PEETA AND KATNISS

It all felt like the first time for Peeta.

There she was, all dressed up in some unthinkable couture of Panem, that made all the people to look only at her- and in contrary, there was here radiant smile, that kept Peeta gazing only on her sincere face.

She seemed a bit shy at all the attention she got- but his presence somehow made her to feel so confident.

 - What is with you?-she smirked at him, still remembering that day when he separated himself with the trainings.- are you sure you want to go on with this masquerade?

 - I don’t understand you.-he answered calmly, not pulling down his look from her.

 - Your pretension. The way you act like somebody who is in love with me.-she bent closer and whispered- I know the truth. You should’nt pretend  with me.

 - Oh, really? So Mrs.Smart-as-I-am-the-queen-of-the-ball-and-the-prettiest-girl-ever-but-she-seems-to-deny-it  thinks that she can see deep inside my heart? To the edges of it?

He grabbed her hand and put it to his chest, right where his heart was beating crazily at the moment.

Katniss gazed at him in amazement, but let him to hold her hand in that way.

 - You always surprise me. But how can you make your heart to beat so fast? That’s a nice trick- she said, now taking her hand up to his collar and sweeping the unseen dust from his shoulders. Peeta was afraid even to breath, her closeness made this world unreal- the only real thing was her. And his feelings. Nothing else mattered.

 - You are a great actor, Peeta. I am really sorry you wont get any farther with this talent on the Arena.

 - You think so?- he smiled, taking the outcome of this game into his own hands once more- You were close to believe me, werent you?

 - I was- Katniss whispered, now walking around him slowly, with her right hand still on his shoulder- and with his voice still ringing in her ears.

He already meant more to her than anybody else in the whole world; she couldn’t even imagine her life after the Games- without him. He was reflecting her, in his own way; unforgettable and so very unique- boy with a bread….her boy with a bread.

 - Will you let my shoulder free, dear?-he said with notes of irony in his melodic voice- or you want to keep it for yourself tonight?

Blood coloured her sateen cheeks into a lovely rose colour and after releasing his musculous shoulders she tried to hide her face.
He grabbed her hand once more.

 - One last thing, before the night comes down-he whispered- and kissed her hand gently, like she was a fragile rose, the most beautiful one he ever met.

 - You don’t need to….

She wanted to say “pretend”. But with his eyes on her, with that look that she was used to be looked from Gale, but with more power, feelings and beauty added by Peeta, she couldn’t feel anything pretensious about it. It felt so real. It felt so…alive.

She felt like she was breathing first time in her life.

Katniss really hoped he couldn’t see anything of her doubt, fellings and red face. She was almost sure he didnt.

But he saw it.

And it taught him to hope again.  As he had never hoped before…