Light warning for some ehe lovely lemons if you know what I'm sayin' I had someone spice it up a little because I'm a 15 year old c'mon I can't write that stuff ewwye- I haven't read the final product of the flashback of "last night" and I never will. I'm not really into writing- erm you know.. So I just wrote it delicately and had a friend help me out with it, thank you, Paige!

Too Late - Chapter II

Diving into

the ocean

–– M83

As the rest of the day progresses, we are soon hurried onto the train by none other than Effie Trinket, the one obsessed with time management and manner. The dinner table has been set, with my personal favorite food of the Capitol world.

Here's to another little thing that could cheer me up, just the little bit.

I settle on a seat beside Haymitch, opposite Peeta and Effie. The first bowl is passed down to me, and I don't hesitate to scoop the largest portion of stew I have ever had.

I take a mouthful of the beautiful casserole. The lamb must be cooked slowly and beautifully to be this good, and the plumbs are poached perfectly. I reach for the bread, tearing morsels off and dipping them into the residue. I'm not sure why I feel so hungry all of a sudden. I suppose I didn't eat enough today.

The avox serves me a glass of water, I thank her gently, all she does is nod her head. I continue to eat, there is light chatter over the table. I don't participate as normal. I yawn, suddenly feeling very drowsy.

"Hey, can I go sit over there? I feel very tired." I ask Haymitch.

"Go for it, you don't need to ask, sweetheart."

I get up and glance over to Peeta. He looks worried, but I shoot him a smile before turning around.

I lie down on the couch in the next room and bring my palm to my forehead. I feel very hot, and very tired. I'm not sure why I feel like this, but I soon drift into yet another dreamless sleep.

I hear shuffling of feet, someone is carrying me. I open my eyes to see Peeta, we're walking to my bedroom, I shut my eyes again, burrowing into his chest. The hallway lights are too bright for my sensitive eyes.

I'm set down on my bed, and I feel the covers being pulled over me. He's not beside me though.

I manage to open my eyes and say his name just before he exits the room. I ask him to stay.

He does.

We're lying together again, reunited. I allow myself to fall asleep again, relief spreading through my chest. I only fall asleep to one thought, the acts of last night play on, and on in my head.

I woke up, terrorized by yet another nightmare. His arms were there. They were always there.

I allowed myself to cry. Because after some time, I finally was able to. Other times I would wake up frozen, not knowing how to react. My screams, muffled to only a fraction of what I'm used to.

But I wouldn't know how to feel, I wouldn't know what to do. But he was there.

He was always there.

Something didn't feel right in the air. I needed more comfort. It wasn't enough, I still felt terrified, usually holding him until the sobs quieted down was enough.

It just... wasn't.

That's when I had kissed him on the neck, then everything seemed to have gone still, the rattling of the train was the only sound filling my ear drums. I pulled away, to look him in the eyes, although my vision failed me once again, since I couldn't see properly because of the tears that blurred my sight. I still leaned in, my lips still met his with great desire.

I was the one who initiated it.

I rolled over on my back and he hovered over me. We kissed, and we kissed, for who knows how long. A strange feeling pooled at the pit of my stomach.

Hunger. I had thought.

A moan had emitted out my mouth, I suddenly felt embarrassed, but instinctively, he responded to it.

And I felt it.

Hungrier, and hungrier the feeling in my stomach began to grow, it spread to every limb, through every vein, every pore of my body. I was shivering.

Not because it was cold.

My moans began to fill the air more frequently, Peeta's response to this grew more obvious every time I would whisper his name. I knew where this could lead to, and I wasn't willing to stop it. Not now.

My breaths became short, and so did his. His hands wavered around my waist, and I started squirming underneath him. I didn't feel satisfied, I wanted more than that.

I pulled away from him, looking into his eyes once more.

It was like diving into an ocean, if I were to go through with this, it would be a struggle to get out, especially if you cannot swim.

We went through with it.

His hands explored, they caressed, the feeling in my stomach overpowered me. Layers of clothing soon came off, one by one, soon enough neither of us were wearing a thing.

I thought it would satisfy the feeling, but it only made the feeling stronger.

My breaths were fast, I was gasping for air, I couldn't take it any longer, the feeling needed to be satisfied, whatever it was, it made me plead, it made me moan, it made me gasp, it made me shiver.

It made me want.

And then it happened, slowly, but simply.

He was there. Everything went still, I couldn't breathe, nor react. I didn't know whether the feeling had disbanded or grew, I just knew that there was no going back now.

I let my breath out, soon gasping for air. Peeta asked if I was alright, if I wanted to stop, if I was hurt.

Yes, I was alright, yes I was hurt.

But I didn't want to stop.

He moved slowly, cautiously. Whilst everything inside of me was screaming with sirens, I knew this wasn't right, but for some reason I wanted it, and I'm still fazed at the reason why.

My gasps and moans only drove him to go faster.

He was hesitant, frantic, whatever I was doing, I was doing it right.

I held onto him, my nails dug into his skin, in a way that must of been painful. But nevertheless...

It only drove him to go faster.

My breaths were erratic, the feeling took over, I was shaking with whatever was coming, I didn't know what it was. But it was there, and it was coming fast. I knew this was wrong, so very wrong. But I really didn't want to stop, not now at least.

Then it happened, and everything went still once more.

Everything slowed down, the feeling inside of me dimmed, it retracted to only a pinch of what it was, all I could hear was the heavy panting of us both.

We lay there, for what seemed like hours and hours. Until he finally laid down beside me. I didn't say anything. But there was guilt rising up my throat like bile. Wordlessly, I moved closer to him, keeping my eyes closed, I rested my head on his chest. His arms encircled me once again. My gasps turned to normal breaths, slower than normal.

I didn't dare to look at him, my bottom lip quivered with guilt. I soon fell into a dreamless sleep. Shrouded in lament our bodies clung to each other, as if we were in the cave once more.

Vulnerable.

[A/N] I hope you liked the ending, don't forget to leave a review- I'll be telling my friend how many people review on this chapter :) She really didn't want to be named on any social media~ but remember to thank her! -FLK (A)