A/N: Cato starts this wonderful, wonderful chapter. To those of you on tumblr, one of the quotes we posted last night is in this chapter. ;D Good luck!

The second the video cuts out, I start jumping up and down because I'm just so excited to see Peeta. Not only is he standing up for himself, but for all of us. For the entirety of Panem. Whether they choose to side with him or not, somewhere deep inside they all know he's right. The Capitol is a terrible thing that some of us were unfortunately raised to praise. Maybe some people, like me, will soon realize that the Capitol is wrong. "Where can I see him?!" I run over to the door, pushing through many people to get there. "Let me see him!" I whine.

"I'm not sure if you can, kid," Finnick says.

"They wouldn't let us in the room to keep him company. I really wanted to be there to calm him down, but they just wouldn't let us..." This is the first time I've actually heard Annie speak more than one full sentence.

"They'll have to let me in! I'm his boyfriend!" Boyfriend. Just that. So I kick the door open and start sprinting down the hallway to who-knows-where. ~

The moment I'm given the "okay", I run out of the taping room and into the control room to hug my dad. "Dad!" I could cry, but I won't. I'm too hyped. "I'm so happy you're here!"

"That really was something, Peeta." He pulls back from me and smiles. "Really."

I give a big smile to him. I don't even know what to say. There are a million things I could say, stories to tell, but I have no clue where to begin. But then, I feel a strong pat on the back. I look to my right to see Haymitch there, grinning his toothy grin.

"Great job, kid. I knew you had it in you. Always did." Over my father's shoulder, I could see that Coin had a pleased look on her face, too. She gives me a nod of recognition, and I take that as a "job well done".

"What time is it?"

I realized with all the setup that we did, it must be getting late. "2144." I hear someone say, and I think for a minute before Haymitch leans over and whispers, "About 9:45." He laughs as I thank him. It really was getting late.

"Is there anything else here I need to do?" I ask no one in particular, hoping to just get time to talk to people. No such luck, as apparently I'm needed for at least another hour to take photographs and make comments to send out to newspapers already working on the rebel side. My dad sits by me, though, as I talk to people for about a half an hour, forty five minutes about my story, my experiences back in District Twelve, the torture, and of course, Cato and I. Maybe it was just back home that people thought guys liking guys was weird, because everyone just took it like any other relationship here.

After another half hour of photos (which included a number of touch ups, courtesy of Portia), I was finally done, and transferred via a back hallway into my dressing room of sorts with Cinna, Portia, Haymitch and my dad. I'm just so happy that he's here and safe. ~

After like twenty minutes of looking for the damn room, I found it, but they still refused to let me in. So I just wait out the door, looking through the tiny window every few minutes to see Peeta sitting there at a table, having millions of pictures taken of him. It's never ending, I swear, because I'm outside for another half an hour or so. And it's so mind-numbingly boring not being allowed in. But the next time I look, he isn't there anymore. Where'd he go? ~

I take deep breaths as Portia carefully takes the military-esque jacket off of me. I'm completely hyped up now, I can't even focus. I manage to get that I need to change my pants and shirt in the back room, which I do-but as I do, I can't help but try and remember the last time I looked like this, though I never did look this good, the last time I was close to this clean and healthy was a very long time ago. I walk back out in a really comfortable pair of red plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt, courtesy once again of Portia, who really does pay attention to my complaining.

"Thank you. All of you." I finally manage to say. Haymitch leaves first, followed by the pair. And for a while, I just sit there and talk to my dad. Partly because I missed him so much, and partly because I'm afraid to go back to the room. ~

Finally, someone unlocks the door and lets me in. "Where is he?! Point me in the direction!" I shout over the voices of many people. "Which way?"

A couple people point or nod in the direction of a door in the back, so without hesitation, I rush over to the door and out into another hallway. There's only one door, and it's at the end, so I run over to it and look through the window. It's just Peeta in the room, talking to someone else, who has a very familiar looking back of the head. As much as I want to, I don't burst through the door and hug him. I just knock. ~

"Hm..?" I look over my dad's shoulder at the door. "Who is it?" I call over, running my fingers through my hair. ~

"Delivery for Peeta Mellark!" I yell through the crack in the door. ~

I raise my eyebrows in confusion. My dad just shrugs, so I stand and step over to the door, pulling the door all the way open. ~

As soon as the door opens, I fling myself into Peeta's arms and hug him. "PEETA!" ~

At first, I don't know exactly what to do or think. I mean, I'm so happy he's here, and hugging me...but something was wrong this morning. Very wrong. And I can't just pretend that never happened. But I hug him anyway, because I missed him terribly.

