I feel a slight breeze ruffle the hair that lies across my face. I sigh, not wanting to open my eyes. My eyelids feel heavy. I let them open halfway. I look down at my body and see I am fully dressed. I raise my eyebrows, "Was it a dream?" I wonder aloud. I push back the covers and then attempt to sit up. The pain is immediate. I feel tears in my eyes for a split second. "Nope, definitely reality." I whisper and stand, slowly.
I take slow steps to the door and see the evident signs of Peeta. The window is wide open; and there is a tray of tea on the dresser with a small loaf of bread. I smile to myself and make my way to the bathroom and when I emerge, he is sitting on the bed, smiling at me.
"Hey, sleepy head." He pulls me into his arms as he says this. I feel his warm hands rubbing my back, "Have a nice night?" He whispers in my ear, playfully.
I bat at his arm and pull away, "No, I actually didn't," When his face falls, I smile and grab his hand, "I had an amazing night." I whisper.
He looks into my eyes and smiles, "So did I." He squeezes my hand and leads me over to the bed and places the tray between us.
"So, what's for breakfast?" I ask playfully, and intertwine my fingers with his.
He smiles and pours us both some tea, "Well, we have wonderful white bread and green tea, plus," He whispers and leans close to me, "All the sweets you can get." He kisses me.
I let out a cross between a moan and a gasp, and then lean into his kiss. I dig my fingers into his back and pull him onto of me, knocking over the tray, sending the tea falling to the ground. But neither of us breaks the kiss to pick it up.
When we both come up form air, he begins to kiss right below my jaw and down my neck. I let out a soft moan, but then stop, because I hear it, "Peeta," I hiss. He keeps kissing down my neck, making my mouth release another soft moan, but I push against his shoulder, "Peeta!"
He looks up at me, "What?"
I hear the steps coming up the stairs, "Someone's here!" I hiss.
But it's too late, his strong legs are still straddling me, his lips still close to my neck, and my shirt is still halfway off, without either of us meaning to remove it, when the door swings open.
At first he doesn't look directly at us, his eyes go to the spilt tea on the floor and the bread and tray kicked off the bed. But the second his gray eyes reach the two of us on the bed, his eyebrows shoot up in shock.
"Haymitch!" I squeal as Peeta jumps off me and practically pulls his pants up to his chest. I push my shirt down to my waist and blush beet red, "Wha
what are you doing here?" I ask, my voice shaking in embarrassment.
His eyes move between the two of us. Peeta has his hands covering his face, obviously attempting to cover up his girlish blushing. He points to the open window, "I heard a crash and decided to come up in case you were in trouble." He says, his voice showing his embarrassment, "But I guess that you're in capable hands." He quickly turns on his heel and begins his trek down the stairs.
Peeta quickly follows him and follow Peeta, "Haymitch, wait!" He says and grabs his shoulder. "You can stay for breakfast if you want to."
Haymitch just lets out a soft chuckle, "Alright, so neither of you mined I just walked in on you having sex?" he sneers. The fumes of his breath are just hitting me.
I gag, but hold my ground. "We were not having sex!" I hiss, "We were just
" my voice trails off, we were just what? A million excuses run thorough my head as Haymitch stares at me expectantly, well as expectant as a man who is dead drunk can be. "Just
" The first decent thing that enters my head shoots out of my mouth, "Socializing!" I regret the words the second they're out of my mouth.
Haymitch lets out an obnoxiously loud laugh, "Socializing! That's a new name for it!" He starts coughing because he is laughing so hard.
Peeta looks at me, an amused twinkle in his eyes, "Socializing?" He mouths and chuckles softly, the right red fading from his face.
I take a deep breath, "Yes, socializing!" I snap at Haymitch, I need to come up with a reasonable explanation why Peeta was on top of me, so I pause for another second, "We were just discussing and such!"
When I look up at Haymitch's face, he has the most amused look on his face, so I just hang my head and sigh, "Whatever, sex." I mumble as Haymitch guffaws.
Even Peeta lets out another soft chuckle and wrap his arms around me, "But really, Haymitch, you can stay for breakfast, I think I know something to help with your hangover."
Haymitch eyes the two of us, and then nods, "Alright, just don't strip down while I'm watching." He turns around and stumbles down the stairs.
I glance up at Peeta and he kisses my forehead, "Smooth one, Everdeen." He lets go of me and jogs down the stairs.
I sigh and walk into the bedroom. I begin to clean up the spilt tea and bread on the ground. Once there is just a large puddle of tea sitting on the floor, I walk downstairs and toss the tray and tea pot into the sink. I place the bread on the counter, not knowing what to do with it.
Peeta and Haymitch are sitting at the table eating another loaf of bread, my favorite kind, the one with berries and almonds inside. I sit down in the chair next to Peeta. I snatch a piece of bread from his plate and laugh when he makes a face at me.
