Chapter 1

Katniss wondered how this could happen to her. Everything that she had been through in her whole life has been a challenge. Now here she was on a train with a boy that threw her a loaf of burnt bread when she was starving. Peeta was a very quiet baker's son. They knew each other in school and in a couple weeks they could both be dead. She wondered if she was going to have to kill him to save her own life. 'Was this the beginning of my end? I needed to stop thinking so negatively. I needed to take this all in and try to enjoy what was left of my life. The train is beautiful and has many nice luxuries. God I want to eat one of those pastries, but I don't want to seem weak to Peeta.' Katniss thought in her head.

The district 12 escort Effie Trinket started talking about something but Katniss was not paying attention in the least. 'She is way too relaxed about this whole thing. What does she care anyway? She is only here for the entertainment of this all. I guess she is trying to find our mentor. Like I'll listen to anything he is going to say to me. I don't need his help. I can do this all on my own.' She thought.

"Have you ever met him?" Peeta asks Katniss. "Haymitch? He is our mentor and he did win this thing once." She knew was trying to get her to talk to him, but she doesn't want to talk about anything. "Look I know if you don't want to talk I understand, but I don't think there is anything wrong in getting a little bit of help." She looked at him and remembered when he threw her the loaf of bread. He was supposed to just feed it to the pigs, but he gave it to her. She wondered why he would do such a thing. He didn't know she was starving. As they look at each other she got a strange feeling that he was thinking something about her. As the door opens to the train car he looked down her body then at Haymitch who was coming through the door.

"Congratulations." He stammers out as he goes toward the bottles on the drinking cart. "Where's the ice?"

"I don't know." Peeta says. Haymitch just grabs a bottle and glass and comes over to sit next to the tributes. "So when do we start."

"Whoa Whoa. Most of you aren't so eager." Haymitch stops him.

Katniss stopped even paying attention to them. She just looked out the window of the train car and thought about what was going to happen. Later on she found herself sitting in her room she flicked on the TV and seen the commentators talking about the last Hunger Games. She quickly turned it off. Katniss laid her head down and try to think of something that will make her mind stop worrying. She started thinking about Peeta and when he gave her food.

'I only wish I could repay him somehow. He was so kind to me and now I have to think of this battle that is coming up where I might have to kill him if I want to be able to go home to my family. He has a family why doesn't he deserve to go home to his family. I wish there could be two winners. I wish there was some way to be able to stay together throughout this terrible ordeal and beat the game makers. I've known him forever but he is so much cuter then I remember. I know it is so wrong to think someone is cute when you might have to kill him in the not so distance future. I imagine he would be a great lover. His thick rippled muscles holding onto me not letting go.' As she thought in her head the ways of great love with Peeta she found herself rubbing her chest and her upper thigh. She had never been with any man. Not even Gale whom she thought was her closest friend. Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" She fixed up her blankets and adjusted her clothing as well as she spoke.

"It's Peeta. Can we talk?"

"Uh I guess. Come in."

Peeta walked through the door and closed it softly. "I'm sorry I just can't sleep and I know we are in the same situation so…"

"Peeta we aren't in the same situation. You and I are totally different. I don't know what's going to happen to either of us so what do you want me to say." She sat up in bed and pated the right side for him to sit down.

"I don't know. I just… I just don't know we are supposed to do in this situation?"

"What did Haymitch say?"

"He told me to leave him alone with his drink and we will start talking in the morning."

"Well I guess all we can do is wait then. I can't sleep either, but I was just trying to think of something to get my mind off of this whole nonsense." She thought back to the image of her and Peeta making love. Her cheeks turned red in response.

"What were you thinking of?" Peeta asked noticing her flushed cheeks.

"You know just like family and people that I want to see after this whole thing is over. We should try to get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us."

"Ok. Can I ask you just one question?" He put his head down ashamed. She nodded so he could go on. "Are we going to be civil and talk through this or are we just going to ignore each other?"

"I don't think we have to do that. I think as long as we work together till the day when we have to parts ways we can be civil I think." She giggled. "As long as you don't just befriend me to steal all my knowledge and use it against me during the games."

"I promise I won't." He laughed too. "Well then I'll see you tomorrow morning." He got up to leave, as he left he smiled at her. He shut the door to her room and went into his.

Katniss lay back down on her bed. She remembered his smile as he left. He had such a great smile. She started back up where she left off before he interrupted her. Her left hand cupped her left breast and pinched the nipple until it peaked at her touch. She continued with the other breast as her right hand went back to her upper thigh. She rubbed her most sacred spot that she was saving for the man that she would fall in love with. She arched her back at her own touch in response to the feeling that she was getting in between her legs. It was like a fire, but a good fire that she wanted to burn her and consume her. She imagined Peeta's smile as she gently touched herself. 'Oh how I want him now. Can we be civil if all I want to do is have you touch me like I'm touching myself?' She continued rubbing her sweet soft spot until finally she let her climax run through. She smiled as she once again adjusted her clothes and blankets. She was finally ready to sleep.