"..Did you see?" I ask tentatively. ~

"Yes!" I kiss his cheek. "Every little bit of it. You looked angry, too, so you did it perfectly and everything and-" I look over to the person he was talking to earlier and realize that it's his dad. "Hi, Mr. Mellark!" ~

It's like his personality did a complete 180 since this morning. I'm a bit confused but now isn't the time. My dad stands and holds out his hand to shake Cato's. "How are you?"

"He showed up right before I started taping!" It really was what got me through it. Knowing not only the effects this has had on me, but him and so many other families and friends of tributes. ~

"I'm good-great, really, thanks to Peeta." I shake his hand, smiling. "That's so good that they got...him here as soon a they could." Him? Them? I don't want to ask if his entire family is here or not, just in case the answer is a bad one. ~

"That's good." He responds, smiling our trademark smile.

"My brothers went to their room. To calm down my mother." I give him a look begging him not to overreact. Pleading. "She's anxious and confused about this. She doesn't even know I'm alive."

"They told us it was for protection when we came. I didn't know we'd be brought here..." My father says. "It's more amazing than I'd ever thought. A whole civilization underground." ~

His mother is here. Great. First priority: avoid the bitch. But I fake-smile at her being here, safe. "Well, it's a good thing you're all safe." I take a seat in one of the many chairs and use another as a footrest. "So how'd everything go after? They wouldn't let me in to see you." ~

I sit back in the chair I was in, and my father turns his in to face Cato. "Really well..tiring, though. I had to take pictures and do interviews. Apparently the news groups in some Districts are already on our side." I explain. "They didn't want anyone really in there who didn't have to be."

"Haymitch let me in because I had just gotten here, and Peeta was getting nervous before taping."

"You can't blame me!" ~

"Sounds like fun," I say, looking at Peeta. "Well, I'm really glad you're here. You're the closest thing I have to a father figure." It's true, especially because my own father sucks. "I just want to say...I really, really love your son. Peeta, I mean." ~

I look to Cato and smile just slightly.

"Well, I assumed you meant Peeta." He laughs. "I'm glad to be here, too." He puts his hand on Cato's shoulder. "Don't worry about anything. You mean everything to Peeta. Which makes you family." ~

You know what else makes you family? Marriage. And so the stomachache returns. The color drains from my face just a little bit, but I attempt to cover it up by talking. "Y-yeah...thanks for the thought, Mr. Mellark. I appreciate it." Not sarcasm. I really do. I just don't appreciate the marriage thought. Not right now, when I was so close to getting over it. ~

"No problem." He smiles genuinely. "I should be getting back to the room, though. To see your mother." He gives me a knowing look.

"Okay..." I stand as he does. "We should get back, too." I look to Cato. "I'm honestly exhausted." ~

"Would you like me to carry you?" I laugh, waving goodbye to his dad. "See you." ~

"I'll be fine." I laugh, giving a hug to my dad and exiting the room after him. I stay quiet when Cato and I walk alone, because all I can think about is this morning. I keep going to speak, but find I can't form words. ~

"Hey, Lover Boy." I run up beside him and put my arm around his back. ~

"Hey..." I sigh, shivering as he touches me. ~

Groaning, I say, "I missed you today." And I lean my head on his as we walk. ~

He did? "Mm-hm... Me too." I avoid his eyes. ~

"Peeta?" I stop walking. He continues, so I hold onto the collar of his shirt so that he can't leave. "You don't seem very happy to see me...did someone say something?" ~

"No, no." I turn and smile at him. "Really." I insist. It's not what someone said...it's what you didn't say. But I can't dwell. "I'm exhausted. That's all." ~

"Oh...kay..." He hasn't really spoken a lot since we've been alone, so we walk back to the room in almost complete silence. I unlock the door and hold it open for him. "Ladies first." ~

I manage a smile and roll my eyes as I walk into the room. "Thanks." Why is he acting like nothing happened? ~

"No problem...hey, what's that paper on the pillow?" I pretend not to know anything about the 'mysterious' note on the bed. ~

