A/N: Hello everybody! I'm taking a break from my other story and writing this. Review and tell me what you think! Also, Katniss' nightmare is after the feast in the first Games, and after that it's in her room on the train coming home from the Capitol. Oh, and I'm gonna do the thing where you post some lyrics on here and you have to guess the name of the song and who it's by. If I update this again-which I most likely will-I'll give a shout out to the people that guessed correctly.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or the lyrics.
Do you mean all the things you are?
Are you pleased with the way things are?
Wear that dress to protect the scar
That only I have seen.
I'm running through the arena, trying desperately to get back to mine and Peeta's cave. I hold on to the backpack containing Peeta's medicine tighter as I run through a river. When I get to the other side, I stop for a second to wipe blood from eyes, and then I'm running again.
When I reach the cave, I almost collapse from exhaustion, blood loss, and relief. I open the backpack and bring out a syringe filled with a clear liquid, and turn to look at the place where Peeta is still sleeping.
Or where he should be sleeping.
I look around the cave again, and sure enough, he isn't there. I start to panic, and soon I'm running all over the cave, calling out his name, with tears streaming down my face. I rush outside, still calling his name, when I hear the voice behind me.
"He's gone, but don't worry. You'll be joining him soon enough."
I whirl around, reaching for an arrow in the process, but only to discover that all of my weapons have mysteriously disappeared. And it couldn't have been better timing, because as I look at Cato, with murder written in his eyes, all I can think of is how much I wish I at least had my knife.
Something above Cato's head catches my eye, and, to my horror, I see Peeta, hanging lifelessly from a noose Cato has managed to fit in between a fissure in the rocks. Cato starts to laugh, a cruel, heartless, evil laugh, but I pay no attention to him. All I can do is scream at Peeta's body, beg him to say something, anything, stare into those blank eyes, which have permanently lost their warmth…
I shoot straight up in bed, panting like I've just run ten miles, tears still in my eyes, my throat hoarse from screaming so much. I'm so scared by my dream, I almost jump a foot in the air when a pair of warm hands grabs my shoulders.
"Katniss, are you okay?" Peeta asks. Peeta. I've never been so happy to hear his voice. I start to sob with relief. I don't even think twice when I launch myself into his arms, which move to hold me instantly. One wraps around my waist, and the other moves to stroke my hair. He pulls me towards him so I can sit on his lap, and I don't complain. In fact, my heartbeat picks up a little bit. I pull back just a little bit so I can look into his eyes, and I remember their blank stare in my dream, and I start to sob again. He pulls me against him, laying my head down on his chest while he whispers in my ear.
"Shhh. It's okay Katniss…you're safe…..you're okay…shhh."
He whispers things like this to me for a while, I don't know how long, but I do know he never stops whispering, or stroking my hair. When I finally stop crying, Peeta loosens his grip for me to pull back so we can look at each other. I look in to his eyes, his beautiful, sapphire eyes, and I have the urge to never look away. I feel it again too, that warmth in my stomach from the cave when he kissed me. I touch my forehead to his, and I hear his breath hitch.
"Please, don't leave me," I whisper.
Determination, promise, and…something else fills his eyes as he whispers back, "Never. I promise."
I don't know who leans in first, but all I know is I do not want to be the one who pulls away first. His lips are soft on mine, gentle, and warm. I can smell the faint scent of cinnamon and dill, like he just got back from working at the bakery, and it makes the warmth in my stomach grow even more, and suddenly, just this is not enough. My arms go to wrap around his neck and, as if reading my mind, Peeta's arms go to wrap around my waist, pulling us closer. My heartbeat quickens even more, if possible. We kiss like this for a while, and something-instinct, I guess-makes me run my tongue across his bottom lip. He opens his mouth and his tongue enters my mouth and massages my tongue, which causes me to moan. He runs his tongue along mine, and suddenly, our tongues are locked in….a battle, I guess you could say. I turn in his lap so my legs are on either side of him, and we are facing each other. My hands go from his neck to tangle in his golden curls, and he leans back on the bed so I lay on top of him. This goes on for what felt like hours, but was most likely a couple of minutes, before we pull away to catch our breathes, but even then I only put my forehead against his. I look in to his eyes, his beautiful eyes, and find myself lost in a sea of blue.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks while pushing a lock of my hair back, which had come out of its braid during our kiss. I cup his face in my hands. "You have the most beautiful eyes." I say, which is very unlike myself, but with Peeta, I now know I can let my walls down with him. Because, as I look into his eyes, I know he will never do anything to hurt me. I know now, as he looks up at me with a bright spark in his eyes, that I was so stupid to have ever doubted that his love for me was real.
