[She's usually better than this. Better at keeping her word and arriving at places when she says she would. But today's an exception. She never meant it to be. She'd scold Peeta when he arrived at the bakery, they'd go home and crawl into bed and sleep. And then she'd wake in the morning to hunt, and to meet Sokka by the Watch Station.
Except she kissed him. Kissed Peeta and kissed him again and again, until the kisses led to much, much more. She doesn't wake up early this morning. And when she does awake, she's loathe to get out of bed. To leave his side.
It's an unusual feeling for her. To maybe actually be in love with someone.
But, eventually, she does remember her discussion with Sokka. It's some time in the afternoon, while Peeta's in the shower, before Cato announces anything on the journals. She doesn't want to leave the warmth and safety of the house though. For once, traps and hunting can wait a day.
She does scribble a note in the journal, though. A reply to his comment from the other day.]
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Except she kissed him. Kissed Peeta and kissed him again and again, until the kisses led to much, much more. She doesn't wake up early this morning. And when she does awake, she's loathe to get out of bed. To leave his side.
It's an unusual feeling for her. To maybe actually be in love with someone.
But, eventually, she does remember her discussion with Sokka. It's some time in the afternoon, while Peeta's in the shower, before Cato announces anything on the journals. She doesn't want to leave the warmth and safety of the house though. For once, traps and hunting can wait a day.
She does scribble a note in the journal, though. A reply to his comment from the other day.]
Something came up. Tomorrow? Will be there.