Hello, all. This is my second 'Hunger Games' story. This story was inspired by Jeff Bernat's Moonlight Chemistry. Many of you may not know him but check him out. The song is so sensual that it made me think of Katniss and Peeta through the night.

I wrote this in Peeta's perspective because I wanted Peeta to be dominant in their love making. I wanted the story to be seen in Peeta's light and how he moves with Katniss. Nonetheless, it wasn't easy writing this story. I wanted to make it innocent and lightly explicit as I imagined their love to be. I always imagined their love making to be innocent whether it be their first or not. I tried to put in my emotions in their love making as well, although it was difficult. I actually felt my heart constrict at one part of the story.

Anyways, I hope you guys will enjoy the story. Also, check out my first 'Hunger Games' story entitled 'Memories.'

Leave a review! It will be much appreciated to hear your feedback and criticisms.

"There is no rush, we can take it slow. Ain't nobody near, and no place we have to go. Let's just slow it down. It's just you and me. There is nothing better than some moonlight chemistry." – Jeff Bernat, Moonlight Chemistry

I hear noises. I cover my ears with my pillow and ignore the constant ringing of the telephone. It stops. I sigh in relief but it rings again and I jerk up on my bed. I look at the clock. 2 a.m. Frustrated, I grab the receiver and growl at the person on the other line.

"Hello?" I say harshly. I hear no response but a slight whimper. I immediately soften, completely aware of the person on the other line.

"Katniss," I softly say this time, trying to ease the tension that I started.

"What's wrong?" She's panting, breathless and haggard.

"Peeta," her voice barely registers in my ears and I put the receiver down, rushing to the house next to mine. I almost break down her door, running past the kitchen, to the stairs and to her bedroom. My eyes fly to her form, sitting on the bed with her knees hugged to her chest. She looks at me and I take in her dishevelled self. Sweat runs to her forehead and her neck, her hair tangled in a mess and her face flushed red as if she ran a marathon. I move closer and sit on the edge of the bed. I cup her face with my hands and look at her beautiful gray eyes.

"Did you have another nightmare?" She looks down.

"I wouldn't call it a nightmare." She whispers, her voice barely audible. "It was…"

"Tell me," I say, tilting her chin up to face me. Her face is flushed. Is she blushing? I raise my eyebrows at her and she looks away again.

"Come on. You can tell me."

"I don't know, Peeta." She looks at me. "I don't know how to tell you." She pauses. "No, I don't want to tell you." I suddenly feel hurt at her refusal to tell me. Slowly, I inch my hands away from her face and place it on my lap. I sigh.

"It's okay. I underst – "

"No. I, I – " She stutters and looks down again. "I want to show you my dream." I stare at her curiously.

She grabs my face and crushes her lips to mine. My eyes fly wide open before I can register her actions. She's kissing me. Her hands snake to the back of my head, her fingers threading on my hair and I shudder at the sensation. I grab her waist, squeezing her tightly as I kiss her with every ounce of emotion. Realization hits me and I pull away.

"Katniss," I pant. "What are you doing?"

"I'm showing you my dream." She says breathlessly and crushes her lips to mine again and pulls me closer to her body. She kisses me like it's going to be her last and I kiss her back with equal fervour. Her lips move to my jaw line, leaving hungry trails of kisses from my right ear and to my neck. She leaves open-mouthed kisses and lightly licks at the sensitive spot on my neck. I pull away from her.

"Katniss," I chuckled. "Slow down. It's just us."

"I want you, Peeta." She says in a lustful tone.

"Let's take it slow." I look at her reddened face. "Okay?" She nods and I take her face with my hands. I kiss her forehead, "I," her nose, "want," her left cheek, "this," her right cheek, "to be special." I gaze at her eyes lovingly before I kiss her lightly on the lips. My lips slowly move against hers, giving her only light, feathery kisses, wanting this moment to last. My lips mould with hers as she slowly kisses me back. Her mouth dances with mine as my right hand moves to the nape of her neck, cradling her while my left hand snakes to her waist.

She grips my shoulders and deepens the kiss, pulling me closer to her body. I lay her down on the bed, my lips never leaving hers. I hover above her as I carefully put my weight down against her body. She buries her hands on my hair and I growl against her mouth. Her light fingers against my scalp send shivers down my body. She smiles.

