Hi everyone, this is my first Hunger Games fic and my first attempt at Joniss. A pairing that I absolutely love! Let me know what you think but please be kind as I am new to this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but hard copies of the books and the first two movies on DVD.

Joanna Mason.

Winner of the 71st Hunger Games.

I remember that year, I remember her.

We had a terrible winter, game was scarce and trading for useful and necessary items had become even more difficult. The year was hard and I thought that I would die. My cheeks were sunken and the little energy I had I used to hunt to make sure Prim wouldn't go to bed too hungry.

I remember little of that year other than the hunger. However I remember her.

She presented herself as a weakling, some insignificant thing to be overlooked.

But her eyes.

Regardless of how she acted, she couldn't hide the strength in her eyes.

I paid attention that year. I watched her hide and cower away until there were only five left. Then she went out and killed them all. Her weapon was an axe; it was like an extension of her arm. Just like my bow is to me.

Others commented that she was brutal. What they did not see was how graceful she looked. How the muscles in her arm would stretch as she brought her axe down. Or the way her eyes would fade with each kill.

She was hauntingly beautiful and oh so strong.

Watching her gave me inspiration that I could do this, that I could look after my family and ensure that we survived another day. After that I met Gale and we quickly started a mutually beneficial partnership. He taught me snares and I showed him hoe to use a bow. I worked hard with Joanna Masons face in mind.

So when I saw that she was also reaped for the 75th Hunger Games I was apprehensive about meeting her. Peeta and Haymitch could tell that something was off with me, but they just thought I was nervous.

I saw her from a distance on her chariot but at that point I was too focused on Peeta beside me. He wants to save me, I know that, but I can't let that happen. He is too good to be slaughtered in these games.

And then, she steps into the elevator with us…my mind goes blank.

'Unzip me?' she says it to Peeta but she looks at me.

I feel like she's looking into my soul, to everything that I am. I can't help but look down and blush at the intensity of her stare.

I look up and her dress is gone. She is standing there bare as the day she was born.

I try not to stare but I can't help it. First at her feet, so delicate in her little green slippers. Her calves and thighs are tight and muscled. Her toned and flat stomach leads up to her breasts. Her perfectly round and perky breasts.

I am almost terrified to look further, and too see if she has noticed me stare.

Gaining the courage I do, she looks at me dead in the eye and smirks. Obviously pleased that I can't take my eyes off her.

Then the elevator stops, level seven.

The doors open and she moves to leave. I think I am free, away from her penetrating stare until she turns around.

'That was fun, we should do it again sometime'. She looks at me and I feel my face flare up.

Does she mean me? Should I follow? More importantly…. do I want to follow?

The doors close before I can make my decision.

Both Haymitch and Peeta start laughing. Haymitch winks at me and I know, I know he saw the intensity of my gaze and how my eyes lingered on her…assets.

But luckily Peeta didn't notice. He stops laughing, 'it's for you Katniss, you are so pure'.

I scowl and look away; we shall see how pure I am.

What do you think? Shall I continue….