A plot twist that came into my head right after reading catching fire a few months ago. This happens right after the wedding dress photoshoot. There's still no mention about the Quarter Quell. Hope you like it!

I owe nothing except for the burning wish of getting my hands on Finnick.

The tips of my fingers touch the fabric of the dress I'm wearing as to make sure that everything wasn't just a nightmare. My eyes go down to appreciate the white beautiful wedding gown Cinna made for me and finally the truth sinks in. The only thing that changed was the scenario, but we were still pieces in their game, just an instrument used for the capitol's entertainment. I look at the golden band around my finger, relieving the events from the previous hours, wondering what's going on inside Snow's head now that he has put on the show of our marriage.

I stand up from the bed and walk around the fancy room of the train that takes us back home. My lips curve into a light smile at the thought. At least I'm allowed to stay with my family for a while, even if I don't know what Snow is planning to do with us.

Married. I was married, after years of denying myself even the thought of the possibility.

The party was held in the banquet room of Snow's mansion and, just as he promised, was the most luxurious party the capitol had ever seen. It was a long, torturous evening pretending to be the happiest girl on hearth for the crowd. Even though I had my mother and Prim there with me, I can still feel my cheeks hurting from the smile I had to force the whole time.

Maybe that's what Snow wants. Torture me by using me as a puppet. And he's succeeding.

Without previous warning I'm brought back to reality, but by a sight that I can't tell if it's real or just a hallucination. I stay there, paralyzed as Peeta walks out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel but completely naked. Without even notice me, he opens the upper drawer of the dresser at his side of the room and takes out a pair of blue boxer briefs. Lazily and as he hums an unfamiliar song, he sits on the bed and puts them on, which of course has no effect on my current state of dizziness.

"I'm done. You can use the bathroom now…Katniss?" he looks at me, totally puzzled and I blush immediately as I lay my eyes on the floor, far away from his now almost naked body.

If it wasn't for him I couldn't have made it. I remember how happy he looked all through the wedding and the party, how he managed the crowd and the cameras, even with his bitchy mother following and muttering insults every now and then. I frown at the memory. If they'd allowed me to take my bow to the wedding, I wouldn't have a mother-in-law by now.

"Katniss, are you alright?" I'm so lost in my thoughts that, without even thinking about it, I lift my eyes to face him…and then again I'm looking at him mesmerized.

That's when it hits me. Even if we know this is just a charade, by the capitols standards we are just as married as any other couple. And tonight is our wedding night.

"I'm fine…" I manage to say, my eyes locked on his.

His eyes shine as he smiles and walks toward me. That's when I start to shiver.

"Well, apparently your face didn't get the memo"

I try to smile at his joke but I can't manage myself to change my expression. Of course I can't. I'm terrified.

"I'm going to change now…" I almost run my way into the bathroom and lock myself in, breathing heavily.

Is this part of Snow's plan to torture me? I breathe in and out and try to calm myself down by thinking of all the times I've slept with Peeta and he never tried anything. But we weren't married then, a voice says inside my head. He has every right.

I shake my head at the thought of Peeta, my Peeta, trying to force himself on me. There's no way on hearth that he would do such an atrocious thing. His walking out of the bathroom with no clothes on was just a way to make me feel more comfortable about our new situation. And besides, I've seen him almost naked before. So why am I kicking up a fuss out of nothing?

I smile over my own stupidity as I take the make-up off my face and wash my teeth. Now I look more like myself. After looking at myself in the mirror one more time I strip off and throw the wedding dress into the laundry basket, nowhere to be seen.

The hot water finishes the work my head started and relaxes me completely, to the point that I'm thinking about telling Peeta about my worries. But as I walk out of the shower my heart stops at the realization that the place destined to put the clean clothes I'm going to wear is empty. I didn't bring my pajamas with me.

Before the terror overtakes me again I repeat myself that there's nothing wrong with it, that I could walk into the room on my underwear and it would be fine. Because we're married now. Because he's a gentleman.

So I pluck up some courage and open the bathroom door, popping out my head to look for him.

"Peeta?"

I wait for and answer but nothing comes. He's sound sleep on his side of the bed, the sheets just covering his lower half. I make my way towards the bed and turn the lights off before I get myself under the sheets without even putting my pajamas on, but being careful so my body doesn't touch his in the process.

So I stay there, sleepless, looking at the ceiling until inevitably my eyes fall on the body next to mine. Of all the nights we shared the same bed it was clear that the only thing we were looking for was comfort. But as I stare at his torso steadily moving at the rhythm of his low breathing and the path of freckles on his shoulders, it makes me wonder why we never did go for something else.

My husband. Peeta is my husband now. The very idea is beyond crazy, but there we are, lying next to each other and waiting for the Capitol's will to make our next move.

When my eyes reach his face and see his troubled expression I let out a sigh from my lips, because now I know that he won't help me sleep tonight. And it's not fair, but suddenly I find myself mad at him for falling asleep without even trying…

But trying what? I feel a pang on my stomach as I think about it, but then Haymitch´s words echo in my head. You could live athousand lives and never deserve him.

I hate to admit it, but he's right. Peeta would never touch me if I didn't ask him before.

And in that moment I can't help to imagine what he would say if I ever asked him to touch me.

But that's totally out of the question

Now I have to stay focused of what's important: Keep my family and Gale alive. Get into Snow's head and figure out what he's trying to do. And I have to stop looking at Peeta and get these disturbing ideas about us that won't get us anywhere. That if there's a way for us to stay alive.