Lust
All of her life, Katniss had been a rule breaker. Never one to listen to the guidelines meant to keep the district, and everyone inside it, in check.
It wasn't really a surprise when she found herself against the wall of the new Justice Building, renamed the Freedom Building, with Peeta's lips attacking her own.
She felt something pulsing through her veins. There wasn't a name for it, at least one she could place, because it was at that moment it didn't matter.
There had been months of thrown glasses, torn sheets, and screaming. After she pulled herself out of her own personal hell, somehow she made it hell for everyone else. Even Haymich refused to visit her while she was in one of her moods. Peeta was there always there, in the background, waiting for her to tire herself out so he could patch her up once more.
That Hunger, that insatiable being that was all consuming was back, and it was a force to be reckoned with. Subconsciously, she knew it would not be good for the Mockingjay to be in public making out with The Boy with the Bread, but she was too far in his lips to care.
Lust.
That's what it was, the hunger that had nothing- and-everything to do with the months she spent trapped inside herself.
It was good to be back.