Peeta and I resumed to our position on the end of my bed and sat quietly. "Well this is fun." Peeta said sarcastically. I laughed more than I should have, feeling awkward.
After a moment of silence trying to fade away my over enthusiasm, Peeta turned towards me and grabbed my hand. My heart picked up and I turned to look at him too. It lasted for a brief moment before I turned back again to look at the floor, my back slumped and my hands now extremely sweaty and folded together.
Peeta assumed the same position. "Why do you worry about me?" He asked, with a sudden gentleness in his voice that made me want to grab it and wrap myself up in it. His tone and volume were perfect, sending chills down my back. Silence filled the tribute living quarters.
"I hate losing people." I sighed. "I was going to pull another 'I-need-you-for-the-games' thing but that's really it. Not that I don't need you for the games, I would be lost without you here, seriously-" I rambled on. Peeta stared at me as I blushed.
"Katniss." We stared into each others eyes for a while, "You don't know how much I need you." He said seriously, but still with the same gentle tone. He brushed away a string of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear.
Before we knew what we were doing, our lips had locked and we were falling more and more into a kiss. We sunk to be laying on our sides on the same silky sheets, never break the kiss. His top still looked perfectly crinkled and his eyes were closed. Should I have closed my eyes too? I left them open so I coild watch the way his arms tensed and moved as he held my face.
I now kneeled above him, still kissing his soft plump lips and he nudged his head along. Finally the kiss broke and slowly I lowered myself to be almost laying on him. I was kind of scared that I might have crushed him so I was still propped up on my arms.
He laughed. "You can lay on me you know. I've had flour sacks fall on me before." I smirked. "Are you saying I'm as heavy as a flour sack?" I flirted, then fell onto his smooth torso. We both closed our eyes.
I nudged my nose against his, planting a light kiss on his nose. I pulled away from it and rolled onto my side, realising that my nose was scratching and feeling it with my fingers. "What are you doing?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbows to question me.
I hid my nose behind my hand, ashamed. "Nothing." I said, but my words were muffled through my fingers. They fell in front of my mouth too. Peeta shook his head lightly. "You don't need to be ashamed about any imperfections. We all have them, see?" He said taking my hand away and placing it on his hip.
I felt embarassed to be touching under his pants' waist line, but I kind of enjoyed it. There I felt a scar, lined with goosebumps. He was nervous under my touch.
I used my other hand to pull his away and stroked along the raised line. His eyes read that he was surprised. I stared straight at him as I pulled out my fingernails and sliced along the scar.
His face looked terrified as I opened up a fleshy wound on his hips and slid my first hand in. It was a deep cut in his hip and I opened it further with my other hand. He started to scream, all the while I hissed in return as I proceeded to dive into his hip and through his body.
I swam through his blood stream and up his torso to reach his beating heart. I took it in my hands, detatched the aorta, and began to drink through it as a straw. I had done it. I had succesfully made it into Peeta Mellark and gained control of his body system.
He was mine. That weak bread boy truly did need support now. Teach him not to fall in love with Katniss Everdeen.
