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“Holy fuck!”

Katniss swerved just in time to avoid a squirrel crossing the street and just barely maneuvering her car from crashing into a tree. She managed to save face, making the turn into her office’s parking garage and then into her assigned space.

“Are you alright?” Prim called out. “For a moment there, I thought I lost you.”

Katniss turned off the engine, taking in a calming breath.

“I’m fine. I’ll be up in a minute,” she responded before hanging up.

This is what she got for even looking at a man. It was a sign from the gods telling her to focus on work and not on her lack of a social life.

Too bad, though. The man was awfully cute.

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“Peeta!” Turning, Peeta found Finnick—one of the other construction workers and his childhood friend—heading towards him. “Your dad said that we could take our lunches now.”

“Fine with me,” Peeta agreed, pulling off his construction helmet and tucking it under his arm.

The two headed down the street, grabbing some sandwiches from a nearby deli before heading back.

“So,” Finnick began, as they sat down at the tables set-up in front on the construction site. “I saw that your lady almost damn near crashed into a tree this morning.”

“She isn’t my lady,” Peeta muttered, unwrapping his sandwich to avoid his friend’s teasing eyes. “She’s just a beautiful woman who I happen to admire—who would never look at someone like me.”

“She did notice!” his friend exclaimed. “That close call happened because she was looking at you. Maybe you should go over to her office building and introduce yourself, ask if she’s okay—”

“No, no, no…” Peeta shook his head. “She’s high class and I am…me.”

“Peeta—” Finnick looked to him in concern. “You are a good guy. Stop being so hard on yourself. Just because one woman couldn’t look past your circumstances, doesn’t mean they all will.” His friend’s sea-green eyes darted behind him. “In fact, I’m going to help you out—”

Sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, Finnick let out a loud whistle.

“What are you doing?” Peeta asked in confusion.

His friend ignored him, looking behind Peeta and pointing at him.

Then, he was being yanked by the forearm from his seat and being slammed against one of the wood slats of their construction site.

Up close, her eyes were smoky and full of fire—because she was pissed.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded. “I am not the kind of woman who needs to get whistled at to feel like she’s hot. In fact, it’s downright demeaning! If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was introduce yourself like a normal person—”

“Wait!” She stepped back, but her grip on the front of Peeta’s shirt didn’t let up. “I never whistled at you. It was my friend; the idiot with the red hair who is currently trying to skulk back into our construction site, so you won’t manhandle him like you’re doing to me.”

The woman turned just in time to see Finnick guiltily rush into the construction site.

She immediately released her grasp, her olive complexion flushing scarlet.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” The woman let out a nervous laugh. “It’s just been a hell of a day so far. I almost crashed my car this morning—” Her grey eyes widened. “It’s you!”

He held out his hand to her. “Peeta Mellark.”

She took it and Peeta let his thumb brush against her rich skin. “Katniss Everdeen.”

“Now that we’ve officially met,” he started. “Are you okay? It was a close call this morning.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “It’s just been so busy with meetings and I have to go grab lunch—”

“Split my sandwich with me,” he offered. Peeta nodded at the still wrapped sandwich on the now empty table. “Or I’m pretty sure there are few birds that would be happy to take your half.”

Katniss flushed. “You sure?”

“I insist.” He led her towards the table, pulling out a chair for her. After sitting, he pulled one of the wrapped pieces out and handed it to her. “Turkey and provolone, no tomatoes.”

“That is my exact order at Sae’s Deli!” Katniss said as she unwrapped her half.

Peeta grinned. “It’s where I got it.”

“So—” She placed her sandwich down and turned to him. Peeta examined her, perfect posture, a heart-shaped face, and smooth shoulder-length waves greeted his appreciative eyes. “—why did your friend whistle at me?”

Peeta let out a breath.

“The first time I came by to examine this construction site, you came to your office,” he explained. “You were wearing a red romper and your hair was in a braid. You were about the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Ever since, I guess I just looked out for you. Finnick just happened to notice and thought he could help things along…”

Peeta waited for her to recoil or grimace. It sounded pathetic, the way he always made sure to look out for her black BMW in the mornings. However, to him, it was just not a good day if he didn’t see her lovely face, even if it was just through her car window.

