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It's quiet out here usually, at this time of the afternoon. There's a field through the trees to the west where there are cows, and sometimes I can hear them. When it's the school year, there's a bus that rumbles down the road at the end of the drive that leads up to my house, taking the few children who live out this far to their homes. But it's summer, and all I hear is a few birds in the trees.

Just the birds and Claudia. I hear her as the door to my little house closes behind me. I'd gone out to paint, an hour or two out by the side of the house. I keep trying to catch the sun as it filters through the trees at this hour, but it's nothing I could keep my mind on. I heard her laugh at something, and I find that I need to know what. Not because I'm jealous or worried, but because I'm curious. The past few days have been relaxing for us both, and it seems that she's forgetting the things that she's lost so recently and letting herself be happy again.

That makes me happier than I can even explain. She makes me happier than I can explain, and all I can think is that we should have done this earlier. Gotten away and spent some time together. But then, it might not have been right. It might not have worked. I've learned that you can't force things, no matter how hard you might want them to work for you.

I set the easel and box by the door and go up behind her, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss her cheek. "What are you laughing at?"

Date: 2014-07-22 03:35 am (UTC)
warehousenextgen: (cherry bomb)
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I point at the tv, which I'd had on for background noise as I plucked at my guitar. It's my back-up, the first one I bought when I got here and the tuning's a little twitchy but it works for me to pretend to compose on. I just haven't had the guts to full-on replace my performance piece. Actually, this is the first time I've picked up a guitar since that night. I guess maybe I am feeling better. I feel less rage-y all the time and I know I've got Peeta to thank for that. How did we get so domestic, co-habitating and everything? Not that we're doing anything, but it just... it's the best sleep-over ever.

"This station is doing, like, these interviews with people and their theories on how we-" I motion to the two of us, like the people that just arrived here- "and this guy is literally wearing a tinfoil hat."

I'm pretty sure that he doesn't get my reference in the larger sense, but the guy is still on the screen, tinfoil hat and all and really, that's the kind of image that speaks for itself.

Date: 2014-07-22 06:35 pm (UTC)
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"Back in my world, people who do that kind of thing are usually afraid that aliens or the government is reading their thoughts. They think the tin foil protects them. They're a little... off." And coming from me that's quite the comment. Working in the Warehouse has taught me all kinds of wacky new things to be afraid of, and none of it is prevented by tin foil.

I'm pretty sure none of it is prevented by tin foil.

"You done painting already? I thought you were going to be out there awhile." Not that I mind, this is totally his place, but I don't want him to feel like he has to spend all his time with me. I'd like it, because I've been kinda goofy and cuddly about him since I got here, but I'm not here ti impose, just... to chill.

Date: 2014-07-29 05:26 am (UTC)
warehousenextgen: (pretty please)
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Am I blushing? Yeah, I'm probably blushing, but it's pretty easy when you have the world's nicest guy holding your hand and telling you, goofy, dorky, geeky, freakazoid you, that you're nicer than a painting. I set the guitar aside and lean over to give him a kiss and a smile. "Good because you are ten times better to look at than Mr. Tin-foil Hat on the TV."

Date: 2014-07-30 02:46 am (UTC)
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Mmmmm, snuggles. I like afternoon snuggles, evening snuggles, bedtime snuggles, I'm not that particular. It helps me pretend that I'm not a miserable person all the time and yeah, I know I can't hide out here forever with Peeta, I mean, I have another gig in a few days I'll have to go to, but for now this is totally working for me.

"Maybe fifteen. I could go as high as twenty, but you'd have to make it worth my while." I don't even know what I'm saying, but I'm smiling and giving him another little kiss because right now I'd probably give him just about anything he wants.

Date: 2014-07-30 05:46 am (UTC)
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"Negotiating up, hm?" I'm certainly not moving at the moment, I'm way too interested in how he's going to answer this next question. "What are you gonna do for that extra five?" I wind my arms around him, snuggling as close as I can, which is a little awkward on this couch. Not that I - I mean, I'd like us to be more comfortable, especially right now but I'm not pushing for anything specific right now.

Date: 2014-07-30 06:49 am (UTC)
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"You-" I think I just broke my brain. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" I pull back a little, looking at Peeta and I know I've got that deer in the head-light look. I mean, I have loved the last couple of days, just ignoring the world, it's been the best, but this is... this is kinda huge, right? I mean, I'm not completely off my rocker for thinking that?

Date: 2014-07-30 07:12 am (UTC)
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"But I've already-" Oh. OH. Well, now that my brain's caught up with my mouth, I'm pretty sure I'm blushing to match the color of my hair. Because that's something we've never really talked about. I mean, there's been all the awesome cuddling, and what was probably called heavy petting back in the day, but we've never really gone any further than... that. And I don't know about Peeta, but I've never. With anyone.

But I think I want to. I think I really want to.

"Okay."

Well, that came out lame.

Date: 2014-07-30 07:30 am (UTC)
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"We are the kind and queen of awkwardville." I give him a kiss, smiling, relieved that we're on the same page and a little excited, a little scared, a little everything, but probably a lot in love. Yeah, I'm thinking it, even if I'm not saying it.

