A/N - I don't own anything, just the idea of combining two interesting characters.

KPOV

Christian's body is hot on mine. I almost feel like I'm suffocating underneath him, so I raise one of my legs, making the air hit on me once again. I turn my head to breathe and wonder if this is normal for even him; to have sex so many times in one day.

As he's kissing my neck, I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight to me. He stops what he's doing and pulls back to look at me. His voice is deep when he asks, "Are you okay?"

I nod, but he can tell there's more and touches his forehead to mine. "It's okay to tell me, you know."

I take a heavy breath and push it out slowly. "Can you just hold me?"

He looks in my eyes like he's searching for something and then rolls over, pulling me to his side. I instantly rest my hand on his chest and make indistinct patterns on it. I touch one of his white circled scars. "What's this from? Were you sick when you were little?"

This time it's him who takes the deep breath while his hand is playing with my braid. "I wondered if you would ask."

"I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me." I let him know, going back to rubbing his chest.

"No, it's fine. It's just not a nice story." He warns me, moving to his side. I do the same so we're looking into each other's smoky orbs and he entwines our fingers. "Not everyone gets burned by mutt fires, Sweetie."

It's the first time he's used any kind of nickname for me. But most importantly, he's telling me someone burned him too. Crap! What horror story does he have to tell me? I look at him, knowing my eyes are wide with the fear of the story itself. Who would hurt such a beautiful man? One is seems very generous and may be cold on first meeting him, but turns out is a sweet man.

He looks down at me, then my waist, where there's a scar showing. He traces it. "You got yours from trying to save your sister, which is honorable, to say the least. I wasn't so lucky. No one loved me like that until I was about four years old."

"Didn't you have your parents? Don't all parents love their children?" I ask stupidly. I've known kids who got beaten by their parents; Peeta included, but mine where so great and loving.

He starts slowly, still tracing my side. "I had a mother who was pretty much useless and she let her ….shall we say, supplier? Yes, that's the right word; she let her supplier use me as an ashtray."

I feel my mouth open, I want to scream. How could any mother pay so little attention? Then again, mine was practically comatose after my father died. I don't say anything though, I want him to continue and snap my mouth shut.

"It took me years to tell anyone about that. My adoptive parents knew but only because it was my adoptive mother who took care of me in the hospital after my own mother died. Actually, it took me years to call her my mother, I always referred to her as the morphling." He says, his eyes are cold with bad memories and I put my hand over his heart, still not saying anything. "I know you were in the Quarter Quell with two of them no less, so you know how out of it they usually were."

I nod, "Yeah, it was sad really. But she died saving Peeta, so I can't hold too much against them. They kept playing with the camouflage paints during training like they were children."

"That's right; she jumped in front of that monkey from hell." He says, shivering with the memory of watching it on a big screen I'm sure. He has no idea how much worse it was being next to the damn thing. "Anyway, she died when I was four, overdosed on her own fix. That's how I met my adoptive parents."

"You were in a District home? You're not from here?" I ask, wondering where he could have come from and how did he do so well for himself.

"No, I'm actually from District 12. But being that I'm so much older than you, you would have never known."

This changes things a bit and makes sense as to why he has grey eyes like mine. I've never known anyone to leave District 12 unless it was to be a part of the Games. "How? Nobody ever left except for the Games."

He nods, acknowledging this. "Well, my parents are from here. My mother used to go to different districts, offering help to those that needed it. She tried to keep doing that, but after they adopted my sister, she decided to stay closer by."

"You have a sister?" I ask, sitting up, curious now about his family.

He smiles up at me and rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "Yes, a younger sister who is obnoxious most of the time and an older brother who means well, but can be annoying too."

"Were you all adopted? Do you look alike at all?" I like that he is sharing this with me, since he already knows about my family.

Shaking his head, "No, we're all from different districts. Like I said, my mother liked to help out. My father was busy enough here with his regular patients, but when mother found a new child that she fell in love with, he would travel to wherever she was and they would come home with a new kid. At least, that's how I like to think of it. I guess if it were really true, they would have had dozens of children."

I laugh, trying to picture a family purposefully having so many mouths to feed, but then remember that his parents are rich.

"I consider my real mother to be the one who raised me to be who I am, outside of this room of course." He says, all serious again.

"Of course," I agree, the words just slipping out. So, I keep going with it. "So, then who taught you about this?"

"An older woman. She was acquaintances with my mother, but when she found out we had had an affair, she told her she never wanted to see her again. I was much younger when I was involved with her." He tells me, putting his hands underneath his head, his biceps bulging.

I look at him; I want to see how open he'll be, though he hasn't shied away from anything yet. "How much younger?"

He smirks and answers, "I was only fifteen. Causing trouble at school, not caring about how much my parents could offer me. I was a bad kid, until she took me underneath her wing."

"Huh." I don't think I want to hear anymore. What adult does that? Oh, wait, I know of at least one who would take advantage of starving girls. The thought makes me tremble and slightly sickened. "Why would any adult do that to someone so young, unless they are trying to assume power over them?"

Christian just gives me a look that says, 'exactly' without saying the words.

"Oh. Eww. There was only one man I knew who ever did that and he really was in charge, kind of. He was the head peacekeeper in District 12." I start telling him. "I thought about going to him when we were starving, I was only twelve."

