"I am glad that you are happy now, Catnip," Gale says as he sips his tea. We are sitting in my house, drinking tea and talking about everything. Peeta will join us soon.
"Thanks. How life's going for you?"
"Well, everything is fine, i have great job, great house..." Gale tells me his story, he's okay and i am happy about it. Our conversation comes to the end, but Peeta did not show up yet.
"Sorry but i must go now. If you'll be in District 2, i'd love to meet you again...both." he adds. "Tell Peeta goodbye from me." I hug him and he goes. I feel good after talking with my old friend.
Peeta comes in half an hour.
"Where's Gale?" his asks.
"Oh... i had some things to sort out in the gallery..."
Peeta sits on the couch and signs me with his hand to sit next to him, but i sit on his lap. It's more comfortable here. He smiles a little.
"What are we gonna do, Katniss?" he whispers.
"What do you mean? today?"
"No, i mean... what are your plans for the future?"
"I...I don't know..." i am really confused. I don't know what he expects from me to say.
"Okay, forget it" he says kissing my neck. "I draw some pictures for my gallery, but i don't like any of them..."
"Maybe you need an inspiration"
"That's what i was telling you. I need an inspiration, that's why i want to go on a Districts trip."
"Why just Districts? I don't want to go to any of the districts. Just try something light, for example try to find an inspiration in details... like, your favorite sunset, or woods reflecting on the lake..."
"Yeah, you are right. But promise me that we'll go on the Districts trip someday."
"Okay, i promise, but not now."
"So... as you said, i'll try to paint sunset and trees reflecting on the lake... but this image is not complete for me... i need one more thing on it." He closes his eyes, imagining the picture in his head.
"Like what?" i ask.
"You" he says watching me like i am a masterpiece of art. "I used to draw you on my pictures about The Hunger Games, remember?"
"But i was drawing you with only my imagination. Now i want you to pose for me."
"But... i don't know how to do it..."
"Come one, you can do this" Peeta tastes my lips and continues "let's go to the lake."
I am sitting on the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun, Peeta sitting near with his canvas and brushes. He is painting me, watching him so full of his work makes me love him even more. His baby blue eyes watching evey part of me, taking me in entirely. We are both silent. Peeta passionated with art, me - passionated with him. Sun is burning the horizon, the sky is infected with orange-red colors, dark green wood and lighted clouds reflecting on the lake. The nature never been so beautiful, but it would not be as beautiful as it is now, if there was not Peeta. My Peeta, my boy with the bread. Saying "my Peeta" makes my stomach flip. There was so many opportunities for Peeta to die, or don't end up with me... I shiver thinking about him dying... I don't know how i'd survive if Peeta...
"I can't stop starring at you" he says suddenly. "You are unbelievably beautiful." i blush at his words.
"Focus on the picture, Mister" i say playfully.
"The picture is half done. I can't finish it today, we'll need one more day."
"Okay, no problem"
Peeta stands up and comes to me, kissing me so beautifully, i moan into his mouth. He lays me down and kisses me harder now, his tongue inspecting my mouth, his hands touching me everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. I break for the air, inhaling fresh air and his scent at the same time. His scent making me lose sense.
"I love you so much it really hurts" he says.
"I love you too" i can't find words. I am breathless and senseless. I hug him, my head resting on his chest, listening his heartbeat and watching this beautiful sunset. I've never been happier.
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