"Don't leave me" I whimper, as his arms wrap tighter around my waist. I had woken from one of my nightmares again. They had taken Prim and mother, tortured them until they told them where I was. I could hear Prims screams over and over again. I woke in a cold sweat, tears mixed with my body salts, tantric and toxic. And there he had been. Peeta. My Peeta. He was awake, gazing at me. He knew I had constant nightmares. He didn't speak, just pulled me into his arms and held me tighter.
We'd sit for hours, his arms around me tightly, gently rocking me. We wouldn't speak, there was nothing to say. Not anymore. He knew I couldn't bring to tell him the things in my dreams, and he never pushed. He never questioned my tears or my angry outbursts. He would just accept them, or pull me into his arms and rock me. And that's the way I liked it. No speaking, no thinking, just me and him. Complete silence. I felt safe in his arms. No one could harm me. Not even the cruel dreams that taunted me every night.
"I'd never leave you" He mumbled, pressing his lips to my sweaty forehead. It was a sweet affectionate gesture. Peeta knew exactly how to calm me down. Whether it was a little kiss on the forehead, or drawing smooth circles on my arms, he knew what to do in every situation, and this one was no different. We were sat on the double bed, in the cluttered bedroom which we shared. After the war, Peeta sold his house in Victors Village and moved in with me. With Haymitch a few houses down, it was different, but good. "Katniss" He mutters, his voice clear as day, in the cold dark night.
His fingers are trailing up and down the skin on my hips, causing gooseflesh to appear. And then there was the fire again. The deep heat, entwined with my veins and my blood. The longing, aching, missing feeling. I wanted to love him. I needed him. I looked up at him. With his eyes, the colour of the sea, deep blue, with swirling greens. Like tiny fragments of glass. So fragile. And porcelain skin, arched cheekbones and full lips. He was truly beautiful and free. Like a mockingjay. My arms are wrapped around his neck, my head in his chest. His lips are on my forehead again, soothing and comforting me again. I look up at him, his eyes taking in mine. Almost trying to read me. And then I lean forward and press my lips to his.
Much like on the beach. I feel the warmth growing, spreading throughout my body, like a wildfire. The girl on fire was literally on fire. His lips envelope mine. Even when kissing he was the gentleman. My fingers wound up in his hair, his hands gripping my hips. It's different for both of us. We've never done this before, and I know where it's going. His lips detach from mine, and make their way down my neck, sucking and nipping, leaving tokens of his love. "Peeta, I need you" I feel my insides churn at the tiny panting and whimpering im doing. His eyes look me, taking me in sceptically, scared im lying, but he understands my dying need.
Our skin mingles together, almost as one. I feel completely satisfied in ways I've never been before. He made me feel incredible, made me feel loved. More than anyone had ever made me feel. He truly knew how to fix me. We were lay side by side, satin sheet wrapped around us. His arms wrapped tightly around me, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Peeta" I mumble, drawing effortless circles on his bare chest, he looks down at me, admiration in his eyes. "I love you" It feels right to say it. A smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the words I've just spoken. "I love you too Katniss Everdeen"
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