A/N: This is for Katie cause she's sad. Maybe more chapters today, too. Cato starts.

"You look much better now," I say, referring to his skin healing. "Still...messy, but it's better." ~

"It's amazing isn't it?!" I exclaim, looking at myself. "It all happened so fast...I can't believe this kind of medicine exists!" ~

"Does it still hurt at all?" I start to move my arms around to see if they ache at all, which they still do to a tiny extent, but it's much better than before. I can feel my forehead throbbing in a reaction to the medicine. "It still aches for me a bit." ~

I haven't even tried moving at this point. I go to use my arms to push myself up, and it hurts like hell.. But my arms don't collapse underneath me. "It still really hurts..but I can move my own body again. I..bet I could walk on my own better, too." But I won't try, yet. Because I'm afraid to fall. ~

"Good...because I was thinking, after this is all over, whenever that may be...I wanted to teach you something." ~

"Huh?" I don't know whether to be excited or afraid of all of this. ~

"I was thinking that maybe, I don't know where I would be able to find one or if they already have them here, but..." I laugh a little bit to get it out of my system. "I want to teach you how to ride a bisickle." ~

I begin laughing harder than I have in a long while. "I'd like that. I'd really like that." I have yet to see one of these 'bicycles' or whatever, but I bet it's fun. "Are you sure I'm coordinated enough to ride one of these things?" ~

"Some of them have training wheels...though I haven't used those since I was five." I smile and climb on top of his bed. "You're coordinated enough for those." ~

I blush a little bit as I pull for him to come closer to me. "Ha-ha." I say sarcastically. "You're lucky you're hot, because you're kind of a jerk sometimes." ~

"You're lucky you're sexy, because you're kind of a wimp sometimes." ~

My face gets even redder. As far as I remember, I don't think he's ever called me sexy while on top of me. "Am not!" ~

"You are." I play-slap his red face and laugh. "And how are you still so nervous around me? Every time I say something to you, your face starts burning up like fire. Don't think I didn't see it all those times." ~

"I hoped you hadn't." I laugh. "That's a part of love. I'll always get a little nervous around you. You still give me butterflies in my stomach." ~

"And you still give me...certain feelings." I look down at a specific area, alluding to what feeling I get. ~

My face retains its red color as I laugh nervously and kiss his forehead. "I-I..know the feeling." ~

"I know that you know...you talk in your sleep sometimes. Not loudly, but...I hear things and notice weird things going on under the covers." I laugh. "I know you know the feeling. Trust me." ~

My first reaction is to shove my face into the pillow because I really don't want to know what it looks like. "Oh god." ~

"'Oh, Cato, love...stop teasing me!'" I mock him and laugh. "'There's more where that came from.' Seriously, Peeta, what the fuck?" ~

I can feel the heat on my face. "Stooooooop!" It isn't my fault. At all. We've started things that haven't been finished too many times for me to not think about it. "I'm sorry!" ~

"'Wait, no, stop! Let me get the vanilla ice cream first!' What was that one even about? What was the ice cream for?" ~

Why does he even sit and listen? For moments like this. That's why. Jerk. "Cato!" I whine, my face so hot it's painful. ~

I sigh. "Do you remember that I told you to never go into the drawer of my nightstand?" ~

"Maybe? I never had a reason to go into the drawer of your nightstand, so I didn't." I poke my head up at him. ~

"That's because I kept a notebook in there, where I wrote down every interesting thing you said in your sleep." ~

My eyes widen. "You didn't." ~

"It was a very extensive one, too. Just covering one month." I remember some of my favorites, but I don't think he wants me to tell him what they are. Some of them are so confusing, or so dirty that I have no idea how he comes up with it all. "Sometimes I'd wake up to go take a piss, and you were asleep, so when I came back to bed, I laid down and waited to fall back asleep...but you were so distracting." ~

"You're terrible." I whisper, giving him a hard look...Though I know I can't be taken seriously with the blush on my face. Him just repeating these things to me has brought the thoughts back into my mind, and now they're stuck. Damnit, Cato. Damn you. ~

"I'm terrible? Or I'm a bad boy?" I wink at him. Yes, Peeta, I know everything you say in your sleep, and I will use it against you. ~

Oh, no. No no no no no. I slam my head back into the pillow, turning myself onto my stomach. "I'm going with both." I say muffledly. ~

"Funny, that's what you said right after you said 'rear or mouth'. Dirty sleep mind, dirty real life mind." ~

"I-I didn't mean it that way!" In the dream, of course, I did. I definitely did. I can remember that one. But...But when I even remotely start thinking about it, I get very flustered and..yeah. I take a deep breath. ~

"I'm sorry for bringing all this up...I thought it was cute." I smile. "But I can keep going all night long if I feel it necessary. Remember that one?" ~

Of course I do. Damn. But I can't be blamed! I'm a sexually frustrated teenage guy with an extraordinarily sexy boyfriend. CAN'T BE HELPED. My heart is going a million miles a minute. "Y..Yeah." I admit. ~

