Katniss and describing kisses
“Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I’d spent with Gale—watching him talk and laugh and frown — that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn’t imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands, which could set the most intricate of snares, could as easily entrap me. I think I made some sort of noise in the back of my throat, and I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest. Then he let go and said, “I had to do that. At least once.” And he was gone.
Despite the fact that the sun was setting and my family would be worried, I sat by a tree next to the fence. I tried to decide how I felt about the kiss, if I had liked it or resented it, but all I really remembered was the pressure of Gale’s lips and the scent of the oranges that still lingered on his skin. It was pointless comparing it with the many kisses I’d exchanged with Peeta. I still hadn’t figured out if any of those counted. Finally I went home.”
“I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside.
Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.”
This is not a team Gale vs team Peeta post. This is “come on, you cannot seriously believe that Katniss was in love with Gale and wasn’t in love with Peeta post”. Just look how she describes the kiss with Gale: the kiss was warm, he smelled of oranges, his hands entrapped me. Her fingers were curled tightly closed. No mention of actually feeling something. Later she tries to decide if she liked or resented it. There’s even that option.
Look at the description of the kiss with Peeta: “One kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads, my need for kisses just gets greater”. She mentions how she felt as opposed to just physical sensations like warmth and smell of oranges. Sorry for the bad metaphor but she describes the kiss with Gale like she’d describe some kind of food, like cake or something: “It smells like oranges, it’s warm. I need to sit down and think if I like it”. Doesn’t really sound like an awesome and appealing kind of cake, doesn’t it? And then you have a different:“MY NEED FOR THIS CAKE JUST GETS GREATER WITH EVERY BITE”. Sorry, for the bad metaphor, but at least it probably made you smile. Or roll your eyes lol. But in any case, I believe you get my point :)
Oh, and one more thing- she never thought of resenting Peeta’s kisses, through the entire trilogy. Not even the fake ones.
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