"Hunh?" I turn to the bed and see a small piece of paper. I give him a questioning look before sitting off the side of the bed and reading it. I'm washed with a mix of emotions. Because I'm so happy with what's here. It makes me smile. But it makes me even more confused about this morning. I look up at him when I've finished I'm teary eyed from a combination of joy, sadness, confusion and exhaustion. "Cato..." ~

"Did you look at the picture?" ~

I nod. ~

"Did you think it was cute?" I go over and sit next to him. ~

I laugh a little quietly. "Of course.." ~

"Yeah...well? I'm sorry about earlier, so I thought this would make up for it." You're marrying Peeta. Oh god. ~

"What even happened?" I whisper, staring at the piece of paper. "You just up and left." ~

"I was going to be late for the meeting. I had to go." ~

"You didn't even say goodbye." ~

"I..." No lies. Even if it makes things easier. "I got kinda freaked when you said fiance." ~

So that was it. "But you brought it up first." I whisper, trying not to crack. ~

"I know...and I don't regret it, it just scares me." I sigh. "You're so okay with it...and I'm nervous." ~

I put my hand on his. "Is that it? I'm nervous, too... But it's nothing so monumental or permanent yet. I see it...kind of like this thing kids would do in Twelve. Promise rings. They made then out of heated, shaped coal. And it would represent something. Couples would use then to promise marriage, or their first time together with it. Some boy-girl couples used them to promise that, if one got Reaped, the other would volunteer." It's really sweet. "It's not the actual, scary thing..it's a promise that the intent is there. That's why, maybe, I was a bit more cool about it." ~

Thank god. Thank god. "Oh...I just assumed, when you called me that, that it was...oh god. I'm so sorry." ~

"I was being playful." I roll my eyes. "Now who's the one talking things too seriously?" I pause, looking back at him. "...I was just worried there was something really wrong." ~

"No, it was just that." I turn to the side and kiss him on the lips for the first time since this morning. "I didn't mean to scare you. There's nothing wrong." ~

"I just worry.. You know?" I sigh, smiling into his kiss. "Well, now that it's all cleared up..." I stand, holding out my arms. "How do I look?" I laugh. ~

"Different," I say, "but the same as before, you know? I was used to you and your three-toned hair. But...okay, I really want to fuck you right now." I put my head down to try to hide my face, which quickly filled with color. "You're hot, okay?" ~

I get just as red faced as he does. I was asking about the scars, but...this was definitely nice, too. "...Well then." I laugh a little, awkwardly. "I haven't even shown you under my shirt, but if you can't handle it.." ~

"PLEASE SHOW ME UNDERNEATH YOUR SHIRT!" I beg, collapsing into his lap. "I NEED MORE PEETA!" ~

"...You're the one who's sex crazed." I laugh. ~

"Show me underneath your shirt!" I pin him down to the bed and stick my hand underneath and run it up his stomach and chest. "It feels weird!" ~

"Jeez, fine! If you'd let me move my arms!" ~

"No!" Laughing, I rip the shirt off-not literally, but still-and look. Nope...can't handle it. "Where'd all your cuts go?" ~

"Completely gone." I smile at his shock. "My arms, face, legs too. Burns, even." ~

"Wow...I feel too ugly to be with you now." I laugh, but it's still kinda true. "My face is still kinda fucked up. Look at this," I say, pointing to my face, which is still healing from the burns. ~

"But you're not! You're my manly, battle scarred boyfriend." I laugh. "If it really bothers you, though, Portia could fix it all." ~

"I don't think there's time for that..." Training. Food. Downtime. Sleep. Meetings. The war. "I'm pretty sure there will be no time. I'll just stay ugly until I get back." ~

"But you're not ugly! You look dangerous!" I smile. "In a good way." I want to hug him, but I'm still pinned to the bed. ~

With intense force, I let my arms give out so that I collapse on top of him. "Give me some of your sexy," I whine. "Come on...fiance." Now that I know he was only fooling around, I'm okay with it. It doesn't make me so squeamish anymore. ~

I say nothing. I just immediately kiss him, wrapping my hands in the back of his head, pulling him as close as possible, and putting my legs around his so I had him trapped. I missed just kissing him. I could do it for hours. ~

