The chill air dances through the open window and kisses the tip of her nose and ears. Peeta's exhales caress over her neck, heating her and sending a shiver through her. He grabs the blanket, discarded at the foot of the bed earlier that afternoon and pulls it up to cover them, wrapping her in his radiated heat. She squirms to get closer, not ready to move from her spot, although it was the noise of their roommates moving around downstairs that woke her.

"Peeta?" she says softly, her eyes shut against the world outside his door. It's getting late. When she woke several minutes ago, with Peeta's arm curled loosely around her, the sky outside had begun to darken.

"Yeah?" he whispers, his lips brushing the nape of her neck, turning the word into a velvet kiss. His fingers skim over her skin, caressing her hip and thigh, down to her knee then back up again to toy with the waistline of her panties, then the hem of his t-shirt that she borrowed as they crawled into his bed, sated but exhausted after Peeta kept his promise to make her come at least twice more - including the two on the pool table, she's orgasmed at least five times this afternoon. But who's counting, really?

"What happens tomorrow?" she asks and Peeta's hand stops moving on her.

"What do you want to happen tomorrow?" he asks instead of answering. Tears prick her eyes and she remains with her back to him. Gale's laughter echoes up from downstairs, reminding Katniss of all of her things packed in his truck, ready to go.

"I don't know," she says. Peeta's body tenses against hers.

"We could spend the rest of the night like this. And in the morning, when you go to Louisville, I guess what happens next depends on what this was for you," he says, an unfamiliar tone laced through his voice.

"What do you mean?" she asks, mainly to distract from the fact that she doesn't know what this was other than incredible. Easily the best sex she's ever had, but it felt like more than that, and more than that makes her pulse trip in an erratic and painful beat.

"I mean," he says shifting his body and forcing her onto her back, hovering over her so she has no choice but to look up at him. "I told you that I'm in love with you, and it's okay that you didn't say it back, but I thought you…"

Katniss bites her lip and looks away as he trails off, looks towards the window and watches the snow falling outside. Already, she feels him slipping away as she lets the silence and the distance stretch between them, leaving his suggestion unanswered. She's not sure she can give him any kind of promise.

"Katniss?" he whispers her name in a tone so hollow she can't bear it. Not after all their late nights in the kitchen sharing bread and the most vulnerable bits of their souls. He didn't even sound this hurt when he told her about the way his mother treats him. "Was this just a way for you to pass the time? Were you just gonna walk out tomorrow and never look back?"

"I don't wanna lose you," she says instead of answering that question. "You're one of my best friends, Peeta."

Peeta expels a powerful breath and then his fingers caress over her cheek, gently turn her head so she's looking at him again. She wants to hide from his questioning gaze, but she knows she owes him some kind of answer after what they did today.

"My parents are still in Louisville," Peeta says softly, pleadingly. "It'd be easy for me to come see you over weekends and…" He trails off once more when no enthusiasm or answer changes her expression. She schools her face into neutral, convinced this is the best route. Suddenly, Peeta's entire demeanor changes, a smile turning up the corners of his lips as he dives beneath the covers and tugs up the shirt she's wearing.

"Peeta," she says in confusion, unbalanced by his sudden shift. As he rustles around under the blankets, she finds the words she needs. "We don't even know where you'll be after graduation in May."

"I can make an excellent argument for this not being the last time we see each other," Peeta says, voice muffled under layers of cotton, but his fingers are hot on her bare skin as they dig in and she squirms.

"Stop, oh my god, Peeta!" she giggles under the attack of tickles.

"Point the first," he says as her hands try without success to stop him, only succeeding in further tangling the sheets around them. "I promise to always bring baked goods or to bake them fresh for you when I come to visit."

"I'm gonna pee, stop it!" she laughs. But...cheese buns on weekends sounds very tempting. She won't even attempt to fool either of them about how much she will miss that part of living in the same house with him.

His fingers mercifully cease, but his lips take their place, and as her laughs fade, they morph into quiet sighs of delight.

"Point the second," Peeta continues. "You know from experience that I give excellent massages, free of charge. You will never have to pay for a masseuse."

"Oh," she moans as he dips one finger below the waist of her panties and swipes his knuckle slowly from one hipbone to the next. Her chest is already heaving, eyes slid shut to enhance the intensity of his touch. "Stop trying to bribe me."

