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Non-Hijacked Everlark Reunion

A bit of paraphrasing Mockingjay to start with: 

“His features register disbelief and he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feet, and moves toward me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for me too, to caress my face, I think.” 

“Peeta!” I cry, just as he reaches me. He holds my face gently in his hands for a moment, whispering my name in shocked disbelief, and I wrap my arms around his middle. He drops his hands from my face and crushes me to him. I hold him close, pressing my face to his chest, hearing the strong and steady beat of his heart, and tears fill my eyes. Peeta, once so steady, loses his balance as we stand there swaying and we tumble to the floor, me on top of him.  

And then we’re kissing, and I let my lips say what my words cannot, every anxiety and every fear that I had these last months without him and the relief that I feel now, having him with me. In return I feel the reassurance of his lips on mine, and his thumbs gently brushing away the tears that fall on my cheeks. Eventually, I pull back and just stare into the deep blue of his eyes, drinking in his wholeness. He appears to be doing the same, as his eyes take me in, a look of raw emotion on his face that in the past I might have turned away from, but I don’t now. 

“My one wish all these weeks was to see you again,” Peeta says, tucking my hair back behind my ear. 

“Mine too,” I whisper, and then I kiss him again.