Catching Fire: You and Me

Chapter 17:

after almost 3 minutes i finally give in and blink, losing the continuous staring contest me and Peeta were in the middle of.

"success!" he shouts throwing his arms up in victory.

"vous le souhaitez!" i tease him, of course bringing a smile to his face. i kiss him once but refuse when he asks what that means. "i'm not telling!" i taunt giving him another kiss on the nose. "do you want me to teach you, Peeta?" i ask intently.

"yeah, sure." he says nodding slightly.

"bien. Oui. Réf. salle de bains. allez vous faire foutre." i state simply. "okay. yes. no. bathroom. fuck off. thats all you really need for basic conversation around here." i say laughing and taking a gulp of hot chocolate.

"cool. i like it!" he says, truly fascinated.

"so if i asked you 'how about we go make out?' or 'comment on allait faire sortir?' you would say..."

"uhh...... wee?" he says more like a question.

"close enough. its more like oo-ee. but with a certain flow to it!" i say smirking to myself.

"ooweee!" he says giving me a odd look.

"better. you'll get there!" i say with a wink.

"so about that question. were you seriou-"

i cut off his words with my lips, tackling him over on the couch. his hands find my waist and i smile under the kiss breaking away for a mere second just to say, "yes."

"i love you so much." he whispers when we break for air.

"je t'aime trop." i say nibbling on his ear lightly.

"i have no idea what that means but it sounds hot!" he says in a rushed tone before going for my neck roughly.

right as he catches the hem of my top the door flies open and ther slight gasp.

"you two are disgusting." Haymitch sneers. "but anyway, french girl, you got a call im assuming." he says.

"oh! what did they say?" i ask frantically.

"i dont know! they were speaking.....stupid! i couldnt understand it just talk to them!" he almost whines before shoving the phone in my hand and stalking out.

"Bojour?" I ask."Oh. je vois." i whisper. "Je veux dire je suis un peu au milieu de quelque chose en ce moment." i whine. "cela peut-il attendre?" i ask geitting impatient."mère! je n'aime pas ce que vous pensez que je l'aime!" i shout hanging up on my own mother once again.

"who was it?" Peeta asks.

"my mom. shes pissed." i say simply, diving angrily into the bed.

Peeta pulls me on top of him and wraps his arms around me tightly, kissing my forehead.

"it's okay." he whispers, he lips barely brushing the skin on my ear, making me shiver.

he puts his hands on my stomach and kisses it gently.

"you know you can't keep hiding this from your mother forever. she'll find out eventually." he says looking deeply into my ugly gray eyes.

"Peeta?" i ask softly.

"hmm?"

"have i ever shown you what i actually look like?" i say.

"no. what do you mean?" he says suspiciously.

"my hair and eyes, they're not real." i say.

"show me." he mutters. "i bet your just as beautiful as always." he adds tucking a strand of my died hair behind my ear.