Peeta smiles at me, the smile that I love so much. I smile back, and run my fingers through his hair, another thing I love, and his eyes. Oh, his eyes. I think about Peeta, about everything he is, what he loves, what he hates. I think of some of my favorite things about him. His hair, how soft it feels under my fingers. His voice, how he can tell me everything I need to hear one moment, and how he can make a crowd believe anything else another. His arms, how they hold me tightly to him, and offer me the comfort I need. His ability to see the good in the most horrendous people, no matter how awful they are. There's so many things about him I love, I can't even name them all, but I love every one of them. I love them all. I love him.
I love him. I love Peeta Mellark, and he loves me. Just the thought brings a smile to my face that's so big, my cheeks start to hurt. Peeta notices and laughs. His laugh. Another thing I love about him. "What?" he asks. "You love me," I say, still smiling like an idiot. He grins at me. "I do. So? You already knew that." I kiss his lips softly for a moment before pulling away. I lean in and whisper in his ear, "Because I love you too." I pull back and look at the stunned expression on his face, his eyes filled with hope, and I smile and lean in to kiss him again, but this time is different.
I pour all of my love into this kiss, letting him know I love him, how sorry I am for not realizing it sooner and how I'm ready now. Once he gets over his shock, Peeta kisses me back just as lovingly. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, and uses his other arm to pull me closer. I lock my hands in his hair again, and pull his mouth closer to me. The kiss becomes more hungry, more urgent. I open my mouth and instantly his tongue meets mine, and we kiss each other as though the moment we break apart, we'll never see each other again. Peeta flips us on the bed so he's on top of me now. I hook one of my legs around his hip, and let my hands wander from his hair down his chest and stomach to the hem of his shirt, which I tug on as a message I hope Peeta will get. Thankfully he does, and he breaks the kiss to remove it and toss it on the floor. I run my hands over his muscular chest, and over his abs. He moans and lays us back down. He starts to kiss my neck, and I run his hair through my fingers again. He kisses my collarbone and moves all the way back up to suck gently on the skin under my earlobe, which in turn makes me moan loudly. He smiles against my skin, and continues where he left off. He trails down again and starts to kiss and suck on my neck. I close my eyes, in complete and utter bliss. He gets to my collarbone again, and pulls down the collar of my shirt to kiss me more.
I was starting to get hot. Too hot. I found myself thinking of things I've never given thought to before, and I knew that if I didn't stop this right now, I might regret it sometime later in my life. Plus, I had just told Peeta I loved him, what, a couple minutes ago? I didn't want to take things too quickly, so, as much as I hated to do it, I pulled Peeta away from me and looked in to his eyes again.
"Not tonight," I say. "Maybe some night, but not tonight." He rolls over so we're laying on our sides, and nods understandingly. "Okay. I completely understand. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to-" I cut him off with a kiss. "I didn't say that," I say, blushing. "I do want to, but I think we should take things slower." He nods in agreement with me, and goes to get out of bed when I grab his arm.
"Where are you going?" I ask, now remembering the reason he came in my room in the first place. If he leaves and I fall back asleep, I will be plagued by nightmares, I know it. He smiles reassuringly at me and kisses me on my forehead. "I told you I'd never leave you, remember?" His eyes soften, and he leans down and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I blush when I realize he was only getting his shirt. He lays it at the foot of the bed and I scoot over in the bed to make room for him.
He pulls the covers back and climbs in beside me, and I immediately scoot closer to him. I lay my head on the pillow so close to Peeta's head, I can feel his breath on my face. I put one arm over him, and let my hand rest on his back, while my other hand goes to rest over his heart. He wraps one arm around my waist-and uses it to pull me closer to him-and puts the other under my head to use as a pillow, even though I have one. But as I lay my head down on his arm, and find it a much better pillow than the one I had been using. While his arm is muscular-not that I'm complaining-his bare skin is as soft as silk.
As I'm drifting off to sleep, I snuggle in closer to Peeta. He presses his lips to my temple and murmurs "I love you" over and over again. Right before sleep over takes me, I whisper, "I love you, too"
I fall asleep feeling protected, happy, and completely blissful.
There you go! So, should I continue or not? If I get more than 10 reviews, I'll update!