Katniss knew what to do, even without ever having really been in a lap before. (Well. There had been that one broadcast after her first Games, but this was nothing like that.) She shifted, as she slid into his lap, to rest one leg at either side of his hips.

Well. She might have known by instinct what to do there, but she didn't know where to go from there. Her mind was racing with possibility, and she shakily skimmed her free hand up to trace his jaw as she kissed him.