-I tremendously apologize for my grammar and my poor vocabulary, as you'll notice, english is not my native language, so.. sorry about that folks!-
I open my eyes as the sunlight comes dancing through my window, I turn myself to my right to make sure I wasn't dreaming, to make sure everything was really okay… to make sure my Peeta was still there, sleeping next to me. I touch his cheek lightly, trying so hard not to wake him up but then he puts his hand on my cheek as well, opening his beautiful blue eyes.
"Hey" he says, with that morning voice of his I love so much "good morning Katniss" he pulls me closer with his free hand and kisses me on the nose.
"Morning Peeta" I reply with a smile, yes a smile, it's hard to think I would smile again after all the things we went through, but having him makes everything much better, waking up next to him every morning makes me realize that it's over, the war, the games, the pain. It is really over. And of course I will never forget what happened; it just won't hurt anymore.
I give Peeta a peck on the lips and get out of bed to take a shower. After it, I walk in the bedroom wrapped with just a towel, because all of my clothing is there, it surprises me that Peeta's still in bed, he always gets up when I shower to bake some bread for breakfast.
"Peeta, is everything ok?" I ask while I open my wardrobe to take some clothes, nothing special, just a pair of pants and a simple t-shirt.
He doesn't answer. I turn around to face him and ask again.
"Peeta, I asked if you were o-"
"Stay away from me!" he screams and I don't know what is happening. I take a few steps in his direction, trying to figure out why he's acting like this, is it possible?
"Peeta wh-"
"STAY AWAY! YOU'RE A MONSTER!" his words confirm what I was thinking, hijacking, it all takes me back to the moment I stood in front of him and he tried to kill me. Of course he hasn't been hijacked this time, but he's having a relapse. What do I do now? I look at him and he's there, lying on our bed with his hands on his head and his eyes tightly closed, fighting to stay with me and I'm here standing in front of him, doing nothing, just being wrapped by nothing but a towel and scared, I don't want to lose him again, no, I won't.
"PEETA, LOOK AT ME ME!" I approach to the bed and I get on top of him, holding his wrists against the bed with my hands "LOOK AT ME!" I bend closer to his body, my chest on his chest and I can easily feel his heart pounding faster and faster, my face is inches away from his when he opens his eyes, blue eyes full of pain, fear and puzzlement. "Peeta it's me, Katniss! Stay with me!"
"MONSTER!" he shouts angrily at me, as if he never felt something but hate towards me. Looking at me was the man I was so afraid of, not the one I was in love with. Not my Peeta. He closes his eyes again and tries to get me off of him but I held on to his wrists until he was there lying steady on our bed again, clasping his hands, fighting himself.
"Peeta open your eyes, look at me! I'm Katniss, your Katniss!" as I spit those words I see he's not clasping his hands any longer and his eyes slowly begin to open, pain remaining on them as tears come streaming down his cheeks.
"I can't!" he says with a painful pitch
"Yes you can! Stay with me Peeta, like you said you would!" I replied with desperation. I bend over to kiss him, my hands went from his wrists to his chest as he lies his hands on my hips "Stay with me…" I whisper before we break the kiss and he looks at me, with those blue eyes I know so well.
"A-a-always" he tells me.
"Are you okay?" I ask fearfully.
"Yes, Katniss… I'm so-"
"It's okay, Peeta, I understand…" I was wrong, I will never understand how it feels like to be hijacked, how it feels to being disgusted by the ones you love the most or how it is to lose yourself. But I really try to understand, it's not his fault, it will never be, it will always be mine, because if it wasn't for my love to him they would've never hurt him in the first place.
"Don't cry, I'm back and I will stay with you" he speaks these words as he wipes away my tears, tears I didn't know I had. I feel his hands running all over my naked torso, when I noticed that my towel was missing and that I was completely naked I blushed and Peeta realized about it.
"it's ok" he blushed as well, still looking directly in my eyes, he smirked and I looked down, ashamed. He covered my naked body with a blanket next to us then he rolled me over to be on top of me, grabbed my face with one hand as he put a lock of hair behind my ear with the other.
