Hey guys so I just wanted to ask for your feedback on this one, maybe make it longer, shorter, ehh..? Sexier...? Ya never know.

Also, I just wanted to let y'all know that maybe puttin them on the train wasn't such a good idea, seein how all of my future chapters take place in the victors village. So, jus warnin, if I skip ahead to post-mockingjay don't be surprised. What I'm wonderin is if you guys would prefer that...? Following Catching Fire doesn't seem like the easiest or most creative thing in the world, so ya.

Lemme know, and read on!

Chapter Five

Unfulfilled teases

"Cinna, I need a favor," I started, settling myself down one the pale leather couch in his room.

We had arrived in district two, our tour going by faster and faster now that I had conquered seeing Rue's family and the apparent uprising in District Eight. I knew that I'd caused it, I just knew it. But I knew Gale would be proud of me. That is, if he found out about the uprising.

The mayor of the district offered to let us stay the night there, and attend a party later on that evening to meet some of the producers that helped film the Games. It was a horrifying idea, and I was about to beg for my life to the only person who had control over that, or maybe Haymitch if Cinna hotel that we were staying in was huge, and I almost got lost venturing to Cinna's room from mine.

"First, I'd like your opinion on this, and you should like it because you designed it," he said with a wink. He then held up a long black gown, ruffling out towards the bottom and strapless on top and a simple shiny belt hooking around the front with a bow. It was elegant and marvelous and he was going to make me wear it.

"It's beautiful...why did you make it?" I wonder, hoping that I wouldn't get the answer I knew was coming.

"You're gonna wear it tonight Katniss, oh and you'll love Peeta's! It matches but still I added some pretty unique tweaks to it," he smiled, turning it around on the hanger so that I could admire the dress from a different angle.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," I started. He turned and put the hanger back in his closet, sliding the door/mirror closed.

"About what? You're dress? I doubt you came all the way out of your precious confinement to talk about clothing with me," he crossed his arms and stood dubiously in front of me. "You wanna see Peeta's?" he offered. I shook my head.

"I'll see it tonight I guess."

He sighed, "so why did you really come in here?"

"I wanted to ask you...," I trailed off, finding my courage. My words came out in a haste, doubt heavy, "can you please excuse me and Peeta from the party tonight!" I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for my no.

"Katniss the mayor is throwing this party for you! The only thing that would happen from you not attending is that you piss of President Snow. You know how that ends," he grumbled, laying back on his grand bed, the sheets woven together with golden thread. It wasn't like my room, the color scheme was aqua blue and light gray, but the carpets in both rooms were milky white. When I think about it, this is the first time I'd ever seen Cinna relax. It was odd.

"But tonight...Peeta and I...we needed some alone time," I explained, hoping I wouldn't have to continue further. Peeta was tired of biting his lips, and quite frankly I was too. When we make love, I want us to be able to let loose, show each other what all we have to offer, not bite our lips and hope that the rest of the train doesn't hear us moaning.

Realizing struck his features and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples.

"Now's not the best time to fall in love with Peeta," he murmured. I groaned.

"How am I supposed to help that! It's like you said, I've been in love with him my entire life." Cinna sat up and placed his elbows on his knees, looking at me, studying me, scrutinizing me. Normally I would've gotten self conscious, but this was Cinna, the first man to ever see me naked. And he's seen it a thousand times. It wasn't like when Peeta looks at me...with firey blue eyes and screaming passion...

After what seems like an eternity of silence he finally speaks. "Fine. You may leave the party a few hours early, complain of stomach cramps or something," he suggests. I nod, glad to have him suggest an excuse so that I wouldn't have too. "Do you have any protection?" he asked. I thought about it. No, we hadn't used protection. Oh god! How stupid could we have been!

He saw the fear in my eyes and sighed, standing and reaching around in his suitcase underneath his bed. He held up a small black square between his middle finger and his index finger. I took it gratefully and hugged him before turning towards the door.

"Take your dress," he says, "be ready in an hour, and tell Peeta to come get his suit," he instructs. I nod, draping the scary black dress over my arm. I know I would probably put it on wrong and Cinna would have to fix it for me.

"Are you doing my makeup too?" I wonder, just making sure. He nods.

"In an hour. Be ready."

"You're trying to kill me," Peeta murmurs as I step into the room, my room. I had dressed in the bathroom, force of habit, and left him waiting on the bed.

