The Hunger Games

KatnissXPeeta

(This takes place after Mockingjay, as they help each other

recover from their scars)

Chapter 1

~Katniss Perspective~

I lay on my back gasping for air. Another nightmare in the same night. This one was different, it was about the people I loved the most each and everyone of them coming up to me and either kicking, stabbing, or causing me any sort of pain. I'm sure I screamed but not anyone came to console me. I catch my breath and decide I can't go back to sleep so I slip on some shorts and a tank top. I walk down the stairs and sit cross legged on the couch.

I grab a pillow and clutch at it violently and keep my breathing calm. There's a light tap at the door. I look at the door and shrug, figuring I imagined it anyways, then it comes back again a little harder this time. I lift myself off the seat and hastily open the door.

Peeta stands in the doorway with a crazed look in his eyes ,"K-Katniss?" He asks.

I look at him, I hadn't seen him since we left 13. "P-Peeta? What's wrong?" I ask and stand in the doorway.

He blushes slightly ,"I er.. heard you screaming and I wanted to stop by to see if you were er.. alright." He says quickly.

I nod and look at his blue eyes that I now always seem to get dragged and lost into "Yeah. I'm-I'm fine." I stutter out as quickly as possible.

He looks at me, his eyes calming. "You sure. You did seem very, loud."

I smile sympatheticly Weirdo "Yeah, seriously. I'm totally fine. Come in." I say and move my fragile body from the doorway.

He smiles and nods. He walks in and sits on the couch. I close the door and settle in the space next to him. I keep my distance since we haven't even really talked at all. He seems to notice my distance and keeps himself a fair amount of space away from me. I curse in my head and look at my hands Don't scoot away. I need you to be closer, much much closer. I shut my eyes and lean my head against the arm of the couch.

I bite my lip and open my eyes and look at Peeta, only again to quickly flutter them closed.

"I've been having nightmares too." He whispers.

I open my eyes and look at him. I sit up and sit cross legged ,"Really what about?" I ask.

He looks at me and shrugs ,"The Games, The war, the Capitol,... you." He whispers the end.

You I let out a sharp intake. Yet, I can't help but feel more interested ,"What about me?"

He sighs and shuts his eyes ,"Could I tell you something, and you won't be weirded out by it." He whispers.

I slowly swallow ,"O-Of course." I stutter out.

Saliva is filling my mouth at a ridiculous amount I wait for him to say something ,"K-Katniss, I t-think I might be in love with you again." He whispers out.

My heart races and I'm sure he can hear it but I just try to breathe and not faint ,"O-Oh." Is all I can manage out.

He sighs ,"I freaked you out. Real or not real?" He whispers.

"Not real." I whisper out and for the first time I can't help but have a new interest for the floor.

I hear his breath catch and I shut my eyes tightly. Before anything else occurs I feel his lips on mine. My heart stops and I'm surprised at first. I quickly regain myself and kiss him back for a quick second.

He stops kissing me and looks at me. I look up at him and I sit back on the couch. We both just stare at each other for what feels like the longest time. He grabs my hand and entwines his fingers with mine ,"You still love me. Real or not real?" He asks looking me dead in the eye.

It takes me a long time but I gain the courage and I get close to his ear and whisper ,"Real."