A/N: So, I will be ending this in a few chapters (not sure how many yet).../but/ I will be writing a sequel. I just want to break it up a bit. Don't worry though, I have a lot to write for this story line. A lot more.


~Katniss's POV~

I wake up to a rapping on the door and Effie yelling for us to wake up. I let out a sigh burying my face against Peeta's chest. I hear him let out a breathy chuckle and know he's awake.

"Will we ever get to sleep through a night?" I could hear the agitation in my own voice. I had finally slept through a night with no nightmares. Maybe it had something to do with my engagement.

"We will when we get back home," he says brushing hair off of my face gently, his blue eyes trained on my face looking at me lovingly.

"Yeah, but will they be nightmare free?" He lets out a sigh running his hand along my arm, rubbing it softly.

"We can hope, plus now that we're engaged we have a reason to live together." He grins at me.

"You're mom is going to love that that one." He lets out a laugh and shrugs.

"Probably not, but my dad and brother's will. They like you." This actually gives me a sense of relief. At least someone in his family likes me. "And Rye, really likes you." I live hitting his shoulder playfully.

"I've noticed." He chuckles and draws me in for a kiss, a thought occurring to me. "Peeta?"

"Hmm?"

"You can always tell when I'm having a nightmare, why can't I tell with you?" I look into his blue eyes wondering what his nightmares are even about.

"I don't kick, or turn, or scream. I guess I just become too paralyzed with fear to do anything." He brings his hnd to my face rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone softly.

"You should wake me. I'm always waking you."

"No. I'm always okay when I see you next to me," his voice comes out hushed his eyes taking on an intensity.

"Why is that?" I couldn't help my curiosity.

"Because, my nightmares are usually about losing you." I feel my cheeks heat up and a smile creeps on my face.

"You're not alone," I whisper which causes him to smile. I felt a little crazy to be smiling about this, but it felt like something that deserved a smile. Maybe I was just crazy. He leans again his lips pressing harder to mine then before. One of his hands slides around my neck tangling, his fingers tangling into my hair. His other hand slides up my side resting on my rib cage.

I slide my hands around his neck my finger tangling into the back of his blonde curls pulling him closer to me. His hand moves to the exposed skin on my hip. His touch sends a shudder of enjoyment through me, only making the need for him stronger. I slide in closer then I would've thought possible our legs tangling together. We were just about as close as two people could be, yet I still felt a need to be closer.

Our kisses intensify as the need grows stronger for both of us. His hand slowly inches up my side again, his fingers slipping under my shirt along the way. I shiver again the touch of his hand on my bare skin feeling like electricity. His hand stops just below my breast and I find myself arching my back wanting him to move a little farther up.

"Katniss! Peeta! Don't make me come in there!" We both pull away quickly untangling ourselves from each other.

"Sorry, Effie!" I look over at Peeta who looks as flushed as I feel.


~Peeta's POV~

I could still feel the need buzzing through my body even after we pull away. I never felt anything quite like that before. I hadn't had any girlfriends before Katniss, but I never imagined feeling that way. It was completely new to me, and I'm sure by the look on Katniss's face it was new for her too. I was still at a loss when I looked at her. She is the president's daughter, and she could have anyone she wanted yet for some unfathomable reason she chose me.

"We'd better get up," I say feeling a little breathless and light headed still.

"Probably." Katniss let's out a light laugh and slides out of bed her over sized shirt hanging down to her knees. I slide out of bed after her and follow her into the hall.

"What in God's name were you two doing in there?" Haymitch arches an eyebrow looking between the two of us almost suspiciously.

"Waking up? Talking? What do you think?" Katniss half snaps at him.

"I can think of a lot of things you could be doing in a bedroom," Haymitch grins as Katniss's mouth falls open.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," she snaps and storms into the dining cart. Haymitch turns to me his drunken grin still on his face. Now that we were almost back in District Twelve he was relaxing and beginning to fall back into old habits.

"So, did you get lucky lover boy?" I roll my eyes shaking my head.

"I'm waiting until I'm married thank you. Not that it's any of your business." I was a little irritated with Haymitch for being so nosy. Although, he wasn't that far off with his assumptions.

"Hmm, we'll see. That'll change when you're back home living together as fiance's," he says slurring slightly. I shake my head.

"So that's the kind of person you think I am. Good to know," my tone takes on a slight humorous manner.

"I'm just messing with you, lover boy. It's fun to get Kit kat all worked up." I chuckle shaking my head.

"Well, it doesn't take much." I had to admit Katniss had a quick temper, but her temper goes as quick as it comes. Haymitch turns and starts towards the dinning cart, and I quickly follow suit.


After breakfast and a lot of bickering between Haymitch and Katniss, Portia and Cinna take us to be prepped. District Twelve hadn't been the last stop on the Victory Tour since Haymitch one. I wasn't sure how good the feast would be, not that it mattered. I just wanted to be home. Home with my Katniss.


~Katniss's POV~

I sit quietly as Cinna does my makeup, and my prep team fusses over my nails, and hair. I find myself holding back a groan. I was tired of being poked and dressed up like a barbie. I just want to get back to my home in District Twelve, and away from the camera's. At least until they came back for wedding stuff. I knew the Capitol would want to be a part of every detail and that irritates me more than anything.

"Alright, stand up. Time to get the dress on," Cinna's calm voice calls from behind me. I stand up looking at my reflection in the mirror. My lips were a very light pink, and my make up was very girly and light. Most my hair is up in a messy-ish bun, a few pieces curled and hanging around my face. I lift my arms as Cinna comes over to me with the dress.

