I had given up thinking about how wrong it was to feel so good with him. I had given up thinking about how I should have ended it before it began. And I had given up thinking that I could just give him up so easily.

I told him to not call me again, ever again. I needed to figure out if I could save what I had with Gale. I needed to figure out if I could put what happened between us for those four wonderful months behind me. Deep down I knew it wouldn't work that way. Deep down, I knew who my heart had belonged to. Deep down, I knew Gale wasn't the one for me. But I had to give it a shot, right? I had to try and fix what was broken between us, right?

Except I came to find that we weren't broken, we were just never the right pieces for each other. We didn't fit as well as I had thought we did when we first met. I thought that my moodiness and general lack of people tolerance was just a me thing, but he was the same way. He could be around people, but didn't really engage. We spent most of our first few dates just around one another, getting to know how similar we were.

Turns out, where I had changed, he hadn't. I guess that's what happens when you decide that the first person who notices you is the one you should be with. How was I supposed to know that there had been someone else who had noticed me before that if he had never said anything? So, I broke my affair with Peeta off, to try and figure out if I could work things out. That was a mistake; something I was willing to admit to him as I waited on his front doorsteps three months after I told him not to call me.

When I saw his blue Accord pull up, I stood up, wiping the non-existent dirt off the back of my pants. I watched as he realized I was there, watched him as he got out of the car, almost so slowly, I thought he was doing it on purpose. I gave him a little wave, nervous after all this time, after all the things we had done together, to one another. I was nervous. I don't even remember being that nervous when we first got naked together, it just happened and it worked. Well. It worked really well.

He stopped at the bottom of his stairs, looking up at me, his blue eyes weary and rightfully so after what had happened the last time. His voice sounded rough, as though he hadn't used it in a while; which made no sense when he worked at the bakery and served and talked to customers all day long. Or maybe he just sounded tired when he asked, "What are you doing here?"

I gave him a small smile, why was I so nervous, we saw each other in positions I had never done with Gale. I took a deep breath, "I left him. I couldn't stand not being with you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was always you, Peeta."

If he had been mad at me for just showing up, then he said nothing, he just came up the stairs, not quickly, but not slowly either and pulled me into the tightest hug I had ever been given. Talking into my hair, he told me, "Don't ever leave me again, Katniss, don't."

I shook my head against him, "I won't, I promise, I won't."

I felt his head nod against my neck and drew in a deep breath of him as he pulled away to open his door and let me in. My skin rose at the feel of his hand at the small of my back, leading me in, though I had been there dozens of times before. He threw his keys onto the small table by the door and turned to get my purse, set it down next to them.

"Thanks." My voice sounded so small to my own ears. Why was I so nervous? I had been with him in the most intimate of ways not that long ago. He had seen me at my most vulnerable. He had turned me into a boneless woman more times than I could count. Before I could say anything more, I felt him behind me, hands wrapping around my middle, tightening as his head came to rest on my shoulder.

"I missed you. More than I thought I would, more than I should have, knowing what we were." He admitted before I could tell him how wrong I was to have said goodbye. "I knew what we were and yet I was so mad when you left."

I turned in his arms, looking into those ocean blue eyes that were shining with tears, almost breaking myself. Instead, I unloaded everything right there. "I know and you had every right to be mad. I just went about it all the wrong way. I shouldn't have led you to believe that it was so cut and dry. Yes, I was unhappy with him, but I figured I at least owed him a chance to fix whatever was wrong. I thought we were supposed to be together, but it wasn't him I was meant to be with, Peeta, it wasn't. But you never said anything, I mean, how was I supposed to know before I met him when you never said anything?"

"I know, it's my fault too. I know that, I just didn't want you to go back to him. But you had to, every time, and I get that, he's your husband…"

"Was." I say quietly, taking Peeta's large hands in mine and guiding him to the couch that had seen way too much of my skin. He gave me a curious look. "I filed for divorce last month, moved out three days later. There isn't much to sign for, we always had separate things. But the courts make you wait, so we're legally separated right now. That's why I'm here, finally. I have my own place now, I have my freedom back, I have my happiness back too I hope."

