Hi ! I'm Pauline and this is my first fanfic. I'm French and it's a big deal for me to publish this story in English. I really hope there aren't too many spelling mistakes and that it's actually understandable :) This story has 4 chapters that I have already written and will post in a few days. I hope you'll enjoy. Please rate and review. You will receive a lot of love from France !

Disclaimer : I'm not Suzanne Collins (I don't have her talent and her wonderful imagination). I'm not Katniss (I have dark hair but my eyes aren't gray). I'm not Peeta (and saldy, I don't HAVE a Peeta). In a word, I don't own anything related to the Hunger Games.

Chapter One

I go downstairs slowly, still half asleep. As I enter the kitchen, the sweet smell of bread welcomes me.

"Hello, Sleeping Beauty" says Peeta as he kisses me.

I sit at the table where a cup of coffee is already waiting for me. Peeta takes the seat in front of me and begins to drink his own coffee. I'm about to do the same when I notice something strange. The smell of the beverage is awful. I must be doing a weird face because Peeta asks me :

"What's wrong ?"

"I don't know. The coffee smells bad."

Peeta lifts his cup to smell it, then mine.

"I don't think it smells different. Maybe you should go back to bed and wait to be really awake."

"Maybe" I smile at him.

Trying not to breathe, I lift the cup at my lips and take a sip. As soon as I swallow, I know it was a mistake. I run to the sink and vomit the little I have in my stomach. Peeta is behind me, holding back my hair.

"Are you alright ?" he asks me.

"Yes, I think it's over. But there's really something wrong with this coffee."

I rinse the sink and wash my face, hoping that I don't have the flu or something like that. I hate being sick, I hate feeling weak. I turn to face Peeta :

"I think I'm going to take a… What are you doing ?" I scream as I see him drink in my cup. "Don't drink that !"

"It doesn't taste any different from any other coffee."

"Really ? Great, it means that I'm sick."

"Maybe you should stay put today. Don't go hunting. Just stay at home. I'm sure tomorrow you'll feel better."

"I think you're right. But what am I going to do ?" I complain. Each day, Peeta goes to the bakery and I go hunting. Other than that, I have nothing to do.

"Do you want me to stay with you. I could close the bakery for one day."

"No, no. I'll be fine."

I decide to start my day off by taking a shower. Peeta offers to clear the table and I happily accept. I have to put some distance between me and coffee.

The shower is nice. It washes away the last feeling of nausea and I'm as good as new. But still, a day off could be good. I'm wrap in a towel when Peeta enters the bathroom. I'm brushing my hair when he tells me he's going to take a quick shower before heading to work. As he takes off his clothes, I'm suddenly very aware of the heat in the room. I try to reason myself : he is already late, I'm probably sick, I can't risk to pass any illness I may have on him. But desire wins over reason.

I take off my towel and slowly open the door of the shower. The steam is all around Peeta's body.

"What are you doing ?" he asks me.

"I just want to take a shower." I say

"Again ?" he asks rising an eyebrow.

"Yes" I say longingly, as I walk closer to Peeta. Our bodies are inches apart, our lips almost touching.

Peeta simply whispers "okay" before kissing me passionately. At first his hands are in my hair but very slowly he slides his right hand down my body. He caresses my breast, then my stomach, to finish with my hips. He enters one finger into me. I open slightly my mouth and my breathing speeds up. He adds another finger and begins to move in and out of me, more and more quickly. Suddenly, Peeta removes his fingers and grasps my waist. He pulls me against the wall. I gasp at the cold but it only amplifies my excitement. Peeta lifts me and I put my legs around his waist. I'm pinned between the cold wall of the shower and his hot body. The water falls on us like rain. Peeta thrusts into me, increasing slowly the speed. My back hits the wall at the rhythm of his thrust. I moan his name again and again but stop as I hit my climax. I just can't breathe anymore.

Peeta releases me and my feet touch the floor again. He kisses me one more time and leans at my ear :

"I'm really late now."

I chuckle : "I'm not going to say that I'm sorry."

After that, Peeta leaves for the bakery and I go back to brush my hair for the second time this morning. I hear the door belt ring. When I open the door, Delly greets me with a big smile.

"Peeta told me that you needed accompany. So I'm here !"

Since I have nothing to do today, I let her enter. She goes in the kitchen and sits at the table.

"Do you want to drink something ?" I offer her.

"A tea would be fine." After a few seconds of silence, she asks : "So, what's new in your life ?"

"Well, not much" I answer as I pour water in her cup.

"Peeta said you were sick."

"I'm not sure. I had nausea this morning and I'm a little tired but that's all. I don't think I'm sick. I just need to rest for a day. And what about you ? What's new in your life" I ask, echoing her own word.

"I start to get used to live in this big house, alone with my brother. It was weird at first but I kind of like that now. I feel like a grown-up." She laughs and I smile. I know the feeling, what it's like to have to take care of someone else who depends entirely on you. "How is it like to live with a boy ?" Delly asks me.

I'm startled by the question and don't answer at first. So Delly goes on : "Forget that. I didn't want to embarrass you or anything. It's just that I haven't seen you in a long time, not since you've moved in with Peeta."

"No, don't worry. I'm being silly. I'm just paranoid sometimes. It's great. I mean, to live with Peeta. At first, I thought it would be weird but it felt just so… natural."

"I'm happy for you. For both of you. You deserve happiness." Delly says and I can see that she really means it.

Delly and I talk for a couple of hours, about anything and nothing. After she left, I go to the living room, turn on the tv and lay on the couch. The next thing I'm aware of is Peeta whispering for me to wake up.

"What are you doing here ?" I ask him, confused.

"I live here, remember ?"

"I know that. But why aren't you at work ?"

"It's 7pm" Peeta says, clearly enjoying my muddle.

"Really ? This means I have slept for most of the afternoon." I haven't realized I was that tired !

"This is good. You needed rest, right ?"

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur. We eat, we talk about our day in front of the fireside, we go to bed, wrap in each other's arms. My last thought of the day is : "today I'll go hunting and everything will be back to normal. Hopefully."