The Nudist 

He was doing it. Again.

 Katniss ground her teeth in frustration as she peeked out from her bathroom window.

Her beautiful blond neighbor was swimming in the lake that fell smack dab in the middle of both their property lines.

Naked.

 Again.

 She closed her eyes and turned away from the window, biting her lip. She was sure he was doing it on purpose this time.

 The infuriating nudist bastard.

 He was taking extra slow laps around the lake, as if inviting her to ogle him. Katniss hated to admit it, but it was a very tempting sight. He wasn't the tallest man in the world, he was more average height, but he was certainly well built, and taller than her small frame and very muscular.

 His arms and legs were almost as thick as tree trunks and his chest was a solid wall of toned muscle leading down to his eye-catchingly trim waist and hips. His back was broad and powerful, with muscles that rippled with every stroke he took. And his backside…well she was embarrassed to admit she’d thought about what it would feel like to bite down on one of those perfectly rounded, exquisite fleshy globes quite a number of times. She hated to even think about the few times she’d caught a glimpse of his entire front, as he was getting in and out of the lake. 

 Suffice to say he was thick and well sculpted all over. 

 That was saying nothing of his face, which was unfairly handsome. She had almost bitten her tongue the first time they spoke, when she was arrested by his brilliant blue eyes that sparkled more than the waters of their crystalline lake in the bright sunshine. His slightly over long blond hair curled at the ends and bunched up around his ears but framed his face adorably and added to his boyish charm. He also had a mesmerizing smile, with one imperfectly perfect dimple that peeked out on the left side. 

 But as nice as he was to look at, the man was a terrific pain in the ass. 

 She’d asked him countless times now to not swim naked in the morning and each time he’d brushed off her requests. The first time she’d suggested he wear swimming trunks he very matter-of-factly told her he didn’t own any and then he’d walked away whistling a care-free tune. The next day when she’d suggested he just keep his boxers on he’d shook his head and said ‘no thanks’, and had gone back to painting the side of his house. Everytime she had made a request for more propriety he had responded with amused refusal. 

 Finally they’d had it out when she had demanded that he stop swimming naked. 

 “I’ve lived here all my life, and I’ve been swimming in the lake for almost that long. I’m not going to change my routine just because you’re a little prudish.” He had replied with an infuriating smirk and lazy drawl. 

 “I’m not a prude!” 

 “Oh, no? Well, someone who has such strict rules about what other people can and can’t wear while swimming on their own property doesn’t really seem like the flexible sort.” 

 “I’m flexible! Very flexible!” She’d shouted back and then had blushed at the amused grin he shot her, not noticing the double meaning until he’d smiled at her. She had only grown more flustered by his immature humor. 

 “I just don’t want to be greeted every morning by your male nakedness polluting the lake, which by the way is half mine according to the property lines!” She’d shouted at him. 

 “Oh, so it's not nudity that offends you, but it's the fact that I’m a guy. Ok, well, it's this simple. Just don’t look. Or, pretend I’m a girl. Whatever gets you going, Sweetheart.” He’d replied with a disgusting little wink and then just walked away, leaving her fuming and irritated. 

She’d stomped the very short distance home (25 yards to be exact) and angrily cleaned her kitchen and living room from top to bottom in hopes of de-stressing, but to no avail. Then she’d stayed awake tossing and turning all night, finally coming up with a plan to get back at the smug asshole right before 1am. 

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and dressed only in a fluffy green bathrobe and slippers. She really wasn’t all that big or particularly pretty in her opinion, but she did have surprise on her side.

 Her cheeks pinked as she second guessed her strategy. It had seemed brilliant last night but this morning she wasn’t sure if she could go through with it. 

She looked quickly and carefully once more out the window and found him staring up at her, and waving like cocky little shit. 

“Fuck it.” Katniss said to her own reflection and rushed downstairs to grab her yoga mat, earbuds, and cell phone. She paused at the back door that led out of the kitchen and subsequently to the lake, and left her robe hanging on a hook by the door. 

She exited the house completely naked except for the yoga mat and her green slippers which she promptly slipped off after setting up her mat on a patch of newly trimmed grass directly beside the lake shore. 

She peeked up and saw him coming back around to her side to rest after his last lap. It was only a matter of time. She thought as she very slowly and deliberately switched on her music and closed her eyes while she stretched out. 

She hadn’t intended to imply she was physically flexible during their argument yesterday but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. She was an avid outdoor enthusiast, and she loved yoga. In fact she would have been out in the yard most mornings doing exactly that if it hadn’t been for her naked neighbor practicing his backstroke most mornings. 

Katniss decided then and there not to let him chase her away from enjoying her own yard any longer. 

She closed her eyes, concentrated on her music and the beginning poses, and blocked everything else out. It wasn’t until she felt someone yank an earbud out of her ear that she broke out of her meditative state. 

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Peeta stood off to the side, a white towel clinging to his slim hips. His chest was heaving and his face was red.