Scarred (Everlark story)

Chapter 6: always

I open my eyes to be blinded by sunlight. "Morning sleepyhead," I hear Peeta's raspy voice. I turn around and smile, happy with the nightmare-free slumber I had last night. "Morning" I mumble smiling, "thanks for saying with me," I thank. "Always," I blush, "it's nice out, you in the mood for a morning picnic?" He smiles. I nod, I love this boy. "Sure I'll go get ready," I say as I get up. "Katniss wait,"
"What?"
He kisses my forehead and shooed me out of the room. I head to the bathroom to shower and get ready. I get dressed up in a long sleeved, thin navy blue top and some light wash skinny jeans. I braid my hair to the side and brush my teeth. I head down the stairs and see Peeta packing our sandwiches and cheese buns in a basket. He has damp hair and is fully clothed, I guess he got ready in his house. I sneaked behind him and grabbed a cheese bun devouring it instantly. He turns around with a chuckle. I kiss his cheek and head to the door, and get my fathers bow and hunting jacket.
"Peeta, it's chilly out, here put this on." I hand the jacket to him,
"Are you sure?" He asks, I love that he knows me so well. This jacket means so much to me.
"I trust you Peeta," I say.
We walk to the woods, as I come up with an idea. I'm bringing Peeta to me and my fathers lake. I mean I love him and I trust him. I love him.
"I know where we should have a picnic," I say,
"Where?" He replies.
"Follow me,"

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"My father used to take me here to go swimming." I explain as Peeta plays with my hair. My head on his lap, as we talk. While the sun is setting, with wonderful colors painted in the sky. He nods. "You miss him don't you?" He asks,
"I sure do." I always was touchy of the subject of my father, but with Peeta it all seems so natural. He combs his fingers through my hair. As he caresses my face.
"Your beautiful," he whispers.
"I'm not pretty, I'm not beautiful. But I am as radiant as the sun." I mumble. One of the many quotes I said during the rebellion and the games.
"You will always me my mockingjay," he whispers. He starts to bow his head down, to kiss me. Butterflies erupt in my stomach but the second our lips touch the butterflies are gone and replaced with fireworks. His tongue licks my lips for entrance which I accept without hesitation. Our tongues explore each other mouths. He pulls away for breath. "I love you, Katniss Everdeen." He states.
"I love you so dearly, Peeta Mellark."
"Always,"
"Always."