Well... Yeah. Here it is and here I am throwing my story up in the open to be judged. I'm not afraid of any flames of course, but it doesn't mean I'm not concerned about it. But hey... I won't grow up and become a better writer without a bit rough experience, will I?!

So I am all open to any kind of response, feel free to stuff my face with it. #Trembling

As usual, you know I'm not own hunger games. It does belong to Mrs. Suzanne Collins. She it the AWESOME one #Grinning

Anyway, thanks for being a HG fan and stumbling upon my story! Now… Enjoy! Cheers...

I'm brushing my teeth when I hear my bed room's door closed with a thud.

"Katniss, are you in there?" Peeta asks.

"Yes, I'll be there in a minute."

I spit the toothpaste foam into the sink and gargle to clean my mouth. I put on my pajamas and step out from the bathroom. Peeta sits on my bed; observing a little notebook in his right hand closely.

"You are late, have you eaten yet?"

He raises his head to see me, smiling. "I'm sorry, there are a lot of things to take care of and before I realize its dinner time already so Mr. Keel invited me to join their dinner, it won't happen again."

"No, it's alright. I understand," I climb the bed and take my place beside Peeta; he encircles his left arm around me. "Is everything running smoothly?"

"Yes, it is. If everything goes on schedule, by the end of this month Mellark bakery will get back into business once again."

"So you'll busy all the time then?"

"Not all the time, I'll employ someone. So after I bake all batches for sales, I'll free," Peeta puts his notebook on the nightstand and looks into my eyes. "You'll be busy hunting in the woods; you won't even realize my time away."

"I know, I'm not whining or anything," I hold his gaze." I bet your bakery will be crowded with customers all the time, you are the best baker I have ever known. No-one can beat you cheese buns."

"I hope so," Peeta chuckles.

Suddenly my heart skips a beat; I never know he can look so handsome when he chuckles. It's not that I never saw him chuckle before; I had, but not in this close range.

His blue eyes sparkling with joy when he does. His lips rise slightly, exposing a line of white teeth. Seeing his face looks so fresh and alive somehow fills me with happiness, with hope.

Before I can register what happened, I lean over and kiss him deeply. Our very first kiss after the end of the rebellion two years ago.

I feel it again, the same hunger I felt in the arenas and I want more. I need more. Nothing will interrupt us now as Peeta and I covered safely by my bedroom's walls.

I feel warm. Starting in my chest and spread across my body slowly, from toes to head.

My hands move around his upper body, his broad chest, his neck, his cheek and finally clutching his curly blonde hair tightly. My body moves closer until it brushes up against his.

I let go to get some air and gaze in his eyes, awe with the overwhelming joy I experienced just by kissing him. As I start to lean over again, Peeta takes my face in his hand and kiss my forehead gently.

"I better go," Peeta says.

"What?! Why?" I ask, bewildered.

"I just remember something," Peeta opens the door. "Go ahead and sleep, I don't think I'll be back soon. Good night, Katniss."

And with that he closes the door, leaving me alone. Confuse and taken aback.

Ha-ha. It's done. Hope you ENJOY it, furthermore LIKE it or better LOVE it! #SquealExcitedly

Either, neither; thanks for reading it, folks. Mean a lot to me. Stay around, okay. I'd love to know that you'll stay around.

See you soon... #BearHug #KissesOnTheForehead