[She looks almost hurt when he stops the kisses. Feels as if she's been deprived as something as vital as water or air. Was it like this for him, when she had paused their kisses earlier?
But she doesn't get to ask that. Doesn't do much aside from suddenly sit up straighter at the question, grey eyes wide and afraid.
Is this it? Are we together?
So much like real or not real. Is this real? The starcrossed lovers of District Twelve? Together. Real or not real? Only able to pick one answer. Because she knows Peeta. They've done this to each other too long to know nothing but a real answer will do.
To know that if she bolts, even as she glances at the door as frightened as a deer facing one of her own arrows, she'll lose him. But that knowledge doesn't make it any easier.
She swallows hard. Runs a tongue over swollen lips. Real or not real? Fingers dig into his back as she clings tighter to his shirt, now for an entirely different reason.
One more moment, eyes plead. This is courage she doesn't know if she has.]
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But she doesn't get to ask that. Doesn't do much aside from suddenly sit up straighter at the question, grey eyes wide and afraid.
Is this it? Are we together?
So much like real or not real. Is this real? The starcrossed lovers of District Twelve? Together. Real or not real? Only able to pick one answer. Because she knows Peeta. They've done this to each other too long to know nothing but a real answer will do.
To know that if she bolts, even as she glances at the door as frightened as a deer facing one of her own arrows, she'll lose him. But that knowledge doesn't make it any easier.
She swallows hard. Runs a tongue over swollen lips. Real or not real? Fingers dig into his back as she clings tighter to his shirt, now for an entirely different reason.
One more moment, eyes plead. This is courage she doesn't know if she has.]