"Jo?" Katniss grabs my arm, pulling me back through the open door and into the room. "I… I'm not good with words." She starts.
"No kidding." I grumble under my breath.

We've been doing this for months now, this stupid back and forth, fighting and leaving angry, blaming each other.
It was stupid to even come to Twelve, but after everything, Haymitch and Katniss were all I had left. Finnick was gone, Annie might as well be now, and Beetee and I were never close. Peeta… Well, he made me uncomfortable, there's no way around that. He still wasn't Peeta, not the old Peeta anyway. He was distorted, shiny round the edges like the Tracker Jacker hallucinations that changed him.

I'd never admit it, but the entire time Katniss had been in the Capitol, I hadn't slept. The room was too quiet, too eerie. At least if I'm here I'll know where she is. That's she save, tucked away in her house.

I let her pull me back into her house, cross my arms over my chest as she closes the door behind me.
"We can't keep doing this, Katniss." I tell her, turning to face her.
She sighs, leaning forward and bumping her head against the door. "I know… I…" She trails off, her brow furrowing like she's struggling to find the words.
"If you're just going to huff at me I'm leaving." I reach out for the door handle but she grabs my wrist.

"Look, I know that this is messed up, alright? Just shut up, for once, and listen to me." She grips my wrist tighter and spins to look at me. "We're both so fragile." I scoff but she looks at me with such ferocity that it catches in my throat. "We're breakable. Hell, we're broken, both of us, I know that, but I just… I don't care, okay?"
She stalks off through the house, still holding my wrist so I have to follow. She lets go when we reach the kitchen, crossed the room to close the blinds over the sink.
"I burn everything in my path." She grips the edge of the sink, facing away from me. "I've only ever been the girl on fire. It's all I know how to be, and it hurts everything around me." She sighs again. "Except you. It's like you're gasoline… you just make me burn brighter. And the thought of that, it used to be terrifying. But with you, it's… it feels good. You make me feel like a good person."
I step forward as she turns, place my arms around her neck, touching the hair on her nape and feeling the scars that trail up to her hairline. "You are good. I just wish you'd stop pushing me away. I came here for you."
"For me." She smiles slightly.

"I've been burnt before Katniss, there's nothing you could say that could scare me away." I press my forehead against hers and close my eyes, feeling her fingers move to the scars on my temple, burn marks left by the Capitols torture devices.
"Yeah." She mutters softly, leaning up slightly to press a kiss to my scarred temple. I open my eyes, grin at her. "We're both so messed up and we can't help fighting half the time, but the way you're looking at me now, that sparkle in your eyes, it makes it worth it."

I start to blush, something very unlike me, so to hide it I kiss her, pressing forward until she's backed up against the cabinet, fingers tangled in my hair. Part of me feels like this is too much, my heart pounding my chest as our lips move together. I have to remind myself that Snow isn't coming back, that there's no one to take her away from me now.
When we break apart she grins at me before leaning forward, pressing her lips against my pulse point.

"Are you gonna stay the night?"

This is so short but I was listening to Stay The Night by Zedd and I was like, hmmm, Joniss, so here we are once again in the land of the gayest stuff on the internet.
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