"Just making a case here," he murmurs and then his tongue follows his finger and she grips his hair, her hips lifting off the mattress in their quest to bring him closer to where she wants him. Then he resumes talking, his fingers continuing their slow torture as his words breeze over her belly and only add to her deepening arousal.

"Point the third, I won't make demands on you. If you want us to stay friends while I'm here and you're there, but let me fuck you until your legs are numb when I do come to visit, I can deal with that. If you want to end things at any point in the future, I won't be the kicked puppy. If you want to end this right now, I'll walk out the door, distract the others while you deal with that incredibly arousing case of sex hair you're sporting, and let you go tomorrow without a fight."

Through her moans, she laughs at his prideful description of her hair, knowing he's the reason for her tangled tresses, and then feels the sting of tears as she realizes, she doesn't want him to let her go either.

"But before you decide," he whispers as he finally peels her panties down her legs. She releases his hair to leverage her hips up to help. "Consider this..."

His hand shoots out from beneath the sheet and twirls her panties on his finger for a moment before dropping them to the floor. She sniggers at his antics, eagerly awaiting his next words and moves. His hand disappears once more. He grips her thighs and spreads them as he settles between them. Katniss clings to the sheets and arches automatically towards the lump under the sheets that is his head. A soft squeal escapes her lips as his tongue experimentally licks her folds.

"Point the fourth," he breaths onto her already wet lips and she wriggles beneath him, desperate to have his mouth on her again. "I will make love to you like this every chance you give me. Fuck, Katniss, I'll never get tired of making you come."

Then his mouth latches onto her and her lips part in a shout that she hastily stifles by stuffing the sheet into her mouth and biting down. Her hips buck into him, and he lets her, moving with her instead of trying to contain her. He alternates sensuous licks with frantic sucks until she's risen to a fever pitch.

Someone walks by Peeta's door as he slips his fingers inside her to massage the extremely sensitive spongy spot, sucks on her clit. She whines into the balled up cotton filling her mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet, but finding it harder as he drives her close to her peak then backs off as one of their roommates knocks on her door down the hall.

"Catnip?" Gale calls out loudly as her thighs tense and her feet push her up into Peeta's mouth, his tongue dipping inside her alongside his fingers and swirling over her walls then curling up to rub the sensitive spot right at the upper crease of her labia. She feels herself teeter on the edge as he concentrates there.

"Unf, Peeta," she whispers desperately, the words garbled around the sheet, but she needs to come so badly and she's terrified someone will hear her. She's not sure if she's asking him to finish her fast or stop until Gale leaves. He reaches one hand up to cover her mouth, stuffing the sheets further in and effectively silencing her. Peeta pulls his fingers free and uses his other hand to angle her hips down so she's completely arched on his bed. His teeth scrape her clit as he returns his full attention to it.

"Guess she's out somewhere or asleep or something," Gale says right in front of Peeta's door.

"Her keys are in the bowl," Johanna points out. "So are Peeta's."

Oh god, she thinks as Peeta continues his assault on her clit and her sanity. They're going to figure it out. Somehow, though, the illicit nature of this, of Peeta's hand and sheets muffling what would otherwise be her screams while their closest friends stand on the other side of the door, sends a wave of lustful heat through her.

"Huh," Gale says and then pounds on Peeta's door just as Peeta's tongue starts flicking her throbbing clit at a maddening pace.

Her feet curl painfully as she braces herself, prepares for the storm to break, heedless of the wild motions of her hips as Peeta's fingers dig into the taut flesh of her flexed ass, his short nails pinpricks of pain that only serve to send her careening faster over the edge.

"Yo Peeta!" Gale yells through the wood as Katniss thrashes on the bed, lost to the world, and Peeta's tongue laps at her in time with each pulse of her clit. She moans deep in her throat, unable to contain the wanton noise. Then she goes limp on the bed, yanking his hand and sheet from her mouth so she can gulp in lungfuls of air.

"You alright in there, dude?" Gale asks.

Peeta lifts himself up so he's hovering over Katniss, his lips and chin glistening with her. He grins, his eyes sparking in wild need as he grasps himself and nudges her folds apart with the tip of his cock.

"I'm fine," Peeta calls out, his voice convincingly hoarse. "Just taking a nap."

