"Your twenty two years old; I should not be waking your ass up!" I whisper. "You need to learn to get up on your own."

"Oh, I can get up on my own; I just like it way more when you do it because I feel incredible to wake with your lips pressed against mine."

"What if I do this?" I smack his chest, lightly, of course.

"Then I'll just do this." He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, pulling me so I'm on top of him, sitting on his bare groin.

We're both completely naked. I remember what we were doing last night and a light blush fills my cheeks as his lips move slowly against my own.

I pull away before getting carried away. It is Christmas Eve and if we don't get to Peeta's mothers house in the next hour, they'll kill us.

We've lived along for four years now.

"Wait, can I ask you a question?" he blurts.

"You just did." A smirk tugs at my lips.

"Marry me?" he asks. "I planned to take you out and everything but you look so beautiful right now and I just wanted to ask…"

He doesn't ramble about how I don't have to if I don't want to, he just stays silent, searching my eyes.

Marry him? He wants to get married?

"If you say yes," he begins after what must be an eternity of silence from the both of us. "Then we get married." He runs his hands up and down my thighs, running his fingertips high and higher until my come to the curse of my breasts before drifting back down to my knees and back up again. "And if you say no," Pain flickers in his blue eyes. "Then I'll keep asking you. Unless you leave…as long as you're happy…then I'll live."

I continue staring at him. My mind is searching through every single reason that is a no.

I can't think of one.

Peeta saved me, he gave me my life, he took care of me, and he makes sure I come first.

I know he would never leave me.

My phone starts ringing in the living room. We both ignore.

It's a couple minutes after that I start to respond, my hands sliding up and down his chest. His hands continue to slide up and down my front. "Yes." I whisper. "Yes I will marry you."

"Really?" his eyes light up.

"Yes." I whisper. "But we can't have sex. We're already going to be late."

"Can we take a shower?" he stands up and lifts me into his arms. "I mean we're taking a shower." He's got me under the spray before I can even think of a protest.

…a…

"You guys are over an hour and a half late." Mother crosses her arms. The judging eyes of all of our families, Johanna and Finnick and Glimmer and Clove and Cato's and Annie's all combined with Peeta and I's are staring at us with challenging, suspicious expressions.

My eyes flick to Peeta's at the same time his flick to mine and then his eyes flick to our hands, my left hand, which contains the ring hidden by his. The silent conversation between the two of us was so remotely small that nobody even noticed it. He nods his head, the tiniest bit. "I know…we got a bit caught up." I hold my left hand out and almost immediately, tears well in her eyes.

"What is that?" Mrs. Mellark shoots forward to grab my hand. Her eyes flick between the two of us.

"Is that finally a ring?" Johanna asks, stepping forward to grab my hand. "Shit, that's nice." She says. "About fucking time Loverboy, you guys fuck like infinity times a day."

My cheeks start to heat up. It's true. We can hardly keep our hands off of one another. If someone else is in the room, his gaze will be on me at one moment and when he looks away my gaze will be on him. And the funny thing is; we don't even do it on purpose.

"Sis!" Rye picks me up and spins me around, high up in the air.

"Hey!" I squirm around in his arms and he purposely drops me on the floor.

"The fuck Rye?" Peeta pulls me to my feet.

"What? She's my sister is my job to piss her off."

"Not to drop her on the floor." Peeta snaps.

"Don't fight." I shoot Peeta a warning look.

"Yeah Peeta, don't fight." Rye says.

"Oh wait a moment. If I'm you sister then it's my job to embarrass you, right?" I ask challengingly.

"You can't embarrass me. I can't be embarrassed. It's impossible." He crosses his arms stubbornly.

"Alright, in that case, I caught Rye masturbating two days ago moaning about his best friend Lexi." I shoot his best friend a look. "But…it doesn't matter, he can't be embarrassed, right, Rye?" I ask.

His eyes are wide and he's frozen like stone.

Lexi shrugs. "About time." She says.

Of course I wouldn't do something like that to Rye unless I knew it wouldn't end badly. I went and asked Lexi what she thought of Rye and she told me he was hot as fuck and he wants his dick inside her. I laugh and she made me swear not to tell. "When did you come into the room?" he asks.

'Yeah, what were you doing in his room?" Peeta narrows his eyes.

"I didn't go into the room. The door was shut, but I hear him go 'ohhhh, fuck Lexi, that feels great!'." I use a deep male moan to quote Rye. "But Lexi wasn't there."

Rye's face goes bright red. "I'll get you back for that." He says.

"I can her back." Graham smirks.

I shrug, "Is this about you catching me masturbating, too?" I ask.

"Yes," he says.

"Well yeah, I mean…obviously. When I want something, I pretend like I've got what I want." I lean back against Peeta's chest. "Who's Cameron, Graham?" I raise my eyebrows. "She your girlfriend? Friend?"

"Friend." He narrows his eyes.

"Well…obviously you wish it was more." I reply. Peeta snickers and rests his chin on my head.

Graham pales. "You're a stalker." He says.

"You were at our house in our bathroom!" I say, gesturing between Peeta and I.

"Shit Graham, at least go to your car or something." Peeta grumbles.

"Oh please Peet, like your any better." Rye snaps. "Moaning like crazy in your fucking bedroom yesterday morning.

"There's a big difference." Peeta says.

"About some girl named Alyssa." Graham says.

"Bullshit. I was with him yesterday morning because I was the one that was causing it. He doesn't even know an Alyssa."

"Yeah, most times I'm caught, I'm not alone." Peeta defends himself.

Rye and Graham look slightly defeated.

"We'll just get her back another way." Rye and Graham look at each other and charge for me. Thhey wrench me from Peeta's arms.

"Hey!" I squirm around in Rye's arms.

"To the pool!"

"The pool?" I whimper.

We are in Illinois. We haven't moved to Florida yet and I'm not sure we're even going to.

"The pool!" Johanna cackles and everyone grabs their cameras and follow.

"Come on guys, that dress is all she has to wear." Peeta argues. When we get outside, Graham holds me still as Rye pulls off my dress.

"Assholes! Asshole but me down my fucking assholes!" I'm tosses right into the freezing cold water, and it's so cold that I'm literally shaking when I climb out, and I charge the boys and manage to shove both of them in.

I'm angry. "Your going to get frostbite." Peeta says.

"Why do you even care?" I spit.

"I think you answered yourself that question a few years ago.