"You might be a monster, but you're a beautiful one and the one I love" he joked, I just half-smiled, how is it that he can make jokes out of such bad situations? He could tell that for me it wasn't funny "Bad joke huh? Well that's why I'm a baker" he kissed me softly on the cheek "Everything's fine Kat, stop worrying, I said I would stay with you forever and that's what I will do. Trust me." He said as he got up "I will be downstairs baking some bread for breakfast, I'll let you get dressed" before leaving he stroked my face and kissed my forehead.
As I got dressed I was thinking of the feeling Peeta's cold hands had on me earlier when he touched my naked skin, it was nice, so new, so... pleasant. I started to think of his naked body and me leaving sweet kisses all over it, letting us fall into lust, making love... when I came back to reality I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and hotter than usual, I washed off all thoughts of Peeta naked and went downstairs to eat breakfast with him.
"Finally!" he put 2 plates on the table filled with scrambled eggs and some right-out-of-the-oven bread, I sat there, in front of him, looking at him with a smile on my face as I looked my Peeta, he was back. "What?" he looked at me mumbling with food on his mouth "why are you blushed?" he swallowed.
"Me? oh no, it's nothing!" I felt embarrassed if he only knew I blushed because of him, thinking of us making love.
We ate breakfast and went upstairs, he decided he would take a shower as I was lying on the bed. I closed my eyes and I had this sort of dream, where Peeta and I were on the cave, the one we stayed at on the 1st games, our naked bodies colliding, drowned by a heavy wave of pleasure mixed with lust and love... I opened my eyes and Peeta was naked right in front of me coming out of the bathroom, as he realized I was staring at him he took the closest thing to him, which happened to be a book, to cover himself, then he laughed.
"I'm sorry, I assumed you were sleeping" he laughed again because I closed my eyes to avoid his naked figure "You're so innocent Katniss"
"What?" I asked him with a bitter pitch. Eyes still closed.
"Yeah, what you heard, you get uncomfortable so easily by nudity, it's actually really cute" he spoke "You can look now, he had his pants on; him being shirtless was fine but nudity does make me uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and he was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the window that was in front of us, putting on his shoes and letting me appreciate his shapely back and his muscled arms, I wanted to jump on him and kiss his back and arms but the thought of what he'd say kept me lying on bed, just watching.
"So?" says Peeta as he stands up to put on his shirt and uses his fingers as a comb running them through his hair "what are we going to do today, sweetheart?" he looks at me and smiles.
"I don't know, what do you feel like doing, sweetheart?" I tell him emphasizing the last word with a poor imitation of Haymitch's drunken voice. We both laughed at my failed attempt of mimic our mentor.
"And that's why you're a hunter, you'd starve to death if you lived out of your mimic skills" he says, and it's true, I don't have any talents besides hunting, although Peeta says I'm a good singer, but I know he says that because he loves me, not because it's true.
He approaches and puts himself on top of me "but I don't care if your mimic skills suck, I'll love you no matter what" then he leaves a gently kiss on my lips and by the time he was about to get up I grabbed his shirt pulling his warm body back against mine and he smirks at me, kissing me once again but this time his kiss is more passionate and my hands are tangled in his blond, curly hair, the taste of his lips is heavenly, I can feel his heart, his bare love in every kiss he gives me, at first it made me feel uncomfortable because I wanted him to feel the same, but I was not sure if I could put my love for him in just one kiss but I decided to try, I decided to let go, and I kissed him back with everything I had, thinking of us, of how much I love him, how I don't ever want to be far from him, apparently he felt it his grip on me became tighter and he broke the kiss for a few seconds "I love you Katniss" he told me on a soft, sweet voice, barely breathing.
"I love you too Peeta" I replied and kissed him softly.
*I will continue the story within a few days, I want to wait until I have some reviews on my work to improve a bit on my writing, so please leave your reviews, thank you so much, May the odds be ever in your favor!