Ok so this is my first fanfiction/ work of literature ever so please be kind ~
The air i breathed in as I took my first steps off the train in the Captiol felt like the first real air i'd had in months.
I gazed at the first real sky i'd seen in what felt like forever. The arena's sky was pretty top notch, but nothing compares to the real thing, I thought.
Suddenly a camera's flash snaps me back into reality.
Right. I was Peeta Mellark, Co-Victor of the 74th Hunger Games, I didn't have time to be staring at the clouds.
I was on a tight schedule (As my pink haired supervisor would often remind me).
I felt my hand being squeezed as I looked to my right, Cato. My Boyfriend. The one thing that kept me sane in the arena.
We walk down the red carpet that lead from the train to the four star hotel designated only for victors, waving like royalty to our adoring fans. The muffled cheers and applause become silent as we close the door to our room.
I fall back on the bed, exhausted from a day of mind-numbingly boring tasks, consisting of photo shoots and pretending to care about the fleeting affairs of the Capitol.
"Rough day, love?" Cato says sarcastically with a smirk. I can't help but smile, I hated his sarcasm at the beginning of the games, but now I'd almost warmed up to it.
He sat down on the end of the bed and stared at me.
"Why are you staring at me like that" I asked after a few minutes.
"You're just.. so perfect. and I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you.."
"Oh….uh..thanks"
THANKS? is that the best you can do dumbass?
This always happens. He says something straight out of a romance novel and I can barely form coherent words. Cato smirks, noticing how uncomfortable the situation has made me.
"Come here" he says with a wink. I crawl over to him on all fours, and he pulls me into his lap.
"S-so I was u-uh th-thinking we could-" Im cut off by his finger on my lips.
I stare at him momentarily before being pulled into his embrace, his lips meeting mine.
His tongue pried my lips open, causing me to moan into the kiss, sending a shudder down Cato's spine. His hands, now holding my face, slowly started moving downward.
I pull away as Cato reaches my belt,
"S-sorry.. I don't think i'm ready just yet…", I stammer.
"No it's fine! I tend to move too quickly anyway..".
What did I do to deserve him… 80 Million people in Panem and he chose me..
Please rate and review c: I know it was short but i just wanted to try my hand at a beginning before i delved into some big giant novel.