yeeeeeeeeeeah | changed the lyrics because I can

It was hard not to over think it, not to focus on little details, or the fact that they were actually doing this. It was so much something she had never really expected to happen, she hadn't thought it through. In school, she remembered girls talking about this, when and how, and all sorts of details they had, or wanted to have...she had just always tuned out. It wasn't important.

Except now, she was holding him so tightly, and this, in her arms, was the most important thing right now. This moment. Because there weren't that many left.

She started to move her arms, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him closer to her. They couldn't get much closer than they were right now. But she wanted every inch.

Her pulling made him press so tight against her there was practically nothing left to the imagination anymore. The fact that she wasn't pulling away or stopping meant she was okay with this too and given their circumstances, he understood why. Completely.

One of his palms slide up along her back until brushing against her damp, undone hair, fingers running through the strands gently. He couldn't stop the sigh that left his nose and the slight parting of his lips, gently easing the kiss to more than soft pecks, a sense of urgency within him he had not felt until now, with a million emotions rattling inside his mind and heart.

There was something about the way their bodies pressed together that made sparks run up and down her nerves. Never in her life had Katniss been this close to a person. There was no one she had felt this kind of contact with.

When his lips parted, she followed suite, trying to let go, to let sensation take over and do what felt natural. Tentatively her tongue darted out, slidding over his lower lip.

Which was exactly what Peeta was doing at this point, allowing his instinct and what felt good lead because he sure as hell didn't know what he was doing otherwise. Their equal lack of experience probably made up for it though, neither really able to tell what was not as it should have been... Another small thing he was grateful for right now.

The touch of her tongue against his lip sent goosebumps all along his skin, breath hitching slightly before he let it out with a content sigh. His body became tense only for a moment as he concentrated on how to work with this new way of kissing... now adding another element he'd never tried before. A tongue.

He did his best to relax though and just ease into it like everything else with them, lips parting more as he lightly nipped at her lip. It took a moment before his own tongue hesitated and brushed against hers, and it was... a sensation completely new to him, completely out of this world, to the point where he didn't know what to do with himself at first, his arms squeezing around her once more as a result because that felt safest.

This wasn't anything she'd ever done before, period. Not on film or off it. It was an entirely new sensation, and something that if she had tried to think through she couldn't have imagine would have felt good.

But it felt really, really good.

She tilted her head to try to make kissing him easier, to try to get more of it. When he nipped at her lip she tensed, letting out a small sound, her nails curling into his shoulder.

There was a pleasant warmth spreading from his chest out into every limb of his body right now, and the urge to touch and kiss and feel everywhere was growing stronger. He wanted to cherish this as long as he could, this intense feeling of closeness and rush of emotions only Katniss made him experience, made him want to risk everything for her. No one else did that and it was a new kind of exhilaration he wished he could get used to. He wished they had the time to.

That thought only urged him to deepen the kiss again, a shaky breath leaving him as he stepped forward slowly, hands encouraging movement backwards because there was a wall there, one that could keep them steady despite jelly-legs and the need for air, something he wasn't willing to part for at the moment.

She stepped back with him, because her legs weren't really doing what they were suppose to either. The tiles were cool and solid, but instead of grounding her, they just seem to amplify how warm her was under her hand, the way his skin felt with the water sliding over it, the muscles shifting under her touch.

She sighed into his mouth, pulling him closer again, pinning herself against the shower wall with his body.

He was able to use the wall as a bit of support with one arm now which helped him distribute his weight more comfortably, while also still leaning against her and not letting their bodies part. The arm that was around her moved so he could cup the side of her jaw with his free hand, fingers tangled up in her hair, lips and chests and hips all pressed together warm and slick from the water that was still pouring innocently.

"Peeta..." She murmured, tilting her head against his hand, letting her lips press again the side of his mouth before catching his bottom lip between her teeth.

He wasn't going anywhere tonight. He was going to be here with her. They could have this whole night together and no one could stop them. The idea of the possibilities sent another set of shivers racing along her nerves.

Slowly, she let her death grip loosen. Not because she wanted to let him any farther from her, but she wanted to move her hands over him, explore.

There was no stopping the shiver through his body when her hands started to touch him, leaving her free to explore as much as she wanted because there was no way in hell he was stopping her. He had to take deep breaths between easy kisses, feeling so much right now he had no idea how to express anything but his desire for her in this moment. He may not have shared the kind of fire she and Gale did about certain things, but he definitely had that same passion about her. He always had.

"Katniss..." he finally murmured breathlessly in return, blue eyes opening slightly to look at her, to take in what he could of her expression right now.

There was a lot to explore. His shoulder, the line of his spine, the shape of his bones under his skin, solid under her fingers. Sliding down his side, finding her way to his hips and holding on there.

Her eyes opened, droplets clinging to her lashes as she started at him with her grey eyes, full of all everything she couldn't manage to explain even if she felt like talking right now. Biting her lower lip, she smiled up at him, wanting to pull him to her again but wanting to look at him, appreciate him.

That right now he was hers, and she was his and there was nothing to get in the way of that.

Really, Katniss... you have no idea how much you're making him blush right now.

Her smile coaxed one of his own out with it, thumb brushing against her cheek as he kept their gazes locked together, his other hand now brushing down to her hip too to hold on to her in some way.

"I know this is going to sound so corny but I don't care," he chuckled quietly at himself, leaning in for another soft kiss. "You really are beautiful, Katniss. And I'm not just saying that."

It was a little cheesy, but that didn't stop her from ducking her head, a flush on her cheeks. Because being sweet and cheesy was maybe one of the part of Peeta that she could let go and enjoy now. Now that there were no strings attached, no District to run away from or cameras or any other boys waiting in the woods for her.

