Katniss
When we arrive at the Capitol we are put in the hands of our prep team. I lay silently on a hard bed while my prep team wax my whole body. I barely flinch this year. I feel empty knowing I'll never see my family again. The prep team sob and deep down I'm surprised at how much they must care about me to be crying like this. I get annoyed by the loud sobs quickly but try to comfort them as best as I can without snapping.
Soon every hair that is below my neck has been ripped off and I've been scrubbed down in oils. Cinna walks in and I manage a real smile at my stylist. He inspects my body and hands me my robe. As soon as I've tied the robe around me I fling my arms around him in a hug. "Hey, Girl on fire," he whispers and I can tell he's trying to hide his sadness.
"Hi," I whisper back and pull away.
We have a repeat of last year: Cinna and I discussing my opening ceremonies outfit. "This year Portia and I want you to stare into the distance and look fierce. We don't want you and Peeta to smile, wave, blow kisses- nothing," Cinna says and I sigh in relief. Finally, something I'm good at!
An hour later I'm standing next to Peeta on a coal black chariot. My hair is tied back in my usual braid, my nails painted black and my face covered in dark make up. Peeta's face is also the same an we are both wearing matching outfits: a black jumpsuit and half of a tiara, just like the one Peeta and I received for winning the games except these are black instead of gold.
Loud music blasts from the speakers as District 11 rides away. Peeta and I both press a button hidden by our sleeves and our outfits light up. I take Peeta's hand and he kisses me quickly before our chariot starts moving. Just like last year the crowd goes wild. Peeta and I stare at the screens showing us live and we don't move. We are silently telling the crowd that we are angry and they hate it. They hate that one of us has to die, that maybe both of us will. I know the feeling and I'm sure Peeta does too.
Our chariot stops once we arrive at the city circle and President Snow says a long and boring speech. I'm sure I see him staring at my chariot, at my Peeta, at me. Our eyes meet and I send him an evil glare, hoping he heard what I had said back home. "After the games, somehow both Peeta and I, we're going to get out of the arena and we're going to kill him." I curl my lips at the memory and Snow looks away. Peeta squeezes my hand and I know he's trying to tell to be careful. If I mess with Snow he will probably mess with us in the arena.
The anthem plays and we ride on to the training centre. Peeta helps me of the chariot and Portia and Cinna greet us. I look around for Haymitch and find him with a man and woman from District 11. They walk over and Seeder, the old-ish woman, hugs me and whispers a few reassurances about Rue and Thresh's families. Chaff, who I recognise from TV, has one arm and flings it around my shoulders and presses a slobbery kiss to my cheek.
I grimace and pull away. I grab Peeta's hand and head towards an elevator. We are waiting for the doors to open when I hear someone sigh next to me. I turn and find District Seven's female tribute, Johanna Mason. Without a word she strips off her ridiculous outfit and stands naked in only green slippers. "That's better," she huffs and looks Peeta and me up and down. I grip his hand tighter when her eyes fall on him.
"You guys look amazing, unlike myself. District Seven has been dressed as tress for years. I wish I had Cinna or Portia."
Clothes, girl talk- not my thing. "Yeah," I reply and walk into the now-open elevator. "They're amazing." We ride up to the seventh floor and I try to ignore the way Johanna flirts with Peeta. I keep hold of his hand, hoping she'll think she's not bothering me but deep down I want to kill her. As soon as she gets off the elevator I let go of Peeta's hand and move away to a corner in the moving box.
Peeta grins while I frown at him. "What?" I snap.
"You," he chuckles.
"What about me?"
"She's just teasing you, like Chaff when he kissed you," he says.
"Peeta she was standing, naked I must add, in front of you and was flirting. Am I meant to be happy about that?" I snap.
"Are y-you jealous?" he laughs.
"No!"
"Whatever, Katniss. You are so… pure," he finally says and I put my hands on my hips.
"Pure! Me?"
"Yes, you! It's like when you was nursing me in the arena and didn't want me naked even though I was dying," he explains and I scowl.
"And that makes me pure? Can't you remember nearly nine months back on the victory tour?" I snap and force myself not to blush at the memory even though I felt my face heat up before I even reminded him.
"Oh, I remember!" he grins. "But you're still pure, that little scene with Johanna proves that!"
The elevator door slides open and without another word I grab Peeta's hand and drag him to my old bedroom. I ignore Haymitch, Effie, Cinna and Portia in the hall and slam the door shut and lock it once we are both inside. Not bothering to even turn the lights on, I turn around. I push Peeta against the wall and kiss him roughly.
He seems surprised at first but soon starts kissing me back. His hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer, if possible. His lips leave mine and settle on neck. He nibbles my neck a little before sucking on the same spot. I grab his head in my hands and kiss him again. I'm not sure if I'm doing this just to show him I'm not pure or if I really want this. I ponder this while I drag him over to the bed and decide on the latter. Ever since the night on the train, I wanted it to happen again and now I finally get what I want.
We help each other rip our jumpsuits off and soon we are kneeling naked on the bed, staring at each other's bodies. I crawl close towards him and kiss him slowly and softly unlike last time when our kisses were hot and hungry. We start exploring each other and soon I'm feeling that hunger in my stomach again. Our kisses get rushed and greedy but this time I don't have to hope and beg for more, I get it.
An hour later we are laying side-by-side, our arms wrapped around each other, our dark make up from earlier smudged from sweat. "Do you think I'm pure now?" I smirk and he kisses me lightly.
"Hmm," he teases and I punch his arm playfully. "Not anymore," he chuckles and we lay there for a while longer, our eyes getting have both got comfortable and are drifting off to sleep when we hear a drunken Haymitch shout from outside our door, "You two finished in there!"
Peeta and I glance at each other and smile. "We're not finished arguing yet!" Peeta lies and I hear Haymitch snort.
"I didn't hear yelling. Maybe some moans a-"
"Haymitch!" Effie squeaks in disapproval while Peeta and I blush furiously. "Have fun!" Haymitch calls as we hear their footsteps get further away.
"We will!" I grin and Peeta and I burst into laughter.
AN: I wasn't expecting to write this but it just kind of… came out, I guess. I didn't know how to end it so I thought a bit of happiness would be nice. Some of you are still asking why Katniss isn't showing and I will get Cinna noticing her weight gain and her feeling something inside of her but it is true about some people not showing. REVIEW!