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I sit across from Peeta, looking at him as he draws, how precise all his strokes are. I don't know why, but my own words come back to me. The only way I will willingly die, is if it is by Peeta's hand. Then Boggs words come back to me, how Coin wants me dead, and it all clicks. This is her way, Peeta.
No leader would put the greatest weapon against the face of her own rebellion on the same squad. Unless, she was going to kill the face with the weapon. I look over to Boggs who seems to have his eyes locked on Peeta and I, and it confirms my suspicions. I pull my knees to my chest protectively.
"Are you going to watch me all day?" Peeta asks, looking up at me.
"It's weird, it's like you're almost you, but not quite."
"The only difference is I don't love you." I feel a sharp pain in my chest as the words leave his mouth.
I slowly stand up, and walk to my room, flopping on the bed and letting out a frustrated scream. His words swim around in my head, taunting me. I don't love you. A knock on my door startles me, and I reluctantly pull myself from the bed, and walk over to it, pulling the door open only a few inches. I'm surprised when I find Peeta.
"Can I come in?"
"Are you going to try and kill me again?"
He looks down at the floor, and I feel guilty for a moment, so I decide to open the door and let him in. He stands awkwardly before walking in, sitting on the end of my bed.
"Do you know why you're here Peeta?" I whisper.
His eyes meet mine, and I see fear in them.
"She wants me to kill you, she didn't say it out loud but she didn't have to. I knew." He replies in a low voice.
Tears puddle in my eyes, and spill onto my cheek, and before it can reach the bottom of my cheek, his soft finger brushes it away.
"I won't let that happen. Which is why you're going to have to kill me, Katniss."
The words knock the air form my lungs.
"I will not."
He looks down at his hands, that appear to be shaking, and fear strikes me. What if he's having an episode? What if he kills me right now? Before I even get to kill Snow. In one swift move he's coming towards me, I close my eyes and I embrace my death. Only it doesn't come. Instead his arms have trapped me as he buries his face in my neck.
"They come back, in flashes. My love for you. Moments spent together. In the woods, in your room. Growing up. Everyday our eyes met, and I never had the courage to talk to you. Not until the outbreak." He whispers as tears fall down his face.
His words move me, and my hearts beats so loudly it's bound to come out of my chest. I free my arms from his tight grip, and wrap them around his neck, pushing my lips against his. I'm met with a deep groan from him, as he stands, lifting me up with him. I tightly wrap my legs around his waist, and I blush from head to toe as I feel him pressed against my center, growing hard.
I look up into his eyes as he lays me on my back, and begins pulling his own shirt off. I pull him back down against me, kissing him greedily. I groan as he pulls away from my lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispers.
I nod, and it's all the encouragement he needs. I giggle against his lips as his fingers slip under my shirt, pushing it slowly up my body. I sit up as he pulls it off, and blush as he looks at my bare chest. A part of me wants to grab my shirt and run, forget this. But a deep pulling ache in my lower stomach keeps me planted where I lay.
For a while we're a mess of quiet moans, soft kisses, and slight grinding. I finally grow frustrated, and begin pushing his pants off of him. I see him watching me from the corner of my eye, and I grow more flustered, he chuckles lightly before standing up, pushing his pants and boxers off. I bite my lip as he springs free, and I'm taken back slightly at how big he is. My stomach stirs at the sight of him.
When his eyes find mine on him he blushes a deep red, and I can't help but laugh. He grins at me, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on, he moves his body back over me and when I feel him pressed against my entrance, I let out a soft coo. I push my head back as his lips touch every inch of my neck.
"Is it okay if I-"he whispers, and I nod quickly in reply desperate for his touch.
The feeling when his fingers press against me is indescribable. A moan loud enough for everyone on the train to hear escapes my lips. I'm lost in the moment of his touch, when I feel one of his fingers push into me. The feeling is foreign at first, but when I'm finally relaxed, I want more.
"Another." I whisper into his ear, leaving soft kisses on his neck.
And he obliges, slowly pushing a second into me, holding them there until I'm comfortable enough. When I nod, he begins to pull them out, before pushing them back in and my body tingles in places I did not know it could. He continues, quickening his pace when a feeling pushes through my body, it's overwhelming and calming at the same time, I'm yelling out his name as my body shudders, and when I'm finally still his eyes are on me and I'm blushing even more.
"Sorry." I whisper shyly.
"Don't be, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
His words make me smile, and we move slightly, placing him at my entrance. I look down and feel butterflies in my stomach as I imagine all of him entering me. I finally look up at him, and he's looking at me questioningly, I nod. A second later, he pushes his hips forwards burying himself inside me, and I cry out, as I feel him stretch me. I quickly grab a hold of his hips holding him there as I try to adjust.
It's an awkward few seconds, and finally I am comfortable and when he pulls out, it does not hurt. Then he thrusts into me again, and this time it feels good. He continues for a few minutes, when suddenly his thrusts grow quicker, more frantic. Harder. I'm moaning into his neck as he pushes in and out of me, and the way he's saying my name pushes me over board, my back arches as I release again, and he quickly pulls out, stroking himself quickly as he finishes on my stomach. I blush before pulling him back down against me, kissing a trail up his neck.
"I love you, Peeta."
He sucks in a breath at my words, before our lips clash again.