Ok, I know this is LONG, LONG overdue, so I'll make this quick. Thank you to those who are still sticking by me here, and even to those who are telling me this story is boring or dragging on, thanks for telling me anyway. Still writing. I need to finish this, because I have it planned out in my head, and I think it will be awesome. And then, at the end, you all can tell me to write(or not to write) the sequel I am planning. Also, a quick shout out to a new fan of mine who stayed up to unhuman hours of the morning to read all of this story, InLoveWithClatoLove. THANKS SO MUCH, YOU'RE AWESOME! That's all. Thank you. AND ON WITH THE STORY.

Ooh, wait, PS. I know nothing about sex. So I made things really vague. Like, don't expect details. You're getting some before, and some after. And that's that.

Liz POV-

Luke and I are married, as you all know, so this part shouldn't shock you much.

We do what every other couple does.

We go up to a hotel room.

We take our shoes off.

We make out for an extensive amount of time.

We get out of our clothes.

And then we put on comfier clothes and watch horror movies.

HA! Not what you expected, I bet it.

I mean, neither one of us wanted to be Snow's little worker bees, and me, being the lovely human being I am, decided I just didn't feel like sleeping with Luke. At that moment. I mean, it'll come eventually. But for now, I'm not really doing much. What can I say? I'm a little bit of a rebel.

And I like to sit here in my sweat pants and a t-shirt eating pizza with my husband, making people think we're doing something naughty. It's so scandalous it isn't.

"Ooh, this isn't going to end well." Luke says, as the girl on screen starts heading towards the dark, and very clearly partially opened when she closed it a few moments ago, closet.

"Bet you a dollar she's going to get stabbed." he continues.

I raise an eyebrow. "Bet you a kiss she'll get stabbed so fakely that I could do it better."

"You stab better than everyone, though." Luke responds.

I shrug and we watch the girl die with the least realistic scream/stab/blood combo I have ever seen.

Luke starts laughing. "These old movies are hilarious." he said.

"Are you sure this is a horror movie?"

"Yeah...I think so."

I look at him. "Baby..." I start, taking his hand in mine. "I think I'm in the mood for something else...maybe...a romance?"

He smirks. "Oh...?"

I nod. "Mmmhmm. You choose." I laugh.

He replies by turning off the TV and dimming the lights. One second I'm laying there, perfectly innocent, and the next, Luke has no shirt.

Well this escalated quickly.

He's over me a moment later, and I run my hand down his neck, playing with his hair, smiling at him happily, pulling him down so our lips meet.

He tugs on my shirt a little, and obediently I take it off.

I didn't think unzipping pants would be so loud, but god, with just the two of us, awkward as two...well, as two virgins, we're both nervous and terrified, and about ready to explode because we don't know what to do, and everything we do is so damn loud!

Oh my god, I cannot be having a panic attack right now. No no no, this is not happening, not at all.

"Relax." Luke whispers in my ear. "It's alright. It's all alright. I'll...we'll do this together, ok?"

I nod, because that's the only thing that makes sense.

Luke takes off my pants with such glorious tenderness that I don't know how to describe it. So I won't. I just have no pants.

And then we have a lack of underwear, and I we fall headlong into something mature and intimate that I am not telling you about.

Afterwards, we lay there, both of us silent, me slightly less so because I start crying. Not because I'm sad. Not because Luke hurt me. But because I just lost my status in the magical club that is virginity. Not that I mind, as Luke is my husband. But it feels...different, not having it. Like there's something missing.

I never thought it would feel so strange to not have that one thing. It's one of the only thing we can control. And I guess Snow sort of took that away, too.

"Are you alright?" Luke asks, ever patient, and always concerned.

"Yes," I gasp. "I just...we're married. And we have no virginity..." I sit up. "And soon I'll be pregnant. And then...and then..." I can't even finish.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him, letting me cry. I don't think he's ever seen me break down like this.

"Shhh. Shhh. I know. I know. And I know how scared you are. It's scary to be married. I know, I'm feeling that too. And I know how horrifying it was to...well...to do what we just did...and I know you don't want to be pregnant." he looks down, pausing. "I know you don't want to have a baby yet. I don't think there will ever be a time when I want something for you like that, when you don't want it. But I do want this-you to be happy. I want you to know that I am never going to let you go. And I am never going to make you do anything you don't want to."

He smiles and places a hand over my stomach. "When you're pregnant, I will be here for you. And I will never let you forget that I am here for you, every moment of every hour of every day." he smiles even more. "And there's a reason we use protection, love." he kisses my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. "We're careful. Snow might have limits. But we don't have to make a baby tonight."

I nod. "We don't have to do anything tonight."

Luke smiles. "No, we don't." he says. "All we need to do is be together."

I fall asleep in his arms, and blissfully listen to the sound of his breathing as I wake up the next morning.

"I think we had company last night."

I sit up, and see that there is a white rose sitting on the nightstand, by Luke, and turning, I see there isn't a rose on my side, but a note.

"Snow." Luke and I both groan, and I open the note.

Mr. and Mrs. Mellark,

Congratulations once again on your happy marriage. I was very happy to see that two young people such as yourselves are having such a lovely time already, and you two make a wonderful couple. Please accept my apologies for disturbing you on your honeymoon, but I needed to get along a message for you, inviting you to my home for dinner. Tonight would be a great time. A car will pick you up at 7. Wear something nice.

-President Snow

"We don't even get an option!" I shout, outraged. "He can't expect us to just get up and leave and go to dinner tonight, it's our honeymoon for god's sake!"

