yeeeeeeeeeeah | changed the lyrics because I can

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.

When his fingertips brushed over that spot, her thighs tried to clamp shut, to hold his hand there. Each thing he did just sent her head reeling with more sensation.

And there was more?

"That...that feels good." She panted between kisses, holding his face to hers for more or them.

"W-What?" He mumbled breathlessly in return, distracted by her kisses and touches and the intimacy of their bodies right now, taking a moment to register. "This...?" His fingers brushed up again to where he thought she'd first reacted like that, rubbing there slowly.

"Yes, there!" She gasped, her hips pulling back, the sensation to much, before grinding down against his hand again. Sliding her hand down, she laid it over his, wanting to hold him there.

Biting her lips, she writhed under him, trying to get the right pressure in the right place, gasping against his neck as the new sensation crashed over her.

Hearing her like this was driving him insane, glad she couldn't exactly see his face right now because it was a bright red. He nosed above her ear and kissed any skin he could find, hand angled the way she wanted it and fingers moving to the steady beat of her writhing. He honestly couldn't remember ever being as excited as he felt right then, knowing that he was helping her feel like this... him.

Everything in her felt like it was twisting up, winding tight in her belly, and she arched against him, pushing, not sure where it was going just wanting it. Her toes curled into the sheets, one hand twisted with his, the other holding him to her.

And then suddenly it she got there, where ever it was, and she felt like every muscle in her body was strung tight, before letting out a cry against his throat, holding tighter if that was even possible. The sensation was more than she could handle, and as it ebbed away she gripped him tightly, panting.

His lips were pressed to her jaw when it happened and for a split second he wasn't really sure what to do. Thankfully instinct set in before he could overthink anything, keeping his hand pressed against her with hers holding it, though his fingers did slow down. His breath was heavy against her skin despite her being the one who just reached her peak, mind fuzzy with the thought that that just happened.

"Katniss..." he breathes out quietly, lifting his head a little so he could properly see her.

She stared up at him, her grey eyes heavy as she tried to get herself back down in her own body. The night wasn't threw, she didn't want it to end but...that had been intense.

"That was...wow." She said, when she finally had some breath to use. Her body moved against him, still aware of how hard he was, still knowing there was a lot more to come.

"Y-Yeah..." he agreed with her. "I wasn't expecting that either..."

Though when she moved he suddenly became aware of the fact that he was still aroused and pressed against her. The grinding made him groan and press down again, wanting so much but not wanting to rush either of them into it. "K-Katniss..." He wasn't sure how to ask, how to proceed with what they both knew they were going to do.

Starting to come back down, Katniss looked up at him, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Everything felt warm, and heavy, and good.

And she wanted him to feel the same way. It took a moment to gather up the courage, to try to figure out what she was doing, but finally she push back on his shoulders gently.

"Lay back Peeta..."

A slight sense of panic set in when she said that, not for himself but out of concern for her.

"Are you sure? We don't have to. You don't have to, I mean. I already... we... if it's too much..."

He had never in his life stumbled over so many words.

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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...

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