Katniss had always thought Professor Mellark was a good-looking man. With his blonde quaffed hair speckled with silver at the temples, the professor has a distinguished but playful look about him. There has always been a glimpse of youth in his eyes, which must've been what drew Katniss to his classes. Art History wasn't Katniss' major but as soon as she saw Prof. Mellark she knew she had to take his class even if it was just to see him twice a week. There were only eight students in her class so as a Political Science major, Katniss stood out like a sore thumb.

Peeta Mellark had been teaching at Panem State for nine years and yet he felt as if it had been his entire life. The semesters of droning on about Monet this and Degas that had taken a toll on his energy he had never imagined. That all changed the day Katniss Everdeen walked into his classroom. She had a quiet but intriguing quality about her, like she didn't belong there but wouldn't want to be anywhere else. It wasn't until after she submitted her midterm paper that Peeta realized she wasn't even in the Art major let alone she was a Political student. She really didn't belong, but Peeta couldn't imagine his classroom without her in it.

Peeta had sensed the tension he felt for Katniss also existed in her as well. As Peeta lectured he would move about the classroom and interact with his students. Most of the time it would be simply asking questions and responding to the students concerns or thoughts. But when it came to Katniss, their interactions were electric. When Peeta walked around the room he would take every opportunity to graze Katniss' arm or place a hand on her shoulder. He made it a point in his day to make sure he came close enough to feel the softness of her skin underneath his fingers. Each time he would subtly make contact with Katniss, Peeta would notice the way Katniss straightens up and the goose flesh stand up on her neck. Somehow he knew that Katniss felt the electricity.

Katniss had always noticed how Professor Mellark would pay special attention to her in class. Taking the opportunities to pat her on the shoulder or run his fingers across her hand as he handed out papers. At first she didn't know how to react to these advances Prof. Mellark was making. However after a few days of these moves Katniss realized she was enjoying those little moments together they shared. She felt the hair on her neck raise every time he got close to her. So badly she wanted to reciprocate and grasp his hand just for a second to feel her skin set ablaze. She would catch herself day dreaming in class what it would feel like to have his lips on hers, how they would move, the pressure of him crashing into her. The idea of being close to him let alone being touched by him in places she never dreamed drove her crazy.

The day after the students returned from spring break Peeta decided would be a good day to give back the grades on the midterm papers, effectively ruining the buzz of happiness the students felt coming back from their hormone filled beaches and binge drinking parties. As he handed the papers to the students Peeta's heart swelled with pride when he saw their smiles fall. AT least that was until he had to hand back Ms. Everdeen's paper. Peeta laid the paper face down on her desk as he walked by knowing that her grade wasn't anywhere near satisfactory. Watching her face fill with disappointment broke his heart. She was bright but she just didn't have the eye for understanding the course. Once Peeta had returned all of the papers he returned to the front of the room and began his lecture. Today was a review of Impressionism.

The lecture ended but the feeling of sadness in the pit of Katniss' stomach remained. The hour had ended but she just sat in her seat as the rest of her classmates left the room. How was she going to fix this? She thought to herself. Maybe she could just ask Professor Mellark for some assistance or for extra credit. She decided that the extra credit idea would be her best bet. Just before Prof. Mellark was about to leave the room she stopped him. "Professor Mellark, may I ask you a question?" Katniss nervously squeaked out. "Of course" Peeta's voice resonated low in his chest, "But Katniss, you're the only one who still calls me Professor. Please just call me, Peeta." He says with a chuckle. Katniss could feel her face flush "Ok. Peeta." She said. "Now, what was your question?" Peeta asked with a small crooked smile. Katniss felt a familiar feeling of warmth she hadn't felt in a long time before she finally answered him. "My question is about my paper. I know I didn't get a good grade and I'm not asking for you to change it, but rather if I can earn some extra credit to offset the points?" Peeta stood there for a moment and pondered the request. No one had ever bothered to take his class seriously enough to ask for extra credit. As he thought about her request, Peeta noticed the way Katniss' breast moved up and down as she breathed in and out, patiently waiting for his answer. After a moment Peeta decided he wouldn't ever have this chance again and thought the benefits outweighed the risks so he responded half-jokingly "I only give out extra credit opportunities when I can get something in return, so its rare that I ever give students the chance. But my mind could be swayed if you were convincing enough." He said with a wink and a step closer to Katniss. He expected Katniss to move away from him but instead she step into him further and he could see the fire ignite in her eyes.