"Dream-Peeta seems so aggressive and dominant." That is, if what he's saying is actually coming out of his mouth and not mine. "I can't imagine that in real life, honestly." ~

"Nope." I whimper. Honesty just sounds like the best plan right about now so I can try and focus on what he's saying as opposed to what I wish he were doing. ~

"'I'm going to ride you tonight like a rollercoaster.'" One of my personal favorites. "I didn't know you knew what rollercoasters were." ~

First of all, that was him. I didn't think I'd be saying the things he said in my dreams out loud. And second of all, I don't know what a rollercoaster is. But it ended pretty well, so I bet they're not so bad. "I don't. And that w..was you." ~

I was right. He's never heard of a rollercoaster until I brought it up one day. God, Peeta, you could've at least opened a textbook at school. Even I paid a little attention. "I didn't say that!" ~

"In the dream, you did." ~

Oh my god...first he says he's not sex-crazed at all, and now he's having millions of sexy dreams and actually verbalizing what I'm saying to him. Which means some of the things I wrote down were probably things I said to him. Well, dream-me. Fuck. "So uh...how do you think dream-Cato liked rollercoaster Peeta?" ~

So now he's curious? I didn't expect this. My voice is so shaky because it's so awkward for me to talk about these things out loud "I..I think he r-really liked it." At this point, I'm breathing really heavily. ~

"And how did Peeta like it?" I ask. "I mean, dream-you. I uh...already saw how real Peeta liked it." ~

Well, now that I'm being honest.. "Oh god, he loved it." I answer immediately. ~

"I'm sure he did. And you know what else? One night, you had a whole conversation with yourself. Well, not with yourself like how you have them now, but between me and you, I suppose." ~

I keep my face in its safe pillow hold. "D..did I?" It could be a million things. I try to go through my head to see if there's anything particularly...explicit, and there's a few. Let's hope this isn't that. ~

"It's one of my favorite dreams...whatever the hell it was." I laugh, then take in a deep breath before continuing. "I actually memorized it all, I reread it so much." ~

Well, I guess I'd find out. "Then I suppose you didn't disapprove." ~

"I approve of all dreams. I can recite this one for you, if you'd like." I nudge him in the side and wink seductively. Oh, Peeta. You dirty boy. ~

"I can't be responsible for anything that happens if you do." I warn him, peeking my head up for a moment, revealing my red face. ~

I look around the room to make sure no one is paying attention, then I quiet my voice down to a sexy whisper.

'No, Cato, I'm too tired.'

'But Peeta...you promised.'

'But I need to sleep. Maybe tomorrow, love.'

'I know you want me inside right this second.'

'Oh, oh, no, stop...I'm exhausted.'

'Well then, this should wake you right up.'

'Oh, oh! Faster...'

'If I went any faster, I'd probably break the sound barrier.'

'No, please...for me...harder.'

'Peeta, you better start doing more of the work, or I'll be a very unsatisfied boyfriend.'

"Need I go on, Peeta?" I laugh. "There's more, but...yeah." ~

Well, that was one of them. Definitely one of them. I pick head up a little to hold my head in my hand, and realize how sweaty I've gotten. And vaguely...uncomfortable. Cato. Damn. There was already something about hearing him say those things to me and not having it in a dream. Even if it wasn't in the actual context. "Y..yup. Definitely remember that one." I breathe out slowly. Why is it so warm? When did it get so warm in here? ~

"I'm excited for tonight. I'm always looking forward to hearing stuff like that." I move over to sit closer to him, and I brush his multicolored hair away from his eyes. "Although, on the train, it sounded like you were talking to yourself in your sleep. Like there were two of you." ~

"Huh...?" I don't know what that could be, but it's still warm here. Hot, really. ~

"The past week you've been talking to yourself, right? Well, that kinda infiltrated your dreams too." ~

"That can't be good." ~

"I'm sure it was good for me." I laugh. "There were two Peetas and one me. TWO. PEETA. MELLARKS. You know how in real life there's only one? In your sleep, I did it with TWO of you!" ~

"That sounds like some kind of kinky fantasy that you'd have." I manage to laugh a little. "I really wouldn't question it." ~

"You were arguing with yourself over who gets me." ~

"Well, either way, I do, so I win either way." ~

"I think I win either way." Except I don't win at all, because he's the one with the sexy dreams. Not me. Damn it. "I wish you were more assertive to use those dirty lines in real life. Then I'd get so turned on." ~

It's a bit late for that for me. "W..well, I've never really gotten the chance." I go to lay on my side by him, slightly..uncomfortable..down below. ~

"You do now. You have all the chances in the world." ~

"I...also didn't know how you'd react." ~

"The first few times, I was surprised...but I've grown accustomed to it." I laugh. "What did you think I meant when I said we had the best non-sleep? I actually meant you sleeping and me listening in on your kinky-ass conversations with yourself." ~

I take a deep breath. "I honestly thought you were b-sing that to bother your dad." I laugh a little, trying to breathe again. "I...thought you'd be freaked out, a little." ~

"Well, it was to bother him, but I'm being serious." I grab his hand. "And why would I be freaked out? It sounds like you're into all the good stuff!" ~

