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Katniss doesn't think much, if anything, is different as she comes out of the haze of sleep. It was normal, waking up against Peeta's chest by now.
It's only as she fully regains consciousness that the major change between them is noticeable. Peetas chest, instead of being clothed in an old light sleep shirt, is bare. There are no clothes on him under the covers either, and she is just as naked. It's enough to jumpstart her heart from its initial resting pace and force her eyes open wide.
The night before comes flooding back and she blushes, but the nerves diminish. It had been a long time coming, them finally taking this step. But it makes her no less bashful. Not for a lack of enjoying it- if anything, the blush that rises in her cheeks is caused by how much she was pleased by all of it than anything else. Had there not been a distinct soreness between her legs she would easily be tempted into it again eagerly.
If they hadn't been together before, there was no doubt now. Last night Peeta was hers as much as she was his. He'd finally asked, and she told him real.
For the first time, she thinks about a toasting. Would be thrown off if she were to ask something like that? Should she wait? In an attempt to temper herself, Katniss reasons they have a great deal of time to work out all of that. Settling on the exciting feeling of wanting that, something in the future again.
It must be that which makes Peeta stir from his sleep. Gently shifting under her as he wakes and takes in his surroundings. Katniss stifles a laugh at feeling go through the realization as she had. At first, his whole body goes stiff, then melts as he remembers last night. When he uses his arm around her to hold her close, she decides to let him know she's awake and moves her hand to hold his.
Their eyes open and meet, and a second of nerves pass through her again. Katniss hopes desperately things haven't changed. It wasn't so long ago they'd learned to speak- truly and openly speak- to one another again. As beautiful as last night was she doesn't know if she could handle that changing.
"Morning." He says, voice still sleepy with a wide, bright smile on his face.
Katniss breaths, and moves forward to kiss him. "Hi."
"We slept in, it seems." He says, briefly glancing at the window filtering a bath of spring light into the bedroom.
"It does. I don't want to go anywhere though." She says, trying for a mirthful smile. Though there is also no small amount of relief at the ease of the conversation.
"Am I being kept here, then?" He asks.
"Afraid so," Katniss admits and holds him tighter.
That earns her laugh and a deep kiss which she returns.