A/N: Katniss and Peeta is awesome! Although I have KxG fics too.

Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins.

The orange sunlight pours onto Katniss's face like the orange Capitol paint in my paint box as the sunset moves lower into the sky. Her breath tickles my ear as we whisper and joke and laugh about our stylists. We throw apples at the suicide proof force-field. The apples cooked by the field don't taste very good, not even like the baked apples my father made in District 12. My stomach pangs at the thought, which I quickly dismiss. I hold onto Katniss's hand; this will probably be our last true sunset. My hand squeezes hers at the thought; we end up smiling at the same time. We move closer and after a while she ends up with her head in my lap and me braiding her hair with flowers. "I wish I could freeze this moment, right now, and live it forever," I think out loud. She pauses for a bit and surprises me.

"Okay,"she says. "I'll allow it. "Really?" I ask, showing my surprise.

"Yes, Peeta. Really." I lean in and kiss her quietly, she doesn't pull away but instead returns the kiss. The sunset is settling down and it's getting a bit dark. We walk down to our bed rooms and instead of letting me go, Katniss calls me over to her room. "Peeta,"she begins, and I know that she wants me to sleep in her bed. Stop the nightmares. I agree and crawl in with her. She gets to sleep after about 5 minutes of me stroking her hair, mumbling Prim's name.

"I love you, Katniss." I whisper.

"I love you too, Peeta," she replies softly.

I sleep easy that night.