yeeeeeeeeeeah | changed the lyrics because I can

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.

Peeta laughed with her, shaking his head. "Now that would be an embarrassing first time story..." Well. If they lived to tell it.

With a gentle nod, he followed her lead, finally taking the time to actually... look at her. Really look at her. He could feel the redness in his cheeks that couldn't be blamed on a hot shower anymore, but there was still no shame there, just more desire.

He reached out with his free hand to touch her leg gently, fingers skimming down the soft skin there as he leaned in to kiss her neck. "Let's... lay down..."

His touch sent those shiver all over her nerves, that strange electric touch that was a whole new sensation. How someone could touch her some place she'd been touched hundreds of time and have it feel so different she didn't know.

But she wasn't objecting either.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding his lips to her throat, she laid back, pulling him down with her.

He slid down onto the bed easily with her, lips and teeth gently kissing and nipping their way along skin he was becoming fairly familiar with already. This felt so natural with her despite the nerves and initial awkwardness, as if they both knew this could be their last chance.

He didn't want to think about that right now though, continuing to kiss her skin as his body laid on top of hers, arousal quite obvious now pressed between them. He couldn't help the sigh of pleasure when warm skin brushed against him, making him shudder slightly and awkwardly rock his hips against her one more time. Was that a leg? It felt like one. He wasn't sure right now.

She gasped a little as she felt his press against her thigh, hot and hard. Because if she was at all still unsure about what was coming, that took care of that.

Tentatively, she pressed her thigh up, trying to give him something firm to rock against. To make it feel good.

The move surprised him, his body naturally reacting as he pressed against her more, muffling a groan against her neck. It felt so good just doing this, something so foreign and unfamiliar with another person, let alone someone he loved.

He kept his movements slow and steady, kissing up to her jaw and under her ear. "If... you don't like something, just tell me," he tried to reassure her, one of his hands sliding down her body again, fingertips grazing beneath her bellybutton and the skin below.

She nodded, letting her head fall back on the pillow, and keeping her leg taunt. Once again her hands started exploring his shoulders, tracing the lines of muscles developed of the years of throwing flour bags around.

"You to." Her voice was thick, the finger playing under her belly buttons doing strange things to the heat in her belly. Like metal filings, following the trace of a magnet. A powerful one.

It was now or never, sunk in too deep for him to think of swimming back to the surface, and he'd meet their fate gladly right now. He watched as she pushed her head back, curious eyes tracing down her neck and collarbone, the smooth curves of her breasts and down to her stomach, before he leaned in to kiss right above the center of her chest. His fingers continued their journey down until finally brushing along a territory he'd never explored before on anyone, let alone Katniss, simply sliding down between her legs with a hesitant touch.

If she'd thought anything before was intense, this blew everything else out of the cupboard. Her hips bucked up against his fingers, a cry escaping her lips as her nails dug into his skin.

"Ohh...." She ground up against his hands, panting softly as she held him to her.

Peeta had never seen Katniss like this before and he decided right here and now that he wanted to hear more.

He was thriving from her reactions, fingers slipping down before caressing up again in steady strokes, trying to find a pace that would ease them into this. She felt... warm and her expressions and sounds were only urging on his own need, hips pressed down against her leg still and subtly rocking with the pace he'd set.

"Katniss..." he murmured, almost sounding amazed as lips kissed every inch of skin around her collarbone and neck.

The way they moved together, she was shocked by how easy it was to find the pace. The pattern. Her hips pushed up against his hand, rolling to the movements of his fingers, and her leg moved to met his thrusts. Nearly panting, she reached to catch his face in her hand, pull his lips to hers.

The moment their lips touch he is kissing her with a renewed passion, sighing moans against her lips from the building, overwhelming sensations. Although he doesn't have experience with sex, he knew from the start when hearing other boys' stories that he wouldn't want to waste his first time. He'd want to take it slow, actually feel something... just like this.

After a few heated moments, his fingers brush further up, unknowingly pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves there, before stroking down again. He was slowly gaining confidence in his movements, trusting Katniss to tell him if something wasn't right.

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Becoming harder, huh?

That pun is always intended

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your icon just makes me think somewhere effie is like "THERE'S NOT 12 INCHES BETWEEN YOU!"

LMAO now all I can imagine is them being watched somehow. haymitch yelling at them to use a condom.

awkward.

yeeeeeeeeeep

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luckily for peeta her leg doesn't jerk up as well.

... sob. thank you for being able to control it Katniss.

that would ruin the night pretty quick.

yup...