Peeta's POV

I lead her up the stairs and into my bedroom, and gently sit her on the edge of my bed, and look her over. "You're a mess, you know?" and I move in closer to her. She's covered in spirits and sweat, and I am quite sure she wont want to sleep in the soiled clothing. I lift the bottom of her shirt, as to remove it from her, and she stops me for a second, questioningly, gives me an approving glance, then lets me continue.

She sits quietly as I carefully remove each particle of clothing, and when she is in nothing but her sweaty underclothes, I stop. "I'll go get you something to sleep in," I tell her, and move to go find a t-shirt and shorts.

"No!" she half cries. "Come back here."

I sit next to her, and wait for her to speak, but she doesn't. Moments go by, and I wonder if she's fallen asleep, but when I look over to her, the expression on her face tells me everything I need to know, that she is inwardly arguing with herself.

I reach over and grab at her hand, and instantly our fingers are intertwined tightly. She turns her head to look at me, and I gently brush my lips against hers. A moments hesitation, and she's dropped her hand from mine, her fingers tangle themselves in my golden locks, and she kisses me with such an intensity I've never known.

She lets me go, and an unexpected disapproving note escapes my lips. Unfortunately, she catches this, and smiles at me, then removes her filthy underclothes and stands in front of me, as if saying she is up for the taking. "I want you, and only you, Peeta Mellark." She says.

I stand, and tug her chin towards me, locking our mouths together. Never letting me go, she helps me from my own clothes, and I don't protest. She's finally realized how much I love her, how much she loves me, and I'm glad I'm here to witness it.

As our naked bodies touch, chill bumps rise over my skin. I pick her up, and instinctively her legs wrap around my waste. I kiss her, brush my lips up and down her jaw line, down her neck and to her breasts. Her breath hitches when I touch her more sensitive places. I run my hands through her perfectly smooth hair, trace the contours of her beautiful breasts, knead her round bottom.

I looked up, hoping I haven't overstepped my boundaries and when our eyes meet, and hold each others gaze, we communicate our thoughts without words. I pull her hips back from my body, gripping her bottom in my hands as I slowly enter her, pushing gently but firmly through the warm, wet resistance.

I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back, groaning loudly. Now I understand my brothers' fascination with taunting me about my virginity. Clearly they wanted me to experience this intense pleasure for myself.

The heat of her body enveloping mine drives every bit of reason from my mind. No matter how bad an idea I thought this might have been an hour ago, none of it mattered now. I noticed her outlining my facial features and opened my eyes to her smile. I pulled myself from her and set her down. She sat, and pulled me onto the bed with her, scooting backwards until she met the mountain of pillows. I followed her, on my knees now, continually kissing and touching her the whole way.

I laid her down onto the mound of pillows, her hair, damp from sweat, splaying out around her, and caught her gaze, questioning but filled with trust. Her nude body's stretched out before me, open and inviting. Smooth, soft, skin waiting for my touch. She was so perfect, right here, right in this moment. This moment that I never want to forget, I never want to leave.

I looked her up and down, her skin shining from the thin sheen of sweat, and gently pressed my hips upon hers, plunging into her with one long thrust. Two equally pleasured cries fill the room, and I find a steady rhythm that bring beautiful song-like moans from her throat. I revel in the way she rocks her hips against mine. She grips handfuls of my hair in her fists, and brings my mouth down upon hers once more, and I am locked in this blissful dance, enthralled with every sound escaping her lips, and every movement of her body against mine.

She grips my hair harder than ever and presses my head ever harder against her skin, moaning my name and moving her hips upward to meet mine, forcing me farther inside her. She becomes more breathless, her moans quieter, her breath hitching.

I begin to move more inside her, fastening my pace in response to her insistent rhythm, our hearts pounding with adrenaline. The heat around me suddenly begins to intensify as she tightens around my length. She kneads her fingers into my chest, writhes under me as I continue the steady motions.

Without notice, she's clawing my chest as she throws her head back into the pillows. Her hips are more urgent than ever against mine as she pants my name, whispers profanities. My own low moans distract me from the fact that she has drawn blood from clawing my chest, and I am only brought back to the present when her whole body shudders and over and over again, and hoarse screams escape her lips. Hot, even contractions squeeze my body tightly, threatening to push me over the edge. But no, I'm not ready for that yet. I could go on like this for the rest of forever.

Once again, I pull myself from her, and force myself to calm down a bit. I roll over, and lay next to her in the darkness, the only source of light coming through the window from the moon. I take her hand and trace smooth circles on her palm. "I love you" Katniss whispers in my ear before rolling over on top of me. Clearly she isn't ready for a break just yet.

I sigh as she positions her self to straddle my hips, her upper body now lying against mine, her head tucked under my chin. I bend my knees so that she can brace her body against the tops of my thighs, and after a few moments of experimentation, her hand finds me and guides my length into her. Finally we found a perfect, slow, rocking rhythm, and I kiss her hair, softly stroke her back, as we move slowly together. Her eyes close and her lips part ever so slightly, her breaths coming in soft, rhythmic gasps, mirroring our movements exactly.

I was shocked to hear a low growl escape from my mouth as I rolled her over, now laying flat on her back with her head on the pillows. I lowered my body until there were only a few of inches of space between us. I pushed into her with deep, grinding, slow and steady thrusts. I listened to her whimpers of pleasure, matched them with my own harsh gasps, and watched as her body moved up and then back again with each frantic motion.

I began moving inside her, quicker now and more urgently. The darkened room is filled with the frantic hushed sounds of our lovemaking. Breathy whispers, deep throaty moans, soft cries.

The pressure's building in me unbelievably fast, and with an unstoppable intensity. Her lips find mine again, her hands brush the golden locks from my damp forehead. I am kissing her and gasping for air as I continue my frantic rhythm. I'm so close.

I am overwhelmed all at once with a flood of sensations. The tightness of her body. Nails scraping skin. Hot, rhythmic contractions. My name screamed over and over. Flesh hitting flesh.

The world explodes around me as the orgasm rips through me violently. I cry out her name, digging my fingers into the mattress, riding the waves of pleasure that are racing, seemingly endless, throughout my body as I spill into her. Realizing just how loud we are, I burry my face in the pillows to muffle the hoarse, guttural sounds erupting from my throat. Then with one long, intense shudder of my body, it's over.

And then there was nothing but the sound of our labored breathing. Long, silent minutes of nothing but chests rising and falling, air quietly rushing in and out of lungs. Eyes closed. No speaking. No thinking.

I rolled over onto my back and searched in the darkness for her hand. I glanced over at her, and her eyes found mine. We stared into each other's eyes for the longest time, not speaking, occasionally reaching up to push back a lock of hair, stroke a cheek softly with a thumb, graze a lip tenderly with a finger... My body was so relaxed. This must be the "afterglow" my brothers so often spoke of. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the hell out of it. I lay there, my body drifting away, and my mind right along with it. Peaceful. Content. Relaxed.

And then Katniss starts doing what all intoxicated people seem to end up doing. Talk. "Mm." She moans. "I never expected this to happen… I guess I'm kind of glad it did though… Mm…"

I am such an idiot. I just took advantage of a drunk woman. A woman who just so happens to be the love of my life. A woman who hasn't exactly returned my love.

"Peeta?" She whispers.

"Yes?"

"If I wake up in the morning, and don't remember a thing from tonight, could you do me a favor?" she says, yawning.

"Sure," I say uncertainly. "Anything, shoot."

"Lie to me."

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