I woke up the next morning completely alone. Had Peeta seriously left me? All alone? Before I had the chance to get mad,his bathroom door opened and I pretended to be asleep. He walked over to the side of the bad and kissed my cheek.
"Kat,I know you're awake. Sorry I wasn't here when you got up-I thought I'd have enough time to shower before you woke up."
He run his hand up and down my arm and I rolled over so I was looking at him. He leaned down and kissed me again. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. He still hadn't gotten dressed,and the encounter we had had 2 nights ago didn't seem to enter his mind. In his mind,it was just me and him.
To the both of us,we might as well been in our bed,back home,in the Victor's Village,in District 12. Instead of in the Capitol,probably about to die slow and painful deaths. Peeta swung his leg across my body so he was straddling me,without either of us coming up for air.
After a few seconds he moved to whisper in my ear- "So,you wanna finish up where we left off the other night,honey?" He asked,sliding his hand up my shirt. I put my hand of his face and moved his head to kiss him again,sliding the towel he had around his waist off and started slowly working his member .
"I'll take that as a yes..." he groaned,working my shirt over my head,and immediately after,my pants. Wasting no time pushing himself inside me.
This time I kept as quiet as possible,replacing screaming Peeta's name with biting his lip,as gently as I could,but still pretty hard. It drove him crazy,though. I know because he thrust into me harder and faster every time I bit his lip.
As usual,we climaxed simultaneously. Peeta threw his head back and then collapsed in a heap on top of me,before rolling off next to me and gently placing his hand on my stomach,reminding me that I'm pregnant,and making the moment slightly awkward. We just lay there,gazing into each others eyes and smiling,until my expression suddenly changed to worry and looked downward.
"What's wrong,Kat?" He asked,with a hint of worry in his voice.
"I just realized that might have been the last time we do that..." I trailed off,and Peeta cupped my face in his hand and softly kissed my lips.
"Maybe not. We just have faith that someone is going to get us out of there." A small smile crossed his face. "Maybe we could do it in the arena. The sponsors would eat that up!" He mimicked Haymitch's slightly drunken voice perfectly,and I couldn't help but laugh right along with him.
My eyes flitted to the door and back.
"Common,Haymitch. We'd better get dressed before Effie catches us again!" We both scrambled out of the bed and started throwing our clothes on. Just as I buttoned my pants,I got hit with another wave of severe nausea.
Glad I didn't have my shirt on yet,because the small amount of food I managed last night came right back up on the floor before I got the chance to get to the bathroom. Peeta jumped and ran over,grabbing the trashcan,and held my hair back. After we were both sure I was finished,he half lead,half carried me to the bathroom and cleaned me up. After that,he walked me out to the couch and let me lie down,and then he went running out to the table,grabbing a few rolls and a cup of hot chocolate for himself and some tea for me,as well as the trashcan and was back at my side.
Haymitch must have been worried by Peeta's rush,he came out to check on us.
"You feeling alright,sweetheart?" He asked,leaning over the back of the couch and pressing his wrist to my forehead.
"No better that usual..." I mumbled.
"She throw up again?" He asked Peeta.
"Yeah..." Peeta sighed,and looked at me as if asking for my approval of the next thing he told Haymitch. "...All over the bedroom floor."
Haymitch sighed. "Looks like I'd better do my best to keep a steady supply of anti-nausea medicine on you two in the games,or else,I can't see either of you surviving very long."
He leaned over and smoothed my hair,looking at me like I was utterly helpless. "I'm sorry,Katniss. This can't be easy on you,sweetheart."
Peeta reached into his pocket to get the medicine he had at all times and offered one to me. I took it quickly,and prayed to myself that it kicked in quickly. I looked myself over,noticing that I had even started to look pregnant. My stomach slightly rounder than it had been before. This would either keep me alive or kill me. Some tributes could see me as an easy target and pick me off in the bloodbath, or they would just hope something else killed me before they were forced too. I didn't want to have to think about this. But I didn't get the chance to say anything,because Haymitch beat me to it.
"I promise I will get you out of there. All of you. Alive. If I don't..." He slowly lifted his head to look at us. "I've failed as your mentor."
"Haymitch. Wait." Peeta and I both said,trying to call him back. But he had already left the room.