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If I was to say I hated being near this baker's boy then I would be lying to myself. I wanted to hate it. He was my enemy. He was going to try to kill me. Had he not proven that earlier? Or was it an empty threat. All of this aside I truly felt calmed when I was near Peeta. He had this way about him. I pondered the thought of ignoring him, that would certainly be the best way about it. Even as I thought about it though, my stomach tightened uncomfortably. For some reason I just couldn't ignore him. Maybe that's why I found myself standing outside his compartment.

I knocked. "Peeta? It's me Katniss." I had no doubt he would know who I was; courtesy was forcing me to mention my name. There was a shuffling around, before the door opened.

"Hey. Nice to see you." He smiled his genuine smile. He truly meant that? Now I knew I definitely couldn't ignore him. I smiled back.

"I was worrying about our makeover today." I looked to the floor and scraped my foot along the plush carpet. My eyes were pulled away though when Peeta lifted my chin timidly with his finger.

"You're beautiful as you are Katniss." Peeta's cheeks turned a faint pink, mine were worse. I pulled his hand away slowly, stunned. He seemed just as shocked.

"Peeta. I don't understand you." I shook my head slowly, mainly to remove my trapped gaze from his, but also to emphasise my point.

Peeta sighed, quietly though. "You will soon enough Katniss. I'm sorry about what I said yesterday." We stood awkwardly for a few seconds before I managed myself to look at him again.

I took a few steps back. "I suppose we will be going soon." Peeta simply nodded his head as I returned to my compartment.

The remake centre was painful. Simply put. I struggled to try to stay conscious. They had ripped every single fibre of hair off my legs. Finally after three hours my stylist arrives. Hopefully he won't want me to undergo any annoying treatments.

"Hello, Katniss. I'm Cinna, your stylist," he says in a quiet voice somewhat lacking in the Capitol's affectations.

"Hello," I venture cautiously.

"Just give me a moment, all right?" he asks. He walks around my naked body, not touching me, but taking in every inch of it with his eyes. I resist the impulse to cross my arms over my chest. "Who did your hair?"

"My mother," I say.

"It's beautiful. Classic really. And in almost perfect balance with your profile. She has very clever fingers," he says.

I resist the urge to hit him. "My mother does not deserve those compliments." I try not to be rude to this man. He seems so untouched.

He simply nods, understanding, before he moves on. . "So, Katniss, about your costume for the opening ceremonies. My partner, Portia, is the stylist for your fellow tribute, Peeta. And our current thought is to dress you in complementary costumes," says Cinna. "As you know, it's customary to reflect the flavour of the district."

"The same as Peeta?" I surprise myself by that being the only thing I took out of it. Stupid of me.

"Neither of you are afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?" He sees my expression and grins.

A few hours later, I am dressed in what will either be the most sensational or the deadliest costume in the opening ceremonies. I'm in a simple black unitard that covers me from ankle to neck. Shiny leather boots lace up to my knees. But it's the fluttering cape made of streams of orange, yellow, and red and the matching headpiece that define this costume. Cinna plans to light them on fire just before our chariot rolls into the streets.

"It's not real flame, of course, just a little synthetic fire Portia and I came up with. You'll be perfectly safe," he says. But I'm not convinced I won't be perfectly barbecued by the time we reach the city's center.

My face is relatively clear of makeup, just a bit of highlighting here and there. My hair has been brushed out and then braided down my back in my usual style. "I want the audience to recognize you when you're in the arena," says Cinna dreamily. "Katniss, the girl who was on fire."

I can't help myself when Peeta turns up. I feel calmer already and a smile taints my lips. Peeta's grin is even more astounding. My stomach clenches in an unfamiliar way. What on earth was happening to me.

I reach out for Peeta's hand and help him into our chariot. "You look… nice." Not nice, breathtaking. I mentally slapped myself. Focus Katniss.

"Thanks." Peeta shyly asses me. I can't help my heart when it does a little flip. I notice his eyes bulge. Peeta stares at me. I feel a blush beginning, my attempts to halt it fail.

"You look stunning." Those three words and I'm completely lost. I remotely hear Cinna calling us to hold hands before the doors open. I'm glad my hand is surrounded in Peeta's.

I hardly take notice of it all. Somehow my body manages to make itself smile and wave and occasionally blow kisses at the audience, but my brain has stopped functioning. Peeta said I was stunning. I squealed mentally. Squealed? Damnit Katniss.

I think I've finally regained my focus when we arrive back. Peeta seems to be fine. He tries to gain my attention and eventually I turn to him. "Sorry. You had me stunned there." I mumbled the words. It was a miracle Peeta could even get me to speak them.

"I think you stunned me too," He chuckled to himself. "You don't know, the affect you have on people." What could he mean? But then I'm lost in his eyes again. His blue eyes that prove his kindness and honesty, and something else. I just can't find a name for it. He lifts my hand further up to place his on my cheek.

Painstakingly slowly he pulls his head closer. He kisses my cheek. I feel my face turning red immediately. Before I can help myself my lips are on his.


*Sequels an ear drum breaking scream of glee* THEIR FIRST KISS, FINALLY! What do you think will happen though? Will she pull away? *Squeals again*

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