"Haymitch was just saying he is now owns geese." I can tell by the way that he is saying this that he is trying to contain his laughter.
I smile, "So, are we gonna be getting eggs?" I stare him down, in his drunken state; he won't be able to say no.
He narrows his eyes at me, "Maybe, depends on how you act!" He looks at me triumphantly, as if saying this was his biggest accomplishment.
I scoff, "Oh, you'll never know how I act if you're drunk he whole time, but don't worry, I know how to steal." I flash a triumphant grin at him, just as he did to me moments ago. He narrows his eyes and takes a sip of whatever Peeta gave him to drink.
Peeta stands and grabs the knife that is sitting on the counter and slices more bread, carefully. I readjust how I am sitting because my lower parts are still sensitive.
After about ten more minutes of chatting, someone knocks on the door. I know its Gale. I turn to Haymitch, "You tell him you walked in on us doing anything, and you will have a bullet through your skull." I hiss.
His eyebrows go up, and he nods, knowing I will personally do the job if he opens his mouth. He just takes another sip of his drink and lowers his eyes.
I walk to the door and take a deep breath. My fingers clasp around the knob and I pull it open. But the person who is standing there is not Gale.
Her eyes go straight to my face, "Katniss!" Annie gasps. She wraps her free arm around me and smiles. Finn gurgles and reaches out to me.
A real smile spreads across my face, "Annie!" I wrap both of my arms around her. When she holds out a thrashing Finn, I grab him and tickle his small stomach. He lets out a gurgling laugh and buries his small face into my chest.
Annie laughs and I let her in. "Katniss, I'm so sorry I didn't warm you before I came, I was just so lonely, and I had so much fun the last time I came."
I smile, "Don't be! I'm so happy you're here!" I actually sound like a teenage girl with an actual friend over. For the first time, I actually look down at Finn's face. I choke out a half sob. His sea foam green eyes are trained on my face. The same way Finnick would do. I clasp my hand over my face and compose myself. No, I say to myself you're not going to cry! I take a deep breath and hug him close to me. "Come on in, Haymitch and Peeta are in the kitchen." I usher her in and bounce in with a laughing/drooling Finn.
"Oh! Look!" Haymitch says sarcastically, "You didn't need to threaten me!" When I glare at him, he just laughs.
"Hmm?" Annie asks, confused.
Haymitch just holds up his hand, "I walked in on Fire Girl and Baker Boy over here having sex!" He lets out a loud guffaw and slams his fist into the table, cracking up at himself.
Annie just blushes and raises her eyebrows, "That's
" Her voice trails off; even she can't think of something to reply to that.
I can feel my own face go beet red and I glare at Haymitch, "We were not!" I start to finish my sentence, but Peeta cuts me off.
"No sex, just socializing." His voice is amused and I can't help but crack up. This sets Finn off and he starts blubbering nonsense. Annie has a smile on her lips and Haymitch is still cracking up at his previous statement.
"Anyway, Haymitch, whenever you're ready I can walk you back home." Peeta offers, glancing my way, seeming to know I want to be alone with Annie.
Haymitch has begun gasping to retain his laughing, "Alright." He says after a minute, "I'm ready." He waves to us and they walk out.
Annie turns to me and smiles, "So what were you two doing that Haymitch was able to guess what you were doing?"
I blush again, "Nothing!" I can tell by the look on her face she doesn't buy it. "Alright, maybe we were in bed with each other, but I mean we just did
" I pause, "Things last night! We're not that obsessed!" I giggle and Finn bats at my hair. "But he was on top of me, and I guess my shirt looked kind of off..." my voice trails off and we both start cracking up.
"Pfft, I bet it took you two like five seconds to go into full out sex mode." Annie's eyes twinkle in the way that shows that she is getting better, and she is no longer the mad victor that everyone avoided.
I open my mouth in mock shock, "Hey! It was more like fifteen, ten tops!"
She throws her head back laughing, "Fine! Fine! I'll give you that!" We both laugh.
Finn gurgles and bounces in my laps. I look at him and the emotions hit me full force again, "He looks exactly like Finnick
" I murmur and stroke his bronze curls.
Annie smiles, "I know..." Her voice is barely audible as she stares at her son, "He is what keeps me going, and he is what reminds me that I will always have a piece of Finnick with me."
I hug Finn close to me, "Annie, I want you to come here whenever you want, no notice needed, ok?" She nods and then there is a sound from the den.
"Back!" I hear Peeta call from the other room.
Annie glances at me, "So, when, and yes, when not if, are you two going to get married?" Her fingers tap on the tiled table.
I raise my eyebrows, "That is not happening anytime soon, so yeah
" I try to convince myself I really don't want it to happen, that I still believe I don't want kids, or to even have a husband. But there is a strong feeling in my chest that suggests otherwise.