A/N: This is my first Hunger Games -fic in English, so there might be some grammatical errors. I tried to write something bittersweet and blue. Reviews will be appreciated very much.

Unspoken

We never crossed the line. Sometimes I laid towards his lap and when the nightmares were really bad, he kissed me, but we that was all. His eyes didn't ask for more; mine didn't offer. Sometimes I longed for something more, I wanted to break the wall between us. I wanted to knot my soul to his.

The yearning always passed. I didn't know whether I loved him or not, and that made my craving foolish.

It was when Capitol announced the new rules when I stopped caring about love. They took everything away once again – my family, my home, my life. Everything I had left was the boy with the bread and I wanted to give him all I had. I was in debt – we both knew it – and even though I couldn't pay the full prize, maybe I could pay at least a tiny bit of it.

And actually, I wanted him. I wanted every scratch and scar, I wanted something, I could fight for.

When I came to his sneaked to his room in the rain, Peeta read everything from my eyes. He didn't say anything – he just sat there, a bit drowsy, and looked at me with his eyes. The sea in his sight was deeper than ever.

I sat next to him, put my fingers around his neck and kissed. I opened my lips and my heart. On his skin I draw promises of feelings I wasn't sure about. I wanted to be in love, at least for him.

Peeta seemed to understand. He answered to my despair with kindness. His lips were light and careful, they were tentavite and always asked my permission. He breathed warmly towards my cheek. I closed my eyes.

He kissed my neck, bite softly my ear, tasted my skin. His heart was pounding fast, his breathing was heavy, but still he didn't do anything imore/i. He didn't took my shirt of, didn't cross the line. I bite my lower lip with frustration – when I was ready at last, why didn't he do anything? Eventually I started to take my shirt off myself.

Then Peeta's hands stopped me. He grabbed my wrist and shook his head.

"Katniss." His voice was full of yearning, loneliness, loss. "Don't."

Everything was completely silent for a moment. Peeta draw pictures to my arms. His fingertips were cool.

"I want you", I said.

"Only because you know I'd like you to", Peeta answered. He couldn't hide the acrimonious taste of his words. I didn't know what to say, so I turned away.

Peeta took my had. A moment, and then he had chained me with his arms and kissed again. This time I flicnhed. He was desperated, possessing, intense. He shared the feeling he usually hide, even from his sight. And when all that rushed trough me, I wanted to answer. I needed to be his, completely. Without lies.

I pressed against him, opened my lips, felt his warm skin. I wanted to get closer. I wanted to tear down everything the winter had brought between us. Peeta's hands smoothed my face, he smiled against my lips. And then he stepped back. His face was sweetly triumphant, his eyes glowed the way I couldn't understand.

"You could be mine", he whispered, amazed. "I could really get you."

"Peeta", I whimpered. My self-control was down, desire flapped it wings inside my heart and wanted to be freed.

Peeta skimmed my forehead with his lips and leaned forward to kiss me. His touch was full of silence and tenderness.

"Katniss", he said softly. "I won't make you mine. Not now. It's enough to know I could."

I didn't know what to say. We just stood there, close to each other, and slowly my desire burned away. Peeta led me to the bed and we talked no more. This time I was able to hear the sound of yearning in the beat of his heart, as my own heart had finally learned, what it really meant to yearn.