Peeta couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face and Katniss noticed. Feeling embarrassed Katniss backed away and rubbed the place on her arm that Peeta just touched. Nervously Peeta ran his hands through his blonde hair and walked back into the classroom to sit on a nearby table. Katniss didn't move but followed him with her eyes. She wasn't offended by his brazenness but rather turned on by it. If that's how she was going to get her extra credit, then that's how she'll get it. Peeta doesn't move from his place on the table as Katniss walks to him slowly. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes, so name it." Katniss purrs as she slowly places her hand on Peeta's thigh and slowly slinks closer to Peeta. A moment of better sense passes through Peeta's mind, knowing that Katniss is a student and it is strictly against university policy to engage in a relationship with a student, but who said anything about a relationship. He pushed the thoughts of getting in trouble out of his head as he grasped the sides of Katniss' face in his hands as he pulled her into him. His lips hit her mouth with such fervor that Katniss nearly lost her footing but stabled herself by bracing her hands against Peeta's chest. Taking note of how incredibly toned he was underneath his dress shirt Katniss wandered his chest with her fingertips as they passionately explored each other's mouths.

Suddenly Peeta breaks the kiss and it leaves Katniss wanting so much more. Peeta stands from his position on the table and walks to the classroom door. Without saying a word Katniss knows exactly what Peeta is doing. He closes the door and slides the lock into position. Katniss stands waiting by the table and when Peeta turns to make eye contact with her once more he says in his ever so sexy husky voice "Sit", she knows what he wants. She slides herself up onto the table and mentally pats herself on the back for wearing her one and only skirt to class today. Slowly Peeta returns to Katniss, standing in front of her, not breaking the heated gaze. Gently Peeta places his hands on her knees but before he could do any more Katniss has already started spreading her legs apart, exposing the most sensitive and eager part of her body. She craves Peeta so badly; she can feel the heat building below from just the way Peeta lowers his eyes from her face, to her chest heaving with anticipation. Without saying a word Katniss lifts her hands to the buttons on her black top. Undoing one by one she reveals the dark lace bra she wore unknowing that she would find herself here with Peeta. Her breathing intensifies when Peeta leans down and places soft and gentle kiss along her neck and down her clavicle. She snakes her fingers through Peeta's hair as he plants kisses one by one down her chest. He places one hand on the small of her back and brings her closer to him effectively pressing their bodies together. With his other hand, Peeta gently cups her breast, rolling his thumb over her taut nipple sending shivers up her spine. Katniss lets out a small but willing moan as she feels his budding erection through his trousers press against her center. Not being able to take his tortuous kisses any more Katniss tightens her grip on his hair and lifts his face to hers. One brief moment of intensity passes and then the heat between them becomes more than either one can handle. They crash into each other, their lips parting to allow the other into their mouth.

