Finding the Missing Piece: An Everlark Story

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Katniss POV-

I go upstairs after being a little embarrassed he called me out on wearing his clothes but I know he was kidding.

I quickly throw on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and some new socks.

I grab Peeta one of his shirts and some pajama bottoms and head back down stairs.

"Here, you loser." I smirk as I throw the clothes at him, hitting him in the face.

Peeta scoffs and playfully sticks his tongue out at me.

"Watch it!" I say.

"Watch it!" He mimics me.

I stick my tongue out at him now as I shake my head side to side but before I can move, he grabs my tongue with his fingers.

"Peeaaah!" I scream, struggling with my words.

He burst out laughing but still has a grip on my tongue.

"Peaaa legoh oh meh tong!" I say as clearly as I can but it comes out pretty much inaudible.

"Katniss, you are seriously the cutest thing ever." He burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Hanks." I say meaning 'thanks' and he smirks.

"Leggo." I say, the best I can.

"You gonna quit sticking your tongue out?" He asks.

I nod my head 'yes' as best as I can and he releases my tongue. He smiles as he picks up his clothes off the floor and turns to go to the bathroom to change.

"How do you expect me to French kiss you now that my tongue is sore?" I mutter under my breath, kidding.

He turns around and gives me a knowing look, "What was that?" He laughs.

"Nothing." I quickly say and he smirks, then goes to change.

A few minutes later, he comes out and walks over to me slowly and our bodies are centimeters away from each other.

Our lips almost touching.

"What was that you said earlier?" He whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I laugh lightly, throwing my head back a bit. "I said, 'How do you expect me to French kiss you with a sore tongue?' Thank you very much."

Peeta scoffs, "Katniss, we have never French kissed in our lives!" He laughs and begins tickling my sides.

"Peeta! Stop it, you know that I hate being tickled!" I scream out as he chases me through the living room.

I fall onto the ground and he pins my arms over my head and begins poking the little gap between my collarbone.

This drives me insane.

I laugh uncontrollably as he continues and I beg for mercy but just smirks and continues poking me.

"Peeta!" I cry out and he finally stops, climbing off of me and helps me sit up.

All out of breath.

"Thank you, Brat." I say scrunching my nose.

"I love you." Peeta says in a high pitched voice and eyebrows raised.

"I love you too." I say in the same high pitched voice and crash my lips onto his.

Just to freak me out, he begins pushing his tongue into my mouth just the slightest bit, just to tease me.

We have seriously never French kissed before but we have come quite close.

I roll my eyes and I feel him smirking as we continue moving our lips in sync.

I ignore his actions and continue the full of passion kiss.

These are the moments you want to last forever but somehow they always get ruined.

"Woah!" I hear a voice squeal.

We instantly break away and I look up to find no one other than my little sister, Prim.

"Prim! I am so sorry that you saw that!" Peeta apologizes and his face begins to turn red, it's not the first time she's walked in on us like this.

"It's okay but you two were gettin it on!" She says and high fives Peeta.

"Prim!" I scold her and laugh out loud.

"What? You are young and in love and that was cute." She smiles.

I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"Well, it was adorable, until you ruined it!" I say, lightly tossing a couch pillow in her direction.

Peeta laughs at me and Prim smirks as she skips happily out of the room, probably to go tell my mother.

"I would have to agree, that was pretty hot." Peeta chuckles.

"Peeta!" I say in the same voice I used for Prim just seconds ago.

"What?" He laughs and begins to lift his eye brows up and down in a fast motion.

"And you tried to French kiss me, Mister." I say, annoyed.

Peeta laughs a little, "I was kidding. I knew we wouldn't do that."

"I didn't say we couldn't though." I tease.

Peeta laughs, "Maybe one day we can." He winks.

"Wait, I thought Prim was going to Rue's?"

"In the morning, I guess." I shrug my shoulders.

A little later, we decide it's time for bed.

Peeta grabs his sleeping bag he has here and sets it up next to my bed like always.

"Goodnight, Mr. Tried-To-French-Kiss-Me..." I say in the dark, a huge evil grin plastered on my face, waiting for his reply.

"Goodnight. My beautiful, sarcastic, princess. I love you." He says and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"I love you too." I say and instantly fall to sleep, only to be awakened by nightmares just hours later.