Katniss hisses and wraps her legs around him as he slowly begins to enter her and Gale makes some comment on the other side of the door that neither of them responds to, breathlessly anticipating and then sighing as two sets of footfalls retreat from Peeta's door. She squeezes her eyes shut when he's only partway in and claws at his biceps, then at his hips. Fucking hell, he's so hard, she can feel his veins throbbing with every beat of his heart. Or maybe it's her still quivering lips. Either way, she needs him to stretch her, fill her, pound into her and quench the need raging through her limbs.

Peeta freezes. Katniss mewls in protest.

"Condom," he says in a panic and pulls back out to hastily search for one. His dick brushes against her hip as he rummages through his nightstand, leaving traces of her arousal on her skin. Her legs shift restlessly, rubbing her thighs on his hips and waist, her heels on the back of his legs. Hands fumbling, softly cursing, Peeta tosses things out to aid his search as she takes the chance to bite his shoulders and chest, suck on the skin until it's red and marked with her saliva.

"Fuck," he whispers, a desperate edge to his voice. "We used the last one earlier. Do you have any in your room?"

Her legs tighten on him as her body responds to the memory of riding him, keening his name and incoherent bits of dirty talk to spur on his upward thrusts as she bounced over his cock until she fucking squirted her release all over him. She'd never done that before. It left her dazed. Disoriented and yet flying on wave after wave of euphoria.

"I'm on the pill," she says frantically, tugging on his shoulders to bring him back to her. Peeta hesitates, staring at her with his mouth hanging open.

"Katniss, I -"

"Fuck, Peeta, we both know neither one of us has been with anyone else in at least six months. I'm clean. I trust you. And I need you. Now."

"Shit," he mutters, but shifts his body to enter her once more. They both groan softly in relief as her walls flutter slightly as they stretch for him.

Peeta leans over as his hips rotate and roll against hers; she seizes his lips and kisses herself off of them. The mattress dips with their movements, cradling her in it's softly welcoming cushion, punctuating each of Peeta's shallow, forceful thrusts with a faint squeak. Their mouths part when they run out of air, bodies not pausing in their frantic race for climax.

"Come again for me," he whispers into her open mouth. "Please, Katniss. Can't hold on much longer."

"Ung," she moans, arching her body into his, her neck stretched tight and exposed to him. "Don't know if I can."

"Yes, you can," Peeta insists, running his tongue up the column of her throat and then slipping one hand between them to rub furious circles over her clit while he devours her earlobe and pours broken, honeyed words into it.

"Feels so-so-fucking good-" Peeta gasps out as his hips begin to snap. The dual sensations of his hand and dick send her rocketing sky high. Towards the stars. The world turns black for just a second as every fiber of her being condenses and springs free with soft bursts of light.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Katniss," he whimpers in her ear. "Damn you're squeezing - so tight - Fuck! Keep coming on me, Katni- oh god, oh FUCK!"

The last world is almost a squeal on his lips. She's still trembling from head to toe as he yanks himself free of her and settles back on his knees, grips his cock. The tendons in his arm strain against his skin as he frenetically pumps himself, his other hand clutching tight to her still raised knee. Her body languishes in the aftermath as Peeta's head tilts back and he bites his lip, satisfied moans escaping as his cum spurts out and bathes her hips and lower abdomen.

Katniss licks her lips as Peeta continues to lazily stroke himself, his entire torso heaving in the fight to breathe. He's so radiantly beautiful with the moonlight casting shadows across his pale skin, contouring the muscles toned through years of wrestling and hefting bread trays and hundred pound sacks of flour through his family's bakeries.

His lashes finally flutter open and he stares down at her, sprawled wide open on his bed. Perhaps she should feel self-conscious but she can't. Not with the way he's gazing at her. She doesn't want morning to ever arrive.

Fuck.

To distract herself from her confusingly troublesome thoughts, Katniss stares at the spray of semen decorating her body.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Katniss," Peeta says. "I should've asked if that was okay. I just...didn't want you to have anything to worry about."

Swirling two fingers through the mess, Katniss gathers as much as she can on her fingers, her hand shaking with nerves over what she's about to do. She's given head before, but always preferred spitting to swallowing. For some reason, though, her core throbs at the thought of tasting Peeta. He's certainly familiarized himself with her taste. WIth a deep breath, she locks eyes with him and watches his features shift from mortified to astonished as she lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean.

