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disclaimer: this is from an unpublished fic of mine from three years ago, and i'm not entirely sure if all of the writing in this is mine. i'm hesitant to post it because of that and will be editing it soon to remove any elements i don't believe are my own writing.
"Are you nervous?" Peeta asked Katniss as the two entered the elevator to head to their hotel suite. Katniss looked over to him, dashing in his wedding tux.
"Maybe just a little," Katniss said, a smile graced on her lips. "I think it's just left over from the wedding though." Katniss looked down at her wedding dress thinking about all the fuss she went through to look beautiful for the big day. "It was really daunting, having all those people staring at us."
"Tell me about it," he chuckled. "I was stuck in front of a huge crowd of people waiting for you to walk down the aisle." Peeta moved closer to his wife and gently wrapped his arms around her. "But once you were by my side, once I could hold you, I was floating on clouds."
"It is very calming to be with you." Katniss tilted her head to give him a kiss. The elevator dinged and she turned to watch the doors open. Peeta unwrapped his arms around her, taking Katniss' hand he lead her to their suite. Katniss bit her lip as she smiled at him while he unlocked the door.
"Nope," Peeta pulled Katniss back when she tried to step in. She looked up at him in confusion until he put an arm under her knees and around her bag. He lifted her up with ease and carried her across the threshold. "Must keep with tradition," he kissed Katniss' nose as he placed her back on her feet. He walked back to close the door as Katniss surveyed the room.
"Peeta, someone left us champagne," Katniss called as she touched the bottle. "and it's still chilled."
"It seems it's from the Capitol attendant," Peeta came over to Katniss with a card in his hands. "Apparently they left it when they dropped off our luggage earlier."
"Why did they want to do that anyways?" Katniss asked him, grabbing the glasses as he opened the bottle and poured some for both of them. "You don't think they expect us to do anything weird?"
"You mean like sex games?" he asked as his cheeks turned a deep crimson shade, the shade of blood on fresh snow. "Yeah, they do; it's the Capitol, and we're the 'star-crossed lovers.'"
"The Capitol is weird," Katniss said as she finished the glass. "I'm going to go change out of this dress."
Katniss walked over to her luggage and pulled out her silk robe. She grinned in satisfaction since she was able to free herself into something more comfortable, but as she reached back to grab the zipper holding the dress together, it refused to move even a small bit. "Peeta... can you help me? I think my zipper's stuck," It took less than thirty seconds for her to feel her husband's hands against her skin, instantly warming her.
"How did you manage this?" He joked as he slid the zipper down before leaning forward to press his lips against her exposed shoulder. The feeling of Katniss shuddering within his very hands with only the slightest touch sent his mind into a frenzy as he unknowingly trailed his kisses up her neck where she leant to the side, giving him space to explore her. "You're so beautiful," Peeta said softly behind her as Katniss' dress pooled around her ankles, joining the robe she'd dropped the moment Peeta's lips touched her skin. He trailed kisses from the sensitive spot behind her ear down her neck and shoulders. Katniss let out a soft sigh as she gripped the side of her luggage. Peeta's kisses, along with the champagne, made the world seem like it was made for only them. "Let's move this to the bed," Peeta said, his voice husky.
