One arm wound up around his neck, as though entirely of its own accord. Her fingertips brushed through the hair at the nape of his neck, and though it wasn't exactly new territory, it was different somehow. Intimate. She'd gone so long without touching that now she felt starved.

Her other hand rest on his chest. That was sort of new -- Katniss knew about lust, but she hadn't felt it much. This was exciting in a whole new way. It stirred something low in her abdomen, sending a fluttering through her stomach as her skin warmed. It gave her ideas.

It made her want.

So she pressed closer to him, lightly crushing her hand between them as she clumsily deepened the kiss, muffling a sigh against his lips.