“Did you want to have dinner?”

He turned to her, his jaw dropping. “What?”

Katniss blushed, her eyes going to her lap.

“I think you’re cute and I almost crashed my car looking at you,” she revealed slowly. “And it seems like a sign that we should look into whatever this is. Also—” Her eyes met his, glowing brightly. “No one has ever called me beautiful.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he said softly. “I would love to have dinner with you. You have to let me pay, though.”

“Is that some sort of manly-man bullshit?” she retorted with a grin.

“No, my mother would kill me if she found out that I didn’t pay on the first date,” Peeta explained. “She’d think that it would be a horrible start to our epic love story.”

“I like your mom already,” Katniss told him. “How’s six sound?”

“Perfect.”

“Katniss!”

They turned to find a pretty blonde and a dark-haired woman with a squared gaze approaching.

“My sister and one of my associates,” Katniss told him. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small case and taking out a business card. “My cell number is on it—text me when you can, and we can go over details for tonight.”

“Sure,” he replied in a daze.

Taking her sandwich—they both had foregone eating—Katniss stood, but not before pressing a kiss to his cheek and giving him a breathtaking smile.

“I’m looking forward to tonight.”

+++++++

Over texts, Katniss and Peeta decided to meet at an Italian restaurant close to her apartment.

“I can’t believe you asked that guy out!” Johanna, her roommate and one of the other lawyers in the firm, said from her seat on Katniss’ bed. “You, who won’t even agree to coffee when any other man offers, asked a construction worker out to dinner.”

“He’s not just a construction worker,” Katniss protested. “He’s Peeta Mellark, a guy who I think is really nice and easy to talk to—”

“And let’s not forget the ass,” came a shout from Prim, who was searching in Katniss’ walk-in closet. “Don’t act like you weren’t looking at it when he got up to go back to work, Katniss.” Prim stepped into her bedroom, holding a deep-purple dress with a v-neckline and three-quarter sleeves. “I knew you tried to hide my birthday present! Put this on so he can rip it off you.”

Katniss scowled at her. “Who taught you to talk like that?”

“You did,” Prim retorted with a cheeky grin. “Now, go and get ready. I’ll lay out some underthings for you.”

Katniss headed towards her bathroom.

“Prim, I’m not sure how long it’s been since anyone’s been down there,” Johanna quipped. “You might want to pick something that covers that jungle.”

“I’m on it,” her sister replied as Katniss was about to close the door. “Tonight, we’re just emphasizing her boobs.”

“Good luck with that,” her friend retorted.

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Their dinner was going surprisingly well.

Katniss hadn’t been on a date for almost a year and she had worried over the thought as she walked over to the restaurant

That was until she saw him.

Peeta cleaned up nicely, meeting her in a dark green sweater, fitted jeans, and brown oxfords. In his hand was a single pink peony, which he held out to her after kissing her cheek in greeting.

They both settled at their table, ordering quickly (eggplant parmigiana for her and lasagna for him) before falling right into easy conversation.

Peeta’s family owned the construction company that he worked for though, he was the only family member who worked onsite besides his father. Peeta’s mother worked at the home office as the company’s administrator. He had two brothers, one of which owned his own bakery business and ran it with his wife who had been his high school sweetheart.

“I think you’d like Delly,” he told her. “She’s very down-to-earth which works out perfectly because Rye is all sorts of insane. He’s the kind of guy who will wake up in the middle of the night to make the perfect chocolate cake. Luckily enough, Delly is the kind of girl who will stay up and write out everything he’s done because he’s forgotten by morning.”

“And, your other brother?”

“Runs a small hotel upstate. It’s the perfect place for Christmas,” Peeta said. “Andy and his partner Gale turned the place into one of the top hotels to experience wintertime. It does help that they both have a great sense of style.”

