"So, who were you sneaking out this morning?" Johanna asks as I pour myself a bowl of cereal. I ignore her question and grab a spoon and the milk from the fridge. I sit down to eat and she pushes my hair off my shoulder. "Wow, a hickey? Real mature of him."

"Whose business is it of yours who I let suck on any part of my body?" I ask and she smirks. 

"Well considering I came home half way through, I'd say whoever he is, he's good at what he was doing," She says. "A real life, man-made orgasm! Good for you!" I feel myself blush and I adjust my tank top. "At least we know you didn't meet him at work. Right?" I shake my head.

"No, it was just a guy from the bar. I got bored and went on Tinder," I say and she looks at me.

"That's not like you," She says and I sigh. 

"Says the girl always encouraging me to go out and get laid?" I say and she shakes her head.

"How big was he?" Johanna asks and I roll my eyes. 

"Don't be vulgar," I say and she places a hand on my shoulder.

"Nothing like a prude Pornstar," Johanna says. "Come on, throw a girl a boner." 

"I'm not one to kiss and tell about my private life," I say.

"Than, let's talk about your scene with Brad Baker a few days ago," she says and I nearly choke on my spoonful of cereal. I look at her and set my spoon down.

"It was fine," I say. "I enjoyed it and he's a good kisser. Other than that, you need to just wait for the footage to get published." 

"Does he smell good?" Johanna asks. "He looks like he smells good." I sit there a moment and think over the wonderful night that I'd just had. He did smell good. Not just his cologne, but just the smell of his neck and hair, the warm embrace I was able to enjoy throughout the night against my back. His warm breath against my neck and the beating of his heart. I sigh and Johanna chuckles and walks away. "Yeah, he smelled really good."

"I'm thinking of calling him over to hang out, actually," I say. "We really hit it off and he seems cool."

"Don't get attached to a Pornstar, Kitty," She says. "Any boy who can screw multiple different girls in one day like that, they are bad news."

"Well, I'm not looking for anything either," I reply getting up and washing my dish. "Besides, I like the idea of having a friend outside of you." I get a text and read it, chuckling. "Speak of the little devil." 

"He's texting you?" She asks and I roll my eyes. 

"You gave him my number," I say, my fingers carefully replying that I would like to talk about last night too. "You think I wouldn't find out?" 

"Well, I didn't know if he would really text you," Johanna says. I look at my phone as I get a reply back that he'll be here soon.

"You're leaving soon, right?" I say and She nods. 

"Yeah, I got a work thing so I'll get out of your hair then, in case you decide to jump Brad's bones. Tell him I say hi." She grabs her bag and heads through the living room to the door. "See you, slut!" I wave her off and work on putting our things away. I put on some music and sing along softly, enjoying myself as much as I can and calming my nerves.

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I dance around the kitchen a little and move my hands to the side and make up the moves as I go, just having fun with the heavy beated song. I hear the door bell ring and I turn down the music, going to open the door for my visiter. 

"Hey," Peeta says walking through the door.

"Hi," I say. 

"So about last night," He says and I close the door, looking at him sternly.

"Wow, you really did want to talk about it, huh?" I say and he smirks. 

"Well, I figured I get straight to the point," Peeta says looking at me. "Last night was absolutely amazing." 

"For me too," I say. "Are you trying to figure out where we go from that?" He sighs and looks down. 

"Kinda, I mean, I really like you Katniss and I want to keep that connection up," Peeta says and I look at him. 

"You want to organize some sort of arrangement?" I  say and he looks down. 

"Not exactly," He says. "But not exactly not either." I chuckle and cross my arms. 

"What is the proposition?" I ask. 

"Maybe we exclusively," He shrugs. "Do off the clock things with each other, and just have fun?" I laugh and walk over to him. "Just, enjoy what we have to offer one another?" I smile and look at him.

"Nothing else?" I ask and he shakes his head. 

"I mean, no expectations, but we just need to be honest with each other," He says. "We're there for each other for whatever they need." 

"That sounds like a relationship," I say. "And while I have enjoyed our private time together, our occupation doesn't really warrant that kind of thing. It's my job to screw other guys and yours to screw other girls." Peeta chuckles and holds out his hands and shrugs. 

"I'm saying off the clock exclusivity," He says. "From a person who understands and can respect that this is the kind of job you do."  I look at him and sit down, crossing my ankles. 

"This job is only temporary," I say. "Until I can raise enough money for school and become part of a cabaret." Peeta chuckles and shrugs.

"And I want to be an artist, but Art School ain't cheap," He says. "We all got our reasons." I look him up and down, pursing my lips. 

"No strings attached," I say. "Friends with benefits situation. When we get out and if we want nothing more to do with someone we knew from these days, no hurt feelings." Peeta nods and holds out his hand.

"Deal," He says. I take his hand and shake it, looking at his face. "Although I have an alter I need to add." 

"That isn't fair," I say. "We already shook on it."

"I reserve the right to make this real after if we catch feelings," Peeta says and I sigh.

"Fine," I say. "But I doubt it. I don't feel anything anymore." He gets up and looms over me a little. Moving close to me, his breath tickling my ear.

"Well, lets just see about that," He whispers, kissing my neck. I look over my shoulder and then back at him. "Lets see just what gets a rise out of you, Miss Everdeen." He pulls away and kisses me, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pushes me up against the wall and slides his hand down my belly.

"You get to work fast," I whisper and he chuckles.

"Take your pants off," He says and I laugh. 

"You're the one who wants in them," I say. "You do it." He pulls away and reaches into my sweat pants. He chuckles as his fingers run the length of my slit and i jolt a little.

"That is awfully bossy of you, Katniss," He whispers. "For a girl who can barely balance on her legs she's trembling so badly." I run my fingers up his neck and groan. 

"Treat me like a lady, not a whore," I say pushing him off and pulling his hand from my pants. 

"Now just what do you mean by that?" He asks. 

"Treat me like you did last night," I say. "Not like you do some girl you met five days ago on the set of a cheesy porno." He smirks and picks me up, setting me on the kitchen counter. He kisses me gently and runs his hands up my ribs, pushing my shirt up and pulling away to pull it off. He kisses my chest and then further and further down my body. He looks up at me and then kisses my lips again. 

"Better?" Peeta asks and I laugh.

"Yeah, but let's go to my bedroom so we don't get interrupted," I say. He picks me up and I hook my legs around his waist. 

"I like the way you think, Katniss," I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, wanting desperately to feel him inside me again. I lock the door behind us and he presses me against the door, sucking on my neck. I breath heavily and turn him around. Sliding down his body, I unbutton his pants and pull out his thick member. "I really like the way you think."

"I know you do, sweetie," I whisper before I start moving my mouth and tongue over him, licking and sucking him off. He groans and leans his head back, making me smack his leg. I pull off just enough to speak. "Don't look away. It's not polite." Peeta pushes me off and kneels down on the carpet, kissing me again. I feel his hands slide my pants down and he pushes me down, kissing me. I tangle my hands in his hair and groan.

"Tell me how much you want this," He whispers against my lips and I kick off my pants. My trembling hands run down his sides and grip his butt, pulling him down against my body. Peeta chuckles and pulls hair from my face. 

"Does that work, Smart Ass?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, I think so," He kisses me, lining himself up and thrusting into me, pushing and pulling that amazing friction through my body. I moan and bury my head into his neck.

Something tells me that I'm going to enjoy our little arrangement.