Kisses
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{ Peeta/Katniss }
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Each time she kissed him, her kisses meant something different.
Good morning.
I love you.
Thank you.
I'm here now.
I'll protect you.
I'm sorry.
But when her kisses became more desperate, and when she'd cry in his arms, seeking for the safety and comfort from him, he knew what her kisses meant;
Stay with me.
And when he'd return her kisses almost as desperately as she had first kissed him, they both knew what his kiss meant.
Always.
Don't really know what compelled me to write this. It just came to me as a random idea. I don't have much to do these few days anyway, so might as well put my mind to use. xD
Thanks for reading! :D
~ Whimsically Nightlock