Sorry if I disturbed some people with that last one. We all know that the Capitol subjected Victors to that fate and we definitely know that Katniss and Peeta would have suffered the same fate, had the Capitol continued to rule over them. It's just dreaming of the worst thing imaginable and I imagine Katniss's nightmares are none too pleasant, much like Peeta's flashbacks.

Here's a quick one before work! It's another two parter because Katniss's chapter is VERY short. But I have big things coming in the next few chapters- wanna read them soon? I want to see 10 reviews before tonight! If it works out, I will post a longer one tomorrow. And trust me when I say, it's a good one ;)

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I wake up early, as the sun is just starting to come up, and quickly call Dane and Cora to let them know what's happened. Cora assures me they will be fine and to take care of Katniss. I fall back asleep, with her wrapped in my arms.

When we wake again, Katniss sits up and her hand goes to her forehead, her eyes squeezed shut. I reach out to steady her and her hand grips my arm.

"I think I'm going to be sick," she mutters.

"Want me to help you to the bathroom?" She sits there for a moment then shakes her head.

"Never mind." Despite the fact that my girl is suffering, I have to fight back a smile. Katniss is the very last person I would expect to be nursing a hangover.

She turns and scowls deeply.

"Stop laughing at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you!"

"Well then stop smiling at me. I'm sick, can't you see that?"

"I'm sorry," I tell her honestly, reaching out to brush hair off her head but she jerks out of my reach. "I'm sorry, it's just…I find it amusing, ok? Not that you're sick but that we're finally feeling something semi-normal for a teenager. We barely had time to grow up and now, with everything that's happened, a hangover seems too normal for you and me." She groans and lowers her head.

"Remind me to never drink again." I smile and gather her in my arms.

"I'll fix you a hot bath and some tea. Stay here."

"Wait. Don't you have to go to work?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Katniss. I'm not leaving your side, today."

"Peeta-"

"Katniss, don't argue," I sigh. "It's normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to help each other when they get sick. Don't deny me my rights as a boyfriend," I add teasingly but for some reason, her face falls and she bites her lip. I watch her, wondering what's going through her head.

"By those counts, you were my boyfriend a long time ago," she says quietly. Oh damn.

"Well, we just skipped the boyfriend and girlfriend part and went straight to engaged." I mean it as another joke but she visibly deflates and withdraws into herself.

Except this time I don't let her. I pull her into my arms and hold her close.

"Katniss, hey, listen to me. You have to stop going to that dark place."

"What place," she sniffles.

"Wherever you go when your eyes glaze over and you start sinking. I'm trying to keep you with me but you have to try too. I can't do it alone. And I'll be damned if I let you leave me. We're doing so much better, babe." She looks up at me with a raised brow.

"Babe?" I grin sheepishly. Katniss is not one for pet names but it doesn't stop me from trying them out.

"It's normal for a boyfriend to use pet names?" She shakes her head, though a smile lingers around her lips. Or at least, her lips are less thin.

"What is your obsession with normal lately?"

"I dunno. I guess I'm just trying it out. We were still kids when our lives changed. Seeing others around me, living normally, makes me want that. Seeing Dane and Cora so…happy with each other. I guess I want that for us," I finish, shrugging. She wraps her arms around my neck and straddles my lap.

"We're not Cora and Dane. We're Katniss and Peeta. And we're not normal. We will never be normal. But what we have, defies description. What we have is special, so why would you want it to be normal?" My heart swells and I swoop down on her for a kiss. I feel her fingers tug at my hair and I harden underneath her. She shifts a little and we both gasp. She's positioned right over me, and I can feel how wet she is getting, just through her underwear. I pull her into me, one hand pressing against her back while my other slides down her body and into her lace panties. She throws her head back and I hold onto her, keeping my eyes on her flushed face. I find her wetness and spread it around before I sink my fingers into her. Her fingers clutch my shoulders and her nails nearly break the skin. We're both panting as I work to bring her to the edge, my fingers moving faster and faster.

"Peeta," she says through clenched teeth and I close my eyes at the sound of it. I live for her breathy moans, her soft sighs, and her sweet declarations of love. We gaze into each others' eyes and I'm lost in those storms of grey. She reaches down and pulls back the waistband of my boxer shorts. I move them down to my feet and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her off of them. She reaches down to grasp me but I stop her. I can tell she's in pain when she moves. And all I care about is getting her off. I reach back down to finish what I started but she shakes her head.

