Finding The Life of a Victor ~ The Story of Katniss Everdeen

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      "Stay with me?" I ask, but this time I mean it in an entirely different way, and Peeta knows what it means.

    "Always." He replies. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. I lay back down, still kissing him, and he gets on top of me. His hands slip into mine, pinning them against the pillow.  His tongue separates my lips, and from this moment on, I am utterly helpless. I am at his command. His lips leave mine and make their way to my neck. One of his hands slides down from mine to my dress strap. He looks at me.

     "Can I?" He asks. I nod and then he slips the dress off of me. He goes back to kissing my neck, and my hands end up tugging at his shirt. He understands what this means and helps me take it off. His lips move from my neck to my breasts, and then my waist. He looks up at me, and I know what he's asking. I nod and his lips move to a more sensitive area. My breath quickens as his hands hold my waist. He sits back up and I start to undo his belt. He's gentle the entire time, but when that part comes, he does it a little faster than last time and I can't help but yell his name. He looks up at me, worried, and I nod signaling him to go on. I cover my mouth to quiet myself, but he takes my hand away. "It's okay." he tells me, so I stop trying to supress the moans. Eventually, it starts to become a little too much, so I wrap an arm around his back, the other supporting my weight, and accidentally scratch his back.

     He looks at me and asks, "Do I need to slow down?"

     "No." I tell him. Many sounds come out of me and I can't help but continue to scratch, but Peeta, like always, knows how to talk to me.

     "You're okay. You're safe with me." and I already knew this, but it's different when Peeta says it. "You're doing great."

     Time has passed, though I don't know how much, and he lays down next to me, taking me in his arms.

     "I love you, Katniss Mellark." when he says this, everything just stops.

     "What?" I ask him, making sure I heard him right, but he's fast asleep. We're both drunk, he didn't mean that. I think, but hearing him call me that makes me wish we were married. It'll happen someday, no doubt, but for some reason the thought of 'Mellark' as my last name, rings, hell even children make me love him more than I thought was possible. I look up at him, and think one more thought, Will you marry me, Peeta Mellark?, and then I fall asleep.

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     I wake up and immediately feel sick. A hangover. I think to myself before running to the bathroom. I puke more than I ever have, then feel Peeta moving my hair out of my face.

     "Are you okay, baby?" He asks.

     "Yea." I say after I stop vomiting. "Never had a hangover before." I say, knowing I've never even been drunk before. I don't know why I'm embarrassed about this.

     "Me neither." He says, but he's not sick like me so I'm not sure I believe him. "I have to go to town today so I'll send Johanna and Annie over here to take care of you."

     "Okay, wait. What are you up to today, lover boy?" I ask playfully.

     "Well, I heard the bakery needs an owner, so I'm gonna go check it out." He tells me very excitedly.

     "Peeta! I'm so happy for you! Good luck, baby!" I tell him as he's walking out the door.

     "Oh! I can't believe I almost forgot!" He says as he walks back over to kiss me.