Katniss POV:
My braid whips me in the face as I turn my head while I run. The mutts are gaining on me, they are speeding towards me. Peeta sprints a foot in front of me. We thunder towards the Cornucopia, praying that the height will provide safety, refuge. I turn my head again, only to see the mutt with startlingly brown eyes hurtle towards me. As I see the knife in its collar, I realize its Clove. The mutt springs through the air at my face and I scream as her teeth meet my neck.
I sit up and a scream escapes my lips. Half a second later I feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me close. One hand goes to my back, rubbing a small circle through my shirt. I bury my face in his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull my sobs to shuddering, tear filled sighs. I feel his lips move on top of my head,
"Shh, I've got you. You're safe. It's ok." I whimper and his thumb brushes against my cheek, wiping away the tears. I burrow deeper into his chest, wrapping my arms around him as my tears begin to subside. He kisses the top of my head, his breath disturbing my hair. I turn my tear soaked face up to his and he gently presses his lips to mine. I return the kiss, a familiar warmth spreading through me, the one from that kiss in the cave, the one from the kiss in the Quarter Quell. All thoughts of Clove, the Hunger Games, the pain that I endure when I sleep are gone. All my thoughts are of the boy with the bread. And I find his hand, intertwine my fingers with his. I break the kiss and wrap my arms around him. He kisses the scar on my forehead from where Clove threw the knife before I nestle my head in the crook of his neck. His head rests on top of mine, his breath brushing through my hair. I slowly slide back down so that I'm lying down again. He lays down next to me and I rest my head on his chest, almost imitating the familiar position from the cave, when he was injured. He continues to rub comforting circles on my back as I drift off. We lay there for while, in the quiet, and although I think that he has drifted off, I whisper, almost inaudibly, "Thank you". He tilts his chin to kiss the top of my head and pulls me closer. My eyes close and I drift off into a nightmare free sleep, Peeta slowly rubbing circles in my back until we are both asleep.