"Holy fuck," Peeta whispers before crashing his mouth to hers. The kiss is wild and leaves no room for breathing or thinking or anything other than feeling. Burning.

"That is so fucking hot, Katniss," Peeta says as he pulls back. She does it again, unable to suppress a quiet moan this time as she savors his salty flavor. Then she pins him with her eyes and gives him the best answer she's able to right now.

"Next time, I want you to cum inside me."

"Next time?" he asks hopefully as he collapses beside her on the bed.

"You think we can do this? The no demands on each other?" she asks boldly, trying to hide the fear she feels at taking this risk. Something flickers in Peeta's eyes, but he shifts his body and pulls her into him, buries his face in the crook of her neck.

"Yeah," he says. "Nothing is more important to me than our friendship, Katniss. I won't screw it up. I mean, I graduate in six months, so I think I can keep it together that long."

Her heart thuds in her chest as Peeta kisses her neck, softly, adoringly. When he stops, she mourns the loss of his lips and bites her cheek to keep from telling him that he's not the one she's worried about screwing up their friendship. As she lays there, listening to his gentle snores, she can't help but wonder what the hell she's gotten herself into.

In the morning, she wakes early and sits for a moment, staring as Peeta sleeps. Leaning over him, she kisses him until he wakes, which startles him, but then he smiles at her, bright as the sun.

"Hey there," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep as he massages her scalp and pulls her back down to return the kiss tenfold. Her toes curl and she's calculating whether or not she has time for one more round with Peeta when he releases her mouth and sighs before pecking her cheek one last time.

"I suppose you have to get going," he murmurs regretfully.

"Yeah," she says and extricates herself from his embrace, although she takes the blanket, wrapped around her to cover her naked body. Everything from the waist down is marvelously sore and she teeters on her feet for a moment before gaining her equilibrium. As she gathers her scattered clothing, Peeta stretches and rises from his bed, unabashedly nude. Her cheeks heat and her middle cartwheels at the sight and she does another quick mental calculation, still coming up unfortunately short on time.

"I have to go finish packing," she says once she's found her underwear. Peeta's tugging his jeans from yesterday back on and pauses to run a hand through his hair.

"Okay," he says. "I'll see you downstairs in a bit, then."

"Yeah, see you soon," she answers, and before things can turn awkward, she opens the door and checks that the hallway is clear before dashing down it's length to her own room.

As soon as she shuts her door behind herself, she shifts into what Finnick refers to as her robotic mode, where she just moves, accomplishing one task after another without feeling anything. She finds something to wear, shrugs into a pair of pajamas, and makes the lonely trek to her bathroom where she showers. She dresses and braids back her hair, brushes her teeth and returns to her room. She finishes packing her things, stips the sheets from her bed and shoves her dirty laundry in a bag. Then she begins to cart things down the stairs.

The pungent smell of coffee and whatever is cooking for breakfast wafts out of the kitchen as she bypasses it to take her things outside and deposit them in the trunk of her car. When all that's left is her bookbag - containing her wallet and phone, a few important papers, a tin of cinnamon altoids, a stick of deodorant and one of lip balm - she finally braves the kitchen.

"Hey, Catnip!" Gale says and folds her into a rough hug. Her eyes briefly catch Peeta's over Gale's shoulder, but his cheeks pinken and he turns away quickly. Fighting back a feeling of disappointment, she reminds herself that this is what she wanted.

"Where'd you disappear to last night?" Gale asks, cutting into her thoughts. Johanna snorts as Gale releases her, the rude noise cut off abruptly. Katniss just catches Peeta glaring at Johanna who rolls her eyes at him and waves him off. Her stomach sinks as she wonders what they talked about this morning. Most days, she can't figure out the weird relationship Peeta cultivated with Johanna. Usually, it resembles that of siblings, but other days, there seems to be some kind of bond that she's not privy to. Today, it drives a spike of rage through her.

"I felt like catching up on my sleep. Before unpacking and the new job take over my life," she tells Gale and tries for a smile. He tugs on her braid and motions towards the counters.

"Well, Johanna and Peeta somehow managed a feast for you this morning, so eat up before we head out."