"You first." She brings my hand to her breast and I cup her in my palm. My other hand slides down and I bite my lip as I grip myself. Katniss's arousal as well as my own saliva on my hands makes my heart leap and I thrust into my hand. I massage and knead her breast while my hand moves up and down. She leans back and spreads her legs wide, and I watch with wide eyes as her hand drifts down. I let out a strangled gasp as her fingers make small circles, then she sinks two fingers into herself and starts pumping. She throws her head back again and I squeeze her breast. She looks up at me and brings her fingers to my lips. I eagerly grab her hand and suck on her digits.

Fuck! This woman will be the death of me one day. She brings her hand back down and starts to finger herself. I can't believe that I am able to resist from thrusting into her, but I lean back to watch her as I feel myself getting close. I have never seen her do this before, I didn't even know if she did it, whenever I'm not home. But I love the look on her face. I have to wonder what she's thinking about. I think it's me. I hope it's me.

"Fuck! Katniss!"

"Mmm, I'm so close, Peeta!"

"God, me too." I hold off for as long as I can. But the sight of her before me, her hand moving quickly, her legs slightly bent, her sweet pussy, so pink and perfect and I am gone. I wipe my hand on my shorts and immediately push her hand aside. My thumb finds her clit and I rub, hard, until her hips jerk upwards and she screams my name.

I push her hair out of her eyes and kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips. She lazily raises an arm and strokes my hair and my face.

"I love that my name is the one you scream when you finish," I say quietly. Her eyes flutter open and she smiles.

"You're the only one I've ever thought about. If you're not the one getting me off, then it's thoughts of you that get me off." I freeze and my eyes widen. Did she really just say what I think she did?

She seems to realize what she let slip and her eyes pop open.

"Wait, wait. Go back. What now?"

"Drop it, Peeta."

"Ohhhh no. You just admitted you think of me when you touch yourself," I say with a grin. "Allow me some time to process this. And bask in this perfect thought.

"Peeta!" She hits my arm and I grin down at her.

"Damn, now all I'll be thinking about is you in the shower, touching yourself and moaning my name." She blushes and I think it's the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I don't do it that often," she mutters.

"But you do it." She looks up at me and nods and I lean down to kiss her. Kneeing her legs apart, I rub myself against her and feel her so ready for me. She clutches my arms as I enter her and we spend the rest of the morning, becoming lost in each other with absolutely no desire to be found.

When we finally make it out of the bed and head toward the bathroom, I feel awful. She is limping pretty badly and her body is covered in bruises. If I had been coherent, I would not have initiated sex this morning but at least I know she wanted it too. My hand goes to her back as I help her into the bathroom and I quickly get the tub filled. She slides in and looks up at me expectantly.

"You're not going to join me?"

"I will in a minute. I'm going to go make you some tea and bring you more medicine." "Peeta, I don't need the tea. I need you." I grin at her words.

"The tea will help. Unlike me, who is probably making it worse. I'll be right back." I kiss her before she can protest and hurry downstairs.

While I'm taking the kettle off the stove, I hear a knock at the back door and my head jerks up when the door opens.

"Damn it, don't scare me like that," I scold. Haymitch and Johanna stop and stare at me.

"Well sweetheart must be feeling better!" I frown.

"Why would you say that?"

"You reek of sex, little baker boy," Johanna cackles and I feel myself turn red. "Sometimes I forget how young you two are."

"What's that supposed to mean," my voice is higher than usual and I blush again. Johanna and Haymitch chuckle and I can see why Katniss doesn't like being laughed at.

"Ok ok, enough. Get out of here, I'm about to take this tea up to Katniss and don't need you two upsetting her."

"Is she alright," Johanna's face is serious now. "Did she say anything?"

"I haven't really asked her. I think her hangover was just making her nightmares worse. Thank you, by the way, for telling her what would have happened to us if the revolution hadn't happened."

"What're you…oh," her face falls. Haymitch looks between us, bemused. I scowl at Johanna and she shrugs.

