A/N: I know it's been a while since I've updated. I have a bunch of these half finished...that haven't gotten finished thanks to getting ill again, and playing major catch up with schoolwork, and then personal life got shot to hell recently. Again. But, point of the matter is, Rane saw these Valentine's Day and loved them, and I have two more for y'all to enjoy now.
Prompt is "lips".
I didn't think she'd ever do it.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I want her to. I want her to more than anything, and I always have. But when she looks at me, I see mistrust.
Suspicion.
A scowl.
Like I'm pulling one over her or something. The same look she gave me the night of the interview, mixed with that shattering temper. Or when she saw me with Glimmer, Cato, and the others. The loathing in her eyes, and under that falsely cheerful voice nearly fractured me. But she didn't know that. And maybe she never will.
We're the "star crossed lovers of District 12" and yet, her lips have never touched mine.
And then she does. Out of nowhere, she interrupts what I am saying, not that I will remember a word of it. I have imagined the moment over and over again, until it became perfection in my mind. Everything I wanted and then some. But with my head swimming and my leg throbbing, the only thought that registers is, "Her lips are so chapped."