[Her heart beats loudly in her chest. How can he not hear it? Her nerves feel as if they'll get the better of her any moment and she's doing her best not to let them. She digs her hands into the blanket, propping herself up a little on her elbows, determined not to look away.
Slowly, almost painfully slow, her garments seem to be pulled off her body. She arches her back and lifts her legs when necessary, wanting to help in any way she can.
And then, in no time at all, she's naked. The scars on her arms and chest and stomach continue down onto her legs but Peeta's already shown that he doesn't seem to care. That she's still beautiful. Maybe still that girl on fire, rather than the fire mutt.]
Wow.
[Whispered, shocked. She's actually doing this, isn't she? Now, here. With the boy with the bread.]
[action]
Slowly, almost painfully slow, her garments seem to be pulled off her body. She arches her back and lifts her legs when necessary, wanting to help in any way she can.
And then, in no time at all, she's naked. The scars on her arms and chest and stomach continue down onto her legs but Peeta's already shown that he doesn't seem to care. That she's still beautiful. Maybe still that girl on fire, rather than the fire mutt.]
Wow.
[Whispered, shocked. She's actually doing this, isn't she? Now, here. With the boy with the bread.]