I was dying of laugher as he tickled me harder and harder.
"Stop! Peeta!" I was laughing to hard to breathe, and get anything else out "Please! My stomach! It hurts!" he finally stopped tickling me as I let my laughter die out and just laid there, breathing heavily.
"You know how much I hate being tickled kind sir." I playfully slapped him for good measure as he tackled me to the ground. I screamed as I had a sudden flashback. I lashed around and Peeta jumped up immediately, taking me with him.
"Katniss." he whispered as he pinned my arms down, rubbing them. "You're okay. It's me. Only me." this happens time to time, when I forget that he's only joking around. It's not his fault. Clove is dead. Has been for years. I shake my head a bit as I clear it, staring into those blue eyes I knew so well, even with the hint of green, after all the torture in the Capitol. I wrapped my arms around his neck tight. Fearing he was about to disappear. His hands stroked my hair as he whispered to me, telling me I was okay. I took deep breathes, smelling the faint frosting and flour from his hours making my cookies this morning.
"Peeta. Can I have a cookie please." he pulled away as my arms scrambled for him, smiling. "You're fine. I'm getting you a cookie love." He walked to the counter, me on his heels. Handing me a cookie he smiled, and gave me a kiss before I took a bite. I didn't notice the desgin until I bit halfway through the cookie. A Mockingjay. Prim. Gale. My mom. Finnick. Boggs. They all came to the forefront of my mind. I finished my cookie, then asked if we could go to bed. Peeta held my hand, all the way up the stairs, into the room and only let go for me to change my clothes. He was always warm. Everything about him was warm. I crawled into bed, and like a little girl I snuggled into the circle of his arms. I pressed me face into his chest, and let myself drift. I never feel safe, unless i'm in Peeta's arms. He is the only person, the only thing that makes the nightmares even slightly less traumatizing. Sometimes, they even completely leave and let me rest through the night. But mostly, I can never escape the jolting awake screaming and sweaty at the vision of my own arrow piercing Peeta's heart, an instant kill.