“So, your brother is—”

“Gay as the day is long as he would put it.” Peeta grinned. “He and Gale have been together forever. They’re one of the most stable couples I know.” He met her eyes. “How about you?”

“I grew up about an hour out of the city. My parents were high school sweethearts, married right out of high school. Had me about a year after their wedding and four years after me, Prim was born.”

Katniss stopped for a moment, taking a long sip. This part was always the hardest to explain.

“My father passed away when I was six and Prim was two,” she continued. “My mom brought us here to the city to stay with my Uncle Haymitch while she got back on her feet and find a job. We woke up the next day after arriving at his place and she was gone.”

“Oh God, Katniss—” Peeta reached over, covering her hand with his. “—I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t feel sorry for us. It was probably the best thing she could have done for us,” Katniss told him, her voice still a little thick. She gave him a wet smile. “Feel bad for my Uncle—single guy in his prime having to take on two young girls. Did you know when I got my period, he bought five different types of pads? I know, too much information—”

“I like learning about you, Katniss,” he told her. “Every little bit I’ve learned, I like.”

“I feel the same way.”

It was true. Everything she learned about man before her had only compounded the growing feelings inside her. Peeta was breath of fresh air in her staid routine and every bit of time with him made her feel like she was slowly coming back to life.

Peeta squeezed her hand, she didn’t realize their hands were still pressed together—but she didn’t mind it.

“Go on,” he urged with an eager smile. “Tell me more.”

“When I was in sixth grade, my uncle came for a parent-teacher conference and met my teacher, Effie Trinket. A year later, he married her. She’s great, got me through those tough girl years. She and my Uncle are disgustingly in love.” She snorted, taking a long sip of water. “That’s my odd little family.”

“Have you heard from your mom?” Peeta asked curiously.

Katniss shook her head.

“I don’t have a real desire to. I’m not mad at her anymore, but I can’t say I’d be thrilled to see her again. Prim doesn’t even remember her. She calls Uncle Haymitch and Aunt Effie Mom and Dad.” She sat back, giving him an embarrassed smile. “That was more unloading than I intended for a first date.”

“Honestly, I’ve been watching you for a while,” Peeta revealed. “Finnick is sick to death of hearing me talk about the gorgeous brunette next door. That’s why he whistled at you; it was to save his ears from my own insecurities when it came to you.” His face had gone red. “I know you’re some big-time lawyer and I’m just some guy—”

Katniss shook her head. “You’re not just some guy.”

Peeta grinned. “I hope not.”

After he paid for dinner, they decided to walk to her apartment since it was a warm night.

As they strolled down the block, his hand brushed against hers before carefully grasping her fingers. Katniss took the initiative, entwining their fingers together, and Peeta turned to her, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.

She felt the heat rise up her body, her center twisting at the feel of his rough lips to her skin. She had to wonder how those lips would feel against the rest of her body, specifically between her thighs.

It had been a long time since she had sex.

“Nice place,” Peeta said as they approached the luxury apartment complex. “I know the company that worked on them, Beetee Latier is a smart guy and I’m willing to bet that this place is very up-to-date when it comes to virtual assistance.”

“I’ve never tried it, but Johanna has said that she can tell the apartment when it’s too cold,” Katniss told him offhandedly. “And it raises the temperature according to what is comfortable.” They stop outside the entrance and she turned to him. “Thanks for dinner and the conversation.”

“Thank you for giving me a chance,” Peeta replied.

His hand reached, cupping her cheek and his thumb brush against the edge of her bottom lip before dropping to his side. Katniss felt every nerve pulsate at his touch and she had desperately fought the urge to take his thumb into her mouth to taste him.

She wanted to ask him to come up, but her need to not seem so desperate dampened her longing.

Reaching into her purse, Katniss took out her keys, giving him a shy smile. She quickly kissed him on the cheek.

“Good night, Peeta.”

His hand reached to a tendril of her hair, caressing it with his fingers as if he were trying to memorize the feel of it between them.

When Peeta met her eyes, her breath caught at the desire in his darkened blues. “Good night, Katniss.”

