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Sunday Mornings
They don't make any plans on Sundays; no alarms, no appointments, no battles. Just them.
The morning sunlight peaks in through sheer blinds, white sheets crumpled, her limbs entangled with his, his shoulders firmly securing hers. She wakes up first, her eyelashes tickling his cheek as she blinks and he holds her tighter to get her to stop moving.
She looks up from his chest, staring at his jawline, his mouth set in a firm line. Tentatively, she lifts her fingers and gentle traces the outline of his jaw, sliding her fingers down to his neck, a single finger running down his bare chest. His skin is milky and sleek, like glazed porcelain and refined opals.
She jumps slightly when his hand suddenly grips her fingers tightly, abruptly ending their little journey across his upper body. His half-lidded eyes are steel and pools of mercury and moon glass; they're beautiful even when he's glaring at her. She snatches back her finger and rests her palm on his cheek, thumb brushing his cheekbone. His breathing stills, shoulders relax, and she swears she can feel his pulse running through his body.
"What are you doing?" he asks, voice husky.
"I just wanted to make sure," she says softly, closing her eyes and placing her head on his chest once again, the loud pounding of his heartbeat lulling her somewhere else. "Real or not real?"
She can feel his arms tighten around her frame, his nose buried in her almond hair. "Real," he whispers.
i got a request to do a Hunger Games AU for this chapter, so the last two lines were borrowed from Mockingjay. this was rushed but im glad i updated!