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hey guys, so here's this. but i am planning to do a few bonus scenes and would like to know what you guys want. I already have two in mind, but am thinking it'd be good to have one more. By that i mean things i didn't write that you really love and want to see of a small snippet from someone else's perspective like Johanna or Peeta. So brainstorm and message me about it! Enjoy this chapter, I love Johanna.
35
Strength
I spent the rest of my night making a grass roof over Katniss and Peeta to protect them from the sun. Then I made more baskets and collected all kinds of shellfish and dropped them into the baskets. I managed to stop the tears by the time Katniss joined me, but I'm willing to bet I looked like a wreck. She was kind enough not to say anything. Especially when she saw all the food I collected. It was good, like being home.
Then we were given a gift of medicine. Our scabs have become so unbearably itchy my mind threatens to snap. Katniss was coated in blood when she woke up from unconsciously scratching herself.
Now Katniss opens the tube and scowls as she sniffs it. I can smell the weird smell all the way from here. It smells like tar and some sharp, almost mint smell I've never experienced before. She globs the medicine into her hand and rubbing it in, a moan escaping her lips that draws me back for a second. Never before have I heard her make a sound so sexual, but it's one I've heard many times. She doesn't seem to notice or care, and keeps rubbing in the medicine. I grimace as her skin turns a putrid grayish green. She tosses the tube to me, but I continue to scowl.
"It's like you're decomposing," I say, watching as even her face turned the color of dry mucus. A particularly intense itching makes my foot twitch and I grab the tube, rubbing it over my skin. The relief is instantaneous and yes, just as pleasurable as Katniss' moan suggested. I close my eyes and soak it in, and then continue. Katniss and I coat each other, and the more I put on the more I realize how disgusting I look. I'm afraid my skin is going to just fall right off and leave me a pile of bone and muscle.
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" Katniss teases, putting some ointment behind her ear. She looks like an rotten, marred fish discoloring in the sewer pools. I've seen such a thing, and I almost get sick thinking I look like that too. If there was any question of me being attracted to Katniss ever, it's now been defeated.
"It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed all these years?" I return with a smirk.
"Just avoid mirrors, you'll forget about it."
I laugh and shake my head, "Not if I keep looking at you."
When we finish with ourselves, Katniss stands up and stretches. "I'm going to wake Peeta," she says.
I can't imagine the shock he's going to get seeing her when he wakes up.
Wait!
"No, wait," I whisper confidentially, "Let's do it together. Put our faces right in front of his."
Katniss grins devilishly and says, "We're probably going to get punched...."
"Worth it," I smile back.
She nods and irrational excitement fills me up as we position ourselves on either side of Peeta and lean in until we're only inches from his face. Katniss calls out in a soft, loving, sing-song voice; "Peetaaa. Peeta, wake UUuup."
Peacefully, serenely, his eyelids flutter open and then his face turns to horrified shock and he cringes away from us. "AH!"
I'm consumed with laughter as Katniss and I topple over, laughing harder every time we got a look at his indignant face. It was all just so funny and perfect. Katniss is looking at me with newfound appreciation, and I can see I've won a part of her over.