His smile was so wide and so sweet; I thought that I would burst from secondhand excitement. He hugged me close again, "I would have waited for a thousand lifetimes if I had to."

How did it come to this? How did I get so lucky to actually find that perfect person when I already thought I had? How did I get to find that the best man who ever lived was right around the corner all this time, waiting for me? And how did I think that I could pass him up for someone who practically ignored me for the last two years, opting instead to build grand designs that would never be commissioned and used? Fate had been kind to me, letting me get this second chance at love, or maybe giving me my first one back, who knew really?

"Well, you don't have to; neither of us has to wait anymore, Peeta." I replied, leaning my head, hoping he'd meet me halfway and not being disappointed at all when he placed his hands on either side of my face and drew my mouth to his. It was a slow, sensuous kiss, one that made me think of those first kisses, so pure and raw and saved for one another. And the best part of it was I knew we wouldn't have to rush anything tonight. It would be all about us finally having our moment together, no worries about someone else finding out, about feeling guilty when I walked through my front door. Never again would I have to feel that because all that I needed and wanted was right here, with me.

I pulled back, looking Peeta in those intoxicating eyes and smiled. Bringing my hand up to his swollen bottom lip, I rubbed the pad of my thumb across it and smiled when he kissed it and it came to the middle. "Can we go to the bedroom?"

He looked slightly dazed, his pupils dilated so much, his eyes were almost black with desire, but he nodded and got up, holding his hand out for me. I slid mine's into his and when his fingers intertwined with mine, I knew I was home. This is where I had belonged for so long and I just didn't know it. His grip was tight, like he was afraid I would disappear again if he let go for an instant. I only smiled at him when he looked back at me, following him into the room where we had consummated our once forbidden love for one another. I was happier than I ever thought I could be at the thought that I'd never have to deal with that again.

Once we crossed the threshold of his room, I saw now how much my absence affected him. His room wasn't as orderly as it normally was, and in a moment of realization, Peeta let go of my hand to pick up some of the clothes scattered about the floor. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, it's not like I knew you were going to be here."

I giggled and shook my head, "Peeta, its fine." I was happy he wanted the room to look nice for me but it wasn't necessary since our clothes would be lying about it in a few minutes anyways.

Once he had thrown the last of the discarded underwear in his hamper, he took my hand again and guided me to sit on the bed. He kneeled down in front of me, between my legs and put his hands on my thighs. I looked down into his eyes, once again getting lost in them, as I was prone to do and covered his hands with mine, lowering my head to his and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. One of his big, strong hands was suddenly knotted in my hair, which I had worn loose, knowing how much more he liked it that way, while the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Kissing him was like breathing again and finding out that everything you thought you had known about life was wrong, just plain out wrong. I moaned into his mouth when his hand slipped under my shirt, leaving a trail of heat upon my skin as it snaked up to my breast. Peeta's tongue slipped into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily, as I would do to another part of his anatomy soon enough. I couldn't stand touching his shoulders through his shirt anymore and parted from him to lift it off of him as he did the same to mine. My breasts seemed eager for his touch, as my nipples were poking through the silky fabric of it already, aching for him. And he wasted no time as he kissed my collarbone while he worked on undoing the clasp and sliding the straps down my arms.

He sat back on his haunches, looking at me, licking his full lips as if he were looking to devour me. I stood up and made quick work of my pants and panties. Because he was so much taller than me, his head was level with my belly as I stood and he once again wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my abdomen and lower. He lifted one of my legs carefully over his shoulder, keeping one hand on my hip to keep me steady as his mouth found my center ready and waiting for him. One thought of Peeta and I was instantly wet, so one could imagine what it was like when he kissed me, touched me. It was a good thing he had a firm grip on me, because I would have collapsed as soon as his tongue flicked against my clit, swollen with want for him.

