We sleep in the same bed at night, just like in the past that now seems so long ago. As Peeta removed my underwear, I realized all that was left between us was my bra. I wondered what he was thinking about my body right now. He looks up at me, his hands firmly gripping my breasts, mine rubbing his chest. He's rock hard, either having a dream hopefully about us or it's just one of those mornings. With a new respect for each other, we connected our lips once again. Well, the term "nightmares" doesn't exactly describe theses horrendous dreams. His eyes go wide. I feel his lips attach to my neck, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He wrapped both muscular arms around me in an embrace that was significantly comforting. It starts driving me crazy, and that coupled with his other hand down the front of my legs brings me quickly to an exhilarating orgasm. I haven't been shy from the start in saying that this, above all, is a love story between Peeta and Katniss, that it's a fun, silly interpretation, and that I LOVE writing Everlark fluff. When I decide he's taking too long, I reach behind me and unsnap the button on his pants and undo his zipper, forcefully lowering them and his boxers. I want you to kiss me while your warm come fills me up. I comply, and after a few more seconds, I feel his load expel into my mouth. His eyes opened slightly, and he blinked for them to adjust to see my face.