As she opens his shirt he pauses to watch her eyes examine him with it open. He will never grow tired of her awe of his body. Its the look of her desire for him that further turns him on to her. He allows his shirt to fall off and to the floor before pausing to tend to his pants. His erected member can be seen despite the tight black boxer briefs that keeps him contained. Finnick doesn't strip anymore having taken far too long in those seconds not touching her. Like a magnet his skin is attached to her's once again.

Her dress is pushed down after it has slid from her shoulders, his mouth going for her breast to kiss and caress them. Skin like silk, she is flawless in her beauty that makes his tan look dark. He understandably spends more time outside and on the boats than she does at home, but he also has to stay in the image that the Capitol wants him. They want that bronzed god of the sea that holds his trident like statuesque Poseidon. In reality he would rather just be the boy next door who fishes with his father and swims and surfs until the sun goes down every evening. He would rather be simple with Annie at his side.