"Why did I ever think I'd want to leave this?" I mumbled out to no one in particular, though Peeta stopped and looked up at me, a smile on his wet with my juices face. I smiled down at him and he went back to what he had been doing, only this time, he taking long strokes with his tongue and then sucking on my sensitive nub. I felt my leg tighten down his back, bringing him even closer to me somehow and yet not close enough, feeling his three days' worth of stubble against my skin. When he slid two thick fingers into me, I just about burst on the spot, but held together just long enough to feel him sucking on my clit while he slipped in a third finger. Then I lost it and saw stars above me, grabbing his hair for some kind of perch and screamed out his name.

Peeta slid his fingers out of me, so to keep me from falling, but kept his mouth on me, lapping up every drop that he was making come out of me. Once he felt I was steady enough, he unhooked my leg from his shoulder and stood up in front of me, where I grabbed his head and brought his mouth to mine once again, tasting myself and being so ready again for him, I didn't want to wait. But it was his turn, so while I kissed him, I undid his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxer briefs, making sure to grab his tight bubble butt in the process.

I could feel his long erection against my stomach, hot and throbbing, waiting for me no doubt. So, I dropped to my knees and starting from the base of it, licked my way up to the tip. I heard him groan, reveling in how I could make him just as weak as he could me, all with my mouth, just like he did. I swiped my tongue across the small slit at the top, licking off the precum there. I wrapped my fingers around him, beginning to pump him up and down in my small hand, of which it would have taken three of them to fit around his length. I took another long lick of him before my mouth descended upon his massive dick and began sucking. I missed having him in my mouth, missed pleasuring him this way, feeling him in my hand and against the back of my throat.

I wrap my free hand to his backside, squeezing his butt with the same rhythm that my hand is pumping him from the front. His fingers knot in my hair, but he doesn't push me or even guide, I just feel them there, wanting to touch some part of me I'm sure of it. His moans are getting deeper and I do it as well, since his noises are turning me on even more. I can tell he likes the vibrations from my mouth, because his hips start jerking erratically and I love every moment of it. So when he tugs on my hair to pull me away, my mouth makes a popping noise as I hazily stand up.

"I won't finish in your mouth on our first time back together, Katniss." He tells me, his voice deep and sexy and making my center throb even more for him.

I can only nod my head at him as he walks me backwards the three steps to his queen-sized bed. Once my knees hit the side, I turn and crawl onto it, making sure to wiggle my ass just a little extra, knowing he's watching. He laughs and smacks it, not very hard, but just enough to make my skin tingle. I lay myself back amongst his pillows, opening my legs as he makes his way up my body, kissing random spots and making me giggle from the sensations. Once he is settled where he wants to be, where he belongs, his cock nestled between my legs, waiting at my entrance, he tells me, "I dreamt of you every night since you left. I thought about you whenever I was at work, when I was here. You were on my mind all the time and I don't even care that you know that."

I put my hand on his cheek and gently tell him, "I missed you too, Peeta. I should have never left in the first place, not you anyway. I won't make that mistake ever again."

With that, he pushed into me slowly, needing no guidance. We fit perfectly, two pieces of a puzzle that was meant just for us. He made love to me sweetly, gently, no need to rush anymore. We kept our eyes open, watching each other's reactions to certain movements, certain sensations. His eyes on mine took me to a different place, one I had never been to before and wanted to visit again and again. I tugged on his curly blond hair, he palmed my breasts. When he sat up, never withdrawing from me, he kept his eyes on me while holding onto my hips, pumping into me harder, a little quicker, which meant he was nearing his release. And I welcomed it, calling out his name when his dick hit that spot in me that made me see stars again and he came inside of me in a heated thrust, gripping me tightly, sure to leave his marks on me and I didn't care one bit.

It seemed like it took forever to come down from that high, almost to the point that once my heartbeat slowed down, I was ready to fall asleep, cuddled in his arms. It would be a first for us. But definitely not the last.