Most days, Katniss is the first to wake. She's always been an early riser and moving in with Matt has yet to change that habit. Today is different. She had stayed up late to watch the snow fall on the city, kept warm by a blanket wrapped tight around her body and a cup of cocoa nursed in her hands. She had stayed up even later after Matt had come home. Patching up his mild injuries had turned into loving of a different kind. Not that Katniss complained.

But it kept her up late and kept her in bed much longer than normal. It's the aroma of the tea permeates her dreams. Not that she ever really remembers them. The nightmares are bad enough that if it means sacrificing all of her dream memories, so be it. She takes a deep breath and smiles sleepily, savoring the smell of earl grey. A second later, she purrs at the feel of lips against her temple.

"Morning already?" Katniss murmurs, tugging the warm blanket tighter over her bare shoulder. Her legs curl closer to her chest. "We just went to bed."