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Katniss

Peeta and I haven't spoken so much as one word to one another since the fight. I wonder if I've pushed him off the edge for good this time. After we both calmed down Peeta stormed out of the house and across the street to visit our old friend Haymitch. Whenever things got too heavy between the two of us Peeta would often spend hours with Haymitch deep in conversation. I didn't bother going after him. I knew it would be a lost cause.

Upstairs I examined my face in the mirror. Peeta really didn't know his own strength. He left physical scars on my face from where he tightly held my jaw. They weren't too bad and I knew they'd go away eventually but my eyes still filled with tears at the sight. My Peeta would never do a thing like this to me. I missed him a great deal. The way he used to smell of warm bread and honey, the way his soft hands would caress my face at night before bed, the way those ocean blue eyes stared deeply into my own, but most of all the way he used to kiss me.

Peeta and I haven't really enjoyed the pleasure of being intimate for many years now. The last time I remember him wanting me was about five years ago.

Peeta was up late one night working on a single cupcake. It was the first time I'd seen him bake a delectable treat such at this in a long time and I knew it must have been for a special occasion. My first thought was our anniversary. Peeta and I haven't really celebrated it so I wondered why he would pick now to start. I watched him hunched over the small cake as he diligently worked. His tongue was creeping out from the edge of his mouth, his trademark when focusing, and I laughed at the adorable sight.

I slowly and quietly crept up behind him and began planting small kisses on the back of his neck. This caused him to sit upright and his eyes met my gaze. I could tell he was a little taken aback by my advances. I wanted him. Badly.

I straddled myself across his lap and began kissing his neck, trying my best to remember where his most sensitive spots were. It's been such a long time since we've done this. Peeta let out a moan every time I located the correct spot and this encouraged me to go even further. I grabbed his face with both my hands and I kissed him full on. I could feel his body growing weak beneath me. He rubbed both his hands up my back and dug his nails into my skin, clearly wanting more. I began to unbuckle his belt but he stopped me.

"Wait a minute Katniss. I don't want Rue to hear us," he said.

I was so hot for my boy with the bread that I didn't want to ruin the moment by going off on him about how there was no Rue. Instead I offered another idea.

"Okay," I whispered into his ear, nibbling at it as I spoke, "How about we take this upstairs then?"

Without another word Peeta scooped me up in his toned arms and carried me upstairs. He dropped me on top of the bed and climbed on top of me.

He started with my neck first, kissing me passionately, sometimes biting. I loved it when he bit me. When he couldn't stand it any longer he took off my top, leaving my bare chest exposed. I loved it. He cupped my breasts in his hands as he kissed all the way down to my belly button. When he came back up he whispered into my ear "I love you Katniss."

That alone caused the stirrings inside of me to grow even stronger. I tugged on his pants, indicating that I wanted him to take them off. Once he removed his own pants he straddled my waist and pulled down my panties.

That night I took him all in. I didn't think about the medication, the hallucinations, the depression, or the pain. There was only me, the girl on fire, making love to the boy with the bread. He felt so good inside of me and I never wanted it to end. The next morning I awoke before him and I stared at him for a long time. He was snoring, obviously exhausted from the night before. He was tangled into the covers and some of his manhood was exposed. I blushed at the sight of it. The way the sunlight washed over him as he slept cast an angelic glow over his body and I wanted to remember him like this forever. I knew that when he woke up things would go back to normal. He'd start nagging me about Rue or he'd close himself off in another room altogether. I knew what I had to do.

I went into the medicine cabinet and found the prescription that Dr. Aurelis had given me just the day before. They were prescribed to me because of the severe headaches and insomnia I had been suffering from in recent years. I figured that if they worked for me then surely they would work for Peeta as well. I know Peeta can be stubborn when it comes to things like this so I lied to him. I did feel guilty at first but in the bigger scheme of things I decided my decision was for the best. I told him that the prescription was actually for him. He turned down the idea immediately and that's when I began to weep. I knew Peeta hated to see me cry and just like I knew he would he promised to take the medication.

When Peeta finally roused from his slumber I was standing above him with a glass of water in one hand and a small white pill in the other.

It was time to put my plan into action.