heyyyyy i finally was able to write something !! it was originally meant to be a drabble but it got too long, so here is a everlark one shot !! this will be on my ao3 as well !!
it takes place near the end of the victory tour and if anyone has any critiques, feel free to let me know but i am sensitive so please don't be too harsh.
but that's enough of my yapping, enjoy some everlark fluff because they deserve it !!
A Moment of Ease Within the Act
The train came to a halt and I lifted my head up from where it had been resting on Peeta's shoulder. It was late and we had stopped in District One. I knew we'd be stopping in the Justice Building for the night, and I was looking forward to plopping down on that velvety, soft bed and to finally have some time alone.
When I arose from my seat, I was stopped by Haymitch, "Katniss, you're sharing a room with Peeta tonight."
I was so exhausted that I almost let myself slip but I kept my act on. You never know if the Capitol is watching. I pursed my lips before I spoke, "Alright," I kept it short as to not show my frustration of my hopes for solitude being shattered. I knew that even in the room I would have to keep up the lovers act with Peeta. I wouldn't put it past the Capitol to have camera chips in the rooms, and I can't let the act slip, not even for a moment.
When Peeta and I eventually made it to our room after being stopped for small talk a couple times on our way, I took no time in kicking off my shoes and flopping onto the soft mattress. I was so tired I didn't even notice the sigh that escaped me, but Peeta had. He sat beside me for a moment before standing up like he had an idea. I still did not move my head to look at him.
Soon enough, music began to fill the room. He had turned on the built-in music player in the room (not entirely sure how canon this is but it felt like something that would fit) "Katniss! Look!" When I lifted my head, there he was, dancing around the room, not unlike a lunatic.
After he had danced around, seemingly in an attempt to ease my thoughts, he changed the music to something more slow but still upbeat. Peeta made his way to me before bowing and extending his hand to me dramatically. "May I have this dance, Miss Everdeen?" He spoke in a posh voice, very much like anyone from the Capitol, which earned him a small smile.
"Hey! I saw that! I saw the corners of your mouth turn up, now come on, let's dance!"
I took his hand and let him pull me up off the bed. He placed his other hand on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder. This was by no means a slow dance, as it was quick and upbeat. As Peeta and I swayed around the room, he went to dip me, but lost control of his prosthetic leg and we both went tumbling to the floor.
He began to ask if I was okay, and I could see the worry on his face before I let out a small laugh. When Peeta saw that I was alright and even laughing, he joined in with his own laughter. We stayed on the ground for a moment before he stood up and helped me up as well, still chuckling.
Eventually, our chuckling died down, but I was still smiling. It was unlike me, however, I finally felt slightly at ease since President Snow's threat thanks to Peeta. "It's nice to see you smile and hear you laugh, you've got a pretty laugh," he spoke softly as he brushed my hair from my forehead, "Oh and a pretty smile too."
I could feel my cheeks get hot, and by that, I knew I was blushing. "So do you," I tried to come up with something to compliment him, but my mind went blank. I wasn't all that great with this stuff. My thoughts of complimenting Peeta were interrupted when he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and that's when a new compliment came to mind, which would have to convince President Snow that I am in love with Peeta.
"I like your lips, they're soft..."
"You do? Well you know what that means." He leaned in and kissed me again. I felt like I could melt against him. I felt secure, like nothing could go wrong. And for once during this entire Victory Tour, I didn't feel the unbearable stress that had been gnawing at me. I felt at ease. And it was all thanks to Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread.
