[She does what he says, remaining practically frozen in position otherwise. Katniss watches as the last remaining shield of modesty is dropped on the bed, leaving the faded scars of her upper body completely exposed. Leaving her completely exposed.
But she's certain - even before he says it aloud - that in Peeta's eyes, she's still beautiful. The scars are beautiful. Something he can kiss and tease. Something more than a painful reminder of loss and suffering. Rebirth instead of destruction. That constant reminder that things can be good again.
So even as his body reacts to his touch, to how right her breasts feel in his hands, she keeps herself steady. Looks down at her body, a body she's avoided looking at any time she could help it, and tries to see it in new light. She can't, not yet, not entirely. But maybe it's a start.]
Thank you.
[She manages a small smile when she meets his blue eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. So much nicer than her own gray ones. She could look into them forever right now.]
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But she's certain - even before he says it aloud - that in Peeta's eyes, she's still beautiful. The scars are beautiful. Something he can kiss and tease. Something more than a painful reminder of loss and suffering. Rebirth instead of destruction. That constant reminder that things can be good again.
So even as his body reacts to his touch, to how right her breasts feel in his hands, she keeps herself steady. Looks down at her body, a body she's avoided looking at any time she could help it, and tries to see it in new light. She can't, not yet, not entirely. But maybe it's a start.]
Thank you.
[She manages a small smile when she meets his blue eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. So much nicer than her own gray ones. She could look into them forever right now.]