"W-well, I didn't know you were into that too! I don't know!" Now I'm getting visuals in my head. Damnit. That isn't helping my poor attempts at calming down. ~

Well, I like it very much." ~

"Well...hopefully, now that we're safe...we'll have time to put that into play?" I question tentatively. ~

"I...I don't know." Having all these sexy dreams confirmed changes everything. He seems like he'd be really into it now, when I'd just be casual about it. If he dreams about it all the time, it must be a really special moment for him, so I don't want to rush it. "Not tonight." ~

"Of course not!" I rush. I didn't mean that. "I mean..we'll actually get that chance. One day. We don't have to rush it...because we have all the time in the world together." ~

"Oh..." When I feel my face becoming red, I try to hide it from him. Goddamn it, Peeta! Well, that's stupid me thinking he meant tonight. Just...fuck. "Yeah, we do. All the time." ~

I laugh a little. "Oh, you're blushing now? Don't feel badly, at all. Trust me." I give a small smile. "My body says now, but my mind reminds me that we have forever." ~

Laughing, I nonchalantly look down to his shorts. "Your body definitely says now. Cover up." I take the bedsheet and throw it over his legs and torso. ~

"Think I didn't notice?" I smirk. "Not my fault. I told you I couldn't be held responsible." ~

"Well, we've come a long way regarding sex. It seems like just yesterday I was sneezing in your face when I first told you I wanted it, and now...we're still at the same spot." ~

"Just about." I laugh, still trying to calm myself down. "Not that it's bad. I'm...glad we didn't rush things in the arena. Now that I'm alive..I don't think I would've wanted that on tv." ~

"We sort of rushed things in the arena. I came out and told you I loved you in basically the same day, decided I'd die for you, and that I'd want no one else...I think that's a little rushed, to be honest." I really did feel all of that, but only because our relationship was forced to progress very quickly. "I still kinda would've loved seeing that on TV." ~

"But what I mean is...it wasn't to the point where we were fake. Or that we did something we can do now..you know?" I smile at his last statement. "I would've loved to see your dad and my mom see that on tv." ~

"I was about to say that!" I laugh. "Actually, I'm wondering what your dad would have thought about that. He wouldn't have killed me, right?" ~

"No, I don't think so... As long as you did everything after that the same way." I laugh. "I don't think he cares what we do as long as you treat me right. I feel like a girl." ~

"You're basically a girl." I grin and look back down. "...With a tent big enough for a family of five to camp under." ~

"I am not a girl!" I blush a bit at his comment, which I assume to be a compliment. ~

"You're the girl. Deal with it, girlfriend." ~

I grumble to myself quietly. I know that, in the relationship, I'd definitely be the girl. After all the dreams, I one hundred percent didn't mind being the girl. But that doesn't make me a girl. "I am not a girl." I huff. ~

"You asked me to play with your hair," I remind him. "That makes you a girl." Of course, I'm only joking. He said it first. ~

"That doesn't mean anything!" I pout, before turning myself over and pinning him to the hospital bed as I loom over him. "Besides, I said that because it kinda turns me on, you jerk." ~

"Are you trying to be dominant here? To prove you aren't a girl?" I stick my tongue out. "Because I'd love to see you try to out-man me." ~

I sigh frustratedly. "I'm not trying, I'm just attempting to convince you I'm not a girl! I may be a guy who bakes and paints and would definitely enjoy bottoming in bed with you, but I am just that-a guy!" ~

"Nope." ~

"I can prove it to you." ~

My eyes widen. "Nooo, I've seen enough of that thing..." ~

"Then admit it." ~

"You're a boy...ish girl." Before he can say anything back, I lean forward and kiss him. ~

As we pull back from the kiss, I smile. "You're such a hard ass." ~

"Alright, alright...you're more man than I'll ever get." ~

"Probably because you're so manly." I laugh. "You have to attract girly guys, to balance things out!" ~

"No, you're just very manly in general. With all your...uh..." There's nothing. "With how many times you get it up when you see me?" ~

"Okay, you're still a jerk." I laugh and go to lay beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. "My jerk." I yawn. ~

"Hey, I have a question." ~

"Go ahead." I shut my eyes. ~

"Have you had any sexy dreams with me jumping out of a cake?" It's possible. ~

"No!" I laugh, hitting him playfully. "Though there has been frosting." ~

"Frosting on me? Or on you?" ~

"Everywhere." I admit, laughing a little nervously. ~

"Cream cheese or chocolate?" ~

"Both, of course." ~

"Yum." I laugh and lay my head on his. "I love you so much." ~

"I love you too!" I smile. "I'm so happy we're here." ~

"So happy you could die." I kiss the side of his head. "Speaking of dying, what do you think about this rebellion?" ~

"I...don't know. I think it's incredible, and if it works, it's fantastic!" I say. "The Capitol is the reason for everything bad that's happened to us... To everyone." ~

"Do you think there will be a lot of fighting?" ~

"I hope not.. But I think there will be." ~

I take a deep breath. I don't even have to think about my decision. "If there is, I wanna fight." ~

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