"He paid girls to have sex with him?" Christian leans up on his elbow.

I nod; it's not something I was proud of to have even come across my mind. "We were hungry, it would have been a last resort and he paid better if you were a virgin. I didn't want my sister to die just because my mother couldn't get herself going after our father died. Didn't make much of a difference anyway. Even volunteering for her didn't save my sister in the end."

I know my voice has dropped, with both anger and sadness filling me up. Christian sits up in all his naked glory and pulls me to him so that my head rests against his chest. He doesn't say anything, no empty promises of everything is going to be okay or you'll be fine like almost everyone else tried to pass on to me. He knows more now than just what those stupid videos had on me. He knows that I have lost everyone I ever loved, including the child I wasn't ready for. I just kind of lay against him, not wanting to move, basking in his warmth now.

"I'm not going to lie, but I always wondered how you were after your sister's death. I mean, the killing of President Coin, was that because of your sister?" He asks softly, his hand loosening my braid and combing my hair out with his fingers.

I shrug and move my hand up his arm, just feeling his muscles, making circles again with my fingers. "I guess so. Snow had told me that it wasn't his plan to kill all those children. He never wanted to kill any child from the Capitol, they were the future. To send in those bombs were Coin's idea and sending in medics after them….actually the whole thing was devised from a plan of someone I knew."

His hand stops in my hair. "What?"

"The guy who actually came up with the plan, it was meant for a form of hunting and he used it against people, people who wouldn't know any better. I….he was my best friend for a long time before that." I tell Christian. I haven't spoken of Gale in forever and it still hurts to know that it was ultimately his idea that killed my sister.

"Where is he now?" He asks me, his fingers back in my hair. It's comforting and making me sleepy too.

"Last I had heard he was still in District 2 with a good job, a wife, and a baby on the way." It stings that Gale got to have everything I couldn't keep. I may never have wanted to have children, but it was Peeta's child and nothing would have been sweeter.

I feel Christian nod his head. "Should we leave this room?"

I nod against him and pull myself away from him. That's when I feel the tears that must have fallen during my trip down the memory abyss. I start to wipe them from my face when Christian's fingers take hold of mine and he wipes them away instead. "I didn't mean to make you feel sad."

I shrug again, "It happens. More than I'd like it to. Is it the same for you? Having lost someone you love?"

The look on his face seems even sadder than mine. Maybe it's just because I can see the pain on his face. "I'm sorry…"

"No, no, you're fine. You told me about your sister and that's a love I understand. I even understand the love you had for your husband, I think. Though you two knew each other most all of your lives, right?" I wonder if he's twisting it back to me to avoid answering the question. I'll go along with it though, he may surprise me.

"Technically, yes. But I never paid any real attention to him until the day he saved me. I'm sure you heard the story, the one about him throwing me burnt bread, having burned it on purpose when he saw me out in the rain?" I start. I have yet to meet anyone who hasn't heard the story. He nods and I go on with the rest, the part that most don't really know about. "But I didn't fall in love with him until much later. I knew on the beach in the Quarter Quell that I would never be able to go on without him. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Though I guess I had the same feeling in the …."

"In the cave, right?" Christian seems excited to have guessed this and I give him a small smile.

"Yes, in the cave. Not at first of course, I was too busy trying to keep him alive. But there was one kiss, just one kiss and I felt things I had never felt before. Peeta told me later that he knew he would get to me at some point." I smile at that memory. Peeta, so proud of himself for finally winning me over heart and soul. There was nothing I wouldn't have done for him and he knew it.

"It's amazing how one kiss can change everything, isn't it?" He says reflectively. He can't be talking about me, right? He said his wife was different from all the other women he had been with. "Ana was like that, changed my entire outlook on life really. I had never wanted a serious relationship, let alone a wife and the possibility of children. I knew I could provide for those less fortunate with how well I have managed my business, but to have it for myself, no, I didn't think it would happen."

I look at him, his eyes a light grey, happy, recalling the moment when his life changed. "So, one kiss, that's what had you?"

He smiles a big smile, "Not exactly. Ana was very…defiant. Somehow that made me like her all the more. She had a spirit, kind of like you, but different. She didn't have to learn how to hunt to feed her family never got reaped and fight for her life. She was strong though."

"Was she pretty?" I don't know why I ask, I can't imagine Christian with anyone who isn't absolutely stunning.

"Very much so. Dark hair, the bluest eyes you can imagine." He shakes his head, as if trying to shake out her memory. She had blue eyes, like my Peeta, but her hair was dark like mine. It had to be a nice combination. He takes a deep breath. "She was everything and just came into my life one day and I fell in love for the first time."

I nod; I remember that feeling well, only my love for Peeta grew gradually. "Did you tell her everything too?"

"Yes, I did. Not quite as quickly as I told you, but I did. She never pushed me, but she needed to know in order to understand why I was the way I was, am." He corrects himself. Yet, I wonder how different he is since he had met her.

I nod; I hope he doesn't think I'm pushing him to tell me any of this. Though he may feel he has to since I told him some of my story. I lean over and kiss him quickly on the lips. "I like the way you are."