A/N: I cant believe how incredibly lazy I've been. I mean two weeks, and this is probably the shortest chappie yet. But I have everything all planed out for the whole story. And maybe even a sequal... (;

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This chapter may seem a little... Iffy? But its not inapropriate. I promise. So dont flip and exit out. All the chapters MEAN something and are important. So read and enjoy.

The song the inspired me with this chapter was Beautiful by Christina Aguilera. Its an amazing song and it totaly fits.(;

6.

I finally went up to bed around 9 o'clock. Sure, it was still early, but Katniss and I never were the party-stay-up-all-night types.

I walked into her room, removing my shirt and tossing it aside. I was slipping my pants off when I heard a cough. I turned and looked over at Katniss. Even though it was night, the full moon shown directly into her window, directing the light to the redness creeping onto her cheeks.

I sighed, "Katniss, from what I remember, I used to sleep like this all the time." then I let my pants fall to the ground.

Katniss squirmed uncomfortably as I walked towards her, kicking my pants to the side. I smiled, because I knew she couldn't see it, and I loved that 4 years after our first Hunger Game, she's still uncomfortable with nudity. Yeah, I was going to enjoy these next few minuets.

I smirked as I threw the covers off and slid into bed, pulling her tight against me. She gasped as her eyes went wide, her fingers brushing over my chest.

I was still trying to figure out why she had gasped when her fingers slid over sensitive skin, causing me to shiver. I looked down at her small face in front of my chest.

Her eyes were trained on my chest, her fingers tracing over the 'new skin' the rebels gave me back in 13.

I frowned as I watched her eyebrows furrow, and somehow I knew she was thinking, How can something that used to be so beautiful and safe be horrid and unwelcoming?
I had a sudden urge to put my shirt back on, but this was the real me. She should know I'm not just the boy with the bread anymore.

"It's bad, I know. But I wanted you to see who I really am. The scars are new, and they'll last forever, but it's a marking of what I've been through. No matter how ugly it is, it's apart of me now." I finished talking; whispering would be a more accurate term. Her eyes looked up at me, searching my face for another explanation.

That's one reason I knew I once loved her, and still do. I could read her facial expressions better then I could read anyone else's, let alone my own.

Her small arm reached up to let her fingers brush against my face, and I couldn't help but lean into her cupped hand. She looked at me with those beautiful, strong gray eyes. Then she sat up. And without warning, took her shirt off.

I quickly turned my head to the side, not wanting to be disrespectful. Did she really just take her shirt off?

I heard a loud sigh, "Peeta, I have a bra on."

Slowly, I looked at her to see her annoyed eyes staring down at me. I gave her an apologetic smile, and she seemed to give me a smile back, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

"Look," she said, taking my hand and laying it on her stomach, "I have the scars, too."
She was right, she did have scars. Some were worse then mine, others weren't.

I slowly traced them with my fingers. I refused to touch her chest, so I kept my hands on her stomach. Eventually, she lied down. I started to pull my hands away when she grabbed them and laid them back on her stomach. I didn't question her actions, because I knew that she just wanted some affection from someone.

She stopped my hands after a while, then propped her self up on her left elbow, and laid me down flat with her right hand. She traced my scars, from the ones starting by the waist band of my boxers to the scars touching my neck.

"If these scars are on a mission to make you ugly, then we might as well be ugly together." I looked over at her smiling face, and couldn't help but smile too. It was probably the cheesiest statement I've ever heard, but it came from Katniss, and knowing her, it most likely took 10 minuets to come up with that statement.

"Your scars make you look even more beautiful..."

Oh crap. Did I really just let that slip? Oh jeeze... Now she's gonna think I'm a total creep.

I quickly turned my head away from her, trying to hide my blushing face. I didn't try to mumble any justification, what I said I meant, but I just didn't think I would ever tell her she was beautiful. I'm not saying she isn't, because, believe me, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. But every time I try to let something like that slip, the memories come back. The ones of her holding a knife to my throat. The ones of her dropping the bombs on District 12. The ones that make me seam like I love her less, even when the love is clawing to come out. The ones that try to make me believe she's a monster. The ones that are lies that the Capitol planted into my head.

I closed my eyes tightly, praying that nothing would take over me. I wanted today to be episode free. Today had to be a special day.

Katniss danced her fingers gently across my shoulder, and I swallowed down the moan prying at my lips. It was amazing that after two Hunger Games, one kidnap that tempered with memories, and one war later, she still had the same effect on me. How it's possible, I'll never know, but her touch is enough to light the fire inside of me.

Her hand pulled on my arm, and I turned to look at her face, "Thank you, Peeta."

I rose my eyebrow at her. "What for?"

"Everything." She leaned her head in, and my stomach dropped down to my toes. Her light, smooth lips planted a kiss on my cheek, right under my left eye. The electric shock ran down my spin, all the way to the tips of my toes and back to the area her lips touched.

When she pulled away, her lips barley ghosted the spot she'd just kissed. I enjoyed the light tickle of her breath, but all too soon she pulled back, flipping her body over away from me. I guess she just expected for me to just go to sleep, but I saw the hesitation, the pained look in her eyes, the gentle and quiet tear rolling down her cheek.

I scooted closer and placed my left arm over her side, pulling her close, sliding my right arm under my head. She sniffled lightly and rapped her arms around mine, trying to pull me closer.

"Shh..." I cooed, "It's gonna be alright, Kat."

She sniffled again, her shoulders shuddering with quiet sobs.

This was for Prim... I knew it was. She missed her so much. All of this today probably just shook up bad memories of all the things that happened. How could I be so stupid? Of course I made it worse. As it is she can't go a day without thinking about Prim, and I just had to go and make it worse. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"I miss her, Peeta." Katniss whispered, turning over gently in my arms, looking me directly in the eyes.

Her beautiful gray eyes were puffy, blood shot and filled with tears. It broke my heart to see her like this, but I couldn't fix it; no one could.

"I know, Katniss." I found the courage deep inside of me and yanked it to the top. I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"I miss her, too." I mumbled to her forehead, kissing it again, "So much."

After hours of holding this broken girl, we finally let the darkness pull us under into an un-known world, where nightmares of hurt and death await.

But even in my dreams, the words said before sleep took over pulled at a memory from somewhere in my head, I just couldn't figure out what memory it was.

Katniss was just falling asleep, when I heard her mumble into my chest, "Stay with me."

I didn't know how I knew what to say, but I didn't hesitate to reply.

"Always."

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