A/N: WOOT! New KatnissxPeeta story! This is going to revolve around one question: What if Katniss feel in love with Peeta during the first Games? I'm going to have fun with this and I already have evil ideas in store for you. Thank you for all the support on my last KatnissxPeeta story, it means so much to me! I hope I can deliver with this one too.

Keep in mind that this is just the prologue sort of thing. So the rest of the chapter will be longer. You get to know some feelings Katniss is experiencing before delving into the main story plot.

~Mock

This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by pain or sickness or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.

-The Hunger Games

The desperation I feel for Peeta during this kiss hits me so unexpectedly. Against his lips I give a small gasp of surprise. I can tell that he notices, but I suppose he misinterprets the gasp to one of pain. He pulls back gently and examines my forehead, which has begun to bleed again. I was so wrapped up in Peeta that I hadn't even noticed.

"I think your wound is bleeding again," he says softly. "Come on, lie down, it's bedtime anyway."

I comply, but before I do I press my lips to his again. I get the same feeling in my chest, only this time it spreads to my stomach. The feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before, and I find that I want to recreate it as much as possible. I'm not allowed to though. While I've been busy kissing him, Peeta lays me down inside the sleeping bag. He breaks us apart, crawls in next to me so he can keep watch, and zips the bag up.

"I can keep watch Peeta," I say. He gives me a skeptical look. "I'll be fine. I need some time to think." Peeta relents, and kisses my forehead softly before laying down, his arms wrapping tightly around me.

What am I going to do about this new feeling? How am I going to explore it as much as I want to when we're in the middle of the Games? True, we are the star-crossed lovers, but we also have to focus on getting out alive. If we do make it back, then maybe I'd be able to dwell on my feelings for Peeta, under the protection of my district, out in the woods with Gale…

No. It's not fair to Gale or Peeta to have me sort out my feelings for the latter while my thoughts are being clouded by the presence of another. I have a concrete idea of what I feel for Gale. I have to figure out what I feel for Peeta just as surely before I can move forward with either of them.

Gale has never made me feel the way Peeta has, for one thing. I've never kissed Gale; the urge has never struck me. Now, in the back of my mind, part of me wants to be kissing Peeta. I can't shake this feeling, no matter how hard I try. I don't even really want to shake the feeling.

Peeta has described his feelings for me as love. I different kind of love than what I feel for Prim and Gale. I feel like I would save Peeta's life against my own, under any circumstance. I would do the same for Prim and Gale. So I must love Peeta too. In fact, I'm sure that I love him in at least some way.

But the feeling for Peeta is different than anything I've experienced around the other two. It takes me a minute to place a name to the feeling. Passion. Peeta makes me feel passion. Married couples would always talk to each other in passionate tones, a tone only for their other half. Is what I feel for Peeta what married couples feel for each other? I'll never get married, but could I be experiencing the same emotions?

Feelings. Passion. Love. Peeta. The words roll so nicely together.

After a few hours of pondering, after I can't keep my eyes open anymore, I rouse Peeta. He opens his eyes sleepily, and I pull him in for another kiss, to see if the warmth has gone away. Quite the opposite. If anything, it has intensified, filling me to the brim. Against his lips, so quietly I know he won't be able to hear, I whisper, "I love you."

The words have a sense of extreme rightness on my lips. They ring with truth and pureness. How could I have not seen this sooner? How could I have denied these feelings before? Everyone else saw it. Why was I the one that was blind to everything?

I realize I'm just staring at Peeta like an idiot, drinking in the familiar features. "Yes, Katniss?" he asks after a while, a smile playing on his lips. I blink a few times and shake my head a little. Peeta lays me down, his smile now prominent. He gives me a light kiss on the forehead and I close my eyes, exhausted from my revelations.

I might be imagining it, but I think I hear him chuckle before I drift into unconsciousness.

A/N: Have I caught your interest? Intrigued? Like it? Hate it? Only way to let me know is through review. But if you hate it, I would prefer no reviews. Just think for the respect of your fellow authors here! Anyways, more should be following next week.

~Mock