Hey guys! Sorry, long time no post. I have a completely new fic for all you Katniss/Peeta lovers out there. Katniss's POV, after Mockingjay but post Epilogue. More chapters coming soon! R&R!
Sunset
"I'm home, gorgeous," Peeta calls as I hear the front door open. I don't look back, because I know he's there. Nothing can harm us now. Panem is in safe hands. I focus my attention on the breathtaking sunset before me.
"Katniss?" I tear my eyes away from the yellows, oranges, and crimsons to face him. Sparkling blue eyes, blond locks ruffled from his day at the bakery. The sweet smell of cinnamon lingers on his skin and clothing.
He sets down his armful of boxes and joins me on the balcony. "Beautiful sunset isn't it?" he whispers. I close my eyes, savoring this moment.
For a while, we stand together, looking out over the mountains at the blend of color. Peeta breaks the silence. "This is my favorite color, you know," he says softly. I know.
"Is it possible to paint this?" I muse aloud. I suspect the answer would be obvious. Peeta can bring anything to life on any surface.
Peeta considers this. "I'm sure that can be done," he says. "You just have to mix the colors correctly. He looks at me with those blue eyes.
I smile and walk back inside. He follows quietly. "Got any plans for tonight?" he asks innocently.
"Why?" I ask, my smile spreading. Surely, this isn't a normal question.
"Oh, just wondering," Peeta says looking up and quickly changing the subject. "So, the sunset. I suppose I could work on it; I just have to observe it more. He glances back outside before staring back at me.
Those eyes still mesmerize me. They remind me of the lake that my father and I used to swim in back in District Twelve. I sigh at the happy memories. I guess the slightest things captivate you when you're from the Seam.
I sudden knock on the door brings me back to my senses. "I'll get it," I say. Who could it be this late at night? Back then, there was only one answer. Peacekeepers.
No, it wasn't possible. Peacekeepers no longer exist! I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before answering the door.
Behind it, are not Peacekeepers, but someone I didn't expect. Bruised and battered, yes, but still recognizable. "Gale?"
Peeta looks at me warily, giving a barely noticeable shake of his headh.
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