Chapter Twenty Five

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**day five of vacation**

"Katniss?" Peeta says.  "Why are you out here so late?"

"I dont know." I whisper. "I just feel relaxed here. I had to do some thinking."

"Can I join you?" Peeta asks.

"Yeah," I whisper as Peeta throws down his beach towel.

"Are you cold?" He asks.

"Yeah, a little."

Peeta pulls out my sweater from the bag he brought out. He wraps it around me, along with his arms.

"This is nice," he whispers. "Just you, me, and the waves.

"I love listening to them crash down."

"Me too. It's very soothing." Peeta says.

Peeta and I lay under the stars for a few minutes, and then he starts to giggle about something.

"What?" I say as I hit him lightly in the arm.

He sits up. "Well, when I was 15, I had this dream, and it was about you." He says with a laugh.

I start to blush, and I let out a small chuckle. "What was it?"

"Well, you and I were on a beach like this, and we were both naked. You were on top of me and we were making out."

"Are you lying?" I say with a giggle.

"No," he insists.

I then lay on top of Peeta and begin to kiss him passionately.

"Like this?" I ask.

"Yeah, just with no clothes."

I snicker, and begin to take off all of my clothes.

Peeta takes all of his clothes off slowly. He pulls out a sheet from his bag and a blanket too.

He starts to kiss me passionately, and he squeezes my breasts.

"I love you," I moan.

He lays on top of me and begins to kiss my whole body.

He unexpectedly enters me, and I moan as loud as possible.

I wrap my legs around him and he thrusts himself into me.

He moves in and out of me slowly and then faster.

I can tell when he has reached his point, because he starts to groan.

He pulls out after a few minutes later, and pulls the blanket over our naked bodies. We fall asleep under the stars almost instantly.

***

I awake to Haymitch and Effie standing over Peeta and I.

"Oh my god!" I scream, waking Peeta.

I pull the blanket over me as much as I can, to the point where only our heads are visible.

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