Original prompt from Marycontrary82 - Katniss daydreams about her favorite body part of Peeta's - anything goes.

I'm going to fail English and it's all that damn Peeta Mellark's fault. Well, more specifically it's his mouth's fault. Just the sight of his perfectly formed lips, especially when they're curved into his trademark smile, is enough to make me think all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.

I don't know what it is about his smile that makes me feel all goofy. Maybe it's the way it reaches his cornflower blue eyes, making them crinkle in the corners. Maybe it's the way it starts slowly then spreads across his face as if he's savoring the moment. Or possibly it's the dimple on his left cheek that only appears when he's laughing, giving him a boyish charm that makes my heart skip a beat. When I see that dimple appear, it's all I can do not to grab him and trace its depths with my tongue.

Today that dimple is on full display as Mr. Abernathy proceeds to act out scenes from A Midsummer Night's Dream. The only good thing is that the class is arranged in a semi-circle around the make-shift stage he uses for moments like this, and from my seat in the back row I am free to stare at Peeta and his mouth all I want without him being the wiser.

As Abernathy drones on, relishing his portrayal of Nick Bottom, I begin to zone out, lost in thoughts of blue eyes, wavy hair the color of honey and a smile that could melt the panties off a nun.

The room begins to fade around me as I lose myself to the daydream. Suddenly everyone is gone and I'm standing in a meadow surrounded by a lush green forest. Sounds of nature fill my ears – the chirp of birds, the rustle of the breeze through the tall grass and the buzzing crescendo of katydids lazing in the sultry heat.

I look down and see that instead of my jeans and tee-shirt, I am now wearing a long gossamer gown the color of the sunset. I twirl around, giggling as the feathery ends of the skirt whirl around my bare legs. My hair streams out behind me in chocolate waves and I see ribbons of the same deep orange are woven through my long tresses.

I continue to whirl about, getting dizzier and dizzier until I hear a soft cough from behind. I stop quickly and stumble, gasping when I see Peeta standing there wearing nothing but overalls. His blazing smile hits me with full force, turning my insides to jelly.

"Peeta, what are you doing here?" I ask, breathless from both my spinning and his close proximity.

He slowly walks towards me, one corner of his mouth pulling up in a smirk. "It's your daydream, Katniss. What do you want me to do here?" His quirked eyebrow makes him look even sexier than usual.

My heart flips over in my chest as I contemplate his words. I know exactly what I want him to do and it involves that sexy mouth of his. I swallow and stand straight to give myself the courage to actually say the words. "I want you…to…um…use your mouth...on me." I know I've blushed ten shades of red in the time it took to get that out, but he doesn't seem fazed by my request.

A slow sensual smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."

He strides over to me purposefully and we kiss; I mean really kiss, with battling tongues and frenzied hands, and it's everything I've ever hoped it would be.

After a few heady moments, he pulls away slightly and the sudden chill makes me realize we're now both naked. I can feel every glorious inch of him pressing against me and I honest-to-God feel like I'm going to swoon.

Peeta sweeps me up into his arms and gracefully kneels to set me gently down on a quilt that's laid out beneath us. He leans forward and captures my lips again, one hand resting on my hip and the other one cradling the back of my head. I wrap my arms around his back and press my breasts against him, sighing at the delicious friction of his chest hair teasing my nipples.

Gently, he lays me down to continue his passionate assault. Those beautiful lips blaze a fiery trail of hot, open mouth kisses down the slender column of my neck, pausing to nip my collarbone before moving lower to lavish his full attention upon my waiting breasts.

Once he has me reduced to a squirming bundle of whimpers and sighs, he continues his journey south. By the time he reaches his final destination, I am dripping wet and practically thrusting into his face.

I can feel his warm breath on me and nearly jump out of my skin at the first soft touch of his tongue. "Oh sweet Jesus!" I hear my back crack as I arch off the ground at the incredible sensation. He chuckles and the vibrations reverberate through my body to send me hurtling head-long towards the unknown.

Peeta has to slap his arm across my hips to keep me from causing him permanent injury as I thrash around, unable to keep still as his mouth makes my body sing. I give voice to the song when he slides his long fingers inside me, keeping pace with the swirls of his tongue around the epicenter of my bliss.

"Yes, yes, oh God, YES!" I close my eyes and scream with abandon as his wicked mouth makes me come so hard that I see stars. My body feels weightless as wave after wave of pleasure radiates from my aching core.

I open my eyes, still coming down from the high of my orgasm, to find that I'm back in the classroom and everyone is looking at me. Apparently the screaming wasn't just in my daydream.

"Well thank you, sweetheart. I didn't know you cared." Mr. Abernathy's voice drips with sarcasm.

Fortunately, I'm saved from further embarrassment as the bell rings, signaling the end of class. As I gather up my things, I sense someone staring at me. I turn to find none other than the object of my daydream smiling at me; one of his full blown dimple enhanced make me want to rip his clothes off smiles.

I smile back and think to myself, Lord, what fools we mortals be.