"How so?" I ask, looking down. Sure, the dress is beautiful, but me?

"Look at yourself!" he stands and gets behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and guiding me towards my mirrored closet door. "You're stunning," he whispers, resting his chin on the top of my head as he looks at me in the mirror. I sigh and turn to face him, unable to look at my simple-self anymore.

"I'm too scarred," I tell him.

"So am I. I don't have half my leg Katniss, you don't call that scarred?" he questions, gesturing to his fake leg which was covered with Cinnas brilliant suit. It was black all over, but the vest underneath was shiny black, a silver chain hung from his pocket over the left part of his chest in his vest and connected to his back, where magenta designs were beautifully interwoven in a way only Cinna could make. The tie was the same color; magenta.

I shook my head, he'd misunderstood. "I meant emotionally."

"Katniss...," he started. I stopped him though, knowing that I would lose this argument. He wrapped his arms around me and sighed, looking into my eyes as if there was something to see. I locked my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his, as if to tease myself, to tell myself that I couldn't have him now. I would have him later though.

He moaned.

I reached inside my bra and pulled out the condom Cinna had given me, hoping that it didn't look to bad from Peetas point of view. I had rehearsed this a million times in the bathroom, because seducing a man wasn't exactly my strong point. Though I never really had to seduce Peeta, he loved me and we both had equal views on what we wanted.

"God Katniss, you're really trying to kill me," he growled, pushing me up against the wall a little too roughly and kissing me once more, trailing heated kisses down my neck and to my collarbone. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair, his incredibly soft hair.

Knocking at the door.

Peeta sighed and pulled away, easily though, so he still wasn't aroused. Or at lease he hadn't let himself get that way. Before Peeta could get the door Cinna came in holding up a huge bag of what I guessed was my accessories and makeup.

Pretty Katniss in a bag.

I set the condom on the desk next to my bed and sighed to Cinna.

"Shall we get this over with my darling?" he suggested, waving me over the the couch.

I always wondered why, where ever we went, all of the eyes would be trained on me. Why wouldn't they be on Peeta? Why me? Why was I the girl on fire, while Peeta was the boy with the bread? Maybe it's because I had nothing when I entered the games, and Cinna had to give me something, had to give me an identity. Fire. That was who I was. Peeta was the kind one, the generous one, the one who went into the games knowing who he was and who he wanted to die as. He was simply Peeta.

"Hello, Katniss." The mayor interrupted my thinking. I looked up and gave him the best smile I could, but there was no truth in it. Thankfully though, he hadn't noticed.

"Hello, are you enjoying the party?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

"Absolutely, I threw it didn't I?" He laughed. "The question is, are you?"

I nodded, "of course, very fine." I answered, another fake smile.

"I hope it's to your liking. I hear you're much harder to please than your partner," he winked and turned, leaving a gaping hole in my face that was my mouth. Did I really come off as that stale and monotonic?

I turned and rested my gaze on the colorful fruit spread out on the table.

"May I have this dance?" I nodded and took his hand.

"Do you think I'm...hard?" I wondered, not noticing the swift movement of his feet and the way he led me around the dance floor. Like a pro. But of course, Peeta has to be good at dancing. He's gentle, thoughtful.

"Meaning?" he questioned, dipping me unexpectedly. I breathed heavily once he brought me upright, chuckling.

"I mean, do think I look like I'm hard to please?" I didn't know how to phrase it right, and I hoped he wouldn't take it a different way.

"You mean...in bed...or...," he was lost. I sighed.

"Just in general. The mayor basically told me that he didn't want to displease me, he thought this party wouldn't be good enough. Do I come off as that type?" I asked. "I know, if there's one thing I know about myself, that I'm not picky or snooty." I concluded, wondering how the mayor got it in his head that I would be harder to please than Peeta. Maybe because Peetas the polite one.

"No, I think you're pretty well-mannered. But it's hard to get in your head, and sometimes you come off like you would rather be anywhere else then where you are," he shrugged.

"But I usually do! It's like they expect us to like this stupid tour," I muttered, looking down at our feet, which had stopped moving. He lifted my chin up with his finger, his eyes smoldering into mine.

