So I got a comment on this story for a part two and realized I hadn't posted the part 2 I'd already written! Here you are, Guest with no name. Your wish is granted! It's short, but it's here! Happy Thanksgiving week, y'all! Pbg

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Since Peeta had thrown caution out the window and kissed Katniss that day in her classroom, he hadn't been able to think of anything else. He dreamt of it at night, thought about it during class time when he should have been focused on teaching. But only when he was alone did he allow his mind to be consumed by more than kissing. And it went wild.

What was the rule again for sex? It had been so long since he'd needed to know. Was it three dates or five, he wondered. Ten? God, he hoped not.

They'd taken things very slowly since then, and that was a big part of Peeta's problem. He had a new vibrant, young, incredibly attractive girlfriend, but there hadn't been time for more than a few stolen kisses on their breaks now that Peeta was coaching an outside soccer league with games on the weekends and Katniss was helping the music department get ready for the spring program after school. They rarely saw each other in private due to their crazy schedules and they were already several weeks into the relationship, but they only had a few dates under their belts.

For the first month there hadn't been a lunch they hadn't shared, or a night they hadn't talked on the phone until the wee hours of morning. He hadn't run on three hours of sleep since college, but being with Katniss made him feel like a teenager again.

Peeta had been thankful at first so that he could sort out his feelings about their age difference - fifteen years was a lot to get over. But now that he'd gotten used to it he found himself wanting more. The conversations they had during their respective conference periods were amazing and with every word he fell harder for Katniss. But if he had to go another hour without being able to touch someplace other than her arm or hold something besides her hand, he was going to physically explode. Which was why he was avoiding her today.

Her conference period came and went, and he didn't call on his aid to take over. It felt like the longest forty minutes of his life. He was torn between wanting to sprint there every five minutes and stand his ground for his own sanity. It was those warring thoughts that kept him from realizing he hadn't let her know he wasn't coming until it was too late.

Instead of texting him, she showed up at his classroom during his own conference period.

Peeta looked up from his desk when he sensed someone in his doorway. His heart leaped at the sight of her, beautiful in a pale orange blouse and a dark blue pencil skirt, and then tumbled with the knowledge that he'd have to hide a hard on for his last two classes of the day.

"Hey," she said timidly, and he felt horrible. He knew he'd hurt her, and it hadn't been his intention at all but distance seemed to be the only thing that would keep him from ripping her clothes off.

"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't come over or text. I'm just, um, struggling a little today." A look of concern flashed across her face and she made her way over to him, stopping in front of his desk.

"What's wrong?" When he didn't answer right away she asked, "Can I help?"

It wasn't the time or the place to tell her how she could help, and the longer he thought about what to say, the longer the silence dragged on between them because he had no appropriate workplace words to describe why he was avoiding her. His head snapped up as she stepped back, her eyes growing wider with each placement of her feet away from him. The look on her face could have crushed him.

"Are you… breaking up with me?"

"No!" Peeta flew out of his seat, sending his chair backwards hard enough to bang the wall. and rounded the desk to stand in front of her. He couldn't break up with her even if he wanted to. Not after these last few weeks of finding out who Katniss Everdeen really was. The smart, sweet, funny, sexy girl he could see himself falling in love with, and he imagined if - when - they went any further physically he'd be a goner for sure.

"Of course I'm not breaking up with you," he assured her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and smoothed them down the soft skin of her arms, and God help him, that gesture alone almost tented his pants. He dropped his hands and stepped back to get himself under control. "I'm just having a hard time being around you is all."

Her expression turned to confusion.

"That's not what I mean," he clarified, wondering when he lost his way with words. He was never at a loss for something to say.

"Can you explain it then? Because it sounded like my boyfriend can't stand to be around me."

Peeta sighed deeply before saying, "It's… you… look like that." He put his arms out in front of him and gestured from her head to her feet. "And I'm… like this." He put his fist in his mouth and bit down a little too hard on his knuckle. "And I just want to…" his hands motioned between them, "but we haven't seen each other enough and I feel like this could go really fast and I don't know if you're ready but I wanna jump into the deep end and never come up for air."

He hadn't looked directly at her during his dumb speech, preferring instead to focus on a safe region like her fingernails, or the wall behind her but seeing her now, leaning back to rest against the edge of the desk behind her, her hands reaching back as a prop, was undoing him quickly. Her silver eyes were smoldering, helping to incinerate his resolve piece by piece. He watched her eyes flicker over him and the corner of her mouth quirked up in a half smile. She cocked her head to the side and Peeta's eyes went to the smooth skin of her neck before being drawn away by her moving lips.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Whether she meant to be seductive or not, she was so damn sexy it took everything he had not to lay her back on the desk right there in his classroom. He made quick work of disposing the annoying gap between them, fast enough that the desk slid backwards on the smooth floor. Peeta chased her lips with his as the desk continued to slide, knocking other desks off kilter until there was no place left for it to go, finally hitting the wall, the force of it crushing their bodies together.

