So what happens when I go to sleep after having a packet of cough lollies that make me all drowsy and stuff? Well I go to sleep and have very... special hunger games dreams. So, it's a bit of a different pace than what I've put up for The Hunger Games so far so tell me what you think.
My feet padded along the tough ground of the forest.
I don't know how I got here, I don't know when I got here, I don't even know why I'm here. I continue to weave through the trees, running my hands along the tough bark, until I reached the cabin near the lake.
Why here? I asked myself. Why now?
I open the door which spewed out a gust of dust that has been lying there for goodness knows how long.
"Katniss," A voice whispered. "Katniss."
"Who's there?" I asked and for some reason, I'm scared.
"You know who I am," It said.
I run. I run through the bushes that jump out at me. I run past the broken down fence. I run past my house and right onto Peeta's doorstep.
"Peeta!" I yelled as I thumped on the door. "Peeta, it's me."
The door opened and I fell into him. He caught me in his strong arms. The strong arms that haven't held me in a long time. Too long.
I find myself sobbing into his shirt front as he whispered words of kindness in my ears. I forget about this horrible nightmare, the fact the Peeta's nightmares could kick in at anytime and he could try to kill me at any moment. I could only think of how right this feels. The feelings that I have only admitted to a small part of me are running a wild fire as I look up and snare his lips with mine.
He seemed shocked, unsure of if he should pull away or not, but soon enough he surrendered into the sensation and let it take over him as it was to me.
My arms flung around his neck as I pulled him closer to me, begging for him to not let go.
And he didn't. He pulled me closer too, so nothing was between us... well except for our pyjamas. Peeta picked me up and my leg wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his living room.
He laid me on the couch and positioned himself over the top of me so he wasn't squishing me. His lips hung over mine as he tried to move into a more comfortable position, taunting me. I couldn't take it anymore, not having him with me; I gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him back down into another lengthy kiss.
What do we do from here? My mind was lost in the mysteries of it all but my body and heart knew exactly where they were going. My tongue skimmed along his bottom lip and when his mouth opened wider I took it as lead way. My tongue explored his mouth but was cut short by him pulling back and heading for my neck. His lips ran softly along my neck, along my collarbone and back up the other side.
"Katniss," he whispered against my skin.
"Mmm," I muttered.
"Marry me?" he begged. I froze and remembered back a few months ago.
(flashback)
"You love me, don't you Katniss?" Peeta asked as we lay outside staring up at the stars.
"Yeah," I mused as I looked over at him with a smile on my face. I wondered what he was on about, he knew I did, we'd told each other before, why would he ask now?
He pulled out a flower from behind his pack. It was one of the pink primroses from my garden. Peeta had planted a whole bunch in memory of my little sister, Prim, who had died in the rebellion. Thirteen. Way too young to die.
"Well I want to be with you forever, and I hope that you do to. So will you marry me?"
The words closed up in my throat. I loved him, I truly did but was I ready for that sort of commitment? I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breath as Peeta said my name.
"Katniss? Katniss?"
(end of flashback)
Peeta calling my name snapped me out of my trip down memory lane.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I...I...I shouldn't be here, should I?" I sighed, hoping that Peeta would understand that I didn't want to answer him.
"I won't leave again, Katniss, if that's what you think will happen if you say no," Peeta assured me.
I looked at him regretfully. "I'm just not ready for that sort of commitment yet, I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Okay," Peeta mumbled as he leant back down and kissed me again.
I pulled back. "You're not mad?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I'd rather have you like this now and hold the rest for later than not have you at all."
I smiled and kissed him again.
Hey, so how'd you like it? Should I leave it or keep going? Here's the list.
0-3: I won't continue, it will stay as a one shot
4-7: I'll probably do it
8 and up: I will definitely continue.
So now it's up to you! Do you want more, or leave it as it is?
Ps- also, just to explain, this is like a few years after the games. They were dating but when she said no Peeta left.