As we kiss, I move my hands down to his pants and attempt to pull them down, but I can't really do it if he trapped me inside his legs. So, I pause the kiss for just a moment so that I can pull my own shirt off. Once that shit is on the floor, I resume kissing him, tongue and all. I can feel things heating up between us, so all I want to do is remove my pants so that I can cool down a little bit. "Peeta," I get out between kisses, "let me...take...them off." ~

My heart is pounding, and all I can manage out through heavy breaths is a nod and a whisper. "Quickly." I pant, letting him go. ~

I tear his pants off the second he lets me go. Then, I unzip mine and pull them off. "Much better." ~

"Oh god, yes." I grab for him and get his shoulder. "Now kiss me, goddamnit." I get out. ~

"I'll make up for a whole day's worth of kisses," I say, pulling the blanket over our heads and begin kissing him again in the near darkness. We get so into it in the next five minutes that we actually manage to roll off the bed, with me hitting the floor and cushioning his fall. "Ow." ~

I laugh. "Be careful...I need you around!" I kiss him again, holding his hands to the ground so he can't let his hands roam as they have been. ~

"Are you taking control now?" I smirk. ~

I roll my eyes. "No, no... Your hands just seem to wander to...places that make things happen. So I'm forewarning you." It's true. It's not that I mind...just no surprises. ~

"Oh," I say disappointedly, "I was kinda hoping that you were..." ~

I raise my eyebrows a bit. "Oh really? Why is that?" ~

I turn my head to the side to avoid eye contact with him. "I was uh...I wanted you to be on top for once." I laugh a little bit, shutting my eyes tightly. "You always seem to be having so much fun on your back." ~

Well then. "I don't mind." I smile. "Whatever makes you happy." ~

"Do to me what you'd like." Anything at all. "Except, you know, it." ~

I don't know if I could do that even if he'd let me. But I smile and nod. "So..." I kiss his neck for a moment or two. "You don't mind..." I go down to his collarbone, and to the top of his chest. "If I," I pause. "You know..." I kiss to his stomach, focusing a bit on his belly button. "Tease you a bit?" I smile, looking up at him and kissing along the waistline of his boxers. ~

"Do...what you want." I pick up my head so that I can see what he's doing. What a fucking tease. "If you uh, feel my hand poking you...it's not my hand. Just a heads up." ~

"Well, I appreciate it, but...I think it's a tad late for that to be a heads up." I smirk, noticing the bulge growing under the cloth. ~

"Oh, great," I say sarcastically. "If you haven't noticed yet, I kinda like this new arrangement. Keep going." ~

"Who said I was stopping?" I think for a second, sitting up and sitting on him right below his waist-if you catch my drift. "But maybe I will." ~

"No, don't!" I want aggressive Peeta now. He's strong, and sexy, and confident, and I just want him on top of me doing things. "Do more, do more, please!" ~

I hold a finger up to his lips. "Then you'll have to lower your voice...you don't want everyone on the floor to hear you begging and moaning, do you?" ~

My face goes red as soon as he says 'moaning.' Well, this is new for me. "I..." No more words are able to escape my mouth, so I just shake my head vigorously. ~

"Didn't think so." I laugh a little as he blushes. "Perfect." It's so peculiar for me, seeing him like this-and acting like this, but that's completely a separate thing-but there's a part of me that likes it. I immediately bring my head back down and begin kissing him from his ear to the bottom of his neck, up and down, constantly focusing on the one spot that drove him insane-though this is on the other side of him. ~

"This again?" Oh god. It's the spot again. "Peeta...aah, oh my god." I'm already sweating and I haven't done anything. Just the thought of Peeta dominating me gets me all hot and anxious. "You...are so good...to me." ~

"As I've said time and time before...and as I'll say again and again," I whisper into his ear. "Nothing you don't deserve." As I speak, I allow my hand to softly trace down the center of his chest, pausing right before his boxers. ~

"Never," I take in a deep breath, "will I ever deserve you, but okay." Shivers are sent through my body when he lightly touches me with his cold hands...then he just stops. "Wh-whaaaat why did you stop?" ~

I allow my index finger to toy with the stretchy waistband. "Stop what?" I ask completely innocently, lifting my head from his neck. ~

"N-never mind then..." He's playing with my underwear again. My fucking underwear. "What are you doing down there?" ~

"Hm?" I question, adding my middle finger and using them to follow along the slightly indented skin where the waistband just covered around the front of him. ~

