yeeeeeeeeeeah | changed the lyrics because I can

"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.

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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.

There was something about the way their bodies pressed together that made sparks run up and down her nerves. Never in her life had Katniss been this close to a person. There was no one she had felt this kind of contact with.

When his lips parted, she followed suite, trying to let go, to let sensation take over and do what felt natural. Tentatively her tongue darted out, slidding over his lower lip.

Which was exactly what Peeta was doing at this point, allowing his instinct and what felt good lead because he sure as hell didn't know what he was doing otherwise. Their equal lack of experience probably made up for it though, neither really able to tell what was not as it should have been... Another small thing he was grateful for right now.

The touch of her tongue against his lip sent goosebumps all along his skin, breath hitching slightly before he let it out with a content sigh. His body became tense only for a moment as he concentrated on how to work with this new way of kissing... now adding another element he'd never tried before. A tongue.

He did his best to relax though and just ease into it like everything else with them, lips parting more as he lightly nipped at her lip. It took a moment before his own tongue hesitated and brushed against hers, and it was... a sensation completely new to him, completely out of this world, to the point where he didn't know what to do with himself at first, his arms squeezing around her once more as a result because that felt safest.

This wasn't anything she'd ever done before, period. Not on film or off it. It was an entirely new sensation, and something that if she had tried to think through she couldn't have imagine would have felt good.

But it felt really, really good.

She tilted her head to try to make kissing him easier, to try to get more of it. When he nipped at her lip she tensed, letting out a small sound, her nails curling into his shoulder.

There was a pleasant warmth spreading from his chest out into every limb of his body right now, and the urge to touch and kiss and feel everywhere was growing stronger. He wanted to cherish this as long as he could, this intense feeling of closeness and rush of emotions only Katniss made him experience, made him want to risk everything for her. No one else did that and it was a new kind of exhilaration he wished he could get used to. He wished they had the time to.

That thought only urged him to deepen the kiss again, a shaky breath leaving him as he stepped forward slowly, hands encouraging movement backwards because there was a wall there, one that could keep them steady despite jelly-legs and the need for air, something he wasn't willing to part for at the moment.

She stepped back with him, because her legs weren't really doing what they were suppose to either. The tiles were cool and solid, but instead of grounding her, they just seem to amplify how warm her was under her hand, the way his skin felt with the water sliding over it, the muscles shifting under her touch.

She sighed into his mouth, pulling him closer again, pinning herself against the shower wall with his body.

He was able to use the wall as a bit of support with one arm now which helped him distribute his weight more comfortably, while also still leaning against her and not letting their bodies part. The arm that was around her moved so he could cup the side of her jaw with his free hand, fingers tangled up in her hair, lips and chests and hips all pressed together warm and slick from the water that was still pouring innocently.

"Peeta..." She murmured, tilting her head against his hand, letting her lips press again the side of his mouth before catching his bottom lip between her teeth.

He wasn't going anywhere tonight. He was going to be here with her. They could have this whole night together and no one could stop them. The idea of the possibilities sent another set of shivers racing along her nerves.

Slowly, she let her death grip loosen. Not because she wanted to let him any farther from her, but she wanted to move her hands over him, explore.

There was no stopping the shiver through his body when her hands started to touch him, leaving her free to explore as much as she wanted because there was no way in hell he was stopping her. He had to take deep breaths between easy kisses, feeling so much right now he had no idea how to express anything but his desire for her in this moment. He may not have shared the kind of fire she and Gale did about certain things, but he definitely had that same passion about her. He always had.

"Katniss..." he finally murmured breathlessly in return, blue eyes opening slightly to look at her, to take in what he could of her expression right now.

There was a lot to explore. His shoulder, the line of his spine, the shape of his bones under his skin, solid under her fingers. Sliding down his side, finding her way to his hips and holding on there.

Her eyes opened, droplets clinging to her lashes as she started at him with her grey eyes, full of all everything she couldn't manage to explain even if she felt like talking right now. Biting her lower lip, she smiled up at him, wanting to pull him to her again but wanting to look at him, appreciate him.

That right now he was hers, and she was his and there was nothing to get in the way of that.

Really, Katniss... you have no idea how much you're making him blush right now.

Her smile coaxed one of his own out with it, thumb brushing against her cheek as he kept their gazes locked together, his other hand now brushing down to her hip too to hold on to her in some way.

"I know this is going to sound so corny but I don't care," he chuckled quietly at himself, leaning in for another soft kiss. "You really are beautiful, Katniss. And I'm not just saying that."

It was a little cheesy, but that didn't stop her from ducking her head, a flush on her cheeks. Because being sweet and cheesy was maybe one of the part of Peeta that she could let go and enjoy now. Now that there were no strings attached, no District to run away from or cameras or any other boys waiting in the woods for her.

And his hands on her hips were doing strange thing to the warmth starting to gather up there.

"You're making me blush." She said, because she didn't know what to say to the compliment. Instead she leaned forward, kissing the crook of his neck. And letting her tongue dart out to slide over the line of muscle there.

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