Unthinkable

Chapter 13~ Lightheartedness

A/N

This chapter isn't too long and is definitely not my best, but I wanted one that was just settled down. There is a fairly big surprise at the end though. Also, I want to ask if you guys would please check out the the book I'm starting called The Volunteers. I'm still going to be writing Unthinkable, but I might not update as often considering I have two stories to write now. Sorry about the long authors note. I won't put one at the end since you had to suffer through this one so I'll just go ahead and say, comment and vote please and I don't own any of The Hunger Games characters. Read on!

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When I wake up, I'm laying in my bed alone, shivering from the deprivation of Gale's comforting warmth. I ascend from the bed on my two feet, rubbing my eyes briefly to withdraw the bleariness in them. After weaving my hair into a braid, I grab a light, silk blanket and wrap it around my shoulders. As I descend down the stairs, I pull the blanket tighter around my chest and it trails behind me like a cape.

I come to see Gale slumped back against the couch, his legs outstretched far enough for his feet to reach the coffee table ahead of him and recline his feet on it. He seems wide awake and alert as he flips through channels on the television. Maybe he's being watchful because of what happened to me in the woods and I regret telling him what I did immediately when I catch sight of this. When his vigilant eyes see me, he smiles.

"Well hello there sleeping beauty!" he remarks, opening his arms which I willingly fall into without hesitation. "It's three in the morning, I thought you'd never wake up," he laughs.

"Why are you up this late? Shouldn't you have been asleep with me?" I ask.

"I was, but I woke up at around eight like a normal person," he snickers. "Number one reason I'm awake: I'm not tired cause of my nap. Number two: your mother will be here soon enough. I talked to her on the phone and her train is very early. We have a bit less than an hour before she arrives."

I eye him suspiciously. I know he's forgetting one more reason or most likely avoiding it to be honest, but I forbear mentioning it myself.

"Should we go meet her at the train station?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Your mother said not to worry about that," he replies. I'm glad too because I'm still rather drowsy from my overly long nap.

I lay my head in his lap, gazing up at him. His hand finds my braid and his fingers slide down it. Then, he places his hand lightly on the top of my head and strokes my forehead diligently with his thumb. I moan at the soft strokes that send me into a daze as I close my eyes.

"You like that?" he asks and then advances my pleasure by twirling his finger in a loose strand of hair from my braid. I coo with satisfaction in response. I open my eyes and find his staring down at me with mesmerization. Immediately, my eyes are captivated on his. "What about this?" he asks suddenly.

I watch in slow motion him lean down and press his lips against mine. I close my eyes, relishing the moment, savoring the taste of his lips that still lingers on mine when he pulls away. It isn't enough for me because I grip the back of his neck and pull him back down. This kiss is longer, desire for each other burning in the air. It's like the flame sparking his personality collides with mine and each of our hot lips are flaming together creating an all passionate kiss. When both of us pull away I say exactly what's on both of our minds.

"I love you."

I guess it was on his mind too because he says it as well, our voices humming the words in unison. Then, he lifts me up and moves me to the side a bit. My stomach is now in his lap and my head on the couch and before I can wonder what he's doing, he lifts my shirt up to reveal my bare stomach and begins to kiss it. I can't help but giggle at the tender kisses Gale fondly places against it. He circles his lips around my belly button and then the entire circumference of my stomach. I entwine my fingers in the thick locks of his delicate hair, disheveling it.