One year after the end of the Districtvision Song Contest that saw the victory of Peeta and Katniss.

A little bit of fun - Jitterbug, indeed.

Written for bandathebillie's birthday on Tumblr !
Thank you to the awesome xerxia for her beta skills !

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She heard his laugh as soon as she entered their apartment - rich, in his deep voice, with something childish still, reminding her of their time at school when she would pretend he didn't exist. Try and fail.

She followed the sound until she reached their bedroom, leaning on the doorjamb, taking in the scene in front of her.

On the bed, several bags were lined up, all with "The Green Room" signature on them, a sure sign that Effie had succeeded in her mad project. After getting away from being an escort for the Districtvision Song Contest, she had helped Cinna in the marketing of his and Portia's brand, all the while wanting to create her own touch. The result of which was now spread on the bed, Peeta opening bag after bag and taking the clothes out.

Katniss walked silently, putting her arms around Peeta's waist, a small smile tugging her lips as she felt him jump in surprise as she encircled him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"So, what is this debauchery of green?" she asked, curious about the clothes on the bed, all looking like a lurid forest had taken place on the bed.

"It's not green, Katniss darling, it's 'pear', according to Effie…" Peeta answered, mimicking their favorite escort's tone.

"Well, according to me, it's pale green. Why did she send these?"

"I think she's hoping we're going to wear them …. someday?" Peeta shrugged, before digging into the bags again.

"In front of an audience?" Katniss eyes opened with surprise. Effie did not REALLY expect them to wear something like these ever?

"The note she sent…" Peeta rummaged around the clothes displayed in front of them before finding an envelope from which he extracted what looked like an invitation to a wedding. "You want me to read it to you?"

Katniss nodded, preparing herself for the worst. Or even worse than the worst. With Effie, it was always better to be prepared.

"'Dearest Katniss and Peeta - Or should I say, dearest Everlark' and it's followed by at least ten exclamation marks… " Peeta tried to go on without bursting out laughing. "'I had the brightest idea that you should wear the clothes from the Green Room collection, seeing how fitting the name is with the next Districtvision! I'm sure you will find something you love, and if not, I still have tons of clothes just for the both of you! Lovely love, lovebirds! xoxo,' and the signature is Effie-esque … lots of flourish thingies. I'm pretty sure she perfumed it too". He handed her the letter, on which Katniss recognized Effie's trademark signature. Then she realized something was all over her fingers.

"And she added glitter too… I don't know what her parents fed her when she was a kid, really. How can someone live for glitter ?"

She tried to get rid of the sparkling thingies stuck to her fingers before looking at the clothes that covered the whole quilt her mom had made for them, as a housewarming present when she and Peeta moved in together.

"What did she send?" Katniss asked, as she started to sort the feminine ones in categories (too short, too revealing, too colorful). "Peeta?" she asked, as she saw her boyfriend hiding one of the packages away. "What's in the bag?"

She saw the blush appearing on his cheeks before he answered. "You don't want to know, really."

"Peeta….." She was quicker than he was - she knew it, he knew it - but he still tried to keep the bag away from her prying hands. Unsuccessfully.

"So, what did she send?" Katniss looked inside the bag, removing the silken wrapping protecting the clothing and dropping it carelessly on the bed to get a better view of what was underneath. "Oh, she didn't?"

She turned to Peeta, pointing out the bag with one hand.

"She sent them back! Yellow and violet !"

"Lavender and dandelion, Darling" said Peeta with his voice as high as possible.

"And she expects us to wear those for Districtvision?"

"Apparently."

"She knows we're wearing Cinna and Portia's clothes, right?" Katniss added, looking at the two garment bags hanging from the large wardrobe. "I'm not wearing these …. what are they? Panties? She can't call them shorts, right?"

Peeta laughed. "It's Effie! In her mind maybe they are completely fashionable and irresistible pants, you know?" he said, taking another bag, from which he extracted only one tee shirt, in a lovely shade of yellow.

"She's frightening." Katniss said, seriously.

"She is. And apparently, there's only one tee shirt," Peeta checked the size before handing it to her "which means she either forgot mine, or wants me to go shirtless. Knowing Effie…."

"She wants you to go shirtless… did you see how she ogled Mans last year?" Katniss could feel her scowl creeping up her cheeks at the thought of Effie wanting to see her boyfriend half naked. "I'm the only one who can see you naked, capisce?"

She walked towards Peeta, grabbing the infamous tee shirt from his extended hand, before rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his mouth.

"Give me that, I need to get rid of it." She added, walking away from the bedroom.

After closing the door on Peeta's laughter, she looked at the clothes in her hands, an idea forming in her brains. What if?