"Peeta...if you keep doing that, I think I'll pass out." ~

"Can't have that, can we?" I smile at him as I let the fabric snap back to his body. "You ruin all of my fun." ~

"Nooooo!" I whine. "Keep going!" ~

I shoot him a look that could kill. "Did I not just tell you to keep quiet?" ~

Whoa. "Sorry," I whisper, giving him a sweet smile. "Please go on." ~

"At least you've learned that 'please' gets you places with me." I take the hand that was messing with his underwear before and bring it beneath him to squeeze his ass. It's so perfect and toned, and I can barely handle myself with it. I take my time and just kiss and lick his ear for a while...I'm honestly doing this all based on instinct. I mean, my only thing to base it off of is the fact that he likes it in my dreams. I'm hoping I can read him well. ~

Okay, now I really can't handle myself. I want to fuck him, I think, but it's too soon. But this is really too much. "Thank you..." THE EAR. "Oh...oh, Peeta." What the fuck is this? Aggressive Peeta is so different but so good at everything. ~

My heart starts pounding faster, hearing him actually moaning my name. It sounds so wrong, and yet...so right. In between kisses, after a minute or two, I begin whispering things into his ear. Romantic things. Sweet things. Hot things. Dirty things I swore I'd never say to him aloud. ~

"Where did you get this shit from? Peeta...this is so unlike you." Not that it's a bad thing. ~

I immediately stop what I was doing. Everything. "Oh...I'm sorry. I did say I wouldn't change on you... So I should probably stop." ~

"No! Don't stop..." I reach over to his head and start playing with his hair. "I liked it...please don't stop yet." ~

And just as quickly as I stopped, I'm back on him again, saying things I will never repeat to anyone besides him, kissing his ear, toying with his underwear and squeezing his perfect ass...And I sit, right atop him, carefully, my ass finding a comfortable spot right on the bulge in his underwear. Any slight movement could easily drive him insane. I know it. And I love it. ~

He's sitting right on top of it. And I can't tell if it hurts or if I'm even more aroused by that, but either way, I don't know how much longer I can last. "Since when was it a hundred degrees in this room?" I ask nervously. ~

"Since, about..never?" I smile, pressing my body against his and laying atop him. "This is nice...very nice, but you know what I really want?" I whisper to him. ~

"What? What do you want?" Anything. I'll give him anything. ~

I lean my head in even closer, so my warm breath is on him. "I want you to leave faster. So you can get home faster. So that the moment you come back, you can take me to this room and fuck me in the ass so hard that I cry and can't walk. Over. And over. And over. All through the night. Every night." ~

"That's...Peeta, that's dirty," I say like a child. This is what he's reduced me to. He keeps staring at me, so I close my eyes. "You're naughty, Peeta." ~

"Of course it is." I smirk a bit. "You've only just noticed?" ~

"Ye-no...of course not." I start breathing heavily to let out all the emotions I've been keeping inside. "W-why don't I just do that to you right now?" ~

"I'm yours whenever you decide to take me." ~

"Your ass is mine whenever you want." I grin. "Could be now...?" ~

"Oh, I've wanted you for a long time. I won't push anything, though." Because I know he wants to wait until he gets back. But has he decided he wants it now? I'm his the moment he tells me so. ~

"It's up to you, Lover Boy." I push myself up just a little bit so that I can kiss him. "I'm ready when you are." ~

I put my hand on his shoulder...and just slightly forcefully, but gently, push him back to the ground and smile down at him. "I never said you could get up." I scruff his hair once before moving myself just a bit against him in a way I know'll make him want it bad...really bad, before I stand. "I think we should wait. You need some kind of motivation to get back, don't you?" I wink. ~

Immediately, I sit upright and pull him to the ground. Then, I climb on top of him and hold him down. "I wear the pants in this relationship," I whisper in his ear, before I bite it. He better like that. Because that's all he'll be getting. "And I say we do it when I want. Got it?" ~

I loudly squeal a bit in some combination of pain and pleasure when he bites my ear. The immediate change in positions gets my breathing heavy. Even though I can play the one in charge...That's Cato. And we both know it. Because as soon as he begins giving me commands, I get completely submissive, and nod my head quickly. ~

"So..." I lick a spot completely across his chest. "Would you like it now...or later? And don't lie." ~

I bite my bottom lip hard in a failed attempt to stifle a moan. "I want you so badly." I whimper. ~

