Just a little drabble about everyone's favourite HG pairing, Peeta/Katniss. :) Enjoy!

As she walks through the door, I feel the usual shooting sensation of adrenaline course through my veins at the sight of her. She looks so beautiful today, but then she always does. Her long brown hair is back in its usual braid, and little wispy strands are falling around her face. She's wearing the old jacket that used to belong to her father, some well-worn trousers and a battered pair of boots. There are rings of tiredness under her eyes like there always are after she's been hunting, but her cheeks are flushed pink and her eyes are bright.

I still don't understand how she can belong to me.

To me.

'Hey.' She walks over to me, and her hands find mine. Our fingers intertwine, and I smile.

'Hey.'

She smiles back.

'How was today?'

'Okay. I could've got a couple more rabbits, I think, but I just couldn't be bothered. I'm too tired!'

I lean in and press my forehead to hers. 'I missed you.'

'I was only gone a couple of hours!'

'A couple of hours too long!'

She grins, and gives me a quick peck on the lips. Then she steps back, and gestures to the kitchen.

'Shall we? I'm starving!'

She's about to turn when I grab her waist and pull her back.

'Hey!' she giggles, her fingers tugging at mine. She twists round, and locks her gaze onto mine. 'What did I do?'

'That was not a real kiss!' She rolls her eyes. I pull her round so she's facing me properly, and lean in again, this time to her lips. I can feel them, warm and soft and inviting. 'This is a real kiss.'

My lips brush hers, gently at first. She smiles briefly against my mouth, then her hands tangle in my hair and she pulls me closer.

I have never been able to get over feeling of kissing Katniss. It almost hurts if I think about it too much. I get an ache in my stomach that has nothing to do with lust, just pure, untainted love.

My lip coax hers open, and I feel her warm breath mingle with mine. I kiss her again and again, and she does the same back to me. Her tongue traces my lip faintly, and I copy her, tasting every bit of her I can. My back has somehow got pressed against the hallway wall, and there's a peg digging into my back, but I don't care. Her hair is so silky smooth to touch, and I run my hands through it, marvelling at the softness. One of my hands slides down to her back, and I pull her even closer. She keeps a hand in my hair, and the other wraps around the back of my neck. I kiss her more fiercely, and she responds instantly, pushing me harder into the wall. I can feel her pressed into every inch of me, and I know I will never want for anything if this is what I have forever. Katniss is all I want. She is effortless, and beautiful, and I will never stop loving her.

Then she is gone, and my hands grope thin air. I open my eyes, and I see her headed towards the kitchen door.

'I said I'm starving!'

I smile, and begin to follow her.

'And, Peeta? That was definitely a real kiss.'

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