In the first hours of arriving here, Nick didn't imagine he'd be trusting of the locals. He still isn't, he still isn't sure about her. Being in the Arena hadn't exactly inspired affection for the Capitol as a whole, but Capitol women? They were a treasure. Nick is running his hands over Porrim like she's spun gold, she's exotic and dangerous and just the right amount of invested while they keep each other at arm's lengths.

But here he is, finally, about to get what he wants. And he wants her, for all he's thought about this, it might as well be the Victory he was looking for. He's all full of pent up frustration in every sense of the word, he can feel it ebbing when he presses deeper into her at her bidding.

"Christ, sugar." He spits out, letting his movements stop entirely so he can do nothing more than enjoy the tight heat and the contact between them. The pause doesn't last long and his hips are bucking upward, movements shallow and rough already. His lips find her neck, breathing hot air against her as he moves.