yeeeeeeeeeeah | changed the lyrics because I can

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.

The problem with their situation was becoming clearer to him now. Doing this in a shower for the first time would most likely end up in injury or extreme awkwardness, wouldn't it? There was too high of a chance of slipping involved but relocating would take... movement... and time... and break them apart from being pressed together like this, which he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to do.

Still, with a soft sigh he kissed under her ear, murmuring there. "Do you think we should... go to a bedroom or something?"

Although she had already comitted to this mentally, the mention of a bed made her heart skip a beat. A bed. Where thing happened. In a bed.

She took a deep breath, before nodding. Because he was right, a bed would be better. And she was clean. And so was he. And the bed would be better for things.

"Let's go."

Now there was the slightly awkward task of getting out of here (hopefully drying up a bit) and walking to the bedroom... It would be worth it though. He'd feel a lot more secure in a bed with her, especially since this would be their first time and just-

He was starting to think too much again. Just move, Peeta.

Refusing to let go of her so soon, he kept one arm around her before heading backward to turn the shower head off, cutting off the water which immediately made him shiver. He couldn't help but steal a kiss or two... or five as they stepped out, grabbing both of them some warm towels to quickly dry off.

This was happening.

She wanted to wrap the towel around her and hide herself again. And knew that was a step backwards from where she wanted this to go.

And she did want it to go there.

Taking his hand, she forced herself to let the towel drop, and stepped toward the bedroom. With the bed.

He held onto her hand like a life force, not trusting the doors just as much as her at this point, and he was relieved when they were able to walk into the dark bedroom without fail. Once they were beside the bed he stopped to wrap his arms around her again, not saying a word as he leaned in for a reassuring kiss.

This was going to be okay.

She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into the strength of his body.

The room was dark and quite, and she knew they were the only people in the hole District 12 suite tonight. Haymitch and Effie were gone to who knew where, and for that, she was glad. No one else would be in their world tonight.

This felt perfect just like this, alone with Katniss in a place they could just be them for a few more hours until they forced themselves to (try to) sleep, because they still needed their energy tomorrow. But for now...

For now he'd kiss her and hold her and most likely make love to her the best way he could, to show her one last time just how much she meant to him, how much he loved her.

Breaking their kiss, she sank down to the bed, tugging him down next to her. Every movement right now felt so load, had the possibility of going so wrong. She wasn't sure how exactly it could go wrong. Peeta wasn't exactly going to walk out if she didn't do it right. But she couldn't shake the feeling.

"Uhh, is there anything we...." Need sounded like the wrong word. Because there was a lot they needed. So that thought trailed off as she stared up at him.

He sat down beside her on the bed, eyes studying her face in the dim light of the room. He was nervous, he wouldn't lie, but there was nothing else in the world he wanted more right now than to be with her.

"Just to remember to breathe," he teased lightly, smiling. "I'll probably forget a couple times so just... slap me if that happens, okay?"

"Don't pass out on me." She said with a soft laugh, glad the humor was breaking some of the tension.

Pressing her lips together, she reached out to take his hand. "Should we start?"

Going to meet his eyes, she looked up from their hands. And instead found her eyes trailing over the very nude boy sitting next to her. Although they had been standing together, pressed together, she hadn't actually looked at him.

It wasn't a bad thing to look at, she thought as her face flushed.

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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?

That pun is always intended

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