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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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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.

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.

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.

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..."

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..."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Another little gasp of air, another jerk of her hips forward to meet his. Twisting up, finding new sensation after new sensation.

She didn't want this to end. Not just because the real world held nothing good for them, but because this was new and wonderful, and she wanted to just explore it, ever sensation, every touch.

But she already felt something coil up, tightening up in her belly.

His own limit was building up rather quickly, especially once realizing Katniss was enjoying this too. Or so he hoped. He was pretty sure she would not let him continue this long if she wasn't.

Oh, he was thinking too much.

Think less, feel more; that's what this was supposed to be about.

With less tension and a quicker pace, he moved with as much abandon as he could allow himself like this, lips finding hers again and again whenever they could with breathless murmurs of her name. His body felt like it was on fire with pleasure and his thrusts became erratic, jerky almost. He was unable to give her any warning before he was hiding his face against her shoulder with a cry, orgasm hitting him hard though he continued to move inside her, against her, not wanting this feeling to ever end.

As his movements became more intense, it pushed her over the edge, and she gripped him tight as everything came crashing down. Every muscle felt like it was drawn tight, like she was about to be pulled apart, and it hurt but it also felt more amazing than she had ever even imagined.

He was still moving in her as her body relaxed, heavy and warm. She held him close, watching with fascination as his own climax came over him, watching the way his face moved, feeling something swelling in her, something very different.

This was right, and no matter what happened tomorrow, it would never be again. Clutching him again her shoulder, panting, she buried her face against him. This wasn't enough, and it was all they would ever have.

There was nothing more perfect than this moment, he was convinced, and he intended to keep it a warm memory in his mind for as long as possible; for the nights that would undoubtedly seem endless.

His body was still thrumming with undeniable pleasure and he didn't want to move away, not now, though he did eventually slow to a stop. Their breathing was loud and labored and he felt too hot and sweaty and their skin stuck together, but he didn't care. He gently relaxed on top of her, murmuring her name in such a happy daze.

Curling into him, she chuckled at the sound of his voice, the feeling it more than hearing it.

The night was something she wanted to hold on to, but she was warm, and heavy, and she could already feel sleep pushing at the edges of her mind. Her lips found his skin, kissing over it, pressing close to him.

She knew this would be her last time to tell him something, possibly. But she didn't want to say anything wrong. Let this be his last memory of her.

With a shift he slipped out of her and laziness took over once again. It was an odd feeling and it made his stomach squirm with something akin to loss, though he brushed the thought off as silly and due to his nerves about tomorrow, his general exhaustion.

Moving off of her so she could rest well, he laid down on his side, pressed up against her with an arm around her waist. He looked happy, unable to take his eyes off of her. She was practically glowing.

She pressed close, winding an arm around his chest, and feeling his breath come and go.

"Goodnight..." She murmured softly, hesitating. It would be easy to say now, but she didn't want him to think she had just said it because they were going to die. Even given tonight, this was...more.

It had to be real, and this was real but...but she didn't want him to doubt it when she said it. Even if it meant she never did.

"Good night," he returned, tired but content, and even as his eyes began to betray his desire to stay up, he fought against it to keep her in his gaze, to keep this memory burnt within for as long as he could.

One of his hands reached up to brush a few stray hairs from her face, pushing them back and behind her ear, before his arm settled around her again. It was then that he couldn't keep sleep at bay any longer which, in retrospect, was probably a good thing. He wouldn't have been able to sleep for a moment otherwise with thoughts of tomorrow lingering in his mind...

So instead he went to sleep with the image of her, with this loving feeling of warmth, even if it would be a temporary reprieve.

((We can delete this, but I can only plurk from my phone rn so it is not the best for plurking atm.

We had discussed jumping forward to after the games, and possible baby plot, cause it's our psl and haters to the left. Did you still wanna do that, or where do you wanna go from here?))

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

spoilers gosh!!!

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

I think it was him saying he was going crazy lol

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I'M ALIVE oiahdiaadh

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

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now I have porny icons >3

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

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OOC

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