Katniss instinctively grabbed onto Peeta's shoulders and arched into him. He mashed his lips against hers, all of his frustration from not being able to be with her surfacing in a growl as his hands moved from the edge of the desk to her waist. When she bit down on his bottom lip, he tugged her hips into his with a grunt. She pulled back, drawing in a sharp breath and when their eyes locked he knew she felt the effect she was having on him.

Peeta watched Katniss's eyes scan the room quickly. "There," she demanded, pointing over his shoulder. He turned his head to follow the direction, his eyes drifting across her smooth olive skin. He couldn't wait to kiss every inch of her.

His gaze landed on the door to his small supply closet. There was no way he was going to have sex with her for the first time in there, but at least they'd be able to have some privacy for whatever it was they were about to do. And he sincerely hoped it ended sans him re-emerging with a raging hard on.

He released his hold on her, hating every hasty step they made toward the closet that he didn't have her in his arms.

Katniss went in first, Peeta hot on her heels and as soon as the door was closed, she was on him, pushing him up against it, attacking his lips with her own. Her hands found the strands of hair he carefully styled every morning to look messy, her fingers weaving in and out. Ironically, he'd probably walk out of there with bed head even though there wasn't a bed. How he wished they were in his room at home right now where he could lay her down and crawl over her body, worship her for the goddess she was.

He couldn't keep his hands from wandering anymore, and he found the top button of her blouse, slipping the first, then the second and third discs through the material with ease. He slid his hand inside to cup her breast over her bra, but it wasn't close enough. He wanted to feel her warm skin against his palm, so he tugged the material up and smoothed his hand over her mound. He groaned. It felt like heaven.

"Is this okay?" he asked, forgetting himself in the excitement.

"More than okay," she panted against his mouth, neither one willing to break their heated kiss.

"I want you so badly. You have no idea."

Katniss rocked her hips against Peeta's, eliciting another groan, this one louder than the previous. "I think I do."

When she slipped her hands from his hair and glided them down his chest, headed straight for the button of his pants, he realized how far she wanted to take this and he stopped her. "You first." He reached down to the hem of her skirt and tugged the tight material up over her hips. "Holy fuck," he breathed when he realized she wasn't wearing underwear. "Do you always teach like this?" If so, he was re-enrolling in ninth grade science.

"No panty lines," she said as he turned her around, pulling her back against him. He held her with one arm pressed against her chest while the other snaked down her smooth thigh, then up between her legs, cupping her mound before slipping his finger through her folds. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she moaned into the dimly lit space. He could smell her arousal mixed with the scent of peaches and vanilla he'd come to associate with her and he knew he'd never eat a peach or take a lick of vanilla ice cream with any kind of innocent thoughts from then on.

He worked her quickly, with soft flicks of his finger against her clit until she was shaking in his arms with the force of her orgasm. He had to lift his hand from her breast and gently clasp it over her mouth to cover her loud moans. She bit down on his finger as her body writhed against his but he didn't care. He just held her until it was over.

"I can't wait to have my mouth on you," he whispered into her ear as she leaned limply against him. Katniss whimpered her approval. "I think I might be too sick to coach soccer today." He touched her forehead with his hand. "And you feel a little warm. I think you shouldn't be around kids after school. You should go home and let me come take care of you."

Peeta tipped her chin up and to the side so he could capture her lips in a kiss. She hummed her agreement against his mouth and turned in his arms, pressing her body into his and when she moved her hands to his pants it wasn't him that stopped her, but the bell announcing the period was over and students would be flooding his classroom soon.

"Shit," he hissed, looking down at the major bulge he was sporting. Dark pants and all, there was no hiding how much he liked Miss Everdeen. "You better go," he said, even though he wanted nothing less in life. He might even take an amputated leg over Katniss leaving him right then.

They both knew she needed to be at least out of the closet before anyone came into the room, so she hastily smoothed down her skirt and rebuttoned her blouse. "I'll see you tonight," she told him before slipping out of the closet.

He had a little time before he had to be out there, but the smell of her still lingered in the tiny room. He needed to get to his desk quickly and sit down. Possibly for the entire class period.

He peeked out the door and, noting the coast was clear, high-tailed it to his chair just as the first few students trickled in.

"Hey, Mr. Mellark," one of his students greeted him. "Are you okay? You look sick."

No truer words. He was definitely sick and getting sicker by the minute. Love sick for Katniss Everdeen, and if there was a cure he didn't want to know about it.

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