Hi! This story is about Peeta and Katniss in Catching Fire. There are a lot of moments where they do things together: work on the plantbook, he bakes cheesebuns for her, and why does he give her a kiss when she comes back from hunting and the Capitol-people are waiting for her? Is it just to convince them, or is it a little more? Here are answers on all your questions! This first chapter is gonna be about how they are when they are on Victory Tour. Hope you like it! Enjoy, and please review!
On the Victory Tour
I wake up from one of my most terrible nightmares, screaming and crying. My door slams open and I look up. Peeta stares at me with a worried expression on his face.
'Are you okay?'
'Yeah, I'm fine, just a nightmare', I say, whiping the tears of my face.
'No, no, you're crying', Peeta says and he walks over to me.
When he's near my bed I fall into his embrace. He holds me tight, while I'm crying, and that's just what I need. He's the only one who understands. Well, Haymitch maybe, but he's to drunk and he doesn't smell as good as Peeta. I put my nose in Peeta's shoulder, until I figure that I soak his shirt. I mumble an apology and let go of him. His hands cup my face and he whipes the tears away with his thumbs.
'Are you fine now?' Peeta asks sweetly.
'Yes, I am, thank you.'
'For you, always.'
My face turns red and I don't know what to say, so I just smile sheepish at him.
'Well, I'm gonna go back to my own bed, maybe I can sleep a few hours more', Peeta says, standing up from my bed.
'Yeah, I'm sorry I kept you from your sleep', I say.
'Doesn't matter, I don't sleep much, I don't like the nightmares, you know', he says, smiling a little.
'O, understand', I say, taking a deep breath.
'Well, good night, then', Peeta says. He walks to the door and opens it.
'Yeah, good night.' Wait, why is he going? You both sleep better with each other. 'Peeta', I say.
He turns around. 'Yeah?'
'Will you stay with me?'
'Yes, of course.' He walks back to me, steps in my bed and lays down under the blankets. I crawl into him and he puts his protecting arms around me. And just before I fall to sleep, he says something.
'Always'.
The next day, when I wake up, I realize that I don't lay on the matress anymore, but on Peeta. My face lays in the crook of his neck, my chest is pressed against his and our legs are entangled. Before I can roll of him, he opens his eyes and looks at me.
'Hey', he mumbles.
'Hey', I say, my face turning red. Gosh, why do I always have such embarrassing moments when I'm with him?
He puts his arms around me, so now obviously I can't roll of him. Actually, I lay very nice, so I don't wanna go of him, but somewhere I have the feeling I have to, but I just let it go.
'Hey, relax', Peeta says, noticing my tense body. I relax my muscles and close my eyes.
We lay there for a couple of minutes, until someone knocks at the door.
'Hello, Katniss, it's gonna be a great, great, great day!' Effie says.
When she doesn't hear me respond, because I'm just too tired to answer, and because I just need a few minutes to realize that it's Effie, she walks in ans gasps. Peeta and I both turn our head, so that my head is resting on his and I suddenly realize that I'm laying on him, with the blankets all over our body's. It must look very overwelming for Effie.
'O, o, Effie, I think that it's not what you think', I say, blushing, again. I sit up, to let Effie see that we both have clothes on, before realizing, again, that I'm now also in a very weird position, on top of Peeta, now sitting, with his hands on my hips. Wait, what are his hands doing on my hips? They were around me, five seconds ago.
I smile at Effie.
She smiles back, a little, and just says: 'Don't come to late for breakfast.' Then she walks out the door.
'Wow, that was embarrassing', I say, looking down at Peeta, who's sitting up. Now I am in his lap, my legs circling his waist, my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist. Peeta looks at me like I'm the greatest treasure in the world. I don't like that. Cause I'm not. And I don't like it when he thinks I do. Now, it's starting to get a little uncomfortable.
'Okay, I think we have to get out of bed.' I say, wringing out of his embrace.
'Yes, of course', Peeta says.
We get dressed, and just before we walk out the door, Peeta kisses me on the cheek.
'I really liked this night. I didn't have any nightmares, and it felt good. Like the real us. Not acting. I missed you.' He takes my hand. I grip it tight and say, as soft as I can, it's more like a whisper:
'I missed you, too,'
Then I walk out the door.
So, my first chapter is done! O, gosh, I have to be quick with publishing, my laptoptime is over! Whaa! Quick, quick, quick! Love you, guys,
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