Katniss couldn't wait to get home either. She was loving that Peeta was in such a playful, frisky mood tonight, and she knew that he was going to make her pay for that last smartass comment at the party.

When they got to Peeta's house, he unlocked the door for her and let her inside, then he followed her in. She heard the door click shut behind her, and when she turned back to face him, she saw Peeta, standing with his back against the door, with that look in his eyes... that dark, intense, smoldering look, combined with a twinkle of playfulness. He looked like he was about to pounce on her.

"I'm going to give you a three second head start, Everdeen." he said in a low voice, with a smirk on his face.

"Three, two-"

Katniss screamed with laughter and bolted to the living room.

"One!" he yelled, as he took off running behind her.

Katniss flew up the stairs, but Peeta was only two steps behind her.

She reached his bedroom, but in the split second it took for her to turn around and see where he was, she felt Peeta tackle her onto the bed, landing her on her back and sat on top of her, straddling her.

Katniss was howling with laughter.

"You like that?" he asked playfully. "You didn't think I could catch you, did you?"

"Pretty good, Mellark! Maybe you should try hunting with me sometime!" she said breathlessly.

"Only one thing I'm interested in catching, and that is my naughty fiancee who has a very dirty mouth."

"You love it." she teased.

"Never said I didn't." he retorted. "But you have been a bad girl all night and now I'm going to make you pay for it."

"Okay, okay, I surrender! I'm a bad girl!" she said, giggling, throwing him off of her and rolling their bodies over so now he was on his back and she was lying on top.

"So tell me," she purred into his ear. "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

She sucked on his earlobe for a moment, and then began trailing kisses down the side of his neck.

He had his hands up her dress, resting on her ass that he had spanked at the party.

"Hmmm..." Peeta thought about what to ask for. "Well, I do believe that you told me in that bathroom that you'd be sucking me off later."

"So that's what you want, is it?"

"Let's just say you can start with that." Peeta said in a very sultry voice.

"You drive a hard bargain." she said, as she slid herself down and started removing his pants and boxers.

He unbuttoned his shirt, whipped it off and threw it on the floor.

He lay back on the pillows and watched Katniss as she positioned herself between his legs, wrapped her hand around his hard dick and lowered her mouth onto it.

She heard him inhale deeply as she took his entire length into her mouth. She began by sucking him slowly, gently... teasing him with her tongue, getting him good and worked up.

He was sighing, breathing deeply. He had his hands in her hair, encouraging her to continue.

She began picking up the pace, sucking harder and faster. She reached down with her other hand and stroked his balls, and heard him moan in response.

"Oh, Katniss you are so good... mmmm..."

He moved his hips in rhythm to her sucking, like he just couldn't get enough of her mouth. Her tongue felt so hot, so wet, so fucking good on his sensitive skin.

She could tell he was getting close. She loved getting him all hot and bothered. There was nothing she enjoyed more than pleasuring Peeta. She wanted to tease him just a little bit more.

She started making little sighing, moaning noises of her own. She wanted to make it clear that she was enjoying servicing him. She knew that if he could tell she was getting excited, too, that it would push him right over the edge.

She was right.

He moaned loudly as he reached his release.

"Oh, God, Katniss! Aaah... ahhh. Yes!"

He spilled himself into her mouth, and she swallowed it down.

Peeta took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. "Wow..." was all he could say.

"Still think my mouth doesn't know when to stop?" she asked playfully.

"I don't ever want your mouth to stop doing that!" he replied, with a very satisfied smile on his lips.

He looked down at his love, who had a naughty grin on her face. He noticed that she was still wearing her party dress.

"Come up here, baby. Let's get you out of that dress." he told her.

Katniss crawled up the bed alongside him, then turned around, up on her knees, with her back towards him.

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" she asked.

He got up on his knees behind her, swept her long hair off to the side, and kissed the back of her neck. She was very sensitive there, and it gave her goosebumps.

He moved his hands to the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly slid it down. Then he gathered up the dress in both hands and carefully lifted it up over her head, tossing it to the floor.

He reached his arms around her waist and embraced her. She intertwined her fingers with his. She turned her head sideways and met his lips for a soft kiss.

"I love you, Peeta." she whispered.

"I love you too." he replied. "Come lie down and snuggle with me for a minute."

They both reclined backwards onto the bed, Peeta on his back, and Katniss on her side, with her arm and leg draped across his body, and her head resting on his shoulder.

They lay there quietly for a while, snuggled together, feeling each other's heartbeat. Peeta was softly caressing his hand up and down her back.

Katniss broke the silence.

"You know, I was really proud of you tonight." she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"When the mayor told you how impressed he was with your work. That's a big deal! I was so proud of you. You've worked so hard to make the bakery your own, you know? It's not your parents' thing anymore, it's yours. And you're really good at it!"

"Thank you," he said sweetly. "That means a lot to me."

She lifted her head, propped herself up on her elbow, and looked at him, just inches from her own face.

"You're really good at a lot of things." she whispered, with a smile on her lips.

She leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, then deeper. Her tongue swept across his lip and he opened his mouth for her. They playfully made out for a long time. Then she felt Peeta's hands on her hips. He gently shifted her body over so she was lying on top of him, straddling his body.

Judging from the feel of things, it appeared that Peeta was already ready for a little more action.

He reached his hand down between her legs and started stroking her with his fingers. She was already pretty warmed up from their makeout session, so it wasn't long before she was very wet and very hot for him.

Without needing to say a word, she positioned herself above his hips and eased herself down, sliding his hard member inside of her.

Peeta looked up at her, sitting on top of him. He wanted to touch her everywhere. He moved his hands up her thighs, up her sides, caressed her breasts.

She leaned forward, and he wrapped his arms around her, then slid his hands down so he was holding onto her hips. They began moving together, slowly at first, then picking up the pace until they were both panting and moaning.

Peeta looked up at her. Her hair was falling down in loose waves towards his face. Her eyes were dark and intense, her cheeks were flushed pink, and she was clearly enjoying the ride.

"Damn, Katniss, you look so fucking hot right now..." he panted.

She looked down at him and smiled. His blond locks were a sexy mess. His eyes... God, she could get lost in those deep blue bedroom eyes.

"Make me come, Peeta." she said breathlessly.

He held onto her hips tighter, and started pulling her down, meeting his thrusts, a little harder, a little faster. He felt her body tensing up, and saw her eyes close tightly.

"That's it, Peeta... don't stop..." she moaned.

She rode him a little harder, and then suddenly her orgasm crashed over her as she gasped for breath and moaned his name.

Peeta could no longer hold back his own release after that, and his body shook with a powerful orgasm, as he came into her.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He hated to go to sleep because he didn't want to miss a moment of this bliss with her, but he really did need to. He had a feeling it was going to be a busy day at the bakery tomorrow.

They reluctantly separated themselves from each other, got cleaned up, and then returned to the bed.

"Hold me Peeta?" she asked.

He spooned himself around her and kissed her cheek.

"I love you," she said dreamily.

"Me too," he whispered back.

Katniss had no nightmares that night, only blissful dreams of Peeta.