Ok, so I've just recently started posting again, and, although no one's reading this right now, I'm a bit rusty. Just hang with me. If I get a minor fact wrong, please correct me, but do it in a kindly manner. Or I will sic Charlie Sheen on you ^_^. Again, I do not own the Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does.* - Kat.

Twelve hours? That was impossible. I couldn't have been sitting here for that long.

"Help me up." I whisper, my throat dry. I clear it softly while Caesar stands up. He holds out his hand and I slip my slender one into his. He encloses his hand around mine. It's so much bigger! Almost as soon as I'm standing I fall, my legs numb and weak. Caesar catches me and slides his arm around my upper back, and I place my arm at his neck. With him supporting most of my weight, we manage to stumble the ten feet back to the bed. When I'm sitting down and steady, he proceeds to ask me if I'm okay.

"Are you thirsty?" He asks cautiously, running a hand through his hair worriedly. I catch it halfway through and place it in my lap. I shake my head, even though I'm terribly thirsty.

"Dance with me." I plead softly. He presses his lips together and I see conflict in his eyes. Finally he makes a decision.

"Not yet. Answer me first." Caesar murmurs resolutely. A little surprised I nod. He sighs and kneels before me, taking my hand and pressing it to his lips. My confused and muddled brain doesn't process what he's about to do. "Will you marry me?" He asks. It takes a moment for me to understand what he's asking—I think I'm in shock. He takes my silence as hesitation and looks away to hide his hurt.

"Oh I didn't mean to- I just- I'm in- Yes of course. I'm just a-" I start a dozen sentences before closing my mouth and nodding. I think he see's that I'm in a state of shock, for the hurt on his face dissipates. He gathers me in his arms and hugs me gently. Castor and all of his grandness bursts through the door, causing Caesar to jump from me.

"Good news my boy! I have arranged a hover car to take you and your beloved to District 13. So you don't get shot when you arrive, I have fore-warned their leader that you were arriving." Castor boomed. I looked around nervously for any prying eyes and ears. Castor tsks my nervous glances and tells me in a grand voice, "No one is allowed near my room. Your secrets are safe here with me."

I nod, take a deep breath and tell our latest good news to him. "Castor, that's great news. But, " I glance at Caesar, who has tears shining in his eyes, I grasp his hand. "we have some news of our own." Castor raises a fuchsia eyebrow. I hadn't noticed their odd colors before. "We're getting married." I finish. There's a moment of silence and in my head I'm counting, 1001, 1002, 1003...then there's a very girlish squeal. Castor is jumping up and down, in a bright pink bathrobe with bunny slippers, hands to his mouth. I laugh and kiss Caesar's hand. He comes and sits beside me, our thighs just touching.

"I'll bring in Petro. He's a friend of mine." Castor mumbles to himself, walking out of the room, shutting the door and leaving us in complete darkness. Suddenly, the room is too big. I scoot over towards Caesar and curl up in his lap. He wraps his arms around me and rocks back and forth.

"It's too big." I whisper, suddenly a child. Caesar nods and just holds me, singing softly.

it's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

I listen to his smooth, clear voice. The last time he sang I practically jumped him. Now, I knew better. I wouldn't jump my fiance. Instead, I laid my ear against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, calm and steady.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask him softly, nervously. He thinks for a moment.

"Purple. The color of your eyes." He answers. I smile weakly, even though it's too dark for him to see it.

"Your favorite letter?" I ask again. He pauses in his rocking for half a moment, surprised at my question.

"Hmmm, let's see. Uppercase 'R'." Caesar answers gently, fingers running through my curls.

"Why?"

"Well, first it starts it's journey, next it's trapped in a circle, then it escapes. It's an interesting story with a happy ending." I feel him nod affirmatively. I've never heard anyone give that answer. Now, I was sure I loved him.

"Tell me a story." I ask him quietly. I loved stories almost as much as music, especially a good, happy one with a complex, but not overused, plot. In his silence I can picture his eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. He starts one about this girl who loves this man so much, that she must die for him, but is unable to, valuing her own life over his. But, when her love dies a tragic death, she tries to take her own life, but is denied death because she wouldn't die for him. Now she lives her days as a lonely ghost, calling out for her lover. It's a sad story and I almost start crying at the end, but Caesar breaks off and kisses me. After several long seconds, he breaks away and slowly picks up where he left off, pausing longer between words than before.

"Keep going." I tell him, hoping he senses my double meaning. He tries to continue the story at a more normal pace, but I interrupt him again.

"No. With what you were doing." I whisper. Caesar laughs quietly, nervously, for some reason. He leans down and presses his lips to mine softly. Instead of stopping like I expected him to when we've been kissing this long, he pushes me off his lap and onto the bed. I gasp, the impact knocking the breath from me. He's over me in an instant, locking me in a fiery embrace. Caesar's hard body is pressed right against me, not that I'm complaining. He pulls away, regaining his control.

"No, please." I beg breathlessly. Moonlight leaks through the curtains and I can see agony written into his handsome face, the desire seeping into his eyes, slowly destroying his control.

"We can't." He whispers brokenly, desperately. I sit up, shaking my head, and run a hand through my curls. He traps my hand in his and brings it to his neck, then lets go. I pull him towards me, looking into his green eyes the entire time. We kiss, cautiously, but then it's like I can see his resolve break and he surrenders with a moan.

*Ok, well I think we all knew that was going to happen eventually. That's as far as I'm going. There will be no lemony chapters as I rated this T for a reason. Anyway, if you have even bothered to read this, I'm thanking you tremendously (mentally, of course) and virtually sending you guys a Caesar of your own ;) Haha well, I know this is asking a lot, but please, review. I know how hard it is. Just, please, for me. Oh and yes, I did use The Cave by Mumford and Sons. I don't own that song.* - Kat