“Fuck it—”

Katniss snapped, her keys dropping to the ground in a loud clink, as her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his mouth against hers. Peeta gasped in surprise before catching himself and circling his arms around her waist to pull her close.

He tasted delicious, her tongue surrounding his as she feasted on him. Her hand reached to grasp at his hair and the moan that tumbled from his mouth cause the fire inside her to flare. She had never wanted anything or anyone as much as she wanted the feel of him against her.

His lips slid off hers, pressing to her neck, his tongue sampling her.

“What are you doing to me, Katniss Everdeen?” he asked breathlessly, the intensity of his question sending shivers through her skin.

Katniss met his eyes, her chest heaving as she felt the rapid beat of her heart.

“I’m taking you upstairs.”

 So, there’s going to be a 2nd part to this. I’m having too much fun.

'Tell me what you want?'

She smiled, full of mischief, 'I want you to fuck me.'

'Hermione, you, you - '

'I did. It’s only for you for these moments.'

Ron pulled his wand again and banished their clothes. The afternoon sun dropped behind a distant hill. He dropped the wand and pulled the quilt over them, watching her watching him. He broke out in goose flesh at her touch on his chest, running her fingers through the hairs there. 

'I’ll probably be rubbish at this,'  his voice cracked on rubbish.

'We have all night,' she pulled his ears to bring him back to kissing her, relishing the hardness of his body and his cock pressing into her hip. 

'We do,' Ron shifted his body lower on hers, finally looking at her breasts. 'Fuck,' he said aloud, probably not realizing it. 'Your tits are amazing,' he lowered his head to her chest, taking her right one in his mouth and thumbing the left one. 

Hermione threw her head back, moaning 'Oh God,' as she fell completely into the pleasure he was affording her. She’d never complain about what he was doing to her.

She threaded her fingers into his hair, glancing through half-lidded eyes watching him work his way down her body, worshipping everything he could put his lips on. While she hadn’t done much in the way of personal exploration, she knew in theory. 

Theory be damned when Ron was doing such wonderful wicked things! 

He built her to a crescendo before tossing her over the waterfall. Her voice evaporated beneath his ministrations.

What seemed to be hours later, in the twilight, Ron emerged from the blankets and ready for more.. He covered her body with his, kissing her deeply. She tasted him and her on his tongue. 'I love you, so fucking much.'

'I love you too,' Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips, waiting for him.

He knelt between her thighs, looking up and down her body. The only time before, the lights had been out and they had to be quiet, desperately hoping Harry wouldn’t barge into the room at 12 am. 

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 'You’re incredible. How you managed to fall for a git like me.' Ron used his fingers to find her entrance. 'Love I can make you wet,' he said. Hermione giggled at his verbal internal monologue.

She saw him look at her, his eyes focused and determined. She mouthed, ‘yes’ to him.

He thrust.

He stopped, letting her adjust.

'I’m sorry,' he kissed her forehead, her nose, then her lips. 

'Go ahead, it doesn’t hurt.'

Ron pulled back, just far enough to see what he was doing before thrusting again, slower this time. He kept a leisurely pace, moving slow, enjoying her body. She gave her body to him, letting him fuck her until he exploded. He couldn’t believe that she shared her amazing body with him, loved him so much she wanted this, loved him so much she wanted to share in the experience. Fuck! He needed to make her enjoy it as much as he did.

Hermione wedged her hand down between them, finding where they were joined. 

She touched him.

'Oh fuck, Hermione, no!' Ron growled before seizing up, shuddering hard and breathing even harder.

'Sorry,' she whispered as he collapsed. 

Ron kissed the side of her neck, panting. 'You couldn’t know,' he panted. 'I didn’t expect it and it was so much that I - '

'Next time, we’ll get the first one out of the way and that way we can enjoy round two.'

'You give me about five minutes and we’ll start round 2,' he looked at her with a smile he reserved only for her. 'One of these days I’ll last more than a minute before popping off.' Ron rolled onto his back.

'That might be quite a few years off,' she cheeked.

