Sorry it took a while, and it's not that long. But... There is a plot line. Ha ha! 😏 This is kind of a part one of two. Hopefully part two will be up tomorrow!

I awake to a cold, empty bed. Peeta's not here. I sit up slowly, and look around. I slide from the bed, wincing as my feet touch the cold, hard wood floor. I hesitantly make my way to the door. I shuffle into the hall way, and pause when I hear something. Moans of pain, and the sounds of objects being tossed aside. Panic fills my body. I start to shake. Before I can even make up my mind on what to do, my feet are already taking me down the stairs, towards the source of the noise. I'm met with a sight I knew I would be, but was still hoping I wouldn't. Peeta is standing with his back hunched, grasping a chair. A lamp lies cast aside on the floor. I slowly walk around him, careful not to make any sudden movements. His face is screwed up in concentration, eyes shut tight. His hair is matted, and stuck to his forehead with sweat, as is his shirt. Once again, my subconscious mind beats me to it, so I find that my small hand is already over his large one. Following my hands lead, I place the other on his back, and begin to rub small, slow circles. His breathing slows, and his muscles relax. He turns to look up at me.
"Katniss? Are you ok?" He asks with pleading eyes.
"I'm fine. You didn't hurt me. You handled it very well." I say gently.
He says nothing, and hangs his head.
I move my hand to his shoulder, and turn him towards me.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"What if... I can't handle it next time, and I end up hurting you? We both know what could happen." He says, referring to when he strangled me.
"Well, you're better now. You'll be able to control yourself more, and I know what's going on, so I can help you."
That's when he starts to cry. Small, iridescent tears fall from his eyes, rolling onto his cheeks.
"Hey, hey, I'm ok. You didn't hurt me." I say softly, wiping his tears with the pad of my thumb.
"See? I'm fine." I state, gesturing to myself.
He scans me up and down, and after seeing I'm ok, takes my hand in his, and leads me over to sit in his lap. I obey, and nestle myself neatly on his lap, nuzzling my head into his chest. He kisses my forehead, which is now dotted with beads of perspiration. I place two fingers under his chin, and tilt his head towards me.
"You're gonna be just fine. We're both gonna be fine." I say, before placing a delicate kiss on his lips, which he returns, but only halfheartedly.
"Come on. Let's go back to sleep. I'm tired. And so are you." I say, gently tracing the dark circles under his eyes.
I lean forward, and softly kiss his closed eyelids. I jump off his lap, grasp his hand, and lead him back to bed.