Another HG oneshot, anyone? Peeta x Katniss, yay. Taking place in the level 12 training center... penthouse... thing. Building. Yeah. Time/book? Eh, whatever.
I just saw Hunger Games for the second time on Sunday. *jumps around in happiness* I want to go again. /:
Disclaimer: Do I have to go over this? I assume you all know the drill.
I looked down at Katniss, her eyes nearly lifeless, afraid, after a nightmare. I was merely dozing beside her on her soft bed, taking in her beauty, her scent, her (seemingly) peaceful sleep, this peaceful, beautiful night... and a scream erupted from her, me immediately there for her when she wakes up, sweating wildly, breathing as if she had just chased a wild animal. The window beside the bed let in the lights from the never-sleeping Capitol reflect onto her face, which, after a deep, shuddering breath, reveal tears.
Her lips slightly opened, warm tears rolling down her face, a still face that doesn't seem to know how to cry, to react to emotion. We both sit up, and I immediately wrap my arms around her and bring her towards me. I nuzzle her, putting my face against her hair. She turns her head towards my chest. I haven't had her cry with me here before. Never have I seen the Girl on Fire drown in water.
She tries to speak about the dream, mentioning Rue's death, the night of the muttations and bringing Cato down, her being seperated from me by a glass wall in the aircraft after the Games; but after a while, drowns in tears and gives up, latching onto me for life.
I put my right arm around her waist, and take my left hand and stroke her cheeks, her hair, her back. I sigh, nuzzling her and moving my hand gently down her head, my fingers going through her smooth dark brown hair. I gently kiss her forehead, her hair, and her crying dies down a bit. She sighs, swallowing as best she can, and shuddering.
"It's okay, Katniss," I whisper to her, "It's okay. Everything's fine." My other hand rubs her back slowly, gently pulling my body to hers. I stroke her cheek, and she looks up at me. She's shaking, just like she was when she was waiting to go into the training room in for her evaluation in the first Games. "I want to go home," she croaks.
She looks away, not knowing what else to do, and I just hug her closer. Her crying has stopped. I kiss her three, four times, and I leave her to be alone for just a minute. At first, she has a hard time letting go and starts telling me to stay, but when I finally return, having left to get us both some water, she has significantly calmed down, and almost looks relaxed, laying down on the soft blankets. Her eyes reveal exhaustion, and I bend down to kiss her on the lips, cupping my hands around her face.
I look beside the bed, seeing a clock that reads two a.m., about an hour after she awoke, screaming, from her nightmares. I turn to Katniss, who is calm and exhausted, and I kiss her before her eyes start flickering, attempting to stay open, but succumbing to exhaustion and the need to sleep.
"I love you, Katniss. Go to sleep," I say to her quietly, stroking her cheek and letting her nuzzle her head into my chest before we both drift off to a peaceful sleep.
I agree, that was pretty boring, lame, etc. Well, I guess we need one of these every once in a while.