Notes:

Many thanks to ClandestineClemintine, Court81981, Papofglengcoe, Sponsormusings, and Fnur for pre-reading and beta work all along the way! Your cheers of encouragement, helpful suggestions, and constructive critiques were all very much appreciated!

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We move in the very next weekend, filling our new apartment with secondhand furniture, save for the brand-new bed. We've emptied our cars and the rented trailer that carried everything to Capitol City. All boxes and items have been moved into the apartment. We just need to sort it all out.

"Hey, let's put the sheets on the bed," I suggest during a water break.

"What? No, we should unpack the kitchen, bathrooms, and clothes. Classes start tomorrow, Peeta," Katniss warns.

"Yeah, later though – let's make up our new bed with our new sheets," I tease.

She smirks at me and places her water bottle down, before walking into our bedroom. She pulls the sheets out and shakes them across the bare mattress.

"Do you like the color?" she asks.

"Oh yes, they are unmistakably blue, compared to all of the dingy white sheets we've been on," I continue as I help her tuck the flat sheet into hospital corners.

As soon as we have the new pillows stuffed into their new cases and the duvet straightened out, I scoop her up and toss her onto the middle on the mattress.

"Peeta!" she exclaims and giggles.

I reach down to peel off her athletic shorts and then stretch back up for her t-shirt, laving her stomach with kisses along the way. We're both hot, sweaty messes, but I don't mind the salty tang on her skin.

"Peeta, we just made this—" she starts before I cut her off with a searing kiss.

"Bed," I finish for her and dive back in for another kiss, teasing my tongue into her mouth, "and now we're going to make it ours," I vow.

I want to make love to her with my mouth before we shake the new bed without any reservations. I take a second to admire her flushed cheeks, tousled strands that have escaped her braid, and silver eyes that are burning bright for me.

She catches me staring and laughs, 'It's all right to keep kissing me anytime you feel like-"

I cut her off with another scorching kiss. The first few are bruising in intensity, but my lip grow more slack as we tangle on the bed. I brush a stray tendril away from her face, and then take the time to drag my finger from her forehead down the slope of her nose. I touch her swollen lower lip, rolling it to gently pry her lips apart.

She pulls my finger into her mouth to suck on it, coating it in saliva.

I resume my finger trail to her breasts, leaving behind a wet path.

She hums in appreciation.

I flick my tongue over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

She moans and arches her back.

I rid her of her underwear and she's laid out bare to me.

"Peeta...," she whines.

I dip down to inhale the headiness of her.

She grabs the sheets, twisting them in her fists in anticipation.

I tease her warm folds by tracing lines with my fingertips and then swirling my tongue.

She bucks into my face, her ass grazing my shoulder. "Ugh, take off your shirt, I want to feel your skin," Katniss says.

I strip off my t-shirt and continue to fuck her with my tongue and fingers. I latch on to her clit with my lips and curl my fingers deep within her.

Her body bows off the bed and her knuckles go white against the blue sheets. She cries out my name and the sound goes straight to my dick.

I keep my fingers bent inside her while her muscles finish pulsing around them.

She drops her body back to the bed and she releases a deep, sated sigh.

I untangle myself from her and make a beeline for my necessity bag across our bedroom. I step back to her, bringing the bag with me to pluck out a condom.

She rolls her spent body to the edge of the bed and reaches for me, "Here, let me help." She pulls my shorts and briefs down together on one effort while I stand next to the bed. My dark pink cock bobs at her eye level.

She licks her lips and takes me in her mouth. My cock glides past her teeth and I completely lose my train of thought. Everything is Katniss and nothing else matters. She brings her arm around to cup my ass and push me deeper into her mouth. The packet flits from my hands as my fingers dive into her hair. I thrust into the warmth of her mouth and am tempted to finish there. Her tongue massages my length while her lips keep me locked in place. She tugs me back into focus when she fondles my balls. I definitely need to get that condom on right now.

I ease out of her wet suction and rip open the foil square.

She places a sloppy kiss on my red tip, teasing the weeping slit with her tongue.

Her hands take over in rolling it down my cock and pinching the reservoir.

A moment passes between us. Even after all of the sex we've had up to this point, this is the first chance to be together under our own roof and on our own time.

Her eyes flicker to mine and I see a fire ignite in the depths of her grey irises. She's decided what she wants next.

She swings around to her perch on the bed on her knees and elbows, rubbing her rump against my cock.

I grasp her hips and slide into her. Once I'm all the way in, I feel the weight of the moment released in our guttural moans. There's comfort in knowing the door is locked and it will just be us. Even more so in knowing that when I pull all the way out and propel back into her, we'll be able to do this again and again here, together. That her cries and groans as I repeatedly fill her will echo around our walls as she clenches her own around me.

She bears down, pushing hard back into me, snapping my hips to meet hers in a dance we know well. I reach around to graze her clit, barely rubbing it before she starts releasing breathy moans and popping off my hip thrusts.

I concentrate on her, knowing that my own release is near. I focus on the curve of her lower back, the sweat dotted across her olive skin, and the quiet beat of her braid against her shoulder. Her forehead drops to the bed, and I feel her muscles squeezing me sequentially, head to base. The effect is instantaneous and I speed up my ministrations. Her moans are muffled and her hip continue to undulate into mine until I feel her tense completely. She comes with a whimper and I follow her a moment later. I fall to her side and cradle her back to me.

"We're really doing this together. Real or not real?" I whisper into her shoulder, between kisses.

"Real," she tells me.

We eventually christen every hard and soft surface in the apartment over the following weeks: the kitchen counter, the fridge, the dining room table, the couch – but our favorite is our very own bed.

The End

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