A New Life

[arturius]

Characters: Arthur Pendragon, Katniss Everdeen
Setting: Lord of the Rings; Rohan (post-Luceti)
Summary: Two subjects were supposed to be returned home, but have instead been sent elsewhere.

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[stillplaying]

His words hadn't sounded stupid to her. If anything, they made her smile and blush. She decided then that she didn't seem to mind the way her body reddened in response to the compliment. To the memory of that kiss they had just shared. Maybe he'd like that, too. Maybe he'd think it nice like Peeta once had. And it sort of surprised her, just how much she wanted to please Arthur in that respect.

"So do you," she murmured in reply, taking the moment to glance up at those lips. Her heart felt as if it was beating far too rapidly within her chest. Those were lips she had just kissed. Her smile broadened and she began to babble without fully realizing what she was saying. "You're... good with them. With kissing. ...have you kissed many other lips?"

[arturius]

It was a good job that they were alone, as the pair of them would look rather ridiculous to an outside observer. Arthur felt like quite the fool to just give into the moment like that. It wasn't that he hadn't done this sort of thing before, it was just that it had managed to come after not being tackled to the ground. Remembering that, he moved his hands behind him to dust off his back and bottom.

"Well, I have had a lot of practice. Gwen and I used to all over one another." It occurred to him immediately after that talking about his former fiancee was not quite the most tactful approach.

[stillplaying]

Gwen. Right. How could she have forgotten about her? Hadn't Arthur shared stories of his former love, much like she had shared stories of Peeta? How could she be so stupid as to forget that?

Feeling rather embarassed and obtuse, she immediately took a sudden interest in her boots. They were a little more scuffed than normal from the prior tussle on the ground. But she didn't care. She didn't think Arthur would care much either. At least, she hoped not.

"Of course," she finally muttered, still not daring to look up. "Of course. That makes a lot of sense."