[For Claudia]

[fuelforthefire]

Dinner had been amazing, no matter what Claudia had said or how much she had stressed during cooking. I'd teased her, of course, making faces after my first bite before pronouncing it not only edible but delicious. There would likely be some sort of revenge later, but I didn't mind. things felt easy between us most of the time, like this was how they should be. It was a feeling that I was learning to trust, perhaps more slowly than I should have, but I knew Claudia had her own reservations and reasons for holding back.

I'd offered to do the dishes, but she'd insisted that I go sit on the couch with a glass of wine. I'd agreed, but as the minutes ticked past, I wondered what was going on. Was something wrong? "Claudia?" I called out, half-ready to charge into her bedroom and deal with whatever was keeping her, my mind immediately going to intruders or city mischief. "Are you okay?"

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[warehousenextgen]

This may be the worst idea I've ever had. I mean, on some things Peeta and I are totally in synch, even mostly on this, but we haven't really moved on it since talking about it and deciding it was something we both wanted. But I know me and I've gotten to know him and I'm pretty sure this can be cool. Pretty sure.

So when dinner's done, I send Peeta to the living room with some wine and I go back to my bedroom, pulling out the lingerie I'd bought a couple weeks ago. I men, it's not like crazy lacy or anything but it is easily the raciest thing I have ever worn. Standing in front of the mirror, I run my fingers through my hair pretty much laughing at myself. It's ridiculous and - not gonna lie - kind fun in a naughty kind of way.

Hearing Peeta call, I start a little, realizing that, yeah, I might be hiding a little. But there's no time and... tonight's been good. I think it could be better. So tossing my hair back, I give myself a wink and head out. "I don't know, handsome, how am I?"