[The way his hand shakes against his skin makes her feel a little funny inside. Different from the other feelings, from the hunger. More like she felt when he played with her hair. A tickle in her chest that makes it hard to breathe, like she could suffocate in the strange emotion but it would still be okay.
Her breath catches in her throat as she watches Peeta's hand with intent interest. No one's ever touched her there before, not even by her own hand. And it's... it's even better than the wings. Better than the breasts. Just that light, fluttering touch.]
I like it. [The words are hushed, as if talking too loudly would ruin everything.] Can you... can you, um, do it firmer? Like... with the wings?
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Her breath catches in her throat as she watches Peeta's hand with intent interest. No one's ever touched her there before, not even by her own hand. And it's... it's even better than the wings. Better than the breasts. Just that light, fluttering touch.]
I like it. [The words are hushed, as if talking too loudly would ruin everything.] Can you... can you, um, do it firmer? Like... with the wings?