He was content with kissing. As long as it was with Katniss and they were in their bubble of happiness in this makeshift bed. He'd will those thoughts away the best he could because... because he didn't want to stop and because she felt so nice and warm just from this and he was happy with that.

One of his hands began to move up though, sliding away from her back so he could gently rest it on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing against the soft line of her jaw.