Pure smut coming up! But of course, you guys already knew that ;) still, I feel like I have to put a warning. Read at your own risk! And plz review! (I know it's rather short but I'll try to post a longer one tomorrow or this weekend! XOXO

Katniss is finally going to let me paint her. I mean, I assume that's what she means by telling me to set up my paints and canvas. I've been asking her for months to let me paint her and she always blushes and shakes her head. This is the best present I could ask for. The paint set is amazing and the canvases I know must have cost a fortune! But if this is really happening, this is the best gift she could give me.

Oh. My. God.

I feel rather than hear her in the doorway and I look up. My eyes are going to pop out of my head and my jaw has dropped to the ground.

Holy Shit! Katniss is…holy shit!

Her face is turned down a little and she looks incredibly shy. But I admit, I'm not looking at her face for long.

She's wearing some kind of sexy lingerie in my favorite muted orange and her breasts look tantalizing as they jut out of the cloth. Her underwear (can I even call it that?) connects her garters and her legs look long and shapely, her ass luscious and perfect.

Fuck, I'm a goner.

I lied. THIS is the best gift she could give me. Wait. Does she want me to paint her like this?

Shit, can I even hold a paintbrush right now? She finally looks up and a soft smile crosses her beautiful face.

"Happy birthday, Peeta," she says quietly. I let out a soft moan and her smile widens. I have to adjust my jeans as I hurriedly finish priming the easel.

"Here, why don't you come sit here," I lead her over to the sofa and have her lay on her side. I swallow as I see the bustier falls down a little and her breasts are nearly completely out. I turn around and take a deep breath before crossing back to the easel.

"Are you blushing, Mr. Big Artiste," she says teasingly and I turn back to her, my eyes narrowed.

"Watch yourself, mademoiselle. I have other uses for that busy tongue of yours." Her mouth clamps shut and I see her rub her thighs together, as if she's uncomfortable.

All I want to do right now is bury myself between those thighs but I force myself to focus and sit in front of the easel. I take a deep breath and pick up the pencil and begin sketching. I look back over at her and see she's trembling and her eyes are closed.

"Open your eyes, Katniss. Just focus on me." She does and I give her a warm smile. She returns it and I lower my eyes back to the canvas.

After I have her form sketched out, I throw the pencil aside and start mixing paints. I've painted her before but never with her in front of me. I want to get the color of her skin just right. The shade of her eyes is important too. They're soft and beautiful right now and so full of trust.

I'm impressed that Katniss hasn't moved all this time. I guess it comes from years of hunting but she hasn't said a word and I'm suddenly nervous for her to see it. I put the paintbrush down and study my work. It's beautiful, like she is.

"Are you finished?"

"Yep. It just needs to dry."

"Can I see it?" I glance at her.

"Do you want to?"

"Only if you want me to." I smile and turn the easel around and see her suck in a breath.

"That's how you see me?" Her voice is so soft and vulnerable that I have to take a moment to look at the painting to see if something is wrong with it.

"What do you mean," I finally ask. "I told you, I paint what I see. You're perfect."

"I'm not," she says softly, "but your work is…it's breathtaking."

"It's the subject matter, I promise you." I cross the room to sit beside her and she sits up to kiss me. I hold her face in my hands and my tongue rakes along her lips, tasting her completely before she opens up and allows me in. I explore her mouth thoroughly before I scoop her up and her arms go around my neck.

I carry her into the bedroom and gently set her on our bed. She leans up on her elbows and crosses her legs, looking seductive and so fucking perfect! I try not to let her see me shaking as I strip myself of my clothes and I kneel on the bed in front of her. I gently spread her legs and swear out loud when I see her panties are completely soaked through. My hands tear at her underwear and garters and throw them aside as I settle underneath her, pulling her up my body. She straddles my stomach and I pull the bustier, freeing her breasts so I can feast upon them. She throws her head back and moans as I push them together so I can nip and lick at both of them. I reach back to pull at the stays of the bustier but can't even understand how she managed to put it on by herself! Giving up, I pull her up over my face so I can plunge my tongue inside her and she lets out a little scream as she clutches the bed frame. I love the way she arches her back when she's like this and I let her ride my face. I pull my mouth away from her and hear a mewl of protest as I move out from underneath her. But I keep her turned away from me and put her hands on the bed frame, so they are gripping tightly. I spread her legs and continue to devour her. I swirl my tongue around, tasting her arousal, and dare to venture further. I reach up and spread her cheeks with my hands, my tongue traveling to the one place I have yet to explore.

"Peeta Mellark, you did not just….OH GOD!" I chuckle against her skin as I suck at her sweetness and I feel her shudder. I reach around and plunge two fingers inside her as I continue to attack her clit with my tongue. Not even a second later, I feel her clench around my fingers and she squeals my name loudly. I allow her to collapse forward, as I kiss up and down her back. I make my way back to her luscious ass and kiss my way down her body. I move closer on my knees and I rub myself through her wet folds. She glances at me over her shoulder and my eyes meet hers as I sink into her. I feel her knees buckle and I move my hand underneath her to hold her up.

"Oh my god," she squeals. I'll have to hold off for as long as I can. I've never had her like this and holy shit, the difference in this position. I feel myself slide deeper inside her than I've ever been and every time I thrust, I feel her buck as I hit her special spot. My fingers scratch down her back and grab the material that's hanging around her waist, to allow me to pull her into me roughly. I'm slamming into her and the sound of our flesh slapping against each other makes me reach my peak quickly. I reach up and grab a fistful of her dark hair, pulling up gently. She arches her back and I feel her clenching around me. Her orgasm milks me of mine and I'm coming harder than I ever thought possible. Exhausted, I collapse on her back and I'm not even thinking that I may be squashing her. After a minute, I find the strength to move and I roll over on my back. Katniss sits up and wrestles with the bustier for a moment before letting out a frustrated cry.

"Help me." Chuckling, I sit up and tell her to hold her arms straight. I pull the material over her head and toss it aside. Her back is red from my fingernails and I tenderly kiss her skin before I hurry to the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean her up. I wipe the come from both of us and she sighs as she spreads her legs.

"I love when you come so deep inside me," she says quietly. My eyes widen.

"My god, Katniss," I gasp and she gives me a sly smile. "Seriously, you can't say things like that to me if you actually want sleep tonight."

I finish cleaning us up and toss the cloth aside. She sighs as her head finds its place in the crook of my arm and we slowly come back to normal breathing.

"Thank you," I gasp out. She smiles at me and it makes my heart even lighter.

"Did you have a good birthday?"

"It was the best I've ever had," I tell her honestly. "I thought that you letting me paint you like that was the best present I could ever get. But I realized I was wrong."

"Hm? What was the best then?" I nuzzle against her and press my forehead to hers.

"You loving me."