Although Katniss loads her plate, the food tastes strange on her tongue. Peeta barely looks at her unless someone else is talking to her and there's an easy way for him to join the conversation. She briefly wonders if this cold treatment is his idea of not making this the awkward morning after.

She wants to stand up on her chair and declare to him that he's failed miserably, and if he can't keep this promise, what other promises will he be breaking. It doesn't help that Johanna keeps shooting her infuriatingly knowing looks. Katniss wants to smack the smirk off her face. She would if she didn't know for a fact that the other girl could probably break her arm before Katniss even got within an inch of her goal.

After she's finished eating, her roommates each give Katniss a hug. Madge holds her tightly and then presses a sweet kiss to her cheek as she wishes Katniss luck. Johanna nearly knocks her off her feet. Finnick crushes her and lifts her straight into the air, then smacks a loud kiss to the cheek Madge did not kiss.

"To keep your face symmetrical," he claims as he sets her back on her feet. "Everyone knows symmetrical people are more attractive, and you need all the help you can get."

Annie shoves him out of the way before Katniss can retort. They're not as close, so Annie keeps the embrace short. Gale says he'll save his for when they get to Louisville, which leaves Peeta.

Winding her arms around his neck, she plasters her frame to his, melting a little as he slides his hands up her back to gently hold her, his lips brushing her earlobe. Warmth suffuses every nerve and she doesn't care how many witnesses they have. She doesn't want to let go first.

"Have a safe trip," Peeta requests. "Call us or something when you get there, okay?"

Rather than risk her voice breaking, Katniss nods and turns away from him, following Gale towards the kitchen door. In the opening, she pauses, resting her hand on the scarred frame and glancing back for one last image of them all. She gives a sad wave and then leaves.

Katniss loves her new apartment. Really, she does. Perhaps it's small, just one bedroom with a combined living room and open kitchen, but it's also quiet. The heater works perfectly, and she gets to decorate it any way that she wants. Without her still living mother haunting the walls or her dead father haunting her dreams.

"Where do you want this?" Gale asks as he brings in the last of the boxes. "It's labeled 'Books.'"

"In the living room is fine," she tells him.

Once he's set the box down, they stand awkwardly in the living room. She hates farewells and she's had more than enough for one day. Gale scrubs the back of his neck and gives her a nervous smile. She's dreading whatever he thinks he needs to say to her.

"You know, Catnip," he begins. "We've been friends a long time-"

"Gale," she says as she closes her eyes and lifts a hand, as though the motion could ever stop him when he's got his stubborn mind set on something.

"And we've had our rough patches."

Katniss laughs mirthlessly, tipping her head back as she stares at the ceiling. She can't believe he's bringing up their failed attempt at dating after he'd graduated high school. He didn't go anywhere at the time, electing to stay at home and work for two years to save up for college. It was awful. At one point, they could read each other so well. Think and move almost as one. Dating threw a wrench in their friendship that had to be pried out. Only distancing herself from him for two years after they finally called it quits worked to start the healing. It took them a long time to trust each other the first time around. Even longer the second.

"I'm not blind you know," he continues. "I've seen the way he looks at you. The way you look at him. You never looked at me that way."

"I really don't want to do this right now, Gale," she says, annoyed at the accusing tone he's taken, and stalks off to the kitchen. She doesn't need Gale telling her to not screw this up, to not break Peeta's heart. Sure, that's what she's partially afraid of, but there's more to it than that, and Gale will be one of the few people to understand this about her.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt," he says in a rush. "Look, I'm not saying this because I love you, or because I'm jealous of him. I mean, I do and I am-"

Katniss groans and slices open one of her kitchen boxes, distracting herself from the words she half suspected but didn't want to face. They've already done this dance. It didn't work. She has no desire to try again. And she'd thought he'd gotten over it and could just be her friend again.

She bends her head and focuses on the contents of the box. It doesn't contain much, just basics she's slowly collected over the last year whenever she was able to squirrel away some money. As much as she hates it, most of her first paycheck will have to go towards furnishing her apartment. She doesn't even have a couch or a bed yet. She'll be sleeping on an air mattress for awhile. Gale doesn't seem to care that she's trying to ignore him and forges ahead.

"Katniss, listen to me!" His harsh words finally grab and hold her attention. "Don't get into whatever this thing is with Peeta too deep, alright. I know you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she bites out, plunking her pots onto the counter with a not nearly satisfying enough clang!

