given their choice of houses in the Victor's Village after winning the Games, Katniss said she wanted whichever house was closest to the woods, because that was where she felt at home, where she belonged. Peeta naturally said he wanted whichever house was closest to hers. So, she had chosen a house that was tucked up close to the treeline and surrounded on three sides by woods. She had plenty of privacy, and lots of trees around her. It felt quiet and serene, and she liked that. Peeta lived right next door, which was just a very short walk. Haymitch lived down the street. He preferred solitude over socializing, so they didn't see him very often.

Katniss' house had a big bedroom upstairs just like Peeta's did, which was supposed to be the master bedroom. When she first moved in, she had used the upstairs bedroom, but she quickly realized that being up near the treetops where she could hear the mockingjays singing every morning, reminded her of her friend Rue, who had been killed during the Hunger Games and it made her sad. So, she moved down to the first floor bedroom, and that seemed like a better fit for her.

When she got home from Peeta's, she first took a shower, and then decided to change the sheets on her bed and freshen up her bedroom a little before he came over after work. The afternoon was gorgeous, so she opened all the windows in her house to let in the slight breeze.

Sometimes when her windows were open like this, she could smell the delicious scents of fresh baked breads and cakes coming from Peeta's bakery next door, and it always made her hungry. Right now, she was more hungry for the baker than the bread.

By the time Peeta finished up his work and got to her house, it was getting to be early evening, and the sky was just starting to get dusky.

"I brought you something," he told her as he greeted her with a hug and a kiss.

He handed her a box from his bakery. Inside it was a small cake, just big enough for the two of them to share for dessert. It was chocolate- her favorite- frosted with white buttercream and covered in pastel wildflowers that he had formed by hand out of white chocolate. This was the kind of work he usually did for very special occasions, like wedding cakes.

"It's to celebrate the first day of our new relationship," he explained.

"Oh, Peeta, it's so beautiful, I don't even want to eat it!"

He laughed at her. "Don't be silly! It's only chocolate, of course you should eat it! It's not like you're destroying a priceless work of art!"

Well, to her it was priceless. She didn't know what she had ever done to deserve someone as amazing and thoughtful as Peeta, but she realized now just how lucky she was.

She also took great satisfaction in knowing that their love was, in a way, an act of defiance against the government. President Snow had basically forced them to get engaged during the victory tour, as what he thought would be a punishment for their little "star crossed lovers" charade during the games and the stunt they pulled with the nightlock berries, but as it turned out, the joke was on him. She would be more than happy to become Mrs. Mellark.

"Well then," she said, "How about we sit down to dinner, before I start eating this cake right now?", and she led him into the dining room where she had dinner waiting.

They enjoyed a nice, relaxed dinner together, followed by the cake, which was decadent.

"I don't know how you do it, Peeta. Everything you make tastes so good!"

"Thank you," he replied. "But now that you've had your special dessert, I think I am craving my dessert..."

"Oh?" she asked, feigning innocence, as she sat down on his lap. "And what might that be?"

"What I really want to taste right now... is you." he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.

"Hmmm," she purred. "That dessert will be served in my bedroom..."

She slid off of his lap and took his hand, leading him to her room.