Cato flinched slightly.

Clove held Cato tighter, trying to comfort him.

Cato's lips were pressed against her neck gently, his warm breath hitting her neck.

Clove felt his breath against her neck. It gave her the same hunger she had before the reaping. When she made the stupid decision to take the tesserae. Now she had ruined both their lives. Clove pulled his head in closer, stroking the spikes in his hair with her free hand.

Cato mumbled a few words in his sleep.

Clove giggled softly. She had never heard Cato talk in his sleep before.

Cato moved slightly.

Clove stroked down Cato's back.

Cato shivered slightly.

Clove raised the blanked up and made sure it covered all of Cato.

Cato snuggled into her.

Clove smiled. At least she would die knowing what is was like to love someone.

* * *

Cato woke up the next day; it was early.

Clove felt a small movement and her eyes fluttered open.

"Sorry." Cato mumbled quietly.

"It's ok babe." Clove smiled and kissed Cato lightly.

Cato kissed her back softly.

Clove checked the clock. It was only 4:00am.

"You should get back to sleep." Clove said, kissing him back a little harder.

"Mhm." Cato murmured, his hand tracing up her bare arm gently.

Clove put her hands on Cato's waist as she continued to kiss him.

Cato pulled away before is escalated even more.

Clove stroked his arm. "Sorry. Go to sleep. There's still an hour or so babe."

"Kkay then." Cato mumbled and laid back down, pulling her down gently.

Clove laid her head down on the pillow and looked at Cato.

Cato looked back at her, resting his hand on her cheek gently.

Clove smiled and raised her hand to hold his.

* * *

A small smile tugged at the corners of Cato's mouth.

Clove giggled and stared into Cato's eyes. "I love you." She mouthed.

"I love you too." Cato murmured softly.

Clove took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She had barely slept all night, and when she had, it had only been lightly. She was tired.

Cato stared into her eyes. "You gotta sleep Clove."

Clove opened her eyes, then closed them again. "I know, but," She started. "I dreamt that you died before. And so did the baby. I'm scared of sleeping babe."

"I'm here Clove," Cato told her. "You'll be ok."

Clove re-opened her eyes. "I'm not worried about me."

"I am," Cato told her.

A tear dropped from Clove's eye.

"I want you to live. It's my fault I got picked. You told me not to. I am ready to die Cato. I deserve it."

"No," Cato's voice was choked. "You won't die."

"But I deserve it Cato. I couldn't bare to watch you die, would make me stay and watch it?" Clove asked.

"You won't see it." Cato promised her.

"I couldn't bare to live without you babe. I would be dead. My body will function, but there won't be anything inside without you."