[She feels almost empty when he pulls out. That realization comes as something as a shock to her. It's completely unexpected. Completely.
She watches him with wide eyes, quiet and a little bit frightful. Her own heart is still beating quickly, her breath leaving parted lips in a rhythm not quiet even yet. But all that's ignored as Katniss is unable to focus on anyone else but him. She's relieved when he turns to face her again, when he takes her into his arms. She smiles at him, a smile that's not quite loss when he kisses her.
This kiss isn't as desperate. It feels more gleeful, more peaceful. And it's wonderful. Her hands cup his face as she kisses him, tangling a leg between his own in order to not lose the closeness from before.]
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She watches him with wide eyes, quiet and a little bit frightful. Her own heart is still beating quickly, her breath leaving parted lips in a rhythm not quiet even yet. But all that's ignored as Katniss is unable to focus on anyone else but him. She's relieved when he turns to face her again, when he takes her into his arms. She smiles at him, a smile that's not quite loss when he kisses her.
This kiss isn't as desperate. It feels more gleeful, more peaceful. And it's wonderful. Her hands cup his face as she kisses him, tangling a leg between his own in order to not lose the closeness from before.]