It's a brief and smug smile that crosses her face when he has to unbutton his pants. While there's no doubt in her mind that he's enjoying this, it's nice to see proof of it. Always nice to be reminded just how she affects him.

She spreads her legs wider for him, one knee pointing straight up while the other remains only slightly bent. She feels greedy, so utterly desperate for more and more of those tongue strokes, of those fingers on her heated skin. It's not enough. Can it ever be enough?

"More, Peeta," she mumbles between gasping breaths. The ache builds between her legs, aided by the anticipation building all night. "Harder. Please? More?"