The pleasure of his fingers inside her combined with the pain of his teeth digging into her skin makes her lightheaded and whatever she was going to say next is lost in a breathy sigh. She's been trying for every second since Peeta was taken from her to find a way to stop thinking. To close her mind to every thought but the ones she allows herself to have. It used to be so easy, back in her old life, back in the Capitol. It was the only way she knew how to live. Now she can barely remember how it used to feel and there weren't enough drugs in this city to let her escape herself.

But somehow, with John, she finds something like the quiet she's been looking for. He drowns out everything but the physical and it's everything she's been needing. She never should have run from him. She should have known he was the answer. Or maybe she needed to run in order to recognize where her home was. And she does know now. Knows it like he's tattooing the truth of it into every bit of her skin that he touches.