Gummy Bear Kisses

Chapter Twelve

~Katniss~

I'm immediately greeted with the familiar, pounding headache of a hangover when I awake. I wince. "Oh crap," I sigh, lifting my hand to my head. As I lift my arm, my elbow brushes against something, or more like someone. Oh my god, I don't remember crap from last night. Please be Peeta, please be Peeta, please be Peeta. I glance over and see his face. Peeta. Thank you, Jesus! I sigh in relief, only to wince in pain. I lift the covers slightly, and we are indeed naked. Peeta, who's sleeping on his stomach, stirs and I go stalk still. Oh my god, we did it. Before marriage. Johanna was right. I don't know why, but I feel...content. I don't regret anything. I smile, the pounding in my head still making itself known. I turn my head slowly and find blue eyes staring at my gray ones.

We don't say anything. I guess because we both are having a hangover and are trying to remember last night. "How'd we get here?" He asks quietly and huskily. "I don't even know," I giggle. I grab my head. "Oh fudge," I hiss. I notice that I'm hoarse. I'll probably lose my voice later today. I look back at Peeta, who has his face buried in the pillow. I move my leg until I feel his leg against mine. He turns his head slowly and looks at me. "W-What's wrong?" I ask quietly. "Other than this hangover, the fact that we broke our rule last night," he murmurs. I gently reach for his arm under the covers. I pull it over my stomach and scoot closer to him. He looks at me again, but I get a wave of nausea. "Oh god," I murmur, gagging some. Peeta sits up, I'm sure fighting his dizziness by the way he has to stable himself. He grabs the small trash can beside my bed and holds it towards me. I take it, roll over in the bed until I'm leaning over the edge with the can below me, and begin to vomit. I feel Peeta's hand on my back as I tuck my bangs behind my ears. That's when I noticed that my hair is frizzy, tangled, and my curls have been sweated out. I gag again before vomiting again.

Once I've vomited what I believe to be every ounce of alcohol in my system, the can's almost full, I lay back down. Peeta has fallen back asleep so I snuggle close to him. He wraps his arm around me in his sleep, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sleepy smile. I can't help but smile when I see this. I close my eyes, but they shoot open once I realize something. There wasn't a condom in that trash can...

~Effie~

"They were like wild animals, Haymitch," I sigh over the phone, sipping out of my coffee mug. "What do you mean, Princess?" I purse my lips. "They were...you know-ing all night long. You know I'm not one to swear, but I swear Katniss has never been that loud. Not even while acting in a part. I just hope there were not any complaints to management."

"Me too. That would be gossip gold. Katniss Everdeen, kicked out of hotel because of loudness. I can already see it," he chuckles. "That is not funny, Haymitch! Her reputation is on the line-"

"Calm down, Princess. Loosen your corset, have a drink. No, better yet, lose the corset and have a drink."

"You are such a pervert, Haymitch-"

"Only for you." I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I blush. "T-This is serious, Haymitch."

"I know, and I am serious," he replies. "Haymitch, Katniss is one of the very best actresses out there. If something like this just so happens to be leaked out to the public, that all can crumble down like Pompeii."

"That bad?"

"Yes-"

"I don't think so because the poor kid seems like she needs a break from all the glitz and glam. She wants to come back home and actually breathe."

"Well, she cannot. Or at least right now she cannot. This is the climax of her career."

"When are you leaving?"