Shout out to myself, because I wrote this story. I don't know, don't ask. I'm random and proud. This is my favorite chapter yet. I hope you enjoy it. I worked hard. If I don't get at least 5 reviews on this chapter I might not continue because this would be a good stopping place. I might just write a sequel to this. I'm not sure. Review.

Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games. Duh.

~The next morning~

Clove's Point Of View

I wake up wrapped in Cato's arms. I must've used him as a pillow, because my head rests on his bare chest and my hand on his rock hard abs. Cato is all muscle.

I smile at the sleeping Cato. Until I remember last night's events. The games. Cato doesn't want me to go in the games. Just like I didn't want him to go. He knows I could win. I would win. But he also knows there is a chance that I would return back to District Two in a casket. That I would leave him alone in this horrible world. But that's not all he is worried about.

The impact it would have on me. Cato would never admit it, but he was scared to death. He still is. His tense muscles, waking up in the middle of he night. Nightmares. He doesn't want me to have to deal with the pain and the guilt that he feels. I know he sees their faces every night. The tributes. I think the worst part for him was killing Neon.

I look over to the strong arm wrapped around my waist, trapping me against the sleeping boy. On his wrist is a gold watch. The time read 10:23. I start to freak out, then remember it is Saturday.

I tilt my head up and press my lip's against Cato's. Immediately, his icy blue eyes pop open. Knowing it's me, Cato kisses me back, pulling me completely on top of him. I run my fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Cato snakes his arm back around my waist and presses me closer to him. He cups my cheek with his free hand. I can feel Cato smiling underneath the kiss. The expression 'sparks fly' is an understatement for this. Finally, we pull apart for air. I remain on top of Cato, our noses still touching.

"Well good morning to you too," Cato says smiling from ear to ear. I blush and roll off of him, hoping he didn't notice. I smile a sheepish grin back to him. Cato notices my embarrassment and laughs quietly. I definitely lacked self control there. Maybe I am weak, but if that's what I get when I am weak then I think it's okay to be weak sometimes.

Cato pulls me back to his side and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"You do know we have to get up, right?" I ask, frowning.

I sit up. I get out of bed but Cato remains in his position. I pull on Cato's arm but he won't stand up.

"Noooo," he says, pulling me into his lap. I stand up again and continue to tug on Cato's arm.

"Cato!" I yell. Finally, I end up bribing him. Not the best way, but it's effective.

"Remember what I said about prizes?" I ask him, referring to our first kiss. He nods. I continue my plan. "Well if you listen to me, you might get a prize," I say, talking to him like he is a four year old. Which in someways, he is.

Cato's eyes widen and he throws the covers off of him. He jumps up and I start to laugh. Cato smirks and closes the space between us, locking our lips together. I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he tightens his grip on me. I break the kiss and laugh.

"Carry me to my room peasant." Cato smiles. I unwrap my legs from around him and he carries me bridal style to my room. He lays me down on my unused bed.

"Meet me in the kitchen in half and hour," He says with a wink. I return the wink and he leaves.

I run to my bathroom and undress. I jump into the shower and press a couple buttons. I have no idea how, but I manged to get the water working enough to take a shower. I exit the bathroom, smelling like roses. I change into some black jeans and a tight blue shirt. I brush out my long black hair.

I run down stairs to see Cato place two plates on the table. Pancakes. Cato smiles at me. I run towards him and jump into his strong arms. Neither of us speak for a long time. We pull apart and take our seats at the table. Cato made my favorite breakfast. He can be sweet sometimes.

Cato finally speaks.

"Are you gonna do it?" He asks, not looking up.

"Do what?"

"Volunteer."

"Yes. Remember the plan? 'Clove, I'm coming back for you. Then I'll move into Victors Village and you'll move in with me and then you'll win the games and become a victor and then we will live happily ever after and everyone will remember us and our district will be proud of us.' "

I say repeating his words to me on reaping day. Cato nods, still worried. I walk over to Cato and sit down on top of him. I throw my arms around his neck.

"Everything's gonna be alright princess," I say mocking him. I kiss him on his forehead and he laughs.

I began to kiss his cheek but he places his hand on my cheek and uses his hand as a guide. He leads my lips towards his mouth and his lips catch. I arch my back and the kiss grows deeper. And at this moment, I don't care about anything. Not the games, or my abusive dad, or even fighting. All I care about is Cato. Who cares about being a victor? Screw it. I have Cato. And I want to spend the rest of my life making him happy. He is the only thing that is important. I never want to be separated from him. I just want him. To be with him. I love him.

There is just something about the the way it felt with his lips pressed to mine.

Review please!

~Clover