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Peeta seemed to be a different man the morning after our first kiss. Except for the first day when I woke up to Peeta making me breakfast, I've woken up alone. He'd left in the very early hours of the morning to attend to some important business deal. But today, I woke up first, my cheek pressing against Peeta's firm chest, one are tucked at his side the other one intertwined with one of Peeta's own hands at his bare hip, and my legs vined around his.

I take these silent minutes to go over what exactly happened last night. Peeta kissed me, and more surprisingly I let him, and even more surprisingly than that I enjoyed the kiss. Or kisses, because it wasn't just one kiss. I specifically told Peeta that I didn't kiss clients because it was too personal. So does this mean that he doesn't consider me business deal? Do I mean more to Peeta now? If Peeta and I were to become more than just a business transaction, Peeta would no doubt expect me to quit my job, I couldn't be fucking other men while sleeping in his bed at night, but what else would Peeta make me do? Go to college, so he can be with someone more his level? Move to New York City? Expect me to start behaving more like a lady?

All of the questions circling in my head are making me dizzy and I have to stop thinking all together before I get physically sick. I nuzzle my face further into Peeta, accidently waking him up. He stirs below me, untangling his hand from hair and untwining our fingers so he could rub the sleep out of his eyes with both hands.

"Good morning," Peeta says in a sleepy voice.

"Hi," I grin up at him.

"Can I kiss you again, or was that just a slip of character?" Peeta asks me.

I don't think about it because thinking at this moment is bad for me. "You can kiss me."

Peeta's lips have no trouble settling against mine in a good morning kiss. "I wish we could stay in this bed forever."

"I'll allow it."

Peeta and I kiss again, and again, and again. Until our lips are chapped, red, and sore and are dizzy from a lack of oxygen. It's only then does Peeta glance at the alarm clock and announce that we're running late do we finally enter back into reality and start our day.

Coriolanus Snow is an avid Polo watcher, as is his partner Seneca Crane. They both have graciously invited Peeta as well as Alma Coin to join them this afternoon, no doubt to try to undermine some other sort of business deal, or try to convince Peeta to team up with them and leave Coin in the dust.

I've kept my mouth shut about Peeta's wheeling and dealing because it simply isn't my place and what do I know about buying and selling companies other than it's a lot like stealing cars and selling the pieces for profit, but legal.

I do have my opinions though. I think that Snow is right in the idea that Peeta should stop doing business with Coin. She's obviously using Peeta for his money and his name, having him do all of her dirty work so she doesn't have to lift a finger and her image stays clean. But I also wouldn't trust Snow to partner up with him either. From what I have gathered through eavesdropping on one or two of Peeta's phone calls, Snow is rough business man, plays hard and half of the time what he is doing is illegal. Through this Snow and Crane have found themselves in a bit of a financial crisis. This is where Peeta would come in and buy out the company for less than what it's worth and sell it, only Snow wants to make Peeta a partner to use his money, just as Coin is doing now.

I'm not even sure why Peeta is messing with Snow's company since it's not the normal businesses he usually goes for. Peeta has made a reputation for going after large, multi-man corporations that cost million to buy but billions to sell. Not a two man show located on the other side of the country. I asked Peeta one time why Coin was so adamant on taking Snow's life long process out from under him and he shrugged his head and stated that he was just doing business and he didn't need to question his business partner. But I think he does. Maybe I should do it for him.

Haymitch parks the town car for us and proceeds to open the door for Peeta and myself, I give him a small smile in thanks. I've gotten to know Haymitch very well over the last few days, and though I still think he's a surly drunk, I've come to grow fond of him.

"Don't step in any horse shit, Sweetheart," I hear him call after me and I roll my eyes.

Peeta takes me by the hand and leads me to a small gathering of people; two of them being Snow and Crane themselves.

"Nice day isn't it now, gentlemen?" Peeta greets both men with firm handshakes. "Of course you remember Katniss from dinner the other night?"

"How could we forget such a lovely face?" Crane took my hand in his gently and kissed the tops of my knuckles with wet lips.

I discreetly try to wipe his spit off on the back of my flowing chiffon high-low skirt before shaking hands with Snow.

"I hope that you looked over our offer Mr. Mellark, it's a much better one than you have now," Snow smiled a snake-like smile.

"Unfortunately I haven't been able to look over the contract, I've been rather busy," Peeta says smoothly while I know that that contract is actually sitting in the local landfill.

"Yes well, if I had a beauty like that on my arm, I'd be a busy man as well," Seneca gave me a look that made me squirm, but not in a good way.

Peeta gives the men a small smile before he wraps his arm more securely around me. "If you'd excuse us, there are many more people I'd like Katniss to meet today."

"Certainly," Snow nods. "And Peeta, do think about our offer. We're very serious people, and don't like to be kept waiting."

"I'm sure you don't, you two have a nice day."

We walk off quickly without another word. Peeta is fuming, the grip he has on me is tightening as if in one single second I'm going to float off like a helium balloon. I twist in Peeta's arm so my front is pressed against his side and place a kiss on the underside of his square jaw.

We spot Finnick and Annie, thankfully enough, and make our way around the field to where they are sitting. Annie looks bigger than the last time I saw her, which is almost impossible to say seeing as I just saw her the other day. She's waving a homemade fan that is folded out of the Polo brochure and waving it around her face to create some sort of breeze.

"Fuck being pregnant," Annie grumbles when I take the vacant seat next to her.

I grin and sneak a look up at Finnick who is mindlessly massaging his wife's shoulders like a dutiful husband.

"It's his fault I'm fat and miserable. Wanted a kid so damn bad," she grumbles again and I have to cover my mouth to stop the laugh from escaping.

"I love you, Darling," Finnick says sweetly. He is the perfect husband.

Finnick and Peeta take up a casual conversation amongst themselves while Annie claims that it is too hot to any sort of talking other than bitching at her husband, so I take up watching the men on horseback swing their sticks to hit the invisible ball towards the attended destination. It's not exciting as watching hockey or football; I don't know the rules of this game, and only start clapping when those around me start to clap. It doesn't matter though, because when I turn to look at Peeta he looks at me and gives me that smile that I adore so much.

Peeta and I part ways when Alma approaches our group at half time and I excuse myself to take part in the long tradition of stomping the turned over grass, called divots, back into the ground. During this time, I find myself come face to face with Crane, grinning madly with his ridiculous bread framing his face.

"Mr. Crane," I say nicely enough. "Peeta tells me that you are a polo player yourself, why aren't you out there with them?"

"If I was out there playing, I wouldn't be able to enjoy your beautiful face."

"You're too kind."

"I try but it seems that Mr. Mellark doesn't think so. He's determined to believe those lies that wicked Alma Coin is poisoning his brain with. I'm sure she's telling him right this moment that I'm some two-headed serpent."

Crane and I take a glance towards Peeta who is still standing next to Alma with his arms folded crossly across his broad chest and a sour look on his face. Surely whatever Coin is telling him isn't good. Crane steps closer towards me and leans down to whisper in my ear. "Remember Miss. Everdeen, not everyone appears to be who they say they are."


Quick thing, I've written a Game of Thrones fanfic revolving Sansa, and Game of thrones is not my forte and I've only just started reading the first book after binge watching up until the fourth season. Should I post it, yay or nay?