Simply Everlark (After Mockingjay)

Chapter 14

I can't think straight through this whole process. It's been so long since I have kissed Peeta and with this quick boost to regain my memory, I realize how much I missed it. I missed us.

Our mouths are molded together. What started with a soft kiss is slowly turning more passionate as time progresses. My hands make the daring move of brushing up his arms, eventually making it up to the base of his neck where they lie, playing with the ends of his hair in the process.

The hunger that was taking over my body through every one of our other intimate moments is eating at me now. It's so strong, much stronger than the ones shared in both of the games, and now, there is nothing stopping us.

Everything around our two bodies is gone. I can't hear the train's hum or the clinking of glasses. It seems as if it is only Peeta and I right now sharing this moment with nothing else in our way to keep it from happening.

His hands slowly brush over the top of my thigh, inching up ever so slightly atop of my burning skin. Peeta's hands stop when they reach the indents of my waist. There he grips and it earns a shudder from my weak state. With his large hands holding my body, the gesture keeps me from falling over. Without his support I would have already toppled over onto the floor, unable to control the emotions that this kiss is providing me with.

But feeling like we had just started, I struggled catching my breath. As much as I didn't want to pull away just yet, I was forced to and at the moment having the need for larger lungs was something that wish I had.

I pull back slightly just at the moment where I think my face is a deep purple color from lack of oxygen. My forehead is resting on his as I pant releasing heavy breaths through my swollen lips. I can tell that Peeta is breathing faster than usual too, feeling the air fan across my face.

I take the moment too look up from my feet to catch Peeta's expression. My hands are still resting on the back of his neck while his rest on my waist, gripping slightly tighter now. His eyes are still resting on the ground while he carefully is still trying to catch his breath. But I can see how dilated his pupils are as they take over most of the bright blue color that resembles much like a ring around the blackness. His lips are swollen, too. They have a brighter pink tint to the puffy surface.

As I am examining all of his features, I can tell that his breathing is slightly slowing. With our foreheads still leaning on each other and our lips just a mere inch apart, Peeta finally looks up. His eyes catch mine and I notice how the black in them change, shrinking and growing the longer he stairs. The blue surrounding his pupil is so much brighter than I have ever seen before. Instead of fear, the blue shades mimic wonder and partial shock.

His eyes suddenly flutter shut, concealing the mass of color behind his eyelids. At first I'm not sure what he is doing- maybe taking a few moments to realize what just happened. But, my thoughts are answered when he dips his head down connecting out lips once again.

This one is different, though. It's filled with much more passion rather than hunger for each other. We make very little movement other then readjusting our parted lips. I can feel Peeta smile as his full lips become tight and I can feel his teeth under mine.

"I have been waiting so long to hear you say that." he whispers against my lips, "To hear you say you love me."

I smile back. The weight that was lifted off of my shoulders to confessing my love for him is so relieving. Not forgetting how powerful the result was to speaking.

"I would have told you earlier, but I was too scared to finally admit it- not just to you but also myself." I confess still voice just in a whisper.

He nods with my head moving along with his still being connected. He removes one of his hands from my waist and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of place. Gently but very slowly, Peeta removes his forehead from mine and makes better eye contact then before.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he says with a voice still in a whisper even though we are well away from each other.

I nod, and that's it. I don't open my mouth to speak because I am afraid that it will fool me, spilling the truth out. Because even though I agreed, some things can't be told to Peeta.

"Alright if I'm right then we should almost be at the train stati-" Haymitch enters the room with no warning and smirks when he sees our appearance, "Was I interrupting a moment here?"

My hands drop from Peeta's neck and I can feel the rush of heat rise onto my face. Peeta on the other hand is unaffected. His one hand still remains on the indent of my hip as his gaze is locked on Haymitch, anger present through his expression. I'm guessing he still isn't over the argument the two had earlier.

Neither of us say anything. While Peeta is sending looks of hate in Haymitch's direction, my eyes are locked on Peeta's chest being too cowardly to look up.

"Okay," he finally speaks up after a long moment of silence, "I was just going to tell you two that we should be at twelve's train station soon. You might want to get your things ready." he says quickly before raising his glass towards us and exiting the room. Strange man.

We sit for a while, not doing anything except recovering from the embarrassing encounter with Haymitch. I haven't lifted my eyes up once and I can honestly say that I have memorized all of the rugged wrinkles on Peeta's shirt.

His hand that was once resting on my waist is removed and I am felt with a loss of warmth. I look up from the sudden movement to see that he is already up out if the couch we were once sharing.

"Stay here." he says while styling his hair with his fingers. I hadn't even noticed how rugged I had made it look while occupying my hands through the kiss. "I'm going to go get your things."

I'm about to object but he is already gone. I had completely forgot about about my head injures through the whole time we were together. There were no pains that stuck in my head like pins and hammering on my skull. When Peeta and I were together, there was nothing in the way of our moment.

He comes back into the room much faster then I had anticipated. Bags are slung over his shoulders while a smile is on his face to mask any difficulties from carrying so much weight. I laugh at his stubbornness slightly knowing that he would never give in to dropping any of the bags.

The zippers on the duffel cling as he takes easy steps in my direction. Right when he is towering above my sitting state still on the couch, he holds out both of his hands.

"What are you doing?" I question only watching his smile stretch a bit farther.

"I'm going to carry you." he shrugs, acting like adding my weight would be nothing for him to carry.

"You can't-" I start to say but happen to be too late.

His hands are slipped on the small of my back and the back of my knees, the same way he had carried me everyday in the hospital. With a gentle tug, he lifts my whole body and I am resting in his arms once again.

"You know," I start to say as I watch his head look down at the sound of my voice. "I think I'm okay to walk now. It's been a week since the accident."

"I know." he states hesitating to say the next sentence. "I'm just not ready to let you go yet."

(A/N)

•It's been long time, hasn't it? Sorry about the wait I am going to start updating more frequently now (twice a week) !

• I am happy to say that I am writing a new book! It's going to be called 'Flame' and it will be a modern Hunger Games FanFiction. The first update should be up tomorrow so... Mind checking it out?

• And lastly, thank you all for the positive feedback! It means so much for so many reads and votes and... what not.

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