Katniss slides her hands from Peeta's hair down his neck and over his broad shoulders to his chest. Fervently she unbuttons Peeta's shirt to reveal his chest. She slides the shirt of his chest and shoulders and she hears it hit the floor. Peeta snakes his hands around Katniss and pulls her closer again, exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue. The heat of his mouth against hers ignites the first once more in her body. Peeta pulls Katniss to the edge of the table, just far enough that she isn't falling off. He steps back and breaks the kiss and Katniss tries to pull him back in. "No" he whispers. Katniss worries that he is having second thoughts about this tryst they're sharing. "I won't say anything, Peeta." She tells him nervously. "I know," he replies coolly, "I just wanted to take a good long look at you before get the privilege of fucking you senseless." A wicked smile travels across Katniss' face as she lifts her hips to invite Peeta in and remove the soaking wet cotton panties that wait under her khaki skirt. Tantalizingly slow, Peeta slides her panties down her silky soft legs and she kicks them off once they reach her feet. Fully prepared for Peeta to return to kissing her Katniss leans forward only to be surprised when Peeta slowly lowers to his knees. With his hands placed gently on her hips Peeta begins placing warm wet kisses up her thigh. Moving closer and closer to her center Katniss can feel her racing pulse in her ears as she whimpers "Please" and Peeta complies with her one word request. He plants one kiss on her slit just before she opens her legs as wide as they go. Bracing herself against the table Katniss feels Peeta's tongue escape his lips and begins tracing circles around her slit just before finding her bud. He grips her hips tighter as he slips his tongue inside of her, just for a second. The sensation startles Katniss, she had never felt it before and it excited her. Slowly Peeta returns to circling her small bud of nerves, her climax building ever so quickly. She hadn't noticed that he removed one of his hands from her hips before she felt a finger slip inside of her. She gasped at the tension and released a moan she didn't know she was concealing. Katniss could feel the smirk crawl across Peeta's face knowing he had done something right. The circling continued as Peeta slipped another finger inside Katniss and then his tongue slowed. Katniss opened her mouth to protest but the curving of Peeta's fingers inside her, hitting her most sensitive spot, silenced her. She could feel her climax begin to roll through her body, "Don't stop" she whined. Peeta flicked his tongue against her bud as he continued rubbing her spot with his finger like he was stoking a fire within Katniss. With a shudder Katniss felt her orgasm roll over her like the earthquake it was. Her mind went blank for only a moment but in that moment Peeta had stood up. Once Katniss locked on his gaze, Peeta ran his middle finger along his bottom lip gathering the last drops Katniss had left there for him. With a wink and a smirk Peeta placed the finger in his mouth and sucked ever last bit of her off his fingertip.

Even though Katniss had just felt the earth shattering results of Peeta Mellark she wanted, no, needed more of him. I slid from her spot on the table and stood facing inches from Peeta's face. Lowering her gaze from his lustful eyes she settled her eyes on his trousers where she began twisting her fingers around his belt, pulling him in close as she unbuckles it. Katniss lets his trousers drop to his ankles to reveal his rock hard erection trying so desperately to escape from its cotton prison. Before she frees Peeta's cock she places her hand on it and gently strokes it through his boxer briefs. Finally in control of his arousal Katniss returns his previous wink and smirk. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of Peeta's underwear and slides them down his hips effectively releasing his cock. Katniss is honestly a little surprised by the sheer mass that springs forth from the cotton but doesn't show it in her face. All she says is "On the table." Peeta turns and slides up onto the table facing Katniss. "Scoot back." Katniss leans in and whispers his ear. Peeta eagerly complies with a look in his eyes Katniss can only equate to a puppy about to get his bone.

Katniss hiked up her skirt around her hips and slowly lifts one leg then the other onto the table so she is now straddling Peeta's lap. Before lowering herself Katniss places kisses along Peeta's neck as he places his hands on her hips pushing her down. Just before she is about to slide completely over Peeta's rock hard cock she uses her teeth to nibble slightly on Peeta's earlobe, sending shivers down his neck and spine. The filling sensation Peeta gives Katniss lets a moan escape her lips and her breath leaves a cool trail down his neck. Peeta uses his hands to steady her hips as she begins moving them up and down his shaft. Katniss' second climax already building, she knows she's going to have to work hard to get Peeta there with her. Moving one hand from her hips Peeta slides the lace from over her breast and captures her nipple in his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue over her. He is not giving her much control over her own arousal but suddenly she feels Peeta's cock begin to twitch within her. He releases her breast long enough to say "Fuck, Don't stop Katniss" and throws his head back with a moan. She continues sliding her hips up and down just for a few seconds before she feels her orgasm rip through her body and not far behind her is Peeta. Together they moan out explicatives as their individual orgasms mold into one.

Katniss collapsed into Peeta's chest once regain herself from the grasp of her orgasm. A few moments pass before Katniss lifts herself from Peeta's lap and plants her wavering feet on the ground. As she rebuttoned her top and adjusted her skirt Peeta stood and began redressing himself. They stood in silence for a moment before Katniss had remembered her panties were flung across the room. She gathered them but instead of putting them back on underneath her skirt she slid them into Peeta's trouser pocket. And with a smile, Katniss picked up her bag she had left by the door and began walking away. Before she got too far from him Peeta said, "Ms. Everdeen, you earned the extra credit." Just as she was about to leave Katniss turns to Peeta and says with a quick wink "You bet I did," and left the classroom with a grin that would never fall. She didn't know what next class would bring for her but what she knew for sure was, that wouldn't be the last time she "earned" extra credit from Professor Mellark.