Thoughts
Just a short one shot based on the movie that I just recently saw. I know some of it is off, but I couldn't remember everything about the scene. The scene is where Katniss comes back with the medicine for Peeta's leg. Read and Review please.
Also, this is my first Hunger Games fanfic, but I want to write some more.
As Peeta rubbed some of the medicine on Katniss's forehead, he felt her stiffen just a bit. He knew she wasn't use to things like this, and that thought made him happy. It meant that he was probably the first guy to touch her like this and not end up with an arrow to the knee.
Slowly, his hand moved down so that it briefly cupped her cheek. Beautiful. Always has been and always will be. She is, after all, the girl on fire.
Katniss saw the way he looked at her, felt the warmness of his hand on her cheek and knew that he hadn't lied when he admitted to having a crush on her.
But she was Katniss, and that meant survival came first.
That didn't mean she couldn't do her best to keep him alive though. She had already accepted him into the small group of people whom she cared for enough to protect with all she had. Only so long as it didn't come between her and getting back to Prim.
Could I kill him if I had to?
"The camera is going to eat this up," she heard Peeta whisper, his smile breaking the awkwardness as she let his hand fall to his side.
As fiery spirited as she is, she wants peace. Maybe I can give it to her. Maybe I can be that little place where she feels safe, where she can let her worries disappear for even just a few moments.
"Maybe," she started, hesitant, but with a small bit of confidence, "the odds are ever in our favor," she whispered back to him.
He looked down at her sleeping form nestled up close to him. She didn't have her usual scowl and her braid was undone slightly, framing her peaceful face.
She doesn't know what I would give to see her like this every day. To have her in my arms, safe and well.
That's when he noticed her injury was gone. Her forehead looked as good as new. Not even a pale line of a scar.
When Katniss woke moments later and felt her head at his insistence, she quickly checked his leg.
I didn't even think of my leg, but she cared more about it than her injury. Maybe she does care, not just about me being able to get out of here without her carrying most my weight. Maybe.
His smile was misinterpreted by this girl on fire. She thought he was happy about being mostly healed. She had no idea his thoughts were the reason for his smile.
Maybe I do have a chance with her.
Thank god his leg is better. We might just both survive this.