She smirked, before heading into the bathroom.

She exited a few minutes later, all dressed in bright yellow, her legs made longer by the tiny shorts Effie thought were appropriate, her upper half tucked into a very form-fitting top. Very see through, too, despite the color of the fabric.

There was no way Katniss would ever wear that on a stage. Never.

But here, in the comfort of their house, hidden away from prying eyes…. She quickly went to the shoe cabinet, put on her pair of (very) high heeled nude sandals before releasing her hair from her usual braid, knowing full well Peeta enjoyed them loose on her shoulders.

She took a deep breath, then opened the door.

She wasn't prepared for what she saw.

The only thought that came to her mind was that lavender wasn't really Peeta's color.

As for the rest … on the other side of the door, Peeta had had the same idea, dressing up in the tiny lavender booty shorts he must have found in one of the bags.

Katniss looked at him, never tiring of his broad shoulders, muscular but not too muscular, his defined arms on which she could spend hours tracing the veins and sinews knowing full well what it did to him.

But today, her mouth watered at the sight of the lavender shorts, hugging his ass like a second skin, with the added bonus of sparkles. Lifting her eyes to meet his, she was startled by what she saw inside. Hunger. Desire. Fever.

So raw it made her shiver, made goosebumps rise on her arms, made her lick her lips - which never failed to make Peeta do the same, as a prelude of what they both knew was coming.

Katniss walked inside the bedroom, swaying her hips exaggeratedly, focused on Peeta's eyes turning a darker shade. She stopped a mere foot from him.

"One thing can be said about Effie, though - she has an eye for the right size," she said, as she lifted her hand, starting to trace the lines of muscle on Peeta's chest with her index finger.

She could feel him clenching as she let her finger wander up the line of his pecs, onto his shoulder. Then she moved around him, still tracing every ridge and plane she could find with her finger.

His back always fascinated her. She could spend hours watching the play of muscles under his fair skin, the motion of the freckles on his shoulders, the line of his spine until it reached the hem of his boxers - she was mesmerized.

Every time she saw him naked she was amazed by his body - but today, this was something else.

She now understood why Effie wanted him to wear these pink shorts.

Katniss could feel the now familiar hunger for him building up in her belly. And if she could guess, it would make every woman watching them hunger for him. Vote for him.

"She's good, yeah." He answered, turning to face her again. "But you could wear a size down…."

Katniss stopped, looking at the blouse she was wearing, straightening the material on her chest.

On purpose.

Knowing his eyes would be riveted on her chest.

"You think so?" she asked playfully, her finger starting a new route, from her chin to her sternum. "Wouldn't it be too tight in a size down?" she could play the shy ingenue when she wanted.

She loved foreplay.

"Or maybe, I should just …" She didn't finish, her hands fishing for the hem of the shirt before she just took it off.

"Oh god, Kat…" were the only words she heard before Peeta's mouth was on hers, hot, needy, sweet and warm.

His hands were everywhere too - she could feel them on her waist, grazing the side of her now bare breast - she might have forgotten to put a bra on - in her hair, on the curve of her back, on her thighs - everywhere but where she wanted them.

Chest to chest, skin on skin, glittery shorts to glittery shorts, moans answering to whimpers, hands discarding clothing in practiced movement, until there wasn't any barrier between them.

With a perfect move born of years and years of wrestling, Peeta had them on the bed, in the middle of the Green Room clothing bags, but Katniss couldn't find it in herself to care even the slightest. And from the look in Peeta's eyes, she could see he didn't either.

The gentleman in him, though was never too far, and he pushed the bags away from Katniss, laying her on her back, her black hair crowning her like a halo, a contrast to the clear grey of her eyes shining in the light of the day.

"You are so beautiful…." Peeta whispered, taking his time to look at every part of her. She could feel his eyes lingering on the curve of her neck where the slender and supple olive skin met the pulsing veins, just under the surface, or the valley between her breasts, heaving under her quick breaths, the muscles of her belly, her legs, long for days in those damn heels that she knew were his undoing each time she wore them.

But it was her arms as they moved above her head, stretching her whole body that mesmerized him the most and she realized how such a simple gesture was a gift, for him only. She offered herself to him only - the soft curves and smooth skin were only his to discover, only for his hands or his lips to get lost in, only for his ears were the moans and whimpers that came out of her lips, only he could discover the pleasure of being inside of her.

Because she had decided to give him all of herself.

To open herself under the blue of Peeta's eyes, to let his hands wander the territory that was his, to let his lips discover the taste of her skin, to feel him inside of her, shattering her world over and over, as she exploded in waves of pleasure.

Jitterbug, indeed.