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Peeta couldn't help but smile in amusement at her reaction to all that lace, though he did look away like he'd promised after a moment, chuckling lightly. They really weren't Katniss' style at all, even though she always looked beautiful in the gowns and jewels as well as any other day.

"Sounds more like you beat them all up," he laughed, now naked with her though his body was still turned away, waiting by the door of the shower with one hand outstretched for hers behind him.

"They're off me, and that's all that matters." She snorted, kicking them away. The thought that this would be the last time she'd ever be dressed like that was perhaps one of the only good things about what was going to happen tomorrow.

But now all that was left was getting in the shower.

Or awkwardly standing outside the shower naked. Which seemed a far worse idea. She reached over, pressing the on button, and the over analysed shower started to pour into the stall. Stepping in, she held the door open for him, staring up at one of the shower heads.

He quickly followed inside and shut the door firmly behind them, though his eyes also remained cast to the side. Thankfully, the shower was large enough for the both of them to fit comfortably, but it didn't make this situation any less... intimate.

It felt nice to let the water pour down on his face, closing his eyes as his hands rubbed off all that stupid makeup, washing away a person made strictly for the Capitol. He felt more genuine naked in a shower with Katniss honestly, with only her to judge him.

She face the wall, head tilted up, just letting the water wash over her. Warm, and soothing, and for just a moment she could ignore everything going on. The awkwardness of this, the horror of tomorrow. Just felt it all flow over her.

Until she stepped back. Right into Peeta's back.

Edited (because this icon is worth it) 2012-07-11 04:18 (UTC)

The contact came as a surprise with his own eyes shut but he didn't exactly pull away, simply standing there tense for a moment or two. They were really naked.

It only took another moment for him to hesitantly but gently wrap his arms around her middle, damp skin brushing against hers in such unfamiliar territory, yet it felt right with the movement and he didn't regret it.

Despite his quickened heartbeat he was pretty sure she could feel.

Making a small sound, she tensed up at his touch, before forcing herself to relax. It was no big deal. None at all. It was just like on the train,but with less clothes. A lot less.

Taking a deep breath, she let herself relax back against his chest, staring at the tiled wall. When she relaxed, and didn't focus on it, it actually felt nice.

It was easier to relax when she did, dropping his head some to rest against hers as he gently kissed her bare shoulder, a simple one that barely touched the skin. Despite all the over-acting on their relationship with the lies about marriage and babies and ever-lasting love, Peeta did hold such strong feelings for her. He loved her. And every kiss he gave was genuine no matter where in the world or on her body it was placed.

Letting out a deep sigh through his nose, he tilted his head to press his face against her neck now, murmuring there quietly. "This is nice. I like this."

Who knew when they'd ever get the chance to do something like this again? The odds were not exactly in their favor once they stepped into the arena for the second time in their lives. That was never supposed to happen.

It was nice.

Shifting a little, she let her head fall against his shoulder, wrapping her arms over his on her waist. A small noise of content agreement came from her throat as her eyes closed again. Feeling him strong and solid behind her.

She didn't want him going in with her. It was the last thing she wanted. But she also wasn't sure how she would face going in without him.

"Really nice..."

One of his thumbs brushed against the skin on her belly, smiling against her neck. "I never thought you'd agree to something like this, Katniss."

His eyes were still shut because he didn't want to disrespect her wishes, though all of this touching was making it so difficult. He wouldn't do anything though. He didn't want to lose her trust...

He also really hoped they were not being watched at the moment.

"Something like what?" She asked, before realizing that he probably meant cuddling without anything on. Which made her aware of the fact they were cuddling without anything on. Pressing her lips together, she shrugged, suddenly feeling awkward again.

"It just feels nice. I mean...what else should we be doing?" That didn't really make a lot of sense. Except it made a lot of sense

He laughed quietly at that, arms firm around her now, almost protective even in here. "Nothing, nothing... This is perfect."

Besides, you shouldn't be thinking of 'other' things, he tried to remind himself, pulling his head up to rest his cheek against her head instead, squinting up ahead of them to the clean tiles. Maybe actually looking at something would distract him from certain feelings he was having.

"What do you mean nothing?"

Even Katniss knew someone saying nothing usually meant something. It usually meant there was something obvious she'd overlooked. She twisted, trying to look up at him, to read his face and try to pick out what had gone over her head.

And now he was blushing, caught, and hoping that the steam of the shower could be to blame for that. Her "purity" about certain topics was endearing and... cute, and he almost felt bad always being the one to break it down for her. Even worse when they were in this position.

"I just meant, you know..." He glanced down to her sheepishly, suddenly all too aware of how close their bodies were pressed together and he felt the need to pull his hips oh-so-slightly farther away. It was just a reaction! "When two people get naked in a shower together it's not usually to... cuddle. Or actually get clean."

Oh. That.