"Well I'm sorry but brainless has to realize, despite all the sacrifices, Panem is a much better place now. You mean to tell me it didn't once cross her mind that she was considered a desirable victor?"

"She was young and naïve, Jo. When Haymitch and I discussed it for the first time, I was shocked and vowed they would never touch her. That's part of the reason I went along with the whole marriage thing. I thought at least if we were married, they would leave her alone. Or I was willing to take her place, if needed." Haymitch finally catches on to our conversation and his nose screws up.

"Why the hell are we talking about this now?"

"Because Johanna told Katniss about it last night and she ended up having a new nightmare, featuring her and me in the lifestyles of the rich and fucked up."

"I'm sorry, Peeta. I didn't mean to make things worse. How is she after that fall, though?" I can see through Johanna's tough-girl layers and know she is genuinely concerned for us. For Katniss.

"She's pretty bruised up but after her bath, I'm going to give her some of my healing salve from the Capitol. It usually does pretty good with cuts and bruises and the like. When are you taking off again?"
"I was going to wait to say goodbye to her but George called this morning and asked me to meet him in 8 so I'm on my way to meet him. I'll have your package sent to the bakery, by the way." I nod gratefully.

"I better get back to her before she starts to worry. Take care of yourself. We will see you soon." We hug and they leave. I finish the tea and set everything on a tray, then take it back upstairs.

She's leaning against the wall with her eyes closed when I come back in. I worry that she will fall asleep and drown herself but then I scold myself. Katniss knows how to take care of herself. Give her some credit. She opens her eyes and sits up and I set the tray on the toilet, lowering myself in the floor by the tub.

"Here, drink this. It will help with the nausea." She sips at her tea and obediently swallows down the pills. I brought up a couple of left over cheese buns and cookies and she devours those as well. She hands me the cup and I set it back on the tray before I struggle to my feet and remove my boxers, sliding into the tub behind her. I shiver, for the water's gotten a little cold but she settles on my chest and I welcome her warmth. I hold her for as long as she will let me. My arms wrapped around her waist, her head tilted back on my chest and my eyes start to close. I know we need to talk about everything but for now, we enjoy the peace and perfection of just being together.

-I am REALLY bad at planning parties. To be fair, I have never really planned a party before but my birthday was so wonderful and Peeta did such a great job in planning that I wanted to do the same for him.

Of course I fail.

I call Effie while Peeta is at work and ask her to help me. She squeals in my ear and starts listing all of the things I'll need. It takes about a half a second for me to feel vastly overwhelmed. I decide immediately that I will be the one to bake his cake. I might regret this but I am following his father's recipes. Please, Mr. Mellark. Help me.

Then it's my turn to worry about gifts. Johanna cackles and tells me sex is the best gift but I give that to him every day. Something special, I tell her. So she sends me a lingerie catalogue that makes me blush ten shades of red.

"All Peeta has ever wanted is you," she tells me. "For one night, let him have you. Whatever he wants, give it to him."

It's not that I don't trust him but I know my Peeta and he always puts me first. He wouldn't go with this idea because he'd ask me what I want, and this night isn't about me! So I make up my mind to order the lingerie that Johanna suggested and finish calling everyone to invite to the party. We're still a week away from his birthday and I try to keep everything as secret as I possibly can.

I start to notice that he is acting sort of strange. Almost nervous. When I ask him if everything is alright, he blushes and mumbles 'fine'. So of course I start to worry. I'm terrified that I have done something wrong and it sends me into a panic attack. My panic attack sends Peeta into a flashback and he spends several hours trying to bring himself out of it.

We are so messed up. I could never think of being with anyone else but I don't even think that's possible anymore. We would scare other people away. Maybe that's why we don't have many people over for dinner. We keep to ourselves and sometimes spend time with Haymitch. We rarely see the others, except at work. Johanna has come by, of course, and Effie has come to visit on several occasions and Annie has promised to bring Finn for a visit soon.

That's it. Victors. People who understand us and what we have been through. I start to wonder if we will ever have the normal life that Peeta so desires. I don't think so. But then, as I told him, we aren't normal. And I don't really want to be. So I spend the week trying to figure out what's wrong and if there's any chance of me fixing it before his birthday.