No, they're not in a hurry, nor should they be. The smart thing to do would be to take everything slow. Take tonight slow and talk everything out rather than fall into bed together. But they both know the kind of curve balls that life can throw. Something you take for granted can be taken away forever. So while they aren't in a hurry, while Katniss had heard and acknowledged his instance to go slow, she can't. She can't take the chance something else might happen and she'd miss out on Matt. Neither of them planned on tonight - or the complications of a relationship that they'll now have to navigate through - but Katniss doesn't regret a thing.

He has a point. It's not as if Katniss had willingly decided to be either of those things, a killer or a prostitute. She had signed on to a job thinking she'd be an au pair. She had made a mistake and then did what she could do to make something out of that mistake. Funding Prim's future had made the most sense when Katniss doubted she'd have much of a future. She didn't think she'd live long enough to regret anything. She had been wrong. But since meeting Matt, those regrets have been much few and further between.

"Please don't stop," she mumbles again, her words coming out breathy and desperate. It's never been this easy to be so vocal. She's used to it; it had been the easiest way to convince her patrons of things her body wouldn't necessarily agree with. But with Matt, all those words and sounds flow. She manages to open her eyes enough to look at him - the head of dark hair that her fingers remain laced in, the way he seems to lap up everything he elicits within her - and it's nearly enough to undo her all over again. The orgasm starts to subside and she laughs again between heavy breaths. She wants to feel that pleasure again and again, as often as Matt would wish. Katniss suspects that she could grow addicted to him. "I wish you could see what you've done to me."