"Katniss?"
The word was nothing more than a whispered disturbance in the crisp morning air. Quiet, peaceful, and maybe even a little sleepy. The woman who had been called smiled softly to herself, as she tightened the thin sheet around her front and stared off into the woods. Peeta always seemed to wake up much earlier when she wasn't in bed with him; It was something Katniss had come to realize as the most effective way of getting her husband out of their bedroom.
But as she stood in the otherwise blissful silence, the brunette knew that this wasn't a tactic to get the blonde out of bed - even though he was soon joining her on their deck, his large, bare arms wrapping easily around her waist. She was truly too busy remembering the events of only a few hours prior.
That night.. Had been full of surprises. But wonderful, if to say the least. It was their second wedding night, of sorts. Nothing special to anyone but them - a toasting, a renewal of their old vows, and a rediscovering of one another's bodies that left both the man and the woman in a mess of sweaty limbs and breathless laughs atop their mattress. It had been nice and quiet and exactly what the couple had wanted - seeing as they had been married before, technically. But the good mood from the night before? That had carried on into the morning, which had spurred the seemingly random event of Katniss leaving their bedroom in nothing but a blanket.
Peeta's lips against her exposed shoulder caused the woman to shake out of her reverie, a soft smile dancing across the corners of her mouth as she shuddered underneath him.
"You're naked.."
"So're you," she countered quietly, the smile turning into a full-fledged grin as she felt her husband's warm chest press up against the rough, patchy expanse of her small back.
"Very observant, aren't you?" he asked, causing both to let out soft laughs. It'd been a while since the couple had been in such a good mood with one another - but everybody had their ups and downs, as Katniss had come to terms with.
Turning slightly in the man's arms, gray eyes soft and somewhat inviting, the younger of the two tilted her head up and wound her arms around Peeta's neck. He stepped closer in response, but the movement was not sexual, and both knew it was not an advance. The two were so in-tune with each other, now, that it was just easy to know what the other wanted. And the taller man, with his messy blonde curls and the sleepy blue eyes just closed his arms around his wife's small waist, squeezing her tight to him and burying his face in her hair.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she breathed out, before silence enveloped the pair, leaving them standing out in the brisk air of dawn. But after all that had happened - all of the trials they faced, both together and apart -, they no longer stood as individuals. They stood as one.