"You're a runner, Katniss. When things get too rough, you cut ties and run. Then you mope around for months wondering why you're so lonely. Anyone not vital to your life but who gets too close or becomes a risk to your survival, gets cut out of your life. It's what you did to me. And it's what you'll do to yourself over Peeta."

She stares agog at him, stunned that her best friend, the one person she always thought knew her so well, despite that one insane idea that they themselves should date, would think that she's that cold. She isn't, is she?

"Get out," she whispers.

"Catnip, please don't."

"Gale, just go," she says. He purses his lips together as his spine stiffens.

"Fine," he says. "But when this little fling shatters you both, don't come running to me for a shoulder to cry on, okay? I don't fucking understand what you two see in each other anyways."

"Fine!" she shouts and Gale stalks loudly out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him. She wants to chase after him. To tell him she can find a way to look past his hurtful words. But neither of them are very forgiving. It's why they didn't work the first time around. Too much flash and anger to survive without tearing one another to shreds.

Katniss turns her back on her door and throws herself into the next phase of her life. She finishes unpacking the kitchen and then moves into the bathroom, hanging her towels on the rack and stocking the cabinet and shower with her toiletries. Once that's done, she starts on the bedroom, where she sets up the air mattress, making it into the closest she can get it to a bed with the sheets and blankets she used in her room at the big house. As she smooths out the comforter, her phone starts ringing.

When she picks it up, she nearly throws it back down, her hand feeling singed by the thing bearing Peeta's smiling face and name. But she promised she'd call and didn't.

"Hey," she says as she answers the call.

"Hey, so I assume you made it there safely. Gale just got back and-"

"Can we not talk about Gale?" she snaps. Peeta's silent for a moment.

"Uh, okay. We can do that," he says evenly, and she knows he's trying to read her voice since he can't see her face. He clears his throat. When he speaks again, it's with the voice she knows and loves. The one of late night baking and binge eating sessions in the kitchen. "Tell me about your place."

"What? Like describe it to you?"

"Yeah," he says cheerfully. "Paint me a picture."

"Okay," she says and kicks off her shoes before stretching out on her air mattress. "It has walls and windows. Oh and a door."

"Thank you, Michaelangelo," he says and her face splits into a grin. "What color are these walls?"

"White," she responds.

"Riveting," he teases.

"Um, the kitchen and living room are open, like a combined room, and uh, I really think I'm gonna need to invest in curtains because all the windows have those hideous old metal mini blinds."

"There you are. Just needed to warm you up a bit," he says and she can hear the smile in his voice. Already she's relaxing. "So what's the kitchen like? Tiny and inadequate? Or do you have one of those wide marble countertops?"

"No," she answers. "Limited counter space."

"Damn," he mutters and it piques her curiosity.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I wanna lay you out on your countertop and drive my dick into you until you come so hard, the neighbors hear you scream my name."

"Peeta," she gasps, but already she's growing damp. She wants to throw on the brakes, to remind him that they agreed to no demands. She wants to go lay on the counter and finger herself while he talks her through it. Unable to make up her mind, she says nothing else.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "Is this allowed?"

"Maybe not tonight," she says and bites her lip, waiting for a tirade.

"Okay," he says instead and she nearly sighs audibly in relief. "So what else? This place have it's own bathroom? Or is it old enough to have one of those creepy community ones?"

"No, it has it's own," she answers tentatively, suddenly thinking about kissing Peeta under the warm spray of her shower. "With a shower and everything."

"Convenient," he says. "How close is it to your job? The apartment not your bathroom...although I guess that's basically the same thing."

Katniss laughs in a short burst before answering him. They talk for over an hour, and when they finally hang up, she yawns deeply, content. Her stomach growls loudly since the last time she ate was the lunch she and Gale had right after they got to Louisville. Peeling herself off the mattress, she heads into the kitchen where she tossed the stack of takeout menus the landlord handed her along with the keys, thumbing through them until she finds one that sparks her interest.

Once her belly is full, she changes into pajamas and then checks the door and window locks before crawling beneath her covers. It takes her awhile to finally find sleep, the unfamiliar noises, reasonable temperature, and absence of a warm body beside her preventing her from answering the pull of Morpheus. It's when she's right on the brink that she wonders why Peeta never asked her about her bedroom.