Ficlet, "Morning After"
Morning After
Katniss/Peeta
Not explicit | AU-ish | 248 words
I found this on my tablet. I don't know what I was planning, but I kind of love it. Also here.
When Katniss woke the next morning, a bird was chirping loudly just outside her window. She rolled to the left and pressed one hand over her ear, but something wasn't right. The sunlight was coming from the wrong direction. Someone else let out a sleepy murmur near her ear, and that wasn't right either.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, finding that she was still dressed in the jeans and t-shirt she'd been wearing the night before.
This wasn't her bed. And there was a familiar head of tousled blond curls laying on the pillow beside hers.
Peeta.
A tight, hot band of panic wrapped around her chest and squeezed until she couldn't breathe. What had happened? She didn't remember having sex, but maybe--
As soon as she thought it, he rolled over and smiled up at her, his features soft with sleep. "Hey, you," he said.
When she didn't answer, he reached out and hooked his arm around her waist. "Don't panic," he said. "Nothing happened, it was just sleep."
She shook her head. That almost seemed worse. More intimate, somehow.
"C'mon," he said, and this time she let him pull her back down to the mattress. He pulled her close, and she curled her body next to his, resting her ear against his ribcage so she could hear his heart thumping in his chest.
"When it does happen, you won't forget," he told her quietly, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Katniss/Peeta
Not explicit | AU-ish | 248 words
I found this on my tablet. I don't know what I was planning, but I kind of love it. Also here.
When Katniss woke the next morning, a bird was chirping loudly just outside her window. She rolled to the left and pressed one hand over her ear, but something wasn't right. The sunlight was coming from the wrong direction. Someone else let out a sleepy murmur near her ear, and that wasn't right either.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, finding that she was still dressed in the jeans and t-shirt she'd been wearing the night before.
This wasn't her bed. And there was a familiar head of tousled blond curls laying on the pillow beside hers.
Peeta.
A tight, hot band of panic wrapped around her chest and squeezed until she couldn't breathe. What had happened? She didn't remember having sex, but maybe--
As soon as she thought it, he rolled over and smiled up at her, his features soft with sleep. "Hey, you," he said.
When she didn't answer, he reached out and hooked his arm around her waist. "Don't panic," he said. "Nothing happened, it was just sleep."
She shook her head. That almost seemed worse. More intimate, somehow.
"C'mon," he said, and this time she let him pull her back down to the mattress. He pulled her close, and she curled her body next to his, resting her ear against his ribcage so she could hear his heart thumping in his chest.
"When it does happen, you won't forget," he told her quietly, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.