"We're in this together okay?" I nodded, smiling slightly, the first real time I've smiled since we'd first made love, with was nearly a month ago. Since then we'd only made love once more, and being together longer, becoming more familiar with each others bodies...well it made me want. I don't know if he had the same intentions for tonight, but he knows we're leaving early. He's smart enough to figure it out, and he goes willingly, I'll know that I'm not the only one craving passion. I wanted him. I needed him. It wasn't his body, it was his love, and I missed how he would show it to me so dearly.

"You ready to keep dancing?" he laughed, holding my hand and my waste, waiting for me to come back into reality.

"I love you, do you know that?" I told him, hugging him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Of course, I love you too," he answered back, confused, but definitely not opposed to public displays of affection.

I sighed, and we began dancing again, his gentle arms encasing me, rocking me slowly back and force. It wasn't until I was shaken that I realized how tired I was, I had nearly dosed off.

"Cinna, I think Katniss is about to die on her feet," I cringed and rubbed my eyes, suddenly remembering the makeup. Oh well, it sounds like Peeta is taking us away anyway. How long has it been since we've been here? Two hours? I heard his voice speaking above me as my ear was pressed against his chest. I was only slightly tired, but acting exhausted to enforce our excuse. "I think it's time for us to retire for the night," he concluded. I heard several farewells and Peeta turned me towards the exit to the lobby, where we'd escape up to our room. We were nearly out until we were stopped.

"Leaving so soon?" I groaned to myself. Damn that mayor. "I haven't yet gotten the chance to dance with that pretty lady you're hurrying away!" he chuckled. Peeta laughed respectfully.

"I barely have either, but I'm sure we can arrange something for you before we head to district one." I looked up at Peeta, a damn good smile on his face. The mayor had no chance but to melt around his wishes, and nod before turning to leave.

After that interruption we made it out clearly.

"Please tell me you're not really exhausted?" he pleaded, stroking my face with his fingertips as the elevator doors closed. I sighed and looked up at him. He laughed. "You've ruined your makeup." I groaned and rubbed my eyes, giving up on my attempt knowing I'd only made it worse.

"I guess I am, but I'm counting on you to wake me up," I say.

I knew Peeta was masturbating, and I didn't know what to think of it as I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I guess I thought it to be sexy and beautiful, but since I'd never really experienced it myself, I can't really be so empathetic.

My eyes were rimmed in black and looked terrible. Why do I have to put this stuff on my face to be beautiful? What's wrong with natural?

I used a warm wash cloth to wipe it off, leaving me with red rimmed eyes. Oh well, Peeta will still love me. He'll still make love to me all night...but how will he do that if he brings himself only that much closer to his release already? While I'm not even in there, I'm in here, away from him. Butterflies shot through my stomach, and I flicked the light switch off, hurrying into the room where I knew he was.

And he was. He was moving, his pants pulled down to his ankles, his vest unbuttoned and spread open, but his shirt still on. His hand wasn't violently pumping his length like I'd expected him to be doing; he was rubbing, softly, slowly, gently. Oh, he was gentle. He was caressing himself, pleasuring timidly, no rush at. I made my presence clear and inhaled, moving closer. He did nothing but simply look up at me, give me soft smile, and continue pleasuring himself. It made me feel good to be able to watch him, to hear his soft pants, watch the way his skilled hands worked.

"Would you like to help?" he whispered, looking up at me. I lay down next to him, sliding my fingers across his chest and dragging him into a deep, passionate kiss.

"You mean...with that?" I clarified, gesturing down. He nodded, smiling lovingly.

"Okay..." I looked down to study, to memorize. "What feels good for you?" I asked, knowing I could never pull off what he was doing.

"Well, first Katniss, it would help if you would take your clothes off...," he asked, the innocent look in his eyes not pleading of lust, but love. I smiled and nodded, kissing him again, moaning into it. He moaned in response, and I knew, I just knew, he had tightened his fingers for just a moment, because that was a moan of pleasure.

I slid the straps off my shoulders and shimmied the dress down the length of my body, Peeta squeezing his eyes shut and releasing a strained groan as I revealed more. I loved knowing that I could pleasure the man I loved this way, simply showing myself to him made him want to scream. And he could.

"Peeta...we're alone and off the train...you can moan...," I urged, needing the stimulation. He nodded, pleasure written all over his face.

"I think," his breathing hitched, "I think I'm gonna come," he whispered, using his free hand to bring me in for another kiss.

