Fighting for you: Always

You idiot Katniss!

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Katniss POV

During dinner, we talked politely about who had moved to the district and the bakery being rebuilt. Peeta seems really passionate about it and talks constantly for twenty minutes; I'm fine with this because it means I have a legit reason to just stare at him. I was just thinking how his shirt perfectly matches his eyes when he stops and blushes.

'Im sorry, I must be boring you.' He says blushing even more and looking down at his empty plate.
'Not at all!Its cute how you're so interested in it.'

WAIT WHAT!!!!

WHAT DID I JUST SAY!!!!

Oh my god, I was fine when the little voice was in my head but now it's coming out my mouth?????

I feel myself going red all over, I can't even bring myself to look at Peeta so I focus on the floor like its the most interesting thing in the world. I've never been more embarrassed in my life. Of course, it turns out I'm wrong.

I say this because, when I go to clear our plates, I fumble with them and they slip out of my hand and smash on the hard, oak floor. A small piece flys up and hits Peeta square on the nose; it makes a cut which soon blood is rushing out off, all over Peeta's face.

'Oh my god! I'm so sorry!' I gush, 'Let me put something on it!' I rush over to the bathroom and rip off some toilet paper. I run back to Peeta who is trying- and failing- to stop the bleeding with his hands. 'Im such an idiot!' I mutter as I walk over to him, avoiding the bits of sharp china that now litter the floor.

'No, you're not!' Peeta said defending me, like he always used to do.
'Shut up, we both know I am!'
'No you're not!'
'Yes I am!'
'You aren't!'
'Am!'
'Aren't'
'I so am!'
'You so aren't!'

I roll my eyes, 'What will it take for you to shut up?' I ask, half teasingly, half dead-serious.
'Admit that you aren't an idiot!' Peeta says, looking into my eyes. I immediately look away, if I don't I'll probably find myself saying how adorable and perfect I think he is.

'But I am! I made you bleed!'
'I still am bleeding by the way...' Peeta says, looking like he's just remembered. I gasp as I walk over to him, mentally slapping myself over the head for being so stupid. I mean, I was so busy arguing that I was an idiot, I forgot why I was such an idiot in the first place!

You idiot Katniss!

I brush his fringe out of the way, trying hard to ignore the sparks that swept through my body as I did so, and press the tissue hard on his cut. Within ten seconds, blood had soaked through the tissue so I go to get some more. I give it to Peeta and then start to clear the broken plates away from the floor.

'Hey Katniss?' Peeta says softly from above me,
'Yeah?' I glance up to find him posing with one hand on his hip, the other still pressing the tissue to his nose, he sticks the other hip out and says, 'Do I look cute now?'Peeta slurs, in an over the top, seductive voice.

And with that I burst into laughter.