And his hands on her hips were doing strange thing to the warmth starting to gather up there.

"You're making me blush." She said, because she didn't know what to say to the compliment. Instead she leaned forward, kissing the crook of his neck. And letting her tongue dart out to slide over the line of muscle there.

"Good," he kept smiling. "That was the point."

The kiss on his neck however had him closing his eyes and sighing again, finding it to be very sensitive. He'd never really been kissed or licked on his neck, but he really, really liked it, if the slight shiver was anything to go by. The hand on her hip squeezed and his head fell forward a little, kissing her bare shoulder in return.

She didn't really ever think something like a little kiss on the shoulder, a little squeeze on the hip could feel so good. Could make her glad she was pressed between him and the wall, because if not she wasn't sure she could keep herself standing.

"Oh..." She gripped him tighter, sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

The teeth surprised him get again, head thunking forward against the tile behind her with a low groan. This was becoming more than he had expected very, very fast and he was almost afraid of her reaction to the gradual response his body was taking. Pretty soon he was sure neither of them would be able to avoid the clear problem that was going to... form... pressed up against their bodies. Peeta wasn't sure how prepared she'd be for that reality, even right now.

"K-Katniss..." he started, sighing as his hand stroked up and down her side now. "You're sure this is okay?" He had to ask because he had to be sure. Because that's what Peeta did.

She pulled back, looking up at him.

This was important. Every decision she would make from now until her end would be, but this one...this was not her life. This was, in some strange way, something more. Anyone who lived in a District knew their life wasn't theirs.

This? Was all hers. To give or not give.

She swallowed heavily, staring up into his blue eyes, before nodding. "Yes."

Yes. She'd actually said...

If they were going to die in a couple days, one way or the other, this would be their last chance. Peeta was willing to take it.

One of his hands came up again to push a few strands of wet hair away from her forehead, nodding slowly with that same warm smile he always gave her. "Then I want this too."

"Good." She reached up, tangling her fingers in his damn curls and pulling him back down for a kiss.

Although she was aware of the basic of how you got from point A to point B, she wasn't entirely sure of the finer points. But they had figured it out well enough to this point. And it was likely...well, Peeta had older brothers, and, at least from Gale, she generally got the impression boys knew more about this than she did.

Although Peeta definitely didn't have any experience, he knew the basics as well as he could growing up with brothers and being as social as he was in school. It was completely different talking about these things or hearing other people's stories than actually experiencing it though, and he was currently an appropriate mix of nervous and excited.

He melted into the kiss so easily after that confirmation, his hands feeling more bold to touch along her body now, palms and fingers exploring up along her sides and down her stomach, before they branched at her hips again and barely trickled down to her thighs. Simply touching would soon be more of a tease than anything, but just knowing that they had agreed was more than enough incentive for him currently. The hesitation was not on purpose... because despite the intense desire, this meant more than just that to him. And her, he hoped.

Once again she was left with her head spinning over how incredibly charged a simple touch could be. It was like every part of her was on edge for his touch, yearning for it, and she moaned into his mouth again, her rolling up toward his hands, not knowing how loaded the movement was.

Her lips pressed against his, teeth nipping at his skin, wanting to kiss every part of him. Wanting to claim it.

There was no avoiding how much she was affecting him at this point, and with that moan and the kisses and that... that movement she did, his urge to keep her as his forever was only growing stronger. Beyond the love he carried for her there was something else in this moment he'd probably never admitted to himself, yet one they were able to express freely now.

The nip coaxed his lips to part as he swept his tongue slowly against hers, attempting to deepen the kiss once more while his hands continued to explore. This time though he felt a bit more bold, not stopping at her legs or hips, but instead massaging toward her lower back and... further down, until his palms slid over a new territory they hadn't crossed until now, even when they were just kissing naked.

His heart really wouldn't slow down.

His hands sliding down only served to remind her how naked they were.

But for the first time it was more...an fact that inspired her to want to explore him than cover herself up. That still lingered, but really, this far in? She wasn't going to shy away.

So instead she followed his lead, her hand sweeping down, over his chest, down to his hips, and kneading into the flesh there.

It was a step toward getting more comfortable with their bodies and Peeta found himself not feeling any shame for it. There was no reason to. He loved Katniss for the person she was and this was simply another way to explore their affections.

He sighed against the kiss when she daringly touched him as well, his own hands moving up her back again and around the front, back to the slope of her sides, over her backside and the backs of her thighs as far as his fingers could reach... before sliding up the front again where there bodies weren't pressed together, until they could once more settle on her hips. She really was beautiful and he didn't care if the thought was the cheesiest thing in the world.

It was becoming harder to ignore the arousal that was building up and pressed against her pelvis between them, and even though Peeta wasn't self conscious about it, it made all of this seem that much more real. They were really going to do this... though if Katniss changed her mind he'd understand.

Her head feel back against the wall, taking a few deep breaths. This was moving fast, and that wasn't a bad thing, she just need to breath for a moment. Get some air in and figure out where her hands were going, where her mouth was going.

Letting her nails draw patterns into the skin of his hips, trace over the dimples his tail bone made, she watched him. Watch the shower water slide over his hair, down his face. Really felt his body against hers.

And felt what, exactly, was getting harder to ignore. Biting her lip, she knew that she should do...something with that. She just wasn't sure what. And didn't want to do this wrong.

Because they only got one chance.

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90% of my icons are painfully inappropriate for sexy times.

mine too no worries fff

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Becoming harder, huh?