"But if you put on a tinfoil hat, I'm walking out that door right now." I give him a poke in the ribs before I kiss him again, just silly and giddy and enjoying the moment for what it is.

Date: 2014-07-30 07:48 am (UTC)
warehousenextgen: (puppy claud)
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"Now that is a fashion statement I just won't get behind. Nope, sorry. Not for all the tea in China." I nibble at Peeta's jaw a little, pressing my palm into his chest and feeling the thumping underneath. I'm warm and comfortable and happy and I don't even recognize that part of me. I haven't really felt it since I arrived in Darrow.

Taking a chance, I turn his hand and press it against my chest so he can know I'm just as... everything as he is right now. "And honestly, I'm feeling a little defenseless right now."

Date: 2014-07-30 09:18 pm (UTC)
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I think at some point I kind of forget to breathe, at least that's what I tell myself to explain why my breath's so short when the kiss breaks. Doesn't stop me for going for another one, though, it's the one thing that I've really got a good handle on right now seeing as how my head's spinning in about a million directions. It brings me a weird kind of focus and always kinda has. He brings me focus. The more I'm with Peeta, the closer we are, the less I seem to worry about everything else. The crazy world I live in seems to slow down a little. Especially now. How crazy is that? I've spent the last few years rushing to avert disaster after disaster only to find myself perfectly happy just making out with my boyfriend. Screw the world, I'm totally good right now.

Pete would never let me hear the end of it.

I run my hand up his chest without really thinking about it until I'm playing with the collar of his shirt, idly wondering if this is something we're going to do now or just something we know we're going to do soon. Maybe I should just ask? Not really wanting to break apart I end up speaking in-between kisses, "So, is this, like, moving towards things now, or are we saving that for later? Because if it is, this sofa isn't the most romantic thing and the tin-hat guy is still on the TV and it feels like he's watching. And if it isn't, this sofa still isn't the most romantic thing and it feels like he's watching and maybe we should turn the TV off or something?"

Date: 2014-08-03 05:45 am (UTC)
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"No, I do not." I sit back and let Peeta turn off the TV, running a hand through my hair, kinda glad that the moment's passed. I mean, not, like super-glad, but glad. We wanna have sex, which is kind of awesome and scary but there's no reason to rush into things. Not that we're rushing. I mean, we've been going kind of normal I guess? I wouldn't know and all the people I might ask aren't here.

Like Steve.

But that's not something I want to dwell on right now, not when things are going so well. "Dinner seems good, great even." And the wine sounded even better.

Date: 2014-08-03 06:44 am (UTC)
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"I'll time you, don't think I won't." After the kiss, I shoo him off and I pick up the guitar. Not really sure what I'm doing with it yet, I don't think anything I come up with will ever be any good, but I still pick at it. Maybe someday inspiration would strike. Maybe someday, pigs would streak across the sky.

So instead I find myself picking at the chords to a Garbage song. Claire's favorite, one I remember her playing which really does even more wonderful things to my mood. But it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would, I mean, at least I know she's alive somewhere and when I see Artie again, I'll twist his beard until he tells me where.

Date: 2014-08-04 05:47 am (UTC)
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"Nope. Not even close. It's something my sister used to sing." I finish the chord and set the guitar aside again, feeling the pit in my stomach churn. I remember it so clearly, sitting on Claire's bed while she strummed. Man, I hate this crap, just... all of it, the entire situation. But Peeta doesn't need to be burdened with all of this on top of my Steve issues. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, which makes him the best boyfriend ever, but he doesn't need it. I'm sure he's got family and people back home he misses, too.

I get up and take the wine so he's not juggling it and the glasses, "This everything?"

Date: 2014-08-06 05:05 am (UTC)
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"Awwww, it's perfect." I'm genuinely taken by the adorableness of it. It's like the cliche date picnic and holy crap, I'm on the date. Who'd a thunk it? It's like, the perfect end to this day, if it is the end of the day, or whatever it is. I don't know, I'm still a little jittery and quivery from earlier and not really sure what we're doing or where we're going but not really caring. Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing, my thing, at least for now.

So I give him a kiss on the cheek before I plop my butt down on the blanket and kick off my shoes.

Date: 2014-08-11 05:26 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] warehousenextgen
I feel a little bad when I see him struggle to get on the ground but I don't really say anything. It had been his idea, after all, and if he couldn't do it he wouldn't have suggested it. Taking my glass I have to think a moment, what should we toast to? Our awesome relationship? The fact that we were here and kinda sorta in love? Friendship? Survival?

"Your wine, your toast." That takes care of that nicely. Total cop-out, I know, but what's a girl to do?

Date: 2014-08-19 03:46 am (UTC)
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"To us." It feels kind of weird to toast to that, but I like it. It's celebratory and I've got enough ego to know that we deserve it. We deserve the little bits of happy we have here. I deserve it, even if I really really super wish I could share it with my friends. I know they'd all love Peeta.

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