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Peeta stared at the burnt cookies on the counter. He didn't burn things, not unless there was a purpose, and this was the third time this has happened since they had returned from the games. He considered throwing them away but decided to hand them out to kids in the seem instead. They were just a little burnt and would be better than nothing. He put the cookies in a basket and headed out. He stopped When he saw Katniss walking out of her home, he froze. He knew that his lack of attention was due to the revelation that the love of his life was just pretending to be into him to save herself. He tried to pull himself together and waved slightly trying to smile.

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She gave him a wide smile, cheeks pink. He appreciated it, and she was fairly sure if he hadn't, she...well, she wouldn't have brought him back.

"My...my father use to bring me here. Taught me to swim." She glances over, a twinkle in her eyes. "Can you swim, Peeta?"

"I've never had a chance to, but I would love to learn." Her father had brought her there. Suddenly it felt like a sacred place, and that made it even more special that she had showed it to him.

Then it dawned on him what swimming involved. Even though he had never done it he knew it wasn't done with your clothes on.

"I'll show you after we eat."

Leading him across the clearing to the small, sandy beach, she climbed up on to a large, flat rock. it was warm in the sun, and would be the perfect place to eat.

Her mind was very far from swimming in her undies. Her thought process hadn't caught up to that yet.

Peeta pushed away his slightly stiffening thoughts and started setting up the food. Every now and then he would glance up at her , she looked so different out here, in her element. Almost like a wild creature, a part of the woods. He remembered having very similar thought in the arena.

"Ready to eat." He sputtered blushing, once the food was set out.

"Incredibly ready." Picking up a piece of cheese, she started spreading it out on some of the bread, stretching out on the warm rock below them. This day was perfect.

Not just for the weather.

Peeta watched her eat her bread in the sun.
This was perfect, a quiet, sunlit lake and a pik-nik with the love of his life.

It was moments that made the games feel years behind him, a hazy dream that may or may not have happened. It made him feel light.

"So have you ever come outside of the fence at all?"

So much of her life was out here, she sometimes she forgot it was like a foreign world to town people. And many seam ones.

"No, kinda wish I had now." It was probably for the best really. He knew how suited he was for the forest, that was to say none.

"You know you're like a completely different person out here? It's not a bad thing, you just really come alive here. I really didn't think you could look anymore beautiful." He probably have stood to leave out the last part. He was doing really good at just being friends wasn't he?

Even thought this was weirdly like a date, and they had been holding hand all day. Really honestly thinking about it it just confused him.

She looked over, cheeks going pink, before she focused on the scuffed up toes of her boots.

"I just...out hear you can be yourself."

"The two of you are very lucky for that. I gather that Gale benefits from a place where he can voice his displeasure for the Capitol." His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He knew that last comment might have seemed a bit like a jealous boyfriend remarking on the male friends his girlfriend kept. Mostly because even if it didn't have the right to be, that's what it was.

Gale was precious to her, and he knew it. That didn't mean the bond they had didn't drive him batty.

"Hows the bread." It was a desperate subject change, but hopefully it would work.

"Yeah." There was worry in her voice. It wasn't just idle chat now. And Gale was going to start pushing to hard, or pushing the wrong way. Get himself hurt.

Glad for the subject change, she pulled another piece off. "Good. It's always good."

"My dad has some magic touch I haven't mastered yet. I can't quiet get the raise just right the was he does, but on the other hand have you seen him frost a cake? I guess he both have our own strengths." He chuckled slightly at a joke that wasn't very funny.

He didn't know why he was so nervous all the sudden, this wasn't the first time they were alone in the woods. But that wasn't true was it? The last time they were they were being watched, performing for the masses. There was no one watching now, just the two of them in this beautiful scared place.

A place she had shared with him on their afternoon outing here. An outing that felt a lot like a date. And now he was babbling like an ass.

She chuckled anyway, looking over at him with her grey eyes lite up in amusement. Not really at the joke. Just at him, at the way he was out here.

Peeta was good. So good. That familiar heavy tug settled in her stomach. Far too good for her.

"Will you make me a cake for Prim's birthday?" She asked, wanting to think about something else.

"Of course! I will make her a big beautiful cake. What are her favorite colors? The two of you use to look at the cakes in the shop all the time. You could help me make one she'll love." Peeta was shocked at how excited the idea of making Prim a cake was.

It felt like making a cake for his future sister in law, because it kinda was.

"Maybe just something soft...lot of flowers. Prim just likes colors."

Around here colorful things weren't found very often.

Without think, her hand moved over, settling on top of his.

Peeta's breath caught in his throat. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to do more than that. Instead he place a few things on a piece of bread and held it out to her with his free hand.

He realized that it was mushy but he wasn't sure what else he should do.

To Katniss, she didn't see it as mushy, but simply sweet, leaning forward to take a bite of the bread, and smiling over at him. It wasn't a gesture she was familiar with, but she gladly took it.

"Tell me about your family?"

"Haven't we talked about them enough Ceaser?" He laughed, trying to assure her that it was a joke and hoped she wasn't offended. He thought it was kinda odd that he went to all the trouble to changing the subject before and they went right back to his family. Maybe he should take about it, it could help. Well two could play this game.

"Are things hard, with your mother now I mean?"

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She hesitated. No, talking about his family was much easier than talking about hers.

"They're...they're better. No there's plenty of food. And she's healing people again."

Now she could buy supplies. Funny how much better money made everything.

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