huntress;

"The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind."

Hey, it doesn't seem we'll find any food here. I'll go check the first floor, okay? I'll be careful. [He nodded to her lightly, showing that he was headstrong on the idea, as he made his way towards the stairway. Turning to look at her, he lowered his sword a bit.] Call out if we need each other?

[She called out his name again, voice rising only slightly in volume.] Peeta? There's nothing here.

[However, he also knew it could be a trap. He shifted his weight, clearly dubious about this decision.] Should we wing it?

[He took her hand, pressing his lips to it in a quiet, loving gesture.] Shall we?

Maybe our best chance are the buildings when it comes to food, though. If they're abandoned... Maybe they'll also look abandoned in the inside, you know? Almost-empty kitchens? We might find something in there.

That sounded much more odd than I intended it to. [He smiled just a bit at her, attempting to amuse.] Or maybe a ground floor. How are we regarding food, too?

[She pursed her lips slightly at the attempted joke and shrugged.] I have a bit of squirrel left from the forest, but that's it. I don't know where we'd find any food here.

[He gazed at her for a moment, his thoughts appearing to slow down from the look in her eyes.] We need to see where we can settle... Do you think that any of these buildings would be safe? [He pulled back carefully, not wishing to make her feel uncomfortable if she did not want him near.]

Good thing this was the only empty lot I came across. [He went to her, a soft smile growing on his lips as he thought of what to do, soon planting a brief kiss on her forehead. The action was gentle, and clearly full of care, yet his movements were still awkward and unsure if one paid extreme attention. She had appeared wary with him lately, and forcing his affections onto her – even through the act – would not make his approach any better. Quite the contrary, he believed.]

Funny. [She uncrossed the arms that had been so tight across her chest and gave another glance around the lot, before allowing herself to briefly close her eyes at his tender kiss.] Are you okay?

On the other side of the bank, Katniss Everdeen turned around in the water toward the opposite bank where she thought she’d heard a sound. Not seeing anyone, she stood up in the water. She needed to dry off and move one before someone tried to kill her.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don’t try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper.

When did you leave it? Here, I’ll go – what’s around you? Describe it to me.

I’ll tell you of it when I see you. Where did you wind up?

I'm, uh.. Near these.. Buildings. Apartments, I think.