"I'm sorry," I tell him, barely getting the words out. I'm sorry because I did this to him. Because I would do anything to change this. "You'll come back," I verify against his chest, my voice fragile. "Promise me you'll come back," I demand. Peeta stares at me for a second, the hopelessness still tattooed across his features. "I'll try," he says. Catching Fire AU

The effect it has on him is nothing short of satisfying. But wrong, so, so wrong, and different and not me. It's the hunger. The side of me that I didn't think would be. That wants things like this; nakedness, beds, Peeta. And so it's not really me, who reaches out and grasps his wrist when he makes to stand and leave, it's the want. The fire begging for more fuel. *Rewritten*