A/N - I'm back and ready for more! Kind of a short one, but have to get back into the grind of things (work, ugh!). Enjoy and as always, thank you Ms. Collins and Ms. James!

KPOV

It's been twice now that Christian has said something like Peeta. I know he can't know of them because those moments were never filmed but it's kind of spooky all the same. This has to be Peeta's way of telling me that I'm going to be fine with this man. This wonderful, charming, giving, handsome man. I think that instead of being afraid of the ghosts that surround me in District 12, I should start paying attention to them. I wonder if Christian ever has these moments. He had said he would see Ana everywhere, little bits of her. But is it the same?

Christian gives me a small peck on the forehead, bringing me out of my momentary gaze. In a soft voice, he asks, "Are you okay?"

I nod my head, "Yes. I was just thinking that this must be Peeta's way of telling me I'm in the right place with the right person."

His grey eyes widen and his mouth is slightly ajar. He shakes his bronze head, "I don't know what to say to that really."

I start to get up carefully from his lap, "Nothing to be said really. Just quietly accept it."

He nods his head again and once I'm standing, gets up quickly as well. "Sounds good. Are you hungry at all?"

"Famished actually. I burn through quite a lot with you." I tell him, poking him in the ribs as I walk past him to grab the duffle bag. I pull a pair of panties and a bra from it and head into the bathroom, where my dress was discarded. I hear him gather his clothes as I dress and standing in the doorway pulling his shirt on, Christian asks, "Do you want to get room service or go out?"

"I say out. I hear they have the best seafood here." I answer sarcastically as I pull my hair back and braid it swiftly.

Christian frowns, "Can't you leave your hair down? It's so pretty that way."

"Not if I'm going to be racing you back here, Honey." I remind him and shoot him my own devilish grin.

He laughs, a deep belly kind of laugh, and claps his hands together. "I almost forgot about that! Come on then, Katniss; let's indulge in some of District 4's finest."

I slip on light tennis shoes, can't run in sandals, and taking his hand, we go to the elevator. It doesn't go unnoticed by me that he chose to stay in sandals or that he's rubbing my knuckles with his thumb again.

He brings my hand to his lips when the elevator door closes, keeping them there for a few long seconds. Christian feels so warm and I move in closer to him. He smiles and let's go of my hand so that he can wrap his arm around my waist instead.

"If you had asked me a week ago what I thought I'd be doing with the Mockingjay, I can assure you this wouldn't have been it." He tells me.

I look up into his face, "Really? What would you be doing then?"

He leans his head down and whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my skin, "Let's just say clothes would not be needed at all?"

I playfully hit his shoulder, "Christian! Really!? Is that all I would have been? Just someone to have sex with?"

"Isn't that what you signed up for, love?" He reminds me, pinching my behind, his grin wide and bright.

I make a scoffing noise at him and try to turn my back on him as if I'm really disgusted but he just pulls me into his arms and gives me a deep kiss. When the elevator doors slide open, he pulls away and I'm left trying to catch my breath and not hit the button to go back upstairs.

Christian grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. I kind of stumble out, still totally affected by his kiss. I gather myself and stand up straighter, by his side in an instant. He looks down at me with a smirk and I punch his arm as hard as I can.

He grabs his 'wounded' arm and asks, "What the hell was that for?"

"Because I can." I say and then focus my attention forward as we walk outdoors again.

The sun has set, leaving a slight chill to the air and the night lit up by all the lights of the buildings around us. We walk to a restaurant that we had passed earlier. There aren't many people eating here, but it's been a pretty quiet day. I don't know if it's because people aren't traveling right now or it's just not a busy place.

The hostess, with her bright red hair smiles too wide once she spots Christian waiting to be seated. She comes up to her little podium, leaning over it, smashing her breasts together as she leans forward.

"Hello there! Just the two of you tonight?" She asks kind of loudly, wrinkling her nose a bit when she bothers to glance at me.

"Yes, please." I decide to answer before Christian can. The redhead nods and with a pout, shows us to a booth near the windows looking out to the ocean. She hands us the menu and gives Christian a different list.

He doesn't even look at it before he asks me, "Do you want me to order wine with dinner?"

I smile and nod, "Yes, go ahead and pick whatever you think will be best.

He looks at the hostess, "We'll just need our waiter then." She scowls, not a very nice look for her and walks away.

"Well, I hope she doesn't do anything to our food before we get it." I jokingly tell him. "Will you order for me too, I haven't had too much seafood before?"

"Okay, open to anything?" He asks glancing up from the menu in front of him as our waiter comes to the table.

"Good evening, sir, ma'am. Kayla told me you'd like to order a wine? Would you like to hear the specials for the night first?" He asks us. I look up at him and sure enough, it's the same freaking kid! How many of them are there?

"May I ask you something first?" I question, since Christian has now actually looked at him and looks spooked and mad at the same time. The waiter nods and I go on, "Just how many brothers do you have? And is your mother telling you all to keep an eye on us?"