Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the Hunger Games.

A/N: Yay, another update! I'm finally feeling better, but I'm rather upset about that because it means I have to go to school (ugh) tomorrow and then fae cheerleading where I have to learn out half-time routine, yay. Note the sarcasm. Oh and I get to waste my block study hall making up my loads of homework and class work instead of reading. So I'm updating some of my stories to keep my mind off of all of that crap.

Anyway, I deleted my Wattpad account when I remembered about FictionPress. I'm posting a story there now. It's called Meant For Each other. My username is MountainSky8899, please check it out, there's a link on my profile, you'll have to manually type it in though. The first two chapters are posted, I'm working on the third. It's kinda an on the side thing though so updates won't be regular. That's not a surprise though, none of my updates are.

Anyway enjoy this chapter!

It only took a few days for me to feel completely better, but it was a full week before Peeta stopped insisting on serving me. He had insisted on staying over at my apartment for that whole time, but even though I knew sleeping with him would help my nightmares, I made him stay in one of the guest rooms.

Even though things were still a little awkward between us, but it was so much better than never seeing him, having no idea where he was, wondering if he was okay.

"Katniss, wake up,"

I let out a groan and rolled over in my bed, stuffing my face in the overly fluffy pillow.

"Katniss. . . ."

"Leave me alone Peeta, I'm tired,"

"I can't Katniss. We have to leave for District Four," What the hell?

"What?" I asked, sitting up quickly, "Why are we going to District Four?"

Peeta let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.

"For some stupid celebration, remember, you got a phone call a few days ago asking if you would like to attend and you said yes?" Peeta asked.

"No," I replied. Must have been the head injury.

"I don't want to either, but it's never really mattered what we wanted, did it?"

"Well, I'm not going," I said before flopping back down on the bed and closing my eyes.

"Come on Katniss, even if we just ditch the party, we have to get out of here. I don't think I can take another minute of the Capitol,"

I let out a sigh before climbing out of the warm confines of my bed and Peeta left the room while I dressed in simple jeans and and a purple T-shirt with a low neckline. My hair got brushed haphazrardly and pulled back into its usual braid.

When I walked into the kitchen Peeta was already ready and holding two coffees and a paper bag filled with cheese buns.

I offered him a smile and followed him out the door. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as usual, at least I would have Peeta.

The train was always hell, all of the first class Capitol citizens eager to get their hands on the Mockingjay.

It was even worse when Peeta was there. Apparently the "Star Crossed Lovers of District Twelve" were just as famous as before. And us being there together, and sharing a room definitely stirred up some rumors.

The truth was neither of us wanted to spend the night alone in a train cabin. So we had decided to share. Even though we had separate beds, our nightmares were still a lot better than usual, I didn't wake up screaming and drenched in sweat. Just being in the same room as Peeta helped.

Now I sat on my bed in out hotel room, staring out the huge window that overlooked the beach. It was beautiful here that I had to admit. The beautiful sunset orange that Peeta loved streaked across the sky and gave the water a breathtaking glow.

"So, what do you want to do?" Peeta asked, sitting down on the bed next to me.

"Dunno, maybe we can get dinner at the hotel restaurant or something," I said.

"That sounds nice," Peeta took my hand in his, tracing tiny circles on my palm.

We hadn't kissed since the hospital, despite Peeta's promise, and right now, though I hated to admit it, that was all I wanted to do, kiss Peeta.

After changing from the gray sweats and baggy T-shirt that I had been wearing into something more suitable for an expensive hotel restaurant, black dress pants and a gray button down T-shirt the same shade as my eyes we headed down to the restaurant.

We were immediately seated. The hostess seemed very surprised to see us together, going out to dinner at a fancy little- well huge hotel in in District Four. Well she should be surprised, especially after that story in the news about how the "Star Crossed Lovers of District Twelve" tragically grew apart after the "old Capitol" as they called it hijacked Peeta.

That new story made me just about fall apart with grief, missing Peeta had been unbearable for weeks after I had seen it, the guilt horrible.

But I didn't need to think of that anymore, because all that mattered in this moment was right now, and right now me and Peeta were sitting together at a small table in the back of the restaurant, eating a delicious lobster dinner.

After a few minutes of easy conversation though I excused myself to use the bathroom.

"You'll be right back?" Peeta questioned, he actually seemed worried that I was trying to ditch him.

