I moan into his mouth, my fingers curled into his blonde hair as he presses his lips gently over mine, slipping in his tounge and probing the inside of my sensitive mouth. His strong arms support me and my legs are wrapped around his waist. He carries me to our bedroom and gently sets me on the bed as if I was a delicate porcelain doll. He climbs on top of me and starts kissing me again. I can feel my stomach jolt with excitement and the wetness between my thighs grows more heated with our kisses.
"I love you, Katniss, I always have." he whispers, as he kisses my neck. I instinctively moan and close my eyes, trying to still my hoarse breathing.
"I, I love you too, Peeta." I groan, as he starts kissing my collar bone, "I'm glad you're going to be my first." I can feel his smile on my skin and I know he loves that he's going to be my first.
"I hope I'm you're only." he whispers, bringing his mouth back up to mine. As he leans in see a horrible gleam in his eyes and see his razor sharp fangs before they sink into my skin. I cry out in terror and Rue shouts for me to watch out somewhere in the distance and,
I wake up.
Peeta bursts into my room, his hair slightly messy and beads of sweat dotting his light forehead. Tears roll off my cheeks and on to the silken sheets as I try to control my ragged breathing. I shudder as he wraps his arms around me.
"It's okay, Katniss, you're safe with me. No one's going to hurt you." he says soothingly into my ear, brushing a sweaty strand of dark hair off my forehead.
"Please sleep with me, Peeta,"I sniffle, "I keep having horrible nightmares." He looks wary because of the way I pretended to be in love with him during the Games. I don't really blame him for not trusting me.
My face must look horribly miserable because before I can beg him, he gives in and joins me under the covers. It's just like old time, his body feels comforting and I feel truly safe in his arms. He is the only one I trust.