AN - The morning after their first night together, Katniss and Peeta re-enact his favourite kitchen fantasy. NSFW, Written as a birthday gift for xerxia31.

Peeta hummed happily in his kitchen as he cracked eggs into a bowl, followed by a little milk, oil and sugar. A generous dollop of vanilla. He whipped it into a frothy mess before adding flour, salt and baking powder and stirring it up. Making pancakes was so incredibly easy. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to use a flavourless box mix. He'd almost had a fit the first time Katniss had pulled out a box of Bisquick and suggested pancakes.

The shower turned off upstairs and he turned to flick on the coffee maker. Katniss would be down shortly.

The bacon sizzled in the oven and the batter fell to the surface of his griddle with a satisfying plop.

"Damn, it's sexy to watch you cook."

His girl wandered into the kitchen in his wrestling t-shirt and padded, barefoot, toward him. The tender look in her eyes took his breath away and sent a thrill through him. Even though her skin had been pressed up against his all night long, he was still finding it hard to believe that she was his at last. Her long, dark hair was still wet from her shower and hung loosely about her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around him from behind and she buried her face into his bare back. Her lips pressed a kiss between his shoulders.

He covered her hands with his free hand while flipping the pancakes with the other. "Good morning."

"Morning," Katniss mumbled into his back. "I woke up and you were gone."

The pancakes safely browning on their other side, Peeta lifted his arm and Katniss slid beneath it, lifting her face to his for a kiss. Her lips were still slightly swollen after making love with him all night, and her silver eyes had a dreamy quality about them he'd never seen before. "Sorry, love. You were sound asleep and I had the urge to make you breakfast." He smirked. "I figured you'd be hungry after last night."

Katniss stuck out her tongue and poked him in the side before pulling away and crossing to the coffee maker. "Those better be stellar pancakes, Mellark. We're celebrating after all."

From over his shoulder, he could see her reach up on her tiptoes for the Grumpy Cat mug. The t-shirt rose with her, exposing two soft, round cheeks. Fuck. She was naked under his shirt. His cock twitched awake.

"Peeta. Your pancakes are burning," Katniss said drily as she turned around.

Katniss chuckled, pouring her coffee, as Peeta cursed and whipped around, returning his attention to the stove. He quickly moved the cooked pancakes to the waiting plates already mounded with fresh fruit before dropping two more onto the pan. "You," he said warningly, "are distracting."

Katniss crossed to the fridge, poured a drop of milk into her coffee and stirred it slowly.

"What are we celebrating, anyway?" He knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it. Her exasperated sigh made him grin and he could feel her eyes roll behind his back.

"Um, us? Duh."

Peeta flipped the pancakes and reached into the oven to pull out the bacon. It was perfectly crisp on the parchment paper. He began to plate the bacon, slid the last two pancakes into place and turned around. "Bon appe-"

The words in his mouth floated away. While his back was turned, Katniss had hopped up on the grey granite island where she was casually sipping at her coffee. Her eyes widened over her coffee cup when she saw his expression. Peeta opened the door to the oven and slid the plates inside before stalking toward her. Katniss gave a little squeak when he took her cup from her hands placed it on the cupboard behind him and then jerked her hips to his at the edge of the counter.

"You're sitting bare-assed on my island."

She nodded. "Sorry?"

He shook his head and buried his hands in her hair before dragging his fingers through it and sweeping it off her shoulders. The tip of his tongue slipped up her neck from her collarbone to the pulse point just under her jaw. He gave her jaw a light nip and whispered into her ear. "Don't be sorry. It's like my wet dream has come to life."

Katniss gave a breathy sigh as one of his hands stroked her cheek while he blazed a trail of open mouth kisses from her ear to her mouth. His lips finally covered her own and she opened her mouth to him, sweeping her tongue along his own in the sensuous dance they'd perfected the night before.

Peeta whipped off her shirt, tossing it to the floor so that he could palm her breasts in his hands before lowering his head to the rosy tips. "Ah, Peeta!" she called, planting her hands on the counter and throwing her head back in abandon. He suckled and teased until they were hard nubs and Katniss was beginning to rock her hips against him.

