The hunger games; growing together

2-Pillow fight.

I wake up from my sleep, and turn to my right to see a still sleeping Peeta next to me. He faces me, heavy breathing, and his strong arm around me waist.

I slowly sit myself up, not wanting to wake him. I often do this in the mornings, just stare at the person who lays next to me. He saved me life. Another reason as to why I owe him.

It must be about half an hour of me just watching his chest rise and fall before he starts to murmur. I look at the alarm clock next to my bed and see it's 7:30am and decided to wake him. I do so ever so carefully, gently kissing his soft cheek. I do this for a while but he still doesn't wake. I stare, for a bit before planning my next action. I decided to give him a big snog of the lips. 'That'll wake him' I think.

I straddle him and kiss him. As I do, I feel his lips form into a smile and he lets out a laugh. I sit up right, assessing what just happened.

"Where you asleep?" I ask demandingly. His lips form into a mischievous smile.

"I was, but then I felt you kiss my cheek, so I decided to play it out to get an even bigger kiss from you. And hey, it worked!" He says with a big snigger.

I tightly shut my lips together to try to hide the smile which can't help but appear. I'm trying to be mad at him.

I grab the pillow from next to me and wack him in the face with it.

"Ahh" he says as the force of the pillow smashes into his face. I'm giggling uncontrollably now. "Ohhh that's how you wanna play?" He says grabbing the pillow which had fallen onto the wooden floor in the night. I jump up from him and start to make my way for the bedroom door. I feel the impact of Peeta's pillow thrown into me. I continue running all the way downstairs, to the kitchen.

Peeta slowly follows me to the kitchen, topless. I'm sure that's his tactic to winning this pillow fight, take off his bed shirt to distract me.

I run around the kitchen table, with Peeta still on my trail. He catches me, picking up by the waist, and plonks me down on the sofa in our living room. He put his knees on my hand, and the rest of his body weight is on me so I cannot move. I know what's coming now.

He tickles me, knowing I'm extremely ticklish, and digging his big hands into my sides. I'm laughing until I'm crying now.

"Peeta get off!" I scream, although I am still laughing.

He stops tickling me and begins to kiss my neck. I take off my vest as he does so in the heat of the moment. I run my hands through his blonde soft locks.

That's when we are interrupted by the door opening.

"You have any geese food? I just ran out." Haymitch says before seeing what Peeta and I are up to. "Oh-" finishes Haymitch.

Since coming back home to district 12, Haymitch drinks much less now, he's sober almost  all the time. However, he now raises geese. And loves them. To the point you might think they are more then birds to Haymitch.

I sigh, climb off Peeta, and head to the kitchen cupboard. "I think we still have some from that time you went on holiday to district 1" I call out. 

A hungry Buttercup comes running into the kitchen on hearing the sound of the cupboard opening.

Yes we still have Buttercup. To my surprise, he's not that bad now. I mean, I used to absolutely loathe him, now I would say I like him. We bonded in the first few months I returned from war. He came all the way from district 13 to find Prim, but of course she is dead. We both grieved together and Buttercup became my friend. Greasy Sae and Peeta were here to look after me and grieve with me, but it wasn't the same. They didn't know Prim like me and Buttercup did.

"Hey stupid." I say as I drop him a treat. I walk  back to the living room and hand Haymitch his geese food. "Thanks! Rupert was really hungry." Haymitch says as he walks away. I roll my eyes and close the door. My eyes meet Peeta's ocean blue ones and we both laugh. "Moment ruined." He giggles.

I snuggle into him, our legs entwine and his strong arm wraps around me. "Another time." He says with a giggle before we both drift back off to sleep.