"Right back, I promise," I said, giving him a small smile that I hoped would comfort him before walking out of the restaurant and into the restroom that was right across the hall.

When was finished in the bathroom, I walked out, silently cursing the fact that there was no toilette paper as I wiped my hands on my pants.

"Katniss?!"

Ugh seriously people, just leave me alone. I was just about sick of everyone acting like I was someone that they all wanted to meet, to talk to, to stare at, to touch. I shouldn't be. I had killed so many people and been responsible for the deaths of more than I could count.

I took a deep breath, pulling myself together as much as I could, preparing myself so that I couldn't scream in the face of whoever had recognized me.

When I turned around though, all of my resolve to firmly tell them that I was busy faded away.

"Gale. . ." I breathed, my voice barely raising above a whisper. I had thought that Gale was still in District Two.

"Catnip, didn't expect to see you here," Gale said, his words borderline harsh.

Okay, I kind of deserved it. I hadn't exactly been the nicest to him in the days after the rebellion, when he had been home in District Twelve for that final week. I had ignored him, and I knew that he had heard me screaming Peeta's name in my sleep when he came to check on me one night.

"Katniss there you are I was starting to get worried. . . ." Peeta trailed off upon seeing exactly what had been holding me up.

As if this wasn't bad already.

Gale's face twisted from indifference to pained and rage filled as his eyes flickered between Peeta and I, his fists clenching.

"I see how it is. Why would I want to Capitol's whore anyway?" Gale said, shooting me and Peeta, who looked like he was about to lunge at him, one last glare before stalking off down the hall.

"Gale wait!" I called out, inwardly berating myself for letting his insult get to me. I started to walk after him but I tripped over my heels and went tumbling to the ground.

"Crap," I muttered as Peeta quickly rushed over and helped me up.

"Don't go after him Katniss, it's not worth it, he'll come around," Peeta said, "but not until I beat him up for what he said to you,"

I just nodded, trying to fight back my tears as Peeta took my hand and lead me towards the elevator, back to our hotel room. He knew me well enough to know that there was no way that I was going to eat after what had just happened.

I sat on my bed while Peeta showed, crying quietly to myself. I thought that the bond me and Gale had was stronger. I thought that our friendship meant more to him. But I wasn't mad at him, just a little hurt. I was livid with myself. Instead I had spent three years in the Capitol and one back in District Twelve, ignoring him and everyone else in my life. Peeta was probably at some of the parties that I went to and I never even noticed.

It was my fault that I had wasted so much of my life ignoring the ones I loved.

"Oh Katniss. . .." Peeta murmured, walking out from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue sweats. If I wasn't so upset right now I might be admiring his muscular arms and chest, okay I would be admiring his muscular physique.

He sat down next to me, engulfing me in his warm arms and holding me close. It felt so good it was unbelievable. Just sitting here with him.

I couldn't help it, I pulled away a little bit only to crash my lips down on his, pushing my tongue past his lips, parted in surprise. I let out a gasp as he flipped us over and lay me down in one swift fluid motion. He was now atop of me, kissing me with the same hunger that he had on the beach during the Quarter Quell. I swear he was bruising my lips. But it felt so damn good and I kissed him back with the same aggressive fever, letting out small involuntary noises. Letting myself forget about everything.

Forget that I had been in the Hunger Games, and then had gotten thrust back in for the Quarter Quell. Forget that I had been forced to be the face of the rebellion. Forget that I had spent the last three years as the Capitol's puppet. Forget about the hurtful argument with Gale. Instead of thinking of all that I relished in the amazing feeling of Peeta's lips moving against mine. And when he finally pulled away and flopped down on the bed beside me, I felt a lot better.

"Stay with me, in my bed tonight," I said.

"Of course,"

I smiled to myself as Peeta flicked off the lamp and pulled me up against him, cradling me against his warm, bare chest. And that was how we fell asleep. There were no nightmares.

A/N: So, Gale came in. I wonder what character we will be re-introduced to in the next chapter? Hmm, you'll have to find out, leave your guess in a review.

Btw this wasn't the longest chapter, but I made sure to stuff it with lots of events and stuff to make up for the length and quality of the last one. And excuse any editing errors, FFN likes to unedit my stories.

I hope you liked this chapter and may the odds be ever in your favor!

~~KHC