A Healing Mockingjay

Chapter 4

After dinner, Finnick, Johanna, Peeta and I start to head back to our compartment 9AB. "Hey, I think I'm gonna stop by Haymitch's real quick to just check up on him. I'll meet you guys back up there in a few minutes," I stop to tell the rest of the group.

"Okay cool," Finnick says continuing to walk down the hall.

"Tell the drunkard I said 'hi'," Johanna calls out.

"Hey, wait up I'll come with you," Peeta says walking back towards my direction.

I stop in my tracks to wait for him.

"7AB right?" Peeta asks.

"From the last he told us, yes I believe so."

"Cool. Do you mind me coming along?" Peeta asks nonchalantly.

"No, not at all. I've actually wanted to spend some more time with you lately," I say, also nonchalantly.

Peeta stops his pace. "I think that's really sweet of you," he directs his eye contact to me.

I stop walking, too. But Peeta's sly remarks never fail to make me blush.

Peeta tries to hide his side-smirk, and continues to walk but in a slower pace.  Almost as if he's strolling along the sidewalk of a park. "I think you look beautiful," Peeta says once again making direct eye contact with me.

"Why are you saying that?" I question him.

"It's just a compliment, Katniss."

"Oh, thank you," I say a bit awkwardly.

Peeta chuckles.

"What?" I'm starting to grow irritable and impatient.

"Nothing, calm down. I just like it when you blush. It's cute," Peeta laughs to himself.

I nudge his arm with my elbow, and he catches hold of my arms. He looks at me in all seriousness. "I think we missed Haymitch's compartment," he says only about an inch away from my face.

"Then maybe we should turn around," I suggest, inching a bit closer to his face as well. Two could play at this game.

He pauses as my sarcasm hits in, he probably was just expecting me to blush or make a fool out of myself. He grins then looks at my lips, then back to my eyes.

"Katniss," he whispers as he looks back down to my lips.

"What do you want," I whisper back. Now it's my turn to exchange a look between his eyes and lips. Don't. Give. In. Not here at least.

His arms find my waist as we touch foreheads. Peeta leans in. Don't give in...

Before our lips fully meet, I pull my head slightly back and demand, "Tell me what you want." There you go. Take charge.

Peeta squeezes my hips, "I want you."

..

My breathing starts to get heavy. We move our way through between what looks like room 8AB, so close to making it back to Haymitch's, or our own compartment that is. No one seems to live here. That's good. The lights are off, even better. We hit a couch. Going great. Peeta lands on top of me, he begins to unbutton my wrinkled district 13 greysuit. I head for his belt buckle. Our mouths never once break for air. Peeta breaks our kiss and goes for my neck, my bra's fully revealed while I gasp for air. Either the air conditioning is nonexistent in this compartment or we've taken all the cold air in, but I feel like I'm sweating buckets. Not exactly the greatest turn-on, but Peeta doesn't seem to mind, he's focusing on other things. I connect my mouth back again with his breaking only quickly as I inch his shirt off of him. Soon, the only thing left on is my panties and his boxers.