"Don't," I placed my hand on his moving one, his erection hot beneath our fingers. Hot and throbbing with pleasure and rushing blood. He was breathing heavily, fighting the urge to whimper.

I stroked his face, and it was only then that I noticed a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.

"Don't come yet, I want you to do that inside me." He leaned his head back and closed his yes, whispering unintelligible words underneath his breath. I climbed on top of him, something I've never done before, and he shot me a look, the same look I must have on my face. I planned on undressing him slowly, teasingly, but I needed him, now.

He moved his hands and I grasped him, about ready to become one.

"Wait," he cautioned, reaching over and snatching the condom of the table, fumbling around with the wrapper before finally giving up and using his teeth to open it.

"No...," I didn't know what I was doing. "We don't need it," I told him. He looked confused.

"Only the women in the capitol use birth control Katniss, without a condom we could-," I silenced him with a kiss, tangling my fingers in his damp golden hair, sliding his length into me, only releasing his lips to cry out suddenly. I hadn't expected it to hurt that much. He gasped.

"Oh Katniss," he breathed. Still, he didn't know my cries of pain weren't of pleasure. That's something he didn't need to know.

He was still propped up on his elbows, his hands gripping the sheets for dear life. My hands still tangled in his hair, my face hiding in his neck while I fought back tears.

"Katniss!" he exclaimed. I pulled back to look at him, my turn to be confused. He was looked between my legs, wide eyed.

"What is it Peeta?" I murmured, starting to feel self conscious.

"You...you're...I think...I think that's blood," he whispered. I gently touched where he'd entered me and felt a damp wetness. Expecting dripping wet blood on my fingers, I pulled them back up and there was nothing but wetness. It was me, it was just my arousal. Peeta had never felt that before...I had never been this aroused before.

"No Peeta, you get hard as I get wet, that's not blood, it's how my body tells me that I need you," I told him, beyond relief overcoming me. And I kissed him urgently, taking his lips up in mine and whimpering as he pulled back, thrusting in with urgency. He groaned, and his pleasure blocked the pain for me. Then again, he repeated the in and out movement, and with every thrust, my cries of pain subsided into cries of pleasure.

Thunder cracked outside and I began moving on top of him, my fingernails scraping to yank open the buttons of his shirt as he sighed my name. Finally I had him completely naked, and there was more thunder, the violent shattering of raindrops against the windows and roof very soothing. The shadow of water dripping down the windows shined on Peetas glistening body, brightened by the moonlight. I couldn't help but think it was the most beautiful thing in the world, and know that he was probably thinking the same thing too.

"I love you Peeta," I whisper. "You feel so good inside me," and I whimper his name once more, falling forward and pressing my lips against the hollow of his throat. He whimpered with me, something I've never heard before. He completely let himself go and cried out over and over again, my name, how tight I was, how much he loved me too.

I was starting to get sore, in this position, so I dismounted him and gestured for him to get on top. And he did, sliding inside me gently.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, thrusting and kissing the scars on my face and my shoulders, my neck, and my breasts.

"Peeta, what's it like," I breathed, both of us have reached a trembling state, pleasure and passion hot and fiery burning in our hearts and souls.

"It's like a time bomb, every amazing moment bringing us closer," he started kissing my neck and thrusting faster, "and closer to our release." He whimpered my name and I knew. He was nearing his release. He whimpered again, and I held him tighter, pushing him back and into our previous position. I took control, ready to show him the most pleasurable thing on earth.

"Faster," I pleaded, knowing that would help. He dug his nails into my thighs and thrust up into me faster and I moved on him, my hands on either side of his head, my lips on his. "Faster Peeta, harder," I groaned, over exaggerated the pleasured sounds of my own. But god, it felt so amazing to feel him move so desperately inside of me, and he stiffened up, nothing moving but his lips and the way he moved inside of me.

His breathing sped up and he suddenly pulled back.

"I'm coming Katniss!" he cried, screaming thereafter. I watched as he slowed his movements, his screams fading into small whimpers. I had never heard anything so amazing in my entire life.

He was left panting, his eyes drooping shut. "I love you," he whispered, and then he was asleep. Wow, I sighed, sliding off of his flaccid penis, just looking at his face. I kissed him tenderly, reaching down to masturbate for the first time ever, seeing as I never reached my own physical peak.

"I love you too," I whispered.