Everlark Drabble (Post-Mockingjay)

I looked at myself in the mirror and I hardly recognize the seventeen-year old girl who went to the games fifteen years ago. The terror-filled eyes and the hollowed cheeks are gone. Instead, before me stood an aged, strong, woman with burnt scars along her arms and a few laugh lines on her face. I have to admit that I liked who I turned out to be.

My eyes shifted to the door behind me. I can see him, slowly closing the door to our room. Finally, our little Pru went to sleep. He turned to look at me in the mirror too and caught my gaze. Despite the burnt scars on his face, his prosthetic leg, and flashbacks that occasionally haunted his waking hours, he is still the same boy to me. The boy with the bread.

Peeta smiled at me, and I turned to face him, and now I’m smiling too. I smile more often now, and not only in the woods. I smile at home when I’m braiding my daughter’s hair, I smile when I see her and Peeta trying to bake cake, and I smile during this tender moments with Peeta when it’s just him and me.

“Is she asleep?” I asked. Peeta nodded, gently pulling me towards him. I can smell the cinnamon and dill that I have now associated with him. I closed my eyes and let his warmth embrace me. I feel that hunger again. Peeta, snuggled his head on my shoulder, and now I can feel his breath on my neck. It’s not doing any good on the swirling sensations in the pit of my stomach.

He pushed me away gently, just far enough to look at me. His eyes are taking on a mischievousness look which made him look like a boy. “Remember when I asked you if you loved me?”

“Yes.” I answered cautiously. What is this about?

“You said “Real”, right?” he said again. A smirk is now forming on his lips and I hate the fact that even after 15 years together, I still can’t fathom what he is thinking. “Yes.” I replied. To my surprise, he swept me off my feet, and carried me to bed. “I just wanted to know how “real” that love is” he said, clearly teasing me. I didn’t know I could giggle, but I did.

He laid me on the bed, and in a second he is looming over me. He placed both my hands on either side of my head and held them there with his own. With him looming over me, and his eyes taking a predatory look, I know I should be scared. But there is something so thrilling about being overpowered by Peeta.

People look at Peeta and they forget how strong he is. Peeta who charmed anyone he talked to. He always made people at feel ease. Because of that ease, they forgot that he has wide shoulders and could lift a hundred pound flour like it was nothing. He could carry me around, even with his prosthetic leg, like I weighed close to nothing.

I know that he’s strong, but he will never hurt me. He only hurt me once when he was hijacked, but he is getting better. And so, instead of fright, I felt… excitement. And longing- there’s that, too.

“Katniss…” he whispered as his face descended on mine, and before his lips claimed my lips, I whispered his name.

The hunger took over and no words were needed right then. I could feel Peeta’s strength on my wrists, on my hips, and inside me. And all I could think of was him, and so I keep calling out his name, moaning, screaming, and begging. And Peeta knew what I needed.

And when I was about to reach that familiar burst of energy, light, and peace, I heard him say, “Katniss…please… I need you…NOW!” he practically growled. Peeta always wanted me to finish first so that he could spend himself on our bed. There was only one time when we both finished and after nine months, I gave birth to Pru.

I held on to his arms now. Strong and steady. “No..” I whispered. His eyes which were close snapped open, and looked at me. There is a dazed look in his eyes and I’m sure my eyes mirrored his. His movements slowed, and I wished he would pick up the pace again. I arched my back to be closer to him, to offer myself to him again.

I pulled his face towards me and kissed him full on the mouth. I can feel him shuddering. “we’ll do it together..” I said. He nuzzled his head on my neck, giving me light kisses from my cheek, down to my neck, and down to my collar bone. “Together” he whispered before my thoughts went blank and the hunger took over completely.

We hold on to each other, totally spent. I rest my head on his chest, like I always do. His hand gently strokes my hair.

“Katniss, you didn’t have to do that. I know I told you I wanted children but I don’t want to force you. Besides, we already have Pru.” Peeta said. I shook my head and looked at him.

“I want to. I want to have a blond boy running around this house too.” I said and it was the truth. Peeta didn’t argue with me. Instead, he pulled me closer, wrapping his hands around me.

I think, there will be no nightmares tonight.

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