Katniss let out a happy gasp of her own, that weird fluttery want drifting through her abdomen again. She squirmed, trailing one of her feet along his leg. She wanted to climb over him and or pull him on top of her and feel all of him and she'd never wanted anything like this before, not really, and it was strange and new and exciting and she needed to focus.

Focus.

Focus, perhaps, on very gently exploring places to kiss aside from his mouth. Like maybe his neck. She was careful, though.