changed the lyrics because I can

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She didn't want to let any doors shut between them. Because if they did, she knew she wouldn't be seeing Peeta till the cornucopia. And that couldn't happen.

So here they were, standing awkwardly in the bathroom of her quarters in the Tribute suite. Because they both needed to wash the day away, but neither of them wanted to approach the elephant in the room of showering...without doors closing between them. At least Katniss didn't, and she assumed Peeta didn't.

Hopefully the Capitol wouldn't lock one of them in the shower all night. But really, she wouldn't be surprised right now.

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[bakersson]

Although he hadn't reached that peak she had so far, he was more than happy to take things gradually. This helped loosen them up anyway and get used to the idea of doing this all the way, together. Together was the most important part.

Her touch made him feel much more relaxed, one of his own hands sliding against her thigh encouragingly. "I can... use my fingers first. It might help to uh... get used to it."

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Taking a deep breath, she nodded, not sure if she could verbalize her agreement. The idea of Peeta's fingers there again...yeah she wanted that.

Shifting her legs, she let her thighs open more for him, pressing her face against his arm.

[bakersson]

He was able to shift between her legs more comfortingly now and his movements had more confidence behind them now that they had become more relaxed with one another. It was still tense and that heavy burden of what was expected to come next still hung over them, but Peeta was sure that they would be fine. They would take it slow.

Another soft kiss was left on her lips, repeating the action over and over as his fingers teased a trail down between her legs again, sliding down her sex with more ease. He didn't want to hurt her, had no idea how much experience she had with anything inside her... so he took his time, letting her get used to the feeling of being touched down there again first.

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Her experience was limited to tonight. The few times she had felt this tight, hot feeling she had always pushed it away, clamped her thighs together and tried to ignore it.

And she had no idea it could lead to all this.

A small moan escape her lips as his fingers pressed into her, and she tried hard not to grind down on them, to let him move slowly. It felt so good, and at the same time so strange, so new.

[bakersson]

Lasting this long without release was slowly driving him crazy but he wouldn't rush and ruin things now, definitely not. His heart was pounding wildly and he hoped the surprise from all of this wasn't still on his face, especially now that... he had a part of him inside her and it was so new and strange yet he knew this was right for them. They'd never get another chance to be this intimate.

It was only a finger but enough to have him kissing all over her skin again, murmuring her name and asking if it was okay, if he should keep going. When he didn't hear any protests, he began to move, slowly experimenting with the feeling of easing it in and out of her, careful to pay attention to her reactions. If something was bad he wouldn't continue it.

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The feeling took a bit to get use to. Part of her wanted to pull away, to get away from this invasion of her body. But the pleasure it gave her, hot and sharp, pooling in her belly...she didn't want that to end.

Her hands slid all over him, trying to find a place to be. Finally one settled over his wrist, not adding any pressure, just feeling the movements of his hand. She buried her face against him, small pants and moans escaping her lips.

"God, Peeta..." She murmured.

[bakersson]

That was a good sound, right? It sounded like one to him. He had to keep reminding himself to breathe as he kept moving his finger slowly, palm occasionally brushing up against the rest of her and against her pelvis. The angle was slightly awkward and his arm had never moved this way before but her moans and sounds of pleasure were worth it.

His lips trailed soft kisses up toward her ear, gently brushing against the lobe. "A-Another?"

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Another? She twisted her head to look over at him, browns knitting together in confusion, before it dawned on her.

Another. Yes, she wanted another. She nodded, letting her head fall back.

[bakersson]

He was thankful she got it, not sure how he'd be able to put that into more detailed words without turning into a tomato again. But there it was.

He peppered a few gentle kisses along her chin and jaw before moving his finger out and slowly pushing in two inside of her, his own breath hitching a bit at the feeling, hoping he wasn't hurting her too badly. Peeta wasn't sure what the limits were to this, figuring them out with Katniss together.

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Again, there was the strange, pleasant feelings. Full, and stretching, and tingling but not bad. Her hips moved, trying to find the best angle, to help him, gasping as it brought new sensations from the long, strong fingers currently in her.

And that thought sent red racing to her cheeks. Peeta's fingers were inside her. And a lot more was going to be soon.

[bakersson]

He continued for as long as he could stand it, until he could feel her relaxing beneath him and... around him, which was making him feel light headed with disbelief by that thought alone. His head pulled up to look at her again, lips dragging small kisses along her skin on the way.

"I..." He still wasn't sure how to ask, how to take this to that next big step. There was no going back now really and neither of them wanted to. "I think I'm going crazy..." was what he managed to get out, chuckling quietly.

not yet, that's like...another book away dude.

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Nodding, her hands moved up, catching his face between her palms, pressing their lips together as she shifted under him. Trying to find what she thought, what she hoped was a good position. To pull him closer, to make this...work.

"We...come..." She gave up, having no idea what to say here.

spoilers gosh!!!

[bakersson]

Her words had him lifting a curious brow at her, a slight smirk of amusement playing on his lips.

He was pretty sure she didn't mean to make that sound like it did to him but given the circumstances and, well, the fact that he was still touching her like that...