She flushed as well, reaching up to brush long strands of her hair away from her face. And cover how pink it had turned.

"I know that. But that's not the same." As what? They were pressed against each other. And they were adults. Adults enough at least. And naked.

"Not the same as what?" He was curious to hear her answer, eyes not leaving hers now. He hadn't meant to bring this topic up but he was just happy they were able to talk and enjoy each others presence, even if while naked in a shower together. He wasn't necessarily complaining about that either.

This conversation seemed serious, and Katniss turned to face him to continue it, not really thinking about any of the implication of that movement. Naked was naked.

"As this?" It wasn't much of an answer, and she knew it.

"No, it's not," he agreed, voice quiet. It did suddenly seem more serious than he had intended though and he found himself unable to look away, his arms gently pressing them closer together.

Peeta opened his mouth to say something but the words he usually found to come so easily just weren't there, instead simply uttering one word. "Tomorrow..."

Everything changes tomorrow. What if this is the only chance we have left? For what? To him... everything.

Tomorrow. She suddenly felt heavy, crushingly heavy. They could both be dead tomorrow, not even making it past the cornucopia. And if they did? Than the next day, or the next...there was no chance both of them would live to see home again.

He would. She promised herself again, that he would.

But this was their last night together, peaceful, alone.

With out thinking, she pressed closer to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

He would protect her. He had already made the decision that somehow, so long as he could help it, Katniss would be the victor. He'd use every possible strategy he could think of and every last breath would go into making sure Katniss was safe, that she was the one to make it and he would be dead. He was prepared to die for her sake and in his mind... that was exactly what would happen. His whole world would be crushed without her but she had people to take care of her and love her just the same.

His arms held onto her just as tightly, lips pressed to her temple as he shut his eyes and just held her, not caring about the physical between them right now. They were hiding more than they showed and he knew it... A part of him didn't want to face it right now either. He'd rather spend the rest of his last night with her blissfully unaware.

"Well be okay tonight," he murmured, leaving another soft kiss to the side of her head. "We won't spend a moment apart."

Sleep wouldn't come for a long time, she knew. Going in tomorrow exhausted wasn't the greatest idea, but she was going to savor every last minute of freedom they had together.

Still working more on instinct, she tilted her head up, towards his lips. The thought of them being locked ion their separate rooms, of a sleep less night alone, staring at the ceiling...it horrified her somewhere deep, somewhere she didn't want to deal with right now.

"Together." She murmured, not realizing that she was repeating what she'd said in the moment that had bound them together like this.

A soft smile tugged at his lips then and he responded quietly, "Together."

Nothing felt more right in that moment than to lean down and close the space left between them, lips to lips, and kiss her. It was probably the most genuine kiss he had given her since the first time in the cave, the most pure and vulnerable. Although every kiss was real for him, it just felt... different. This could have been their last for all he knew, but most certainly one of the last, and he would hold onto the cherished moment as long as he possibly could.

Edited 2012-07-11 06:35 (UTC)

This was her first real kiss. Not recorded. Not awkwardly pressed on her in the woods out of nowhere. Not some politically planned strategy.

Just her. And him. Pressed together.

Despite the amount of fake kisses they had shares, she wasn't quite sure where to put her hands. It didn't help that any place she put them was bare. Finally she settled them on his shoulders and leaned into the kiss.

Peeta was grateful she didn't push him away but instead leaned into it with him. He liked the secure feeling of having her in his arms and for a few long moments he could focus on this and only this, not on where they were headed or who they were trying to be. This felt better than anything pretend.

He didn't dare pull away, not now. Instead, his hands pressed firmly against whatever skin they could find, body leaning forward against hers much more fearless than before. His lips on hers felt perfect and he no longer cared at how intimate their bodies were, that one of his legs felt like cold metal and plastic, that she could feel every inch of him if she wanted to right now. This was the only time they'd get to be vulnerable together.

It was hard not to over think it, not to focus on little details, or the fact that they were actually doing this. It was so much something she had never really expected to happen, she hadn't thought it through. In school, she remembered girls talking about this, when and how, and all sorts of details they had, or wanted to have...she had just always tuned out. It wasn't important.

Except now, she was holding him so tightly, and this, in her arms, was the most important thing right now. This moment. Because there weren't that many left.

She started to move her arms, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him closer to her. They couldn't get much closer than they were right now. But she wanted every inch.

Her pulling made him press so tight against her there was practically nothing left to the imagination anymore. The fact that she wasn't pulling away or stopping meant she was okay with this too and given their circumstances, he understood why. Completely.

One of his palms slide up along her back until brushing against her damp, undone hair, fingers running through the strands gently. He couldn't stop the sigh that left his nose and the slight parting of his lips, gently easing the kiss to more than soft pecks, a sense of urgency within him he had not felt until now, with a million emotions rattling inside his mind and heart.

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