The smile on his face is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen while we go together, hand in hand, to pack everything from him house and move it to mine. There's not much stuff so it only takes about three trips to gather everything from his house. I think there's more to him wanting to stay with me then just me not sleeping well. I know he's not comfortable with me living alone, and honestly I'm not either.
We start in the kitchen, unpacking everything that belongs there and putting it all away. He has a few old books to add to the study, other then that everything else is left for the bathroom and my bedroom… our bedroom.
"You're sure you don't mind sharing your bedroom? I could put my stuff in another," Peeta asks right as I'm smiling to the sound of 'our bedroom' going through the mind.
We stop in the doorway of the bedroom "Our bedroom," I say my arms extending to the room as I walk in. I hear bags drop to the floor and turn around just in time to be picked up off my feet and spun around all the while having Peeta's lips moving against mine. This is the most passionate kiss we have ever shared, his arms tight around my waist lifting me a few inches off my feet. He swiftly walks over to my bed and lays me down and he lays down next to me.
"Our bed," he whispers onto my lips and my lips form into a smile I'm sure he can feel. We continue to kiss again, the same sensation going through my body as it did the night in the cave in the first games and the night on the beach in the second. Only this time, we won't have to stop, and we're not fighting for our lives, or unsure if we're acting or not. This is the real thing.
I wake up and it's still dark out, I have no idea how long I spent holding Peeta and kissing him, hours I'm sure. Somehow we managed to fall asleep arms still around each-other and lips nearly touching. I move just the slightest and Peeta's arms tighten around me and his eyes open.
"Morning already beautiful?" I can't help but smile as I pull him close to me.
"I don't quite think so, it looks to be about 3," I say as I notice the amount of darkness in the room, nowhere near morning; I'm fine with that.
"Are you okay?" He asks genuinely concerned, trying to find the reason I woke up.
"I'm better than okay," I say as I snuggle up closer to him. He holds onto me tight and I feel him relax again. "Peeta?" I whisper quietly.
"Yes?" he asks pulling away to look me in the eyes again.
"Earlier, when you asked what I was thinking, do you still want to know?" I ask him and he hesitates a second.
"Yes, I would," he says hopeful yet nervous as to what I'm going to say. He doesn't want this happiness to end, and it won't.
"I was looking at you earlier and thinking about you and everything we've been through," I can tell he's not even breathing right now "It's okay, you can breathe you know. " He doesn't, just listens even more intently. "For the first time, I noticed everything about you, and how much I like every bit of it." I see a smile form on his face "I realized that no matter what would have happened with Gale, no matter if nothing would have went wrong, it's still you that I would want to end up with." I kiss him gently on the lips and he squeezes me.
"Mean it?"
"With all my heart." I whisper back.
"You love me," he whispers back teasingly "Real or not real?"
"Real" We smile against each-others lips "Very very real."
"Katniss," he pulls me as close as he can possibly can to him "I love you too, no matter what, always." That's when it happened, it all came through my mind, my life is going to be good now. I'm going to marry this man, really marry him, not some fake engagement and marriage but the real deal and I'm sure Peeta will make it perfect. "Now what are you thinking about?"
"Our future," I say honestly and I see he is taken aback by my answer but a huge smile appears on his face. "How it's real this time with you and there's something to look forward to and all I want to do is be with you and stay with you"
"And that's exactly what's going to happen Katniss," Peeta says reassuringly and I know he's right. I put my head on his chest and he holds me gently stroking my hair.
"Goodnight Peeta," I whisper.
"Goodnight Katniss."