Testing Waters

She was feeling jaded and tired. "I'd like to rest for a minute" She said tiredly. "Of course we can sit here".

To their luck there was a wooden bench fifteen seconds away from their current position. The town wasn't really big in size but there was a lot going on that would leave you to wonder if it was the capital of a city. And there they sat on the old bench as the clouds started to get dim with breeze sweeping falling leaves from the grounds. "You know, you're quite the company. All your babblings about books and quiet looks. You're not like most boys are you?". Marianne said whilst mildly massaging her legs. Peeta looked at her whilst she was rubbing against the skin of her legs. "Perhaps it's time we went home." said Peeta. Marianne did not look like she was ready to trek home again. "Be my personal horse." she said jokingly. "I do not think I have the means presently to walk. I feel so tired. Carry me back" she told Peeta. There was a look of confusion on Peetas face. He never really associated with girls and their dry humors when he was much younger. He couldn't tell if she was joking or being serious. He wasn't that intuitive when it came to understanding cues of the opposite sex. Marianne seemed to like the young lad. Why wouldn't she?. He wasn't the tallest or the most handsome but he certainly was among the brightest. Well there was a saying that  one quality always made up for a lacking one.

"Marianne, up you get, we're going to be late." He said sternly.

She looked like a figure that wanted to frustrate him for a minute or two. "Well you could carry me on your back", she said and laughed calmly. He pulled her from her hands from the chair but she gave him back an external force he wasn't expecting by pushing him as he tried to pull her which landed both of them on the floor, with her on top of him. At that moment they were on the floor, her core pressing against his chests. There was a slight rise in his temperature which showed through his countenance. He was sort of blushed up with a trickle of sweat running down his forehead. She was simultaneously laughing and apologizing for what she enacted on purpose not noticing he looked tensed. "I'm so sorry Peeta" she said comically. "It's fine" he said briefly. The moment made him feel comfortable and uncomfortable. As though it was bittersweet. She pressed her hands against his chest and stood up there in so lending him a hand to get up "I'm sorry, I get carried away easily."She apologized. He accepted the apology taking it as nothing. In truth she was tired so he had to condition his walk speed to match hers. It was already the dark of night.

Eventually they got home. "Thanks to you I had a lovely day. We should do this more often" she exclaimed. "Anytime you're..." she softly pecked his cheek for they were less than twenty centimeters apart at the time. She wanted to do it at the time she made them fall but this moment seemed right to her, yes. Perhaps it was infatuation or lustful desires but one thing was made clear, she had grown quite fond of the boy. His cheeks reddened as her soft lips left his right cheek with her dark blue eyes gazing upon his timid pupils. Peeta had grown affection for her which was evidently proven as to the amount of time he spent with her that day but all this was new to him. The kiss, the gazes. All to say he was a novice in the field of love and she was ready to teach him how. This was all happening  in the blink of an eye but seemed like a long time to him. She walked away after the somber kiss with a smile beneath her two eyes leaving the young lad dumbfounded. All he could do was walk into his home rather silently startled. Hours had passed, he was properly tucked in  bed and was unconditionally replaying the kiss over and over again. He could still feel it on his cheek, her lips were thin and small but also soft. He could remember every detail and could not get over the fact that a girl had just rubbed her lips against him, because for all his gaffer behavior a peck from a neighbor had just loosened the shackles that gave him his uptight attitude. It was like a synchronization between both for Marianne was also finding it difficult to sleep too. She was in a state of frenzied excitement for she would shut her eyes and picture him. There in so disrupting her sleep still to her own comfort, because they were very pleasant thoughts she didn't want to let go of anytime soon for Marianne had tested the waters that day and they were calm and still.