Luke wraps me up in his arms again. I think this is going to end up being the calming mechanism forever, because I am loving this arrangement. "Liz, we're not going to have to do anything for the rest of our honeymoon. I promise. I will make sure of that. But...Snow is trying to be generous, maybe. If he's capable of being generous," he sighs. "But even if he isn't, it's free food, and we have to indulge him every once in a while, make him think he has us fooled and controlled."

I nod. "Well, yes, but he can't seriously want to make us come on our honeymoon, can he? We're supposed to be having the happiest few days of our lives, before all the business starts."

"I don't know what to expect from Snow anymore."

About 12 hours later...

Luke POV

"Liz?!" I yell, looking down at my pants in dismay. "I need help."

I don't feel good having to explain that there is something wrong with my pants, but I mean, when they're too tight, and aquamarine, that is something you need to fix. By you I mean me, not actually you, and I can't button them. That's my own situation to deal with, I won't burden you. God I hate being a man. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! OW! Now how am I going to do this? I know I'm not the fittest guy around, but I am not that overweight. And looking at the tag, they're a few too sizes too small. There's only one explanation-I am being sabotaged.

Liz peeks out from the bathroom. "Yes, dear?" the smile is on her lips for a mere moment before turning into a smirk.

I've gotten so used to it that it doesn't bother me.

I try sucking in and pulling, but I'm more worried it's just going to snap.

"Darling..." she says. "Are you alright?" she raises an eyebrow and looks at me. I can practically reach out and touch the awkwardness in this room.

"If the pants don't fit, don't wear them." she says, like that's the easiest thing in the world.

"Do you not think that I haven't considered that yet? Snow sent us both clothes, and I think we better do what he says."

Liz pouts. "No way. That landed me in the hospital last time."

I frown. "I don't want him to hurt us just because I decide to not wear a pair of stupid pants."

"You're adorable." she laughs, taking my hand and leading me over to the bed. "Alright, I'm going to teach you the only thing you ever need to know about tight pants." she pushes me to sit down.

"Lay down on your back." she instructs.

I stare at her for a moment before speaking. "Are you saying we should burn calories by...using the bed?"

She shakes her head. "No, no, of course not! No offense, but I'm not ready for more of that." she blinks a bit. "Just lay down on your back."

I humor her and do as she asks, lying down on my back, not exactly sure what she's doing.

Suddenly her fingers are closing around the two sides of the fabric. "Ok, suck in a tiny bit."

I do as she asks again, feeling like a fat boy, and without any explanation, my pants are suddenly able to button.

"What the heck? What sorcery are you responsible for?" I look at Liz like she might be a witch as I sit up. She shrugs. "It's the girls way of getting cute, but extremely tight, clothing on. Why do you think my parents let me wear what I want? If I can get it on my body, it clearly fits."

I kiss her lips. "Mmmhmm. Well, I will say, you are magical. Thank you for helping me."

She kisses me back. "I always will help you." she turns. "Now to see what Snow sent for me."

I change my shirt to a slightly lighter blue shirt, and I look a lot more like a Capitolite boy.

"Kill me! Kill me now! I can't deal with this right now, just kill me!" I hear, and as I turn, I see Liz holding a fluffy pink dress. And when I say fluffy, I'm talking like that girl from that movie with the mermaid...I don't remember what it was called. It was one of those oldies...I think the girl's name was Ariel...she had a pink dress on. Liz's dress looks like that, but with no sleeves, and more fluffy stuff underneath it.

I feel bad for my wife, but I'll admit, she'll look really pretty in it.

"Come on, Lizzy. Just put it on. You'll be fine."

"No, I won't!" She moans. "I'll look like...frilly."

I pull her close. "Please, Lizzy? Pwease...? Pwetty pwease? For me?"

She crosses her arms over her chest, throwing her dress onto the polished and clean hardwood floor. "Don't try that cute thing with me, Luke. I'm not falling for it."

I shrug. "Alright. Then I'll just try something else."

She looks like she's about to question me, but I pick her up off her feet and toss her over my shoulder. "I won't be cute anymore."

"Lukeeeeee!" she shouts. "Put me down! Put me down now!"

"Not happening until you agree to put on the dress."

"Why? It's just a stupid dress!"

"I won't let you get hurt just because you won't wear a stupid dress."

"Fine!" she squeals, and I set her down. "But don't make me do it myself." she sighs. "Pretty please."

I smile. "Alright, baby." I say, and she manages to get out of her pants and my t-shirt pretty easily. I mean, she does have the motivation of me wrapping my arms around her.

She's standing in front of me in a black bra and a pair of white boy short underwear, and I can't help but smile. Not because there's a lack of clothes. But because of how shy she looks. How comfortable she is, letting me see her like this.

I gather up all the material and slip it over her head, and even though she groans and makes it seem like the worst thing in the entire world, when she finally smooths the pink dress out, and adjusts her bra underneath it so the straps don't show, my Liz...looks like a beautiful princess.

"What?" she asks, blushing a slight shade of pink.

I can only smile at her, my jaw hurting from how big it is.

"Nothing." I say. "I think Snow just showed us some mercy."

I take her by the hips, gently twisting her around so she looks at the mirror.

She grimaces, like her reflection might just jump out and laugh at her for being such a girl, but then she opens her eyes and really looks, and I see the slight smile come to her lips.

"I look..."

I don't ever find out what the response is to her statement, because two Peacekeepers burst through the door, yanking Liz away from me and tearing out of the room to God knows where.

"Wait!" I yell, running after them. "Where are you taking her?"

"Just go to Snow's." One of them hisses.

"You'll soon see."

I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you all hate me. Hopefully I didn't. I know it took me forever to get this chapter up, but I hope that this will satisfy you, at least for a little while. I promise to try and get a new chapter up as soon as I can. As always, please leave your reviews, the longer the better. Thanks, guys! May the odds be ever in your favor.