I pretend to start pulling down his boxers. "How badly?" Who's the tease now, Peeta? ~

I shut my eyes tightly. "Oh god, so badly I don't think you even understand." ~

"Then turn onto your stomach. Rear side up." ~

Immediately, I do as he says, flipping myself onto the other side and holding myself up with my elbows and knees, ass in the air. ~

"Tell me when, bad boy," I say, attempting to seduce him in any way possible. ~

At this point, I can barely breathe in a frozen state of anticipation. "I...I..please." I stammer out. Oh god, is this really happening? ~

Laughing quietly, I slowly start to pull his boxers off. I pause for a second and ask, "Are you sure you want to give it up to me, of all people?" ~

"More than sure." I begin, whispering. "I love you...there's no one else I'd want to have me." ~

"Good...very good, Peeta. Will you be this well-behaved the entire time? Because I wouldn't like that very much." ~

"Most definitely not." I breathe out. "I can't be held responsible for what I do, say or scream when it happens." ~

"Wonderful...hey, Peeta, you said you liked the rollercoaster, right?" I don't wait for an answer. "Well, get ready." I continue pulling ever-so-slowly for a couple seconds before letting the waistband snap back against his skin. Standing up, I smack his ass and laugh. "Maybe some other time." ~

I completely collapse to the ground, shaking and panting. I turn myself onto my back and look up at him frustratedly. "You're horrible, you know." ~

"You're the bigger tease. And I think you're much dirtier." ~

I sit myself up. "It didn't seem as if you minded one bit." ~

"I didn't. But then you made me want it so bad." I almost considered doing it with him. Almost. But it's too soon. I don't care if we're in love. Too soon. "So I decided to make you want it bad." ~

I groan. "I guess that's only fair." ~

"But I have a question. Where did innocent Peeta go this entire time?" ~

"What do you mean?" ~

"You were just so...dirty. Where the hell did that even come from?" ~

I sit down on the bed and just shrug. "I don't know." ~

"Who are you and what the fuck did you do with my boyfriend?" I laugh. Whatever happened...I like it. ~

"Hi, my name's Peeta Mellark and I'm a rebel from District Thirteen, pleased to meet ya?" I hold out my hand and laugh. ~

He's such a dork. He's adorkable. "Nice to meet you," I say, shaking his hand. "I hope we can be good friends." ~

"Well..." I grip his hand tightly and use it to pull him up towards me onto the bed. "I hope we can be more." I smile and kiss him-just a peck. ~

"I don't think my boyfriend," I kiss him back, "will appreciate this." ~

"You think?" I kiss him again. "He doesn't have to know." My boyfriend is cheating on me...with me. I laugh in my head at the thought, remembering him describing his excitement at the dream with two Peetas. I suppose, based on...earlier events...that I could have a bit of a split personality-at least when it comes to things like this. ~

"So how exactly do we keep it a secret from him?" I start running my fingers through his hair-his blonde hair, finally. "If he finds out that I'm cheating on him with a rebel..." ~

"Then what?" I push him a bit so he's laying on the bed now, and I lean down and kiss from his ear to his lips. ~

"Oh...he'd probably cry the second he found out. But you are stronger than that." ~

"And you like that." It's not even a question. It's more of a statement. Because I know he does. Powerful, strong, volunteer Career winner to the Hunger Games Cato likes being dominated. You learn something new every day. ~

"I like both of you." I really do. But now I'm thinking that I may have corrupted him somewhere along the line and that's why he's acting like this. "I don't want to lose my boyfriend, though." ~

"Of course not." I whisper gently. "Whenever you want him back, say the word...he'll do exactly as you please." I kiss his cheek to let him know that innocent part of me is still there. ~

"I want him to come back and talk to me, if you'd let him." ~

I laugh a little. "I'm not two people love." ~

"There you are!" I give him a quick kiss on the lips. "That's my little Peeta Bread." ~

I shake my head a bit, smiling. "I was always here, you dork." ~

"Get off of me, then." I laugh. "Come on, I've had enough excitement for one day." ~

I roll to the side so I'm laying next to him, finding my place under his arm, where it's safe and warm. "So-rry." ~

"I thought I told you not to say that word anymore." I smirk, hugging him. ~

"Perfect." I rest in his arms and yawn a little. "It was a long, long day." ~

A/N: And that's that! I hope you all got worried and felt better. YAY, NO ANGST. Review!