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Peeta's POV

It was late afternoon when I finally woke up. Katniss was lying beside me still, completely naked and shivering a little. I pulled the thin blanket of her old bed up over her shoulders and tucked her in gently. She moved a little big and let out a tiny whimper as I pulled me arms out from under her head. She rolled onto her stomach and stretched out. I didn't want to wake her from her oh so peaceful slumber but I had to get up and walk around before I lost all feeling in my good leg. I started to get out of her bed and the mattress let out and offensive creak. I looked back at her and she had woken up and was looking up at me.

"So it wasn't a dream." She said as she eyed my naked body.

"No, it wasn't." I replied back and stood up. I rubbed my right leg until I had feeling back in it and then once I did I paced around her room for a few minutes.

She suddenly sits up in the bed, pulling the blanket around her. "Peeta, whets wrong?"

"Oh nothing love, my leg fell asleep." I reply as I make another circle around the small space in her bedroom.

"oh." She sighs contently as she falls back onto o the bed. "Come back to bed."

"I'd love to baby, but don't you think we should get our haul back home before it all goes bad? We've got all night for sleeping."

"What if I don't want to sleep tonight?" she asks as she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. She struggled for a few seconds but finally threw the blanket off her and stood up, standing in all her naked glory confidently in front of me. I grabbed her and yanked her into my arms.

"We can do whatever you want, but later. Let's go back home, I'm starving." I released her bent over and grabbed her clothes and threw them at her. "Now get dressed before I'm forced to ravage you again."

She looks at the clothes for a second and drops her hand by her side, still beautifully naked, "what if I refuse?"

"Oh, Kat. I should never have to help you put on your clothes. I should only ever help you take them off."

"So you'll help me take them off later?" she asks, still standing naked in front of me. I'd already completely dressed and she was still standing there, looking very sexy in nothing at all.

"Each and every time you ask."

She seems satisfied with my answer because she drops onto the bed to pull her panties on and quickly dresses.

"Come on," she yells, grabbing my hand, "I'm starved."

I chuckle as she hands over half our haul, plus my bow and arrow and hunting knife. I place the bow and sheath of arrows over my shoulder and shove the knife in its sheath and buckle it to my right leg. I felt safer ever since the Games with some sort of weapon on me at all times. I knew Katniss did too because when I purchased the sheath for my knife, she requested one too. We stood side by side in our hunting clothes, almost identically dressed, except to be honest, she looked way better in the tight t-shirt than I ever could. I bet she thought the same about me.

She hands me the heavier bag, filled with a wild turkey, two squirrels and something she called an otter and she took the smaller one with edible plants and flowers we'd make dinner with tonight. A few minutes later we're walking through the square joking and laughing when I see someone running towards us out of the corner of my eye. Gale slams into me and we hit the ground hard, he's punching me right in the face and all I hear is Katniss screaming.

Gale's POV (just for a second, I want the jealousy to rage."

They've been MIA for several hours now, after she pulled him behind her old house I left, I didn't want to see anything. I couldn't see anything without wanting to kill him. He was touching my girl. She's MY GIRL.

Wait, there they are, they're laughing. I've never heard her laugh so openly before. She looks at him as if he just made her day, maybe even her whole week. I can't stand it. Before I knew what was happening I was throwing myself at that Peeta, punching him in the face. I can hear Katniss yelling at me to stop, yanking at my shoulder trying to pull me off this son of a bitch that's been touching my girl. Peeta shoves me off of him and jumped up, unsheathing the knife on his right leg and shoves katniss behind him.

"Leave us alone gale," peeta says as katniss clutches his arm, attempting to pull him away.

"No, she's mine." Peeta turns to glare at me. I had no idea he was so much bigger than me before. He stood at least a head taller than me, and his muscles seemed to rip out of his shirt. He must have grown.

"I belong to peeta, gale. Please leave us alone." Katniss yells at me, peeta lowers his weapon and allows Katniss to pull him away.

"You ok?" I hear him as her.

"Of course, are you ok?" she answers as he wraps an arm around her.

"Never better," he kisses her on the temple and pulls her close. They walk forward and peeta glances over his shoulder and glares at me.

Katniss' POV

MMMM. Peeta looked so hot, shoving gale off and jumping up so fast, ready for a fight. Yanking out his knife so fast that it made gale's head spin. The already wet spot in my panties suddenly got a lot wetter and I wanted to throw peeta down, right there in front of gale and fuck him until his eyes rolled back in his head. We're walking away now and he's hungry so I'll have to molest him later then, but for now. I can day dream right?

Peeta's POV

I can't believe she just claimed she belonged to me. I never ever thought she's even let me consider that she belonged to me but there she was, telling the guy that used to be her best friend that she belongs to me. She belongs to me. She belongs to me. That's right, she does belong to me.

I wrapped my arm tighter around her shoulders and pulled her into kiss her on the temple. I turned and see gale glaring at us and glare back. I really wanted to stick out my tongue in some sort of childish nanee nanee boo boo you can't get me sort of way but I controlled myself and held his gaze for a second. Then she tugged at me and we both continued walking toward my home in the Victors Village.

As soon as we walked through the door and I slammed it behind me katniss threw me against the door and kissed me feverishly. Her hands traveled all over my body kissing me until we were both breathless. She suddenly pulls away and yanks herself out of my grasp.

"Hungry?" I ask.

"YES!"

She grabbed my hand and slid her fingers through mine and led me into the kitchen. She quickly cleaned our kills while I heated up the skillet and poured oil in. she cut the meat we'd eat tonight into tiny bite size pieces and hands them off to me. She wraps up the rest of the meat and stores it at the bottom of the fridge. She stands at the sing and washes her hands, staring out the window as she does. She slowly cleans under each nail and scrubs between her fingers. I come up behind her and also wash my hands and once we're both done she turns to me. Smiles at me in the silliest way and pulls herself up onto the counter, sitting with her knees apart and pulls me between them.

"Yum it smells good." She remarks as I stand close to her, hands on either side of her, supporting myself as she almost pulls me off my feet.

"It does, I've always loved squirrel."

"Wow, you've eaten squirrel?" she asks.

"Sure, what you think my father never fed me?"

"No, that's not it; I just always pictured him crouching in a corner somewhere, eating the squirrels raw."

"No nothing like that I saw as the meat starts to sizzle, I pull away from her and tend to the meat.

Un-offended she jumps off the counter and goes to the fridge and pulls out some lettuce, and the bag of greens we picked on our hunt today. She makes a side of mashed potatoes and lastly makes a salad as I finish up the meat and we sit down to dinner. I was starved and obviously she was too because we eat in silence.

Later, after cleaning up the kitchen she demands to learn how to make bread. So we spend about 4 and half hours, from start to finish, making several loaves of bread. She did a fabulous job and while she was punching down the dough she looked strangely exhilarated. I guess I never thought that punching down dough could be so much fun.

"Now I finally understand how you can stay so calm all the time." She exclaims as she threw punch after punch into that poor, defenseless dough.

"You can yell at it if you want, it won't yell back." I say, sitting down at the table, watching as she looks p at me like I just had the best idea in the world. She comically turns back to the bread and hits it one more time before she lifts the entire bowl and starts yelling obscenities at it. She yells about how gale thinks she's his but she isn't, she's mine and she yells about what a pain in the ass he can be. She yells about how maybe if he had just told her something, anything things might be different. She yells that she's not sorry she fell in love with me. Then she suddenly stops.