He carefully slips it over my nicely done hair, careful to mess anything up. The dress falls just below my knees, the skirt black with a bit of see through gray fabric hanging at the bottom. The top of the dress strapless and black with a bit of pinks forming at my breasts.

"It's so pretty," I say smiling at Cinna from my reflection. The dress has black, but the way my makeup and hair is done, and the touch of pink made me appear innocent. That's the way every dress has been over the tour. It all aimed to make me look innocent, and not like I wanted to start a rebellion.

"Well, let's get you to Peeta, Haymitch, and Effie for your arrival back in District Twelve." I nod and follow Cinna and prep team out of my room.

"I'm glad we're almost home," I say with a sigh of relief. I walk into the main cart with Cinna to find Peeta, Haymitch, Effie, and Portia waiting.

"Well, Portia and I are going to stay on the train, so might as well say goodbye's now. Don't worry though, I'll be seeing you with some wedding dresses soon." Cinna winks at me and I can't help but laugh. He could tell how much I disliked the idea of the Capitol having a hand in my wedding. I wrap my arms around him in a hug, and then Portia.

"I'll see you guys then," I say as Peeta hugs them both as well.

"Thank you, you guys," Peeta says nodding. They both smile and saunter off.

"As soon as the feast is over, you guys are done until it's time for wedding stuff," Effie shrills from behind us. I turn to see her beaming.

"You look beautiful, even if you're scowling," Peeta whispers in my ear causing me to laugh. His arm winds around my waist and he pulls me into his side where I fit perfectly. His lips press to my temple softly. "Almost home," he says.

"For that, I am thankful." He chuckles beside me.

"Come on you two love birds, we'll be there in five minutes," Haymitch waves us toward the windows next to the door. I take Peeta's hand holding it tightly and watch as District Twelve comes into view. A smile of relief crosses my face. The Victory Tour was finally over and either I succeeded or I didn't, it didn't matter now. What's done is done, and there's no going back. Peeta and I had done everything in our power to defuse the crowds, now it was out of our hands. There was nothing left to do.


The feast is small and calm. The amount of food was probably the most District Twelve had seen since Haymitch won.

"Katniss!" Prim runs up to me wrapping her small arms around my waist.

"Hey, there," I say wrapping my arms around her in return. Mr and Mrs Everdeen come up behind her as well. "How have you been?" I smile looking down at her. Her blonde hair in two braids.

"I've been good. We've missed you and Peeta on the weekends!" Peeta and I had fallen into the habit of hanging out with them every Saturday. Mr. Everdeen sometimes even took me into the woods with him to hunt. It was an amazing feeling to be out in the woods with a bow and arrow in my hands. When we go into the woods Peeta usually shows Prim how to decorate cakes.

Peeta and I had one more than one occasion talked about moving in with each other and giving the other house to the Everdeen's. We had seen were they live, and though they were happy they deserved more.

"Miss Katniss!" I turn from Prim to find Peeta's brother Rye approaching us. I roll my eyes but smile anyways. He hugs his brother then hugs me. "I've missed seeing your pretty face around here."

"Shut up Rye," I say laughing.

"You know you missed me."

"You wish," I say with a smirk. He pretends to look hurt.

"Well, at least Peeta did." He moves to hug his brother.

"Rye, get off me, and leave my fiance alone," Peeta says with a huge grin.

"Fiance!?" Prim calls from behind us, excitement in her voice.

"Didn't you see? Peeta proposed when we were in the Capitol," I say smiling widely.

"Damn, now she's really off limits. Dude, you couldn't share?" Rye punches Peeta in the arm jokingly.

"Nope, she's all mine." I grin and stick my tongue out at Rye, and laugh as he does the same.

"Mom and dad are one their way, by the way," Rye says seriously now. A few moments later after conversations and teasing Peeta's parents show up along with his oldest brother and his wife.

"Hi, I'm Wheaton, and this is my wife Macy," Wheaton stretches out his hand and I take it shaking it.

"Nice to meet you," I say with a smile.

"Can we go home now? We saw the boy let's go," Marla snaps. I glare in her direction, although she doesn't seem to notice. I could just tell I was going to have more problems with Peeta's mother. After spending a while talking the Everdeen's and the Mellark's depart leaving Peeta and I to greet the others. The mayor and his daughter, and who I'm assuming is her boyfriend come up to greet us.

"Nice to have you back. Congratulations on your engagement," the mayor tells us.

"It'd be nice to talk to you guys once. I'm Madge, and this is Gale my boyfriend," Madge introduces herself smiling softly. I nod in agreement almost awkwardly, and watch as they walk away.

"Great job you two, let's get you guys home," Haymitch says and relief washes through me. Home.

"That sounds like a great idea," I say slipping my hand into Peeta's as we head home.


I slide into my bed with Peeta. I had talked him into staying with me. He is my fiance after all, and he might as well move in with me, although I didn't want to bring it up myself.

"Hey, Kat?"

"Yeah, Peeta?" His strong, safe arms wrap around me, holding me close. I let my eyes slide close feeling for the first time today how tired I actually am.

"Did you want me to move in?" He asks kissing my forehead.

"I'd love for you to move in," I say smiling through the sleep.

"Go to sleep, we'll work everything out tomorrow. I love you," he says.

"I love you too," I say back as sleep takes over, and I fall asleep in his arms.