So this one might not be as long. Some of them might come out short, some long. I also take requests. If there's one that you think should go next in the timeline, then tell me which one and I'll be sure to create one for it. This one I just kind of picked because it seemed fitting. PLEASE REVIEW!
Normal nights
On normal nights, Peeta and I climb in bed and he holds onto me tightly. He chases all the nightmares away with his embrace. Because that's what we do. We help each other. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his familiar heartbeat. The rhythm is calming and it lulls me to sleep.
And when I wake up in the middle of the night, it's still there. Ready to comfort me. Whether he realizes it or not, Peeta comforts me without trying. All I need is to be in his arms, and everything is okay. It's like there's no fear. It's like there's no horrors. It's just us.
Bad nights
On bad nights, we wake each other up. My thrashing and screams sometimes wake Peeta up. Sometimes he's awake because of his own nightmares. On nights when I wake up to find Peeta frozen in fear, I wake him up until he realizes that it was just a nightmare, in which I hold him so that he doesn't fall to pieces before me. Sometimes I cry into his chest because it's just so painful, and sometimes he cries into mine.
Either way, we are both there to comfort each other. We are there to hold each other together. To try to erase the trauma that we went through. To escape the horrors that wrack our nightmares every time. But that's just what we do, we help each other.
Good nights
On good nights, we lay in each other's arms, naked. A smile is plastered to both of our faces, our hair a mess. We lay, exhausted from our activities, as we fall into a dreamless sleep. I usually lay on top of Peeta, his arms wrapped around me. His gentle fingers caressing my back. I press kisses to his chest, that lays under my head. The comforting smell of our love making and his smell of cinnamon and dill, fill my nose.
Each caress of his comforts me. Because that's what we do. We help each other.
Summer nights
On summer nights, we lay sprawled out across our bed. The covers are either at the foot of the bed or on the floor. Sometimes I'm sprawled out across Peeta. Both of us are sweaty and hot from the heat, something that even having the window open can't help. Most of the time we'll sleep in only our underwear, sometimes nothing, and other times I'll at least have underwear and a shirt on. But most of the nights during summer, I sleep still touching Peeta because I need to know that he's still here comforting me, and I him.
Because that's what we do. We help each other.