A Small Comfort
A/N: Obviously set in the time period of Catching Fire. This is just a drabble.
Peeta kissed Katniss's cheek and squeezed her hand with a comforting good-bye. Silently Katniss watched as her fiancée walked away with the other boys – daring to hope that they could catch some in the dark hours of dusk. The brunette had been left with none other than Johanna.
Johanna grinned at Katniss with slight malice.
"I guess it's just you and me, girl on fire," the former hunger games victor sneered.
Katniss frowned and laid back against a tree, its leaves and branches providing a coverage from the receding sun. She closed her eyes and imagined home. Home – with all its unsatisfying horrendousness. It was safe though – well, it was safer than it was in a dome filled with bloody thirsty champions. She missed the smell of Peeta making bread in the other house and the warmth of a soft bed with many blankets.
Her thoughts were unfortunately interrupted by the other female who decided to crawl to a sit next to her. Johanna flicked pieces of twigs at the nothingness around them. The girls had been told to hold camp, leaving them utterly bored.
The sun sat at its lowest point before it would completely disappear and the unforgiving night took over the sky. The air began to chill without the warmth it had during the day. Katniss's eyelids grew heavy and limp. Her head tilted to the side with drowsiness and before she could stop it from happening, her head fell into the lap of her ally.
Johanna was startled by the hard landing on her lap but she shushed Katniss before she could apologize. She also patted the other female's head and stroked the long dark hair. Katniss was uncertain how to react.
"It's okay."
The lone whisper filled the ever darkening air around the two victors. Tears leaked from the girl on fire's eyes as she breathed in the scent that was bizarre and familiar all at the same time. It smelled of comfort.