"Not yet, beautiful. That's not how this particular fantasy goes." He replaced his mouth with his thumbs and forefingers, lightly rolling and plucking at her nipples as his mouth slid down her body until he was kneeling between her parted legs. His hands fell to hips and he watched her from his position on the floor, placing soft kisses on the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

Still leaning on her arms, Katniss looked down at him, the corner of her plump lower lip caught between her teeth. "So, how does it go?" she asked him in a sultry voice. Her silver eyes had grown as smokey as her voice and his cock got uncomfortably hard and he fought for control. His hands slid over her hips until his thumbs brushed at the outer lips of her glistening femininity. Her breath hitched.

Peeta said nothing, keeping his eyes on her instead. He dipped his thumb into the cleft between her legs, stroking her slowly. Her eyes closed and her head fell back in pleasure. He began to move it in slow circles around the bundle of nerves that were buried in the softness, drawing a whining noise from Katniss that made him pick up the pace. Her back dropped to the surface of the counter.

"Peeta…" she groaned. "I want… I want..." He knew she was struggling with the words, but still he waited. "Please," she gasped.

"Tell me Katniss. I'll give you anything you want if you just ask me for it."

His thumb slowed its pace and she made a frantic sound. "Do you want me to taste you?" He resumed kissing her thighs.

"Uh-huh," she whimpered.

"I'm waiting, Katniss," he teased, laving his way up her thigh. She wriggled her hips, but he held her in place. "What do you want?"

Katniss threw one arm over her eyes in surrender. "I want your mouth on me," she confessed.

He threw her legs over his shoulders and brought his mouth to her waiting core. His tongue slipped through the folds, dipping inside her before teasing her throbbing button of pleasure. When he made contact, she released a shuddering groan that caused his balls to tighten. He loved her responsiveness. In all his lust-filled daydreams of the two of them together, he'd never envisioned that she'd need him as much as he needed her. He drew her clit between his lips and she cried out. He slipped two fingers inside. She moved against them mindlessly, seeking her release. She called his name in time with his thrusts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

Unable to stand it any longer, Peeta reached into his pyjama pants and stroked himself lightly. The vibration of his groan skittered through her. Katniss's back arched off the countertop and he sucked harder while he pounded his fingers inside her. Her velvet walls clenched around his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them. He crooked his fingers inside her, stroking the sensitive spot he'd located the night before.

Katniss cried out, shattering into a million pieces as she fell against his countertop again, her breast heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Peeta rose above her and was reaching for the waistband of his pants, ready to bury himself inside her, when a flashing light went off in his head.

No protection. Shit. Fuck. Damn.

"Katniss, we've got to take this upstairs. I don't have a condom down here."

Katniss waved an arm at him weakly. "You go. I don't have any bones in my body right now. I'll wait here."

Peeta left the kitchen on a run, racing through the living room and taking the stairs two at a time to his room. The bed was still a tumbled mess from the night before, but thankfully an extra condom was still in its foil wrapper on the bedside table. He seized it and scrambled back downstairs where he found Katniss slipping off the countertop and reaching for her shirt.

"Oh no," he scolded, tossing the shirt out of reach. "That stays off." She protested but he simply drew her into his arms and dropped kisses on her shoulders before framing her face in his hands and drawing her mouth to his.

"This is my favourite fantasy," he reminded her when he finally released her lips. "You. In my kitchen. In our house."

Katniss gave him a look. "If I stay naked, then you need to get those pants off now." Peeta hastily pulled them off, and his erection sprang free, bobbing against his belly. His hands glided down Katniss back. Cupping her bottom in his hands, he lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he turned until she was perched on the edge of the counter.

"I need to be inside you."

Katniss nodded. "I'll allow it."

Peeta quickly rolled on the condom and soon he moving inside her. She was soft and wet. Her muscles wrapped around him tightly and it felt so damn good. He picked up speed and Katniss tilted her hips into just the right position, moaning as the shaft of his penis stimulated her clit. He followed the sound of her voice down a tunnel of mindless pleasure where only instinct and bliss remained. He felt his balls tighten and knew his release was imminent.

"I love you," he called out, and his world exploded as he spilled into the condom. When he was spent, he hoisted her safely onto the counter and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. Finally being free to love her openly, the way she deserved, was overwhelming. How had they gone all this time without finding a way to be together? Making love to her was an experience like no other. They were made for each other.

After a few minutes, Katniss spoke. "I'm never going to look at this countertop the same way again."

He chuckled. "Next time, I'll climb up there with you."

Katniss giggled. "Next time, I'll let you."

"And that's how I know you're the one for me, Katniss. That's never going to change."

He felt her smile against his neck. "I know. I love you too."