Hey guys! So I've been having some trouble on deciding where I should start up the story again and how it should be progressing. Again, sorry, will will probably be way more than a few typos, I am currently writing my story on an iPod. I try to fix many mistakes, and I usually will replace a chapter, depending just on how many typos there were. Thanks again! Leave some reviews please :) i love to read them and they help so muchhh! Enjoy :)))))
Katniss POV:
I wake up warm, wrapped in Peeta's arms. We are cuddled with blankets and each other. My hand and my left cheek take a place on Peeta's bare chest, which is so warm. Peeta is sleeping, breathing through his nose. His arms are wrapped around my waist and my back. We are in my bed, how did that happen? Last I remember is crying myself to sleep in Peeta's arms. He had asked me some questions about our history together, with the game 'real or not real.' I'm positive Peeta wasn't trying to hurt me, maybe just wanted some input on what happened between us in the past. He must have just held me for a while, eventually gave in, and carried me upstairs. Like he always does. I'm surprised he didn't just cover me with a blanket and go back to his house. Maybe he didn't want to be alone, or maybe he just didn't want to leave me. I feel so bad. He must feel terrible and think he has done something horrible to me. He didn't. That's just how much I really love Peeta Mellark.
I hear Peeta breath through his nose and a moan escapes his lips. A few moments later, Peeta's eyes flutter open.
"Good morning." He manages to get out before he yawns.
"Good morning. How'd you sleep?" I ask with a smile.
"No nightmares. You?" He asks.
"No nightmares." I confirm. I never have nightmares when I'm safe in Peeta's arms. He always seems to ward off all the nightmares.
He smiles and starts to play with my hair. It feels good on my back, I am wearing a tank top and my back is exposed. Even though my hair is a mess, the end of my braid feels good on my back. Peeta doesn't even seem to mind my morning hair. After playing with my braid for a little while, he starts to slowly take apart my braid. Hopefully Peeta knows how to braid, because I won't be moving from my position that I am in anytime soon. Once it is just my loose hair, he starts to intertwine his fingers with small strands of my hair. They each fall to my bare back, and once Peeta is satisfied with playing with my hair, he pulls it back and starts to make a new braid, less messy.
"Your hair is really soft, Katniss." He compliments me.
"It's not even that soft." I laugh. "I don't care if you play with my hair, as long as you can keep your arms wrapped around me." I say.
Peeta laughs at my response. With that, he wraps his arms tighter around my body and pulls me closer to his chest. He smells like cinoman and sugar, I wonder why. Peeta sighs from satisfaction, and breathes in my collarbone.
"Katniss, can I ask you something?" Peeta says cautiously.
"Peeta, you can ask me anything." I assure him. I wonder if he will question the day before this. When he kissed me. Twice. Did it mean anything to him? Does he regret it? I don't know, I better not mention it until Peeta feels comfortable to.
He hesitates before answering. He stops himself and clears his thoughts.
"Are you cold? I'm freezing." He covers himself.
No, that will not do it. He wasn't going to ask a dumb question like that, there must be something else. I look at him, showing him I don't believe that's what he was thinking. He plays it off, as if that was what he was actually going to ask me. I decide I can't pressure him into it now, I can arrange day plans with him later. So, I shrug and tell him I feel fine. He looks at me again.
"What about some breakfast? Pancakes, bacon, sausage?" He asks.
"Just a few more minutes." I beg to him.
Peeta chuckles and rips the covers off of both of our bodies with one hand. I curl up to him and shiver.
"Peeta, you just said you were cold." I object.
"Yes I did Katniss, but it's time for breakfast." He demands playfully. He pulls apart from me and hops off of the bed.
"Peeta please come back over here, for a few minutes. Then I will get up. I promise." I plead.
Peeta looks at me and to the stairway that leads to the kitchen. I guess you could say we can agree to disagree when he lifts me from my spot on the couch and carries me downstairs. He has been carrying me a lot lately. Luckily, he still has some body heat, and I enjoy that for the few moments I have left. He tries to set me down in a chair in the dining room, but I cling to his body. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, making it impossible for him to do anything but let me hang on him. Peeta eventually gives up and carries me back to bed, climbing in with me. He opens his arms wide, allowing me to cuddle up to him. I accept the offer, and let him wrap his arms around me.
"Well you're a piece of work aren't you?" He chuckles.
I remember him saying something similar to me after his rescue. I nod with a smile on my face. Content.
"Fine. But you're making breakfast." He demands.
I laugh. This gives me a perfect opportunity to arrange day plans with Peeta, and find out what he really wanted to ask me. Maybe even talk to him about us. But for right now, I get to fall asleep once again in Peeta's warm, safe arms.
Thought I'd give you guys a random, fluffy chapter between katniss and Peeta :) this chapter was really short, but it didn't really have anything to do with the story's plot and i figured I could just write a cute scene for the two :) leave some reviews on what you think katniss and Peeta should do for the day, or how that chapter should end! Thanks :) goodmorning! It's 12:00 am