'I don’t hear you complaining.'

'Oh, I’m not. I’m glad that no one else except Fleur noticed and didn’t tell anyone.'

'That was very nice of her, not telling anyone. I was sure Mum would find out and then we’d never hear the end of it.'

'She wouldn’t. Anyway, Fleur and I talked late into the night. I admit it was very educational.'

'What did you talk about?'

'You,' Hermione ran her hand down his firm belly to what lay below, touching him gently. 'Some of it was educational, like what things you might enjoy,' Hermione blushed, hard, in the last moments of light on the hill. 'Others were on how to listen and treat you with respect.'

'At 1 in the morning?'

'Yes. You were out but I couldn’t sleep.'

Ron rolled Hermoine on top of him, letting her lay across his chest in the quickly cooling evening. 'And?'

'We talked for hours, about you, and a little about Bill.' Ron tensed. 'We didn’t talk about the weeks you were away. I didn’t ask and she didn’t offer.'

She felt his breath release and the tension flow out of him.

'Most of it was me learning how to treat you right, listen and not be so anxious to interrupt. She said that I should give you time to say what you want and truly listen and not for what to bicker with you.'

'Fleur said all of that? Wow.' 

'She also talked about how I treated you last year,' Hermione’s voice dropped even further. 'I shouldn’t have done what I did. I was wrong. I thought I’d invited you and then everything exploded and I still don’t know for certain what happened.'

'You don’t know?' Ron reached out to touch her face, holding his hand still while she nuzzled against his calloused fingertips.

'No, I don’t. I only know what happened the day of the match and after but I don’t know what set things off? I still don’t understand.'

Ron pulled her up to his chest, kissing her softly. 'It doesn’t matter now,' he whispered across her lips. 'That was a lifetime ago.'

'Why won’t you tell me?' her voice cracked with unspoken tears. 

'If I tell you it’ll only hurt you when it’s in the past.'

'Please,' her request came across like a heartfelt prayer.

Ron thrust his elbows back, sitting up a bit so he could look Hermione in the eyes. 'Did anyone tell you that Ginny and I got into a blistering row? It was a week before the first match.'

'No, no one said a thing to me about it.'

'Figures,' Ron said under his breath.

'What is it?'

He huffed. 'Ginny said you’d snogged Krum the night of the Yule Ball. Ginny knew. Harry knew. I didn’t. So I was upset.'

'Oh,' her voice grew even smaller.

'I was a wanker and handled everything like shite, but hearing that broke my heart. Add in that I thought your invite to Slughorn’s party was out of pity or as a friend - not as a date - so when that row happened, it felt like I’d been kicked in the bollocks. You were always talking up Harry. You went off with him and missed the match where I won the cup.' He huffed again. 'It felt like nothing I did mattered to you. I thought that you didn’t feel the same way. So when fake dosed me that morning of the match, I was mental. I was upset with you and especially with Harry,  and I pretty much said sod everything and when Lavender praised me in front of everyone and kissed me, I said “why not”. Hermione doesn’t fancy me in the least, not when she’d gone off and snogged Viktor two years prior.'

Ron looked at Hermione, watching tears slowly fall down her cheeks, silently weeping.

'I had no right to expect you to wait on me but it bloody well hurt.' He shrugged. 'You and Harry kept things from me and I’ve always told the truth but I didn’t get it from you or Harry. I hate feeling left out. It feels like both of you don’t trust me.'

Hermione looked away. 'Do you want to know?'

'No,' His voice was firm, strong, full of conviction. 'It was a lifetime ago. I’m a different man now.'

'I didn’t,' Hermione said. 'He kissed me three times. None of it was snogging. He was a gentleman. I realized that he wasn’t what I wanted.' Her eyes took on a fire he’d missed. 'I wanted you but I was deathly afraid you’d realized how much I fancied you. I wouldn’t risk our friendship on whether you felt the same way.' She laid her head down on his chest. 'Ginny exaggerated and it nearly cost us everything.'

'You didn’t snog him?'