If there's one thing that I learned about Katniss, it's her tendency to love black coffee raw.

"God, this is just what I need right now..." She mumbled, closing her eyes as she drank the coffee. "What brings you here, anyway?" She asked me, setting the cup on the desk with a smile.

"Had to give Delly her birthday present and she's pestering me for something else which she says she will tell me later." I yawned, sitting down and putting my feet up. "I'm in hiding."

Katniss smirked. "You do realise she knows that we're... together?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Finnick told her. But I don't know where he got that from," I shrugged.

She blushed as she looked down at her schedule. "I may have told Annie."

"That's fine," I replied with a bright smile. "Annie isn't exactly gossip central."

"Thank God for that otherwise my love life would be spread across Celeb Central and God knows how Flickerman loves to portray me as the 'Girl with the Scowl'."

I smirked. "I'm the 'Articulate Artist' who was the 'Boy With The Bread'. How does he come up with this stuff?"

Katniss chuckled. "I honestly don't know. Hey, speaking of Ceasar, isn't he covering your art gallery grand opening?"

I reply with a nod and an excited grin. "Can you believe it? Lady Lyme wants to pay for my art to be shown to the world. I need a date for it, any ideas on who to take?" I asked cheekily.

Katniss rolled her eyes but replied with a shy smile. "I might know someone who would love to go with you."

"Who?" I played along.

"She has blonde hair..." Katniss bit her lip.

"I'm listening..." I said, standing up and stepping closer to her.

Katniss' eyes twinkled. "And grey eyes..."

"Uh uh." I mumbled, bringing my lips to her neck.

"And she has a lot of work to do so there's the door," she laughs, pushing me off of her and pointing to the door.

I stared back at her in shock. "I'll get you for this."

"Yeah right." Katniss winked. "I think that's Delly calling for you?"

I jumped when I felt someone tap my shoulder and turn me around. "There you are!" The blonde with blue eyes exclaimed. "You ran away when I wanted to ask you for a VIP ticket to your art gallery."

"Yeah, sure." I blushed, using my bag to hide my excitement. Which I was sure my evil girlfriend was silently laughing her head off.

"I'll also need one for my plus one. My mother adores you!" Delly continued, pulling me out of Katniss' office.

"Bye guys!" I heard her call out.

Oh boy...

...

I glared at her as she waltzed around in her underwear, singing to a song by Foxface, some famous singer from the Capitol.

"You do know I had to relieve myself in the private staff toilets, right?" I asked her. "And Delly walked by. Now, I can't face her ever again!"

"Serves you right for trying to seduce me at work," Katniss laughed. "And you said you loved me and I said that I looooved you." She sang. "So why don't you ruuuuuun away with me?"

I raised an eyebrow. "How about I don't run away with you?" I replied, a smile threatening to break out as I realised her voice was genuinely really good even without the music to help.

"Run away with me? With me?" She jumped onto the bed and twirled around, nearly missing her footing but I used my calf to steady her. "I will apologise for the bad things I did. And you will apologise for being a dick."

I frowned. "Hey! Those aren't even the lyrics!"

She grinned, sitting beside me and planting a kiss on my lips. "You're being a dick."

"How?"

"By pouting that I turned you on at your most inconvenient time."

I leaned away from her kiss. "I'm not mad about that."

"Then what?" She asked, causing me to tilt my head at her. Her eyes widened when she realised. "My answer's yes. I'll be your date and I'll stand by your side all proud and happy for you." She said huskily into my ear. "I don't want things to be slow anymore. Let's do this."

Katniss slipped my top off and started to kiss my neck but I stopped her. "One, glad you're going to be my date and two, you got protection?"

She giggled, rolling her eyes as she got off of me and leaned over to open her night stand. "Take your pick, make it lucky."

"You're so weird," I chuckled, shaking my head as I reached into the drawer and retrieved a small package. "But that's one thing I love about you."

And her eyes brightened.