I slightly move above her and she gasps at the contact. Our pelvises touching as I move my hips closer to hers. I smile and lightly nip at her bottom lip. I run my lips over her jaw, tracing her face with the light touches of my lips, lightly blowing air, teasing her and she shivers. I bring my lips to her right ear and I breathe heavily.

"You are so beautiful," I whisper huskily and I kiss her, gently sucking on her right earlobe. I move to her left ear and whisper, "I love you."

"I love you, too." My heart burst in joy as her whispered words travels to my ears and shoots in my heart. She looks at me with so much love that I can't help but feel so lucky to have her with me.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my face closer to hers. Nose to nose, she looks at me and whispers "I love you" once more, her lips lightly grazing my own before capturing me in a searing kiss.

Our kisses become more heated and passionate as I trace her bottom lip with my tongue and she opens her mouth. Her tongue shyly touches my own and my body tingles at the contact. I explore her, tasting her, my tongue battling with hers. I gently suck on her tongue and she moans.

She runs her hands through my hair, to my neck, my shoulders, and wanders off to my waist, tugging the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and taking it off my body. Her fingers dance on my back, lightly tracing the scars that decorate it and I grunt. I grab her waist closer to mine and I kiss her hungrily. My hands travel to her waist, slowly caressing her up and down before I tug on her nightdress, pulling it off of her.

I pull away and study her, her bare chest greets me as she wears no bra, rises up and down as she catches her breath and I notice the long scar tattooed on her body. It runs from her left breast and to the expanse of her stomach. I almost want to cry. I trace my fingers to her sides, slowly bringing it up, running it to the valley of her breasts before I move to her scar, leaving ghostly touches over her stomach.

"Peeta," she says, her voice hoarse. I look at her and notice her eyes brimming with tears and I kiss her. I kiss her with so much ardour, wanting her to feel my heart and the love that I have for her. And I want to wipe away all her pain, all her fears, and the memories that haunt her. I want her to know that I will always love her. And I want her to know that I will never leave her. I'll always stay with her. Always.

I kiss her mouth, her neck, and her collarbone. She writhes underneath me and I move my chest closer to hers. My breath hitches as her bare breasts touches mine, her taut nipples grazing against my hot skin. She arches her back as my hips move, my erection pressing against her thigh.

I run my hand to her right leg and to her thigh, lifting it up as I move in between her. She gasps and I capture her mouth. Her hands scurry to the waistband of my boxers having difficulty pulling it down. She brings her left leg to my waist, her toes gripping on my boxers and pulls it down. Her nails graze my calf muscle and I groan. I scratch her thigh and grab her butt. She lets out a squeak as my fingers caress her buttocks before I teasingly pull down her panty. I let it slide down to her slender legs and to her ankles and chuck it to the growing pile of clothes.

Her hands find my face, cup my cheeks and kiss me full on the lips as I position myself between her. I lightly graze her with my erection and she whimpered.

"Peeta." Slowly, I penetrate her and she winces. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I shower her with kisses as I move deeper in her. I stop and look at her. Her hips wiggle and she opens her legs wider. She kisses me on the lips and I begin.

I move slowly, making her comfortable and letting her feel the sensation. I grunt as I carefully move, trying to ease the pain. Soon, she moves with me. Her hips buckle and we move in synchronizing motion. We find rhythm and we dance into the night.

"Katniss," I pant as my hips move against hers. She kisses me as I move faster and she moans. I grip her waist tightly, pulling her hips closer to mine. She encircles her legs around my waist and I groaned as the new position surprises me. She locks her ankles on my back and pulls me closer to her body. I move in a faster pace and she hugs me, her mouth close to my ear as she breathes heavily. She moans my name and a surge of electricity runs through my body as I thrust in deeper. She heaves and arches her back.

"Katniss," I moan as I find myself closer to release. I move faster and deeper and she shudders. I feel a rush of adrenaline in my veins as she scratches my back and screams my name. For a moment, I still and I drop my whole weight on top of her body. I'm still moving inside her, slowly this time as she finds her release. Her legs remain locked around my waist as I plop my shoulders on the bed. I look at her and wipe the sweat off her forehead. She smiles and kisses my lips.

"So, what kind of dream did you have?" I laugh as she slaps my arm playfully.

Unexpectedly, we danced under the moonlight with chemistry I never knew existed between us.