Peeta's pov
All of us enter the familiar 12th floor in the training center that we were assigned to last year. Except for the fact that Katniss and I do not have to stay here. We will be in a different building, where we already met the other victors.
Her and I have been spending the day answering questions they have, and giving them helpful tips. The tributes took mental notes.
We later on bid them goodnight.
As we approach the bedroom where we have once stayed in before not too long ago, she falls asleep instantly.
A good hour or two later, she jerks awake screaming. My words aren't audible over her voice. Katniss covers her ears and squeezes her eyes shut to screech louder.
I slide her body towards mine and place her head under my chin. She continues to violently sob and I become panicked.
"Please," I beg, "You're alright."
I press my lips to hers firmly, which quiets her down tremendously.
The kiss breaks away and she grabs my face before doing it again.
My hands find her waist and I pull her closer onto my lap. The hug comforts me just as much as it comforts her.
A/n HAHAH Merry Christmas this is my gift to you, sorry it wasn't long.
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Mentors
FanfictionWhat if Katniss and Peeta were actually mentors in catching fire after they won the 74th hunger games? The quarter quell would be a hell of a lot different.
