LOVE LOVE LOVE Peeta X Katniss

The train 1

This is a one shot that, while reading this book in my twenties, wished happened. It takes place around when Joanna strips in the elevator.

Songs for this chapter;

Love Love Love- Of Monsters and Men

Hold my girl- George Ezra

Lump sum- Bon Iver

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The outfit I was wearing was so tight it almost gave me the appearance of curves. I pull on it as Haymitch, Peeta and I enter the elevator. Before the doors can close a hand reaches in to stop it. Joanna Mason. "Your costumes are amazing. My stylist is a complete idiot." She tells us, as she starts taking off her large tree costume. I peek over at Peeta, who is looking back at me, mostly. Haymitch on the other hand is laughing. Once Joanna is completely bare she turns to face us. I look her straight in the eyes in an attempt to avoid looking at her naked body. She gives me a smirk. "You'd think your fiancé has never seen a naked women before." She says to me, raising her eyebrow and laughing. I glance at Peeta who's eyes are on me.

"I just didn't realize you had so many layers under there." I tell her innocently, now I'm staring at her body. This seems like an act of defiance. I don't like this girl. She just shrugs off my comment and gets out of the elevator on her floor.

Once the doors close I hit both Haymitch and Peeta. They give me a look.

"You shouldn't be looking at her." I tell them, and Haymitch laughs. "Tell your lover boy that, not me." He says, and we get off on our floor.

Haymitch heads to his room, while Peeta and I venture down our hall way. I look him. "Want to meet out here once we change?" I suggests, and he nods.

I remove all my makeup, and release my hair and let it flow freely down my back. Three more days until we are back into the arena, three more days until I die. Maybe I'll last a couple days again, but this time I will not be the victor. It has to be Peeta. Peeta, the one who has risked and done everything in his power for me. I can never repay him for that, but hopefully I can try.

I exit my room, to Peeta sitting on the large couch. He looks up when I exit. I walk over towards the bar, and pour some of the brown stuff into a cup with ice. I've seen Haymitch do this many times.

Peeta gives me a stern look. Before he could say anything I ask, "Would you like one?" To my surprise he nods his head. Maybe he thinks he won't be leaving the arena. I take a sip of the alcohol.

"I'm not coming home." I tell him. The point is moot. Peeta locks eyes with me. He starts like he is going to protest, but takes a sip of the drink instead, I follow suit. "Haymitch has made promises to both of us." He reminds me. And I know this.

I start to feel the warmth of the alcohol in my stomach, and it's radiating all over, slowing down the world slightly.

"Have you ever seen a naked woman?" I blurt out. I start playing with my hair, and look at him. He seems taken aback by this question. He sips his drink.

Jealousy fills my veins, and I can't understand why. I think about Peeta, and I wonder if the world was different where we would be. And I'm surprised I'm sad thinking about my world without Peeta in it. A world where he was in love with another woman.

"You know," he starts clearing his throat. "I've been waiting for someone I love." He tells me, and I feel a pang of guilt. Yet, also a twinge of something in my stomach.

Sex and boys haven't crossed my mind until this year, and this only because it was thrusted upon me. But right now in this moment, I want to do something for Peeta. And maybe a bit for myself. I don't plan on leaving the arena, and maybe this is something I want to experience. Something that I can experience. The thought of Peeta's hands makes my stomach flip flop, and I am comfortable with his touch.