Title: Choices

Pairing: Katniss/Madge

Summary: Life is made of up choices. One act can dictate how we decide everything. How we live, or how we die. Unbeta'd.

Disclaimer: If you notice it, it's not mine. So basically that means nothing.

"Your pin?" I say. Wearing a token from my district is about the last thing on my mind.
"Here, I'll put it on your dress, all right?" Madge doesn't wait for an answer, she just leans in and fixes the bird to my dress. "Promise you'll wear it into the arena, Katniss?"
"Yes," I say.

Life is made of up choices. A million different random thoughts and actions which dictate everything we do. These instances decide how the world turns around you. It can decide whether you view the world with hate, sadness, or love. Everyone and everything affects each other. A glance across a street can change a course of events. One act of kindness can decide how we live.

And how we die.

I knew how I was going to die as soon as I volunteered as tribute. I was going to be slit across the throat or stabbed in the back. It was most likely going to be by one of the tributes from one of the richer districts.

After Madge pinned the pendant to my chest her hands tenderly moved down grazing over my breasts before she touched my hand. It drew me from my thoughts and I focused my attention on the way she moved.

She gracefully sits down close beside me. She sat so close our thighs touched, allowing me to feel the heat coming from her thigh. She really was beautiful all done up in her lovely dress for reaping day.

I should have felt sick to my stomach, but all I could think about was how lovely she looked. She always looked beautiful though. Especially during the morning when her hair was ruffled from sleep and her face was peaceful.

It suddenly hit me that I'll never be able to see that ever again.

Madge whisper is hot against my cheek, "please wear it to remember me by."

I nodded fighting back the tears which threaten to flow down my cheeks. This moment was not a time for tears; I had to be strong for everyone.

I inhaled her scent with a shaky breath before I started to speak, "I want you to forget about me. Please find someone else who can love you."

Madge leaned back and placed a hand on my cheek. Her voice held despair so deep that it bit my soul. "You're the only person I'll ever care for."

"No you have to-" I was cut off as soft lips met my own chapped ones. I gasped as her tongue grazed across my bottom lip silently asking permission to delve deeper. I obliged as I parted my lips.

Madge moaned quietly as I felt her moist tongue gingerly touch mine. I fisted a handful of hair deepening the kiss. I tried to crush our bodies closer then they already were. If I could, I would have melted into her skin.

It didn't matter how many times our exotic dance was played out between Madge and I it never got boring. When we kissed it was almost like we were Gods, beings of a higher power. I didn't want it to end but being human we had to breathe.

We rested our foreheads together delicately. I kept my eyes trained on her face, I wanted to memorize the way she looked at this moment, eyes glazed over (pupils dilated with lust), lips swollen (red and puckered). I wanted to have a picture, something pleasant I could remember in the heat of battle.

"Please live," Madge whispered breathlessly across my lips as she pulled away placing a chaste kiss against my cheek. One more gift she could offer.

I brought a hand to my cheek, cool fingertips meeting flushed skin. It was almost like she had whispered 'I love you. "

And I made a choice.