Hunger Games - Extended epilogue

Chapter Seven

I awake to birds chirping in rhythms outside my window. Pale morning light creeps in around the edges of the shutters, spilling rays of sunshine through the dark room.

I begin to spread my arms out, to stretch the tense and still muscles. But before I can get there, I feel a strong grip around my waist holding my structure tightly.

I smile as I look down to the grip Peeta's arm has around me. His hold on me is snaked around me as a guard, protecting me from the darkness.

I turn my neck to a sleeping Peeta, even unconscious his grip is tight.

I quietly shift my body around to face him. His arm still holding firmly around me locking my body tightly to his.

As I turn my body around to his sleeping figure, I study his flawless features decorating his face.

The small freckles that are sprinkled above his top lip and a few over his nose. The way his lips pout and his nose flares in and out as he inhales and exhales deeply, his body moving to the rhythm as he breathes. His sandy hair brightening up his relaxed features as it dangles messily over his forehead.

I move in the few centimeters distance between our warm bodies and peck his bottom lip tenderly without waking him.

I subtely knot my feet together with his, careful not to wake him.

His breath hitches in his throat, still sleeping and I hear his breath release in a long puff through his nose.

I chuckle a breathy, quiet laugh.

Today Peeta and I are traveling to District Thirteen to plan the First Hunger Games featuring twenty four of the Captiol's children.

Peeta's dreading it. He's against the idea of throwing helpless children into an arena again to fight to their deaths.

But this time they aren't innocent children. They were all for cheering on the poor districts Games, they were more than excited to watch those. All the more reason to give them a taste of their own medicine.

I lean in an give the sleeping boy another peck, just for fun. This time I longer the kiss and tug at his bottom lip with my teeth, he moans in pleasure as he awakes. I chuckle and his grip softens, releasing my body from his hold. I roll on top of his chest, his own body shifting so that he's laying on his back, allowing me more access.

I rest my chin on his chest with my hands folded under, giving myself a higher level. I cover his still body like a blanket. He keeps his sleepy eyes shut, too tired to open them and his head lays back on the pillow facing the ceiling. His plump lips tug into a smile as I kiss a trail from his left ear to his lips.

As I reach his lips, he catches me before I can pull away and kisses me properly. This time it's deep and long, savoring each others taste.

He moans through a throaty pleasurable sound, vibrations from his chest traveling through out my body.

"Good morning, sleepy head." I chuckle, smiling through the kiss before continuing it.

"Morning, my princess." He replies.

I rest my head in the crook of his neck, after finishing the kiss. I catch him licking his lips, saving my taste as much as he can.

I smile at this as I watch until he stops before nuzzling my head deep into his soft-skinned next, closing my eyes and deeply inhaling his relaxing scent.

His fingers find my hair and play with loose strands, soothing my anxiety and bringing the levels down drastically. I'm still terrified of planning these Games.