Katniss

I walk into the studio and notice Peeta standing alone at the other side of the room. I start walking over to him and he looks up at me.

"Didn't you hear?" He asks. "They cancelled today."

"Then why are you here?" I ask.

"I don't know," he says. "Seemed like a quiet place for me to think but then, you showed up." I look down and take a step back.

"I'm sorry about everything," I say. "About what I did."

"Don't worry about it," he says.

"But I do worry about it," I say softly as I sit on the piano bench. "I made a joke out of your feelings by what I did. I tried to sleep with you because I was drunk and I knew you wouldn't leave me alone."

"Katniss, I just want to, if I were to do that with you, I wanted it to mean something other than you just being drunk and looking for a warm bed." I look at him and get up into my feet slowly.

"I'm ashamed of the girl I am when I party too much," I say.

"You need help, Katniss," he says.

"I'm trying," I say. "But I want to feel something. And sometimes, alcohol or a good romp is what it takes. And as bad as it sounds, I knew I wouldn't wake up alone in the morning. I knew that you would take care of me." I reach into my pocket and pull out the song he wrote and left in my trailer a week ago. "And this, this is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read." He blushes and looks at his shoes.

"I was, I was feeling a lot of stuff when I wrote that," he says and I smile.

"I know," I say. "I'd like you to play it for me."

"Why?" He asks and I stand up so I'm standing in front of him.

"Because you wrote it," I say. "And you deserve to be the one to play it." He glances at me before sitting down and plinking a few notes on the piano. I pick up the guitar and playing so he starts to actually play along.

"You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

"If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

"I bow down to pray
I try to make the worse seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

"Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you've given me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Giving me a million reasons
About a million reasons

"And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you've given me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

"I bow down to pray
I try to make the worse seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

"Aye-eee-ayeee-ay-ayyee
Oh, baby I'm bleedin', bleedin'
Aye-eee-ayeee-ay-ayyee
Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin'
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one

"When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worse seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather

"I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay aye eee ayeee"

"You did good," he says and I sit on the edge of the piano.

"Peeta?" I ask.

"What?" He asks.

"Why did you write this?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I told you," he says. "I was feeling a lot of stuff when I wrote that."

"About anyone in particular?" I say. He stands up and turns away from me.

"I don't want to talk about it," he says. "Just drop it." I set down the guitar and walk around him.

"Peeta, you're my best friend," I say. "I don't like what this has done to us." He grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me against the wall.

"It doesn't have to be like this," he says. "I want to love you, Katniss."

"I want to be loved," I whisper quietly. "But how can I be sure you won't just throw me away one day?" He tips my chin up so I'm looking at him.

"Do you trust me?" He asks. I look away from him.

"Of course I do," I say.

"Then you should know I would never do that to you," he says and I nod. I reach my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. The kiss is sweet and pure and everything I've ever dreamed about. He presses harder against me and feel him reaching for my bra. I break the kiss and look up at him.

"There's nothing to unhook," I say. "Its elastic." He laughs and pushes my hair away from my face.

"Way to take the magic away, sweetheart," he says. I take the edge of my shirt and pull it over my head, leaving me in my black sports bra and cut off shorts.

"Better?" I ask. He nods and pulls me to him and he kisses my neck. I moan softly and tangle my fingers in his hair. I feel myself start sliding down the wall and eventually we are down on the ground with him straddling my hips. I start to slide his shirt up his body and he breaks our kiss to take it off.  I pull him back down to me and I feel his hips grind against mine.

"Katniss?" He asks.

"Yeah?" I whisper.

"Is this really happening right now because I feel like I've had this dream before," he says and I blush, looking between us.

"No, we are definitely laying here on the floor of a recording studio about to make love," I say. "At least, you know, if it goes that far before one of us screws it up." He smiles at me and I return it before we start kissing again and I feel his hand slip down my stomach.

He unsnaps my pants and gets off me enough to slide them off me.  I lay my leg over his side and climb on top of him. I start kissing him again and feel his hands grip my butt to grind me softly against him. I sit up and rest my hands on his chest.

"Do you have anything with you?" I ask.

"In my wallet," he says. I scoot down and undo his pants. He takes them of and I take the condom out of his wallet and rip open the foil. Peeta takes it from me and shoves me down on my back. He reaches above us and turns out the light as he lays back down on top of me. I grab the edge of his boxers and pull them down as far as I can before he kicks them off himself. He lifts off me a little to put on the protection and I slide my panties off when I got the chance. I hook my legs around his waist and pull him against me.

"Do you love me?" He asks. I reach my hand up and touch the side of his face.

"Yeah," I whisper. "I think I do. Because if I didn't, I don't think what's been happening would have bothered me as much if I didn't feel like this about you." He smiles and kisses me gently as he lines himself up and slides into me. I moan against his lips and I push up against him, trying to get him deeper.  He buries his head in my neck and starts moving, sliding in and out of me at a gentle, even pace.

No man, not even Gale, has ever been this gentle, this loving with me. His feather light touches and sweet nothings whispered in my ear as he makes love to me makes me feel like the most important person in the world with the perfect guy, kissing and loving on me.

When it's all over, we lay there together on a pile of our clothes, saying nothing, just living in the beautiful moment we've created.