Peeta looked over at Katniss. Her eyes were closed in sleep, and for once she looked peaceful.

Reaching over, he brushed away a strand of dark hair, revealing her cheekbones. Katniss lay curled in a ball, her breathing steady and soft, reminding Peeta of the smooth strokes of a paintbrush on fresh canvass.

But Katniss wasn't a fresh canvass. She was stained and dirty with the blood of many, including children. Not that Peeta was any better.

Sometimes he wondered what Katniss would be like if they hadn't gone to the arena together. Would they have ever talked?

It was doubtable, both of them were incredibly shy and refused to speak outside of their small circle of friends.

Peeta reached over and pulled Katniss' body closer to his. She was so weak, so vulnerable when she was sleeping.

He liked watching her sleep. It was like sitting next to a bed of coals, drawing from their heat, mesmerized by the way the coals shimmered.

Katniss sighed, and cuddled closer to him.

Peeta smiled fondly, stroking her hair with his hand. It was soft, thanks to the treatments done by the Capitol so many years ago.

The Capitol hadn't just changed her soul, they'd changed her body.

Peeta's other hand went to his chin, which would never grow a beard, thanks to the toxins injected into his skin by Portia and his styling crew. And of course, there was his leg, a grinding, mess of gears that slowed him down.

But technically that was Katniss' fault...

He smiled down at Katniss. The love he felt for her was enough. If he had to lose both legs in order to be with Katniss, it would be worth it.

Fire is power and Katniss was his empowerment.

He brushed aside another stray piece of hair from Katniss' face. "I love you." He muttered.

Katniss awoke, staring up at him, confusion written in her dark eyes. "Where are we?"

A sharp ache shot through Peeta. He knew the feeling of being confused, wondering what was true and false, what was right and wrong, who was good or bad.

"We're safe." He whispered, kissing her forehead.

Katniss grunted and burrowed deeper against him. "Peeta?"

"Yes, Katniss?" God, he loved her voice. He didn't think he'd ever love someone's voice as much as he loved Katniss'.

For him, her voice was power and strength, love and joy. He remembered Katniss yelling, "I volunteer as tribute!" even as her sister Prim screamed, her tears mixing with the dusty ground.

Ever since then, Katniss' words (at least when she'd been provoked enough) had been inspirational and shocking.

Being around her was always an adventure, but better an adventure with the one you love than peace and safety with enemies.

Besides, Peeta wasn't worried.

They were safe now. Snow had been defeated and they could live happily ever after, if that was even a thing.

He held Katniss close and snuggled down under the covers, the sound of Katniss' breath lulling him to sleep.

When he awoke, Katniss was gone.

Of course. Katniss could never keep still. She always had to be moving, running, climbing, anything.

He rolled out of bed and slipped downstairs, surprised to find a loaf of bread on the table.

Since when did Katniss cook?

He smiled a bit, remembering the time he'd tried to teach Katniss how to make bread.

The oven had exploded, because Katniss had thought it was acceptable to add lots of yeast, so that they didn't have to wait so long for the bread to rise.

Katniss, of course, had stubbornly refused to admit that she'd been wrong, and Peeta had laughed until his sides ached.

Yes, Katniss was an adventure, a novel that he didn't ever want to put down.

The door swung open, and Katniss breezed in, smelling of blood and flowers. An interesting combination, but it was a Katniss-like combination.

She flopped a rabbit down on the table and turned to see him. "Hey." She met his eyes for a few heart-wrenching seconds before letting her eyes fall.

Peeta grinned. Katniss was still shy, even after they'd been living together for so long.

"How'd you manage to make bread?" He asked, chuckling at Katniss' eyeroll.

"As if. I bought it."

"Why?" Peeta could make bread, Katniss didn't need to buy it.

Katniss looked at him. "To make you mad."

Peeta couldn't help it, he started laughing, which of course, made Katniss mad. He didn't mean to make her mad, he just... "Oh god I love you!" He pulled Katniss close, kissing her neck.

Katniss muttered softly, "Me too."

Peeta tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. "Say it." He loved hearing Katniss speak those three words. Katniss blushed. She wasn't good at formalities.

"I love you, you goose." She said. "Happy?"

Peeta kissed her nose. "Always."

Hehe was there plot? Absolutely not.

But if you came here for some Peeta/Katniss cute moments, well... I hope you had your fill, at least for now.

Also...

This is my first Hunger Games fanfiction, so props to me ahaha for finally daring to break into another fandom *sweats* (katniss and peeta are so OOC tho Collins really did a good job of writing memorable characters asfsdjkl)

Let me know what you thought!

-Addict