No, no, he wouldn't say anything. Peeta simply kept on smiling and kissed her on the lips again and again. When he slowly removed his fingers and shifted so he could properly lay on top of her with his arms on either side, he looked to her again, one last glance of reassurance.

I love you.

"Slowly..."

I forgot what my tag line original said. I thought the spoiler was that they'd come. XD

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She nodded, and pressed her thighs against his. The feeling of skin on skin was blissful, wonderful, and she wanted to have this contact, more of it.

Which, she supposed, she was about to. Her cheeks were warm, and she pressed her face against his shoulder, trying to prepare herself for something she wasn't even sure of.

"Yes..."

I think it was him saying he was going crazy lol

[bakersson]

Peeta dipped his head in to kiss her shoulder again, hips arching up as he tried his best to... position himself, reaching down with one hand as he awkwardly angled his hips and pushed against her. It took a few more awkward seconds of fumbling, not exactly the most suave or romantic start, but this was... new to him!

Eventually, he got there. Once the head of his arousal pressed against her, things felt... right, and he was able to push inside slowly. So slowly. Both out of nerves and inexperience, but also from how amazing it felt. He didn't want to go overboard already.

Both hands fisted the sheets beside her as he gasped and buried his face further against her neck and shoulder, arching down now until he was at least halfway inside of her. He had to stop for a moment to grow accustomed to the new, amazing, warm feeling, a shudder running down his spine followed by a quiet groan.

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The sensation was strange, and new, and she tried not to squirm away from it.

It wasn't bad. It actually felt good. But different. So different than anything she had ever felt. Full, and heavy, and she just gripped Peeta tightly, holding him in place, not quite ready for him to move yet.

She suddenly realized she was holding her breath, and let it out slowly, head falling back.

[bakersson]

He wasn't moving at all once settled, heart beating so quickly against his chest and probably her own as well, his entire body tingling with pleasurable sensations that had been so foreign to him until now. This was so different than being alone or anything his brothers could have taught him.

Taking a deep breath, he left a soft kiss to her neck, arms tense and shaking from the anticipation and excitement of all this. But he had to make sure she was okay.

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Feeling him tremble...she didn't know why, but it made something settle in her. This was alright. They were in this together. Always together.

She turned her head to catch is lips, pulling his weight fully on top of her and slowly, very slowly, rocking her hips up. Trying to feel what was right, do this right.

I'M ALIVE oiahdiaadh

[bakersson]

The kiss made it easier to concentrate, something warm and familiar and special to him. The feeling of her lips. They were always comforting, whether they were on camera or not.

Her movement also helped catch his attention, inhaling sharply through his nose before he rocked down to meet the angle of her hips when she pushed up. The friction was... amazing and it only made him moan again, a pant of pleasure ghosting over her lips before he was kissing her again; another rock of his hips with it.

I was worried you had died and been replaced by a clone on plurk

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There was a sharp feeling, a stretch, but already she was becoming accustom to it. The feeling of Peeta inside her.

At that thought, her thighs tensed around him, holding him in her, letting that sink in, before she relaxed back again.

Looking up at him, she took his face between her hands, watching him as her hips rolled up again. Watching his face, his reactions.

[bakersson]

It was difficult to hold back anything - or want to - but he was doing his best, not wanting to rush this or suddenly wake up and realize it wasn't actually happening. That would have been disappointing.

She certainly felt real though, more than he could have ever hoped for, as real as her gaze on him right now or the soft breathing between the both of them that rang loudly to his ears in the otherwise unoccupied room.

He looked back, stayed close, only shifting again when it seemed like it was okay to move again, move with her as she rolled her hips up and wow that was... something else. It pulled another moan out of him and he shuddered, suddenly too embarrassed to look her right in the eyes from how unexpected that had been.

now I have porny icons >3

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The expressions that moved across his face...it was almost as intoxicating as the sensations she herself was feeling. The way he looked at her, away from her.

Because of this?

She moved again, trying to figure out how the best way to move was, which muscles to use. How to make him look like that again.

fufufu~ I still... don't, sob

[bakersson]

Every movement was feeling overwhelming, both through his inexperience and excitement in being with her. This was a world beyond anything he ever thought they would experience together, and he was mentally remembering every movement, every touch of her lips and hands on his skin, the quiet sounds they would make together. Who knew how long he had left to cherish a moment like this? He could be dead in less than twelve hours for all he knew.

It took a while to find a rhythm but soon he was moving with her less awkwardly, resting on his forearms as his fingers clung to the bedding or touched the ends of her hair, moving again to kiss her jaw and lips softly, the roll of his hips as careful as ever.

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Whatever pain remained was easing away, and as Katniss found a rythym, she became much more sure of her body, of all of this. And as she became sure, she started seeking it out, seeking more pleasure. Pushing up her hips, nipping and kissing along his shoulders.

"Peeta..." She moaned, arching up to meet a thrust that hit something particular hot and sharp with pleasure.

[bakersson]

The way she moaned his name was more than enough for him, probably better than anything else. He had never heard her like this and he probably never would again, but so help him... he would remember it.

His fingers twisted into the ends of her hair more, sighing out a groan of her name in return as he tried to repeat the movement that caused her to react, pulling out slowly before thrusting forward a little quicker than he has been so far.