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I opened my eyes to the annoying light filtering in from the window. The sun was peeking through it brightly even though the clock was claiming that it was only 8 AM. I turned to face the other side of the bed, only to prove that it was empty. I got up and put on the first thing I saw in the closet, something dark and comfortable, I needed to hunt, and I needed it now.

I got out of the house without even checking to see if Peeta was in it, and ran as fast as I could, crossing through Victor's Village. I arrived at the Seam within a matter of minutes and ran through its dusty streets until I was in the meadow. Walking on it made shivers run down my spine as I remembered the dozens of people who rested here in this place forever. I quickly crossed the fence that separated the district from the forest and ran towards the tree that hid my beloved bow. As soon as I held it in my hand, I went into the forest without a second thought so that I could drown my fears.

My silent but ferocious steps began to look for prey that I could take home; I needed to hunt, I knew that it was the only thing that would calm me down on a day like this. Today was my birthday, the day in which I had come into the world without knowing what awaited me, without knowing that I would become a tribute. There was only one year in which I had been happy about my birthday, and that was the year that I turned twelve and could finally obtain the damn tesserae with which we fed our difficulties.

I soft murmur took me out of my thoughts and it sounded big, could it be a deer? I couldn't believe it; a huge deer was running towards me. I took an arrow from my quiver, aimed, and…

"What? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here."

"I wanted to congratulate you." I clucked my tongue.

"Don't do it, you know…you know I don't…"

"I also wanted to give you a present… away from everybody… so that it would be special."

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to… I want… to give it to you…" I waited as I looked into his eyes for an endless minute.

"Well?" I whispered.

In that moment, his lips crashed against mine in an almost brusque manner. Immediately, without letting me say anything, he sought my tongue, and it opposed no resistance. I played with his happily, in a game that was starting to drive me insane. The heat in my belly was beginning to make presence, as it normally did with a simple kiss.

His hands began to play with the edge of shirt even though they quickly went to the next level and touched the heated skin on my navel, and that simple contact made the rest of my body tremble, pressing closer to his and seeking his touch. He seemed to understand my gesture completely as he tried to press close to me too, squeezing my waist tightly, digging his fingers into the marks that were already there. Without breaking from our wet kiss, he made me walk back a few steps until my back slammed violently against the tree trunk. I moaned in pain but I didn't care, feeling his lips over my neck afterwards, kissing it with devotion to then leave me a few nibbles here and there. Bites that immediately began to rob mild gasps that I was trying to hold back with all of my strength; this wasn't supposed to be happening here.

His hands abandoned the sensitive skin of my hips and began to struggle with the button on my pants. I noticed how he became frustrated at not being able to undo it and I had to bite down my bottom lip so as to not scream when I felt the tug from him tearing the hook. I gave in and looked for his mouth again, almost literally eating out his lips; I bit them and kissed them as if it were my mission in life. A new moan escaped from my throat when I felt how my pants slid down from my legs, and then without further warning his right hand squeezed my intimacy over my underwear. I cried out without being able to stop it and bit my lips even harder as the palpitations were becoming impossible, to the point where they were now painful and the moisture increased from underneath his hands. It was perfectly obvious how the transparent red cloth became wet, and with it his heated hands, which began moving softly with a lingering to and fro, adding more pressure to my folds, getting to that part of my anatomy that made me scream so embarrassingly and made me convulse.

The hand that I had tangled in his hair did not want to feel less important than his, so it went down to unbutton his pants, which didn't cost me any trouble at all, and then I slipped it inside of his underwear, caressing the skin of his hardness with the palm of my hand. The heat that it gave off intoxicated me, and as if it were a reflex, I wrapped my hand around his hardness and began stroking it with soft, slow movements. His moans didn't take long to come and he abandoned my mouth, throwing his head back and leaving his neck exposed, which I attacked with my kisses and tongue while my hand worked him faster and faster each time.

"Katniss…"

"Do it…do it now…" I murmured against his lips.

I soon noticed that my panties had disappeared and I had my legs wrapped around his legs at the same time that I felt a hard pressure against my crotch. I bit his neck hard as my fingers threaded into his locks.

"Do it now…" I shifted my hips against his member, in that moment we weren't making love, it was sex. Just sex. And I didn't care, I wanted it to be that way, I just wanted the carnal pleasure that he was giving me.

He simply positioned himself over my entrance and thrust into me with the force that was so characteristic of him. I moaned with intensity as I saw him hovering me over his length, trying to adjust me to his size, looking straight into his eyes. His gray eyes were so darkened that I could barely see their original color, I was completely sure that my mine looked exactly the same. He pulled out almost all the way without separating his eyes from mine as he thrust in again, this time even harder, making my back bruise against the rough tree trunk.

"Gale!" His name slipped out of my mouth mixed in with a cry of pleasure while his powerful muscles contracted due to the aggressive movements he was making against my hips.

My moans then turned into authentic cries that flooded the entire forest, silencing the birds. Right then and there it was only me and him, he possessed me with brusqueness, it wasn't sweet, and it wasn't attentive. It was just sex, rough sex. And I loved it. I didn't want it to stop. I bit his neck so that I could drown my screams while the fire in my belly grew and began to expand, it wouldn't be long before I exploded. I moved my own hips, making the electric discharges concentrate right in that spot where our bodies united.

I squeezed my eyes shut the moment I started to notice that I was exploding. But it didn't happen, I opened my eyes and I was tossed over the bed, my bed. I looked around, disoriented, panting and bathing in sweat and what was worse was that my sex pounded in a completely embarrassing manner. I tried to slip out of bed nervously, but just then I noticed Peeta's arm around my waist, his arm wrapping me in a sweet and protective manner. The stinging in my eyes produced incipient tears that didn't take long to come. I bit my lip to hold them back, but it was useless. An elusive tear rolled down my pillow, soon followed by a couple more. I didn't understand…

It had all been a dream. A stupid and disgusting dream. A dream in which Gale and I had sex. And in my dream, I liked it. I liked it a lot. Completely disgusting. Never, never had I ever thought about being in that situation with Gale, in fact, it wasn't until I had started to like Peeta's touches that I had even started to think about intimate contact, I had never even dreamt about kissing until Peeta and I had started doing it.

And now I was dreaming about Gale, Gale and I together… together but without love. I had been conscious of the fact during my dream. Even though I had enjoyed his kisses and touches and they ignited my fire, I didn't feel that adoration towards his body like I did when I was with Peeta in reality. I hadn't felt anything special when I had heard him moan, while hearing Peeta moan made shiver from head to toe, his hoarse voice murmuring my name, or simply a sigh thanks to one of my touches; all of these filled my heart. But in the dream, I had felt nothing, emotionally speaking.

But the arousal was another thing that I needed to take into account, and it was something I couldn't deny. The junction between my legs proved what he had provoked in me during the dream. And I hated it. Now I hated myself. I had betrayed myself, and what was worse, I had betrayed Peeta's love. What if I didn't love him the way I was supposed to, after all? He didn't deserve someone by his side who dreamt about another man … he didn't deserve it… but… I needed him to stay alive… Peeta was my life.

I turned slowly to my side and looked at him face to face. He was devastatingly handsome when he was asleep. A rebellious lock fell over his forehead, which was completely relaxed, his blonde eyelashes seemed even longer, and his mouth drew a slight smile, a sign that he was having a tranquil dream. I smiled against the immense yearning that I had to kiss him. But I held back so as not to awake him. I wasn't sure if I could face his blue eyes after having that atrocious dream.

An hour could have passed when my stomach began to protest for food. In all of that time, my eyes had not stopped roaming over every single inch of Peeta's face. Although, to be honest, my eyes kept stopping over Peeta's lips more and more often. They weren't particularly thick, or particularly flushed, but they had a masculine, strong air about them that demanded to be kissed constantly. And they were also soft, too soft against my skin. I had to shake my head to stop thinking about his lips running down the skin on my body.

I gently removed his arm and got out of bed carefully. As soon as I stood up, I groaned. Soreness. If yesterday's had been painful, today's was frightening. My thighs burned, especially their interior. And my hips were no better. They hurt. It was obviously a bearable pain, but they hurt due to the new movements I had taken up on, even though I would go through that pain a million more times to feel the way I had felt when I was with Peeta. Now more than ever, Peeta was MY Peeta.

I tiptoed out of the room and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and as soon as it was at the right temperature, I removed my clothes and slipped beneath the hot stream of water. The water burned against my skin to the point that it slightly scalded me, leaving my skin completely red. But I needed this. I needed the hot water to relax my muscles and clear my ideas. Or rather, purge them. I needed to understand why I had that stupid dream. And then I remembered. I couldn't help it, and I punched the shower wall. I would see him today. I had heard Haymitch mention it. I would see Gale today. He would be here, in District 12.

I wasn't ready to face him. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want him to see me weakened and falling apart in front of him. But I didn't want to ignore him and run away either. My intention was to not go to that damn party. But I wasn't stupid, I knew perfectly well that Gale would come looking for me. It was that irrational. I had to think of something and I had to think of it now. For my mental wellness.

Thanks to the water that ran down my face, it took me a while to notice the tears that were running down my face. And I didn't notice until I was having difficulty breathing because of my sobbing. I cursed myself. I cursed myself and the rest of the world. The shower tiles received one punch after another. After the third, blood spurted from my knuckles. But it wasn't until the sixth that I stopped to get out of the shower and the bathroom without even bothering to turn off the faucet, coming out dripping wet until I was wrapped around Peeta, who was still sleeping.

I noticed how he jumped up against my arm, but a few seconds later his arms wrapped around me and stroked my wet hair. He lulled me as if I were a lost child. His hand travelled over my damp back.

"Is everything all right, Katniss?"

"No… no, it's not… nothing's all right…"

A/N- Well, well, what dreams Katniss has! Will she tell Peeta about her dream? What will she do to forget about it? We still don't know if she will go to the party, and it's in a few hours! Some of your fears that she was with Gale came halfway true, and yes Haymitch seems to keep interrupting them on purpose. Will there be a third time? Knowing him… Anyway, thanks for reviewing!

T/N- I recently made an AO3 account, and I've uploaded this there along with all of my other fics, and there's a direct link from there to the original story. The details should be on my page. Also, may I just say that it took some extra inspiration to translate the Galeniss sex? Hot damn. I had to listen to the "Candy Shop" cover by the Dan Band because that's my go-to smut song. And then I went back to my usual Everlark playlist, haha! Damn you, Katniss.

Teaser:

His kisses didn't stop at my torso and instead continued down towards my navel. He kissed my stomach and around my bellybutton, passing his tongue over it, leaving a pleasurable trace of saliva as he then blew on it, making a shiver run through my body. By then the pounding in my crotch had become so intense that I was wishing that his fingers would touch it. But they didn't; his lips went down to my sex as he kissed the zone over my folds.

Fire Kisses!