First Fanfic Ever! Please enjoy!
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Every night of the Victory tour I have woken up with nightmares. At first, when I would wake up I would tiptoe into Peeta's room to find comfort in his arms. Now I sneak in there every night after dinner. Yesterday, I couldn't focus on anything other than Peeta
and losing him. I woke up and he wasn't there with me. Still in my pajamas, I frantically
searched the train. I didn't get very far until I ran into Effie,"Katniss I've been looking
everywhere for you! Come with me to breakfast everyone has already started eating."
When she said 'everyone' I was thinking Peeta would be there. She grabbed my wrist and
started pulling me to the dinning area. When we I arrive Peeta isn't there so I sit across
from Cinna. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a look that says, 'What's wrong?' I realize my hair isn't brushed, I'm wearing my pajamas, and I'm completely tense. I shake my head and silently sip my water. I sit at breakfast for ten minutes like this until I see Peeta walk down the hallway. Effie stops eating and looks up at him, "Your late." She says as she glares at him. I didn't care about what Effie had said, I just cared that he was there. I flew out of my seat and ran over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I could feel all eyes in the room on us, even the avoxes. Peeta seems a little shocked but still carefully puts his arms around me. He whispers in my ear, "Katniss I was just in the shower, don't worry." I give a slight nod and let go of his waist but quickly grab his hand instead.
I didn't leave Peeta's side for the rest of the day. After dinner I need to take a shower but still refused to have him near so I took a shower in his room. I undressed leisurely and stepped into the shower. I push some of the buttons on the wall that selected a light setting for the water and an assortment lavender smelling soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. The warm water was relaxing and seemed to calm me a bit. As I stepped out of the shower and a realization hits me… I don't have anything to change into. I wrap myself in a towel and stick the top half of my body through the door. I see Peeta lookup at me from his place on the bed and blush. I blush too. "Peeta," I say shyly. "Can I borrow something to wear? I forgot my clothes." He smiles, "Sure." Then he walks over to his dresser and pulls out a t-shirt big enough to fit me like a short nightgown. He then hands me the shirt. "Thanks." I say. "No problem."
I go back into the bathroom and slipped on the shirt Peeta had given me. Even though it was big, it was really comfortable. Then I brushed my hair and braided it into my signature braid. I came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed next to Peeta. He stands up as soon as I sit down, "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." As he walked to the bathroom I took the time to really look at him. He was wearing flannel pajama pants and no shirt. I can see his prosthetic leg at the bottom of his pants leg and the scars on the upper half of his body. I'm ashamed of my scars but Peeta doesn't seem to care the I can see them. Behind the scars you can see he is… well…hot. He is very muscular and fit. Then he closes the bathroom door and I lay down on the bed, resting my head on one of his pillows. Maybe I do like Peeta. Would it be such a bad thing? I mean he loves me more than I could ever imagine. Or was he acting like I had been during the games? Then the bathroom door opened and Peeta stepped out. He lays down beside me on the bed. He undoes my braid and starts playing with my hair. It's so relaxing that he is putting me to sleep without realizing it. Seconds